The Masks we Hide Behind || Peter Parker [1]

twenty-eight: let's make a plan

"God I love Chinese food." The Spider-Man mumbles before practically piling the entire Chinese takeout box into his mouth and swallowing it all in one. Both of our masks are rolled up just barely so that we can eat, I let out a laugh before I continue to dig through my own little box of beef and broccoli. Yes, I'm basic, I'm aware.

The sun is just beginning to set, and a warm, orange glow casts across the entire city. Buildings cast shadows over the streets, and the glare of the sun peeks through the tall skyscrapers in the distance. Our legs dangle off of the rooftop we're sitting on, and I sway mine back and worth slowly, letting the wall of the building brush against my calves.

"What's your hair color?" The Spider-Man asks suddenly, turning to face me. I let out a small chuckle before I respond.

"That's random." I murmur before I slide another forkful of Chinese food into my mouth. The Spider-Man shrugs before I continue.

"Brown. You?"

"Same here." He chided before bursting into hacking up his Chinese food, nearly choking to death. Just as I'm about to reach over to help him, he stops suddenly.

"You good?" I ask, the smile faint in my voice as I suppress laughter.

"Yep." He croaks hoarsely before throwing me a dorky grin. "I eat too fast."

"You do like Chinese food." I giggle before returning to my own box.

"How tall are you?" He blurts. I raise an eyebrow under my mask as I glance at him.

"Uh," I start. "...like, 5'5 or 5'6, I don't remember."

"How do you not remember how tall you are?" He asks with a smirk.

"I don't know," I chime with a smile. "I just don't pay much attention to it, I mean, I'm not that tall, I'm not that short." I watch as the Spider-Man smiles and I tilt my head just slightly and study him.

"What is it?" He asks as I gaze at the small part of his uncovered face.

"Nothing," I murmur. "your smile just...looks familiar."

"Oh?"

"Yeah."

"Smile." He demands with a grin, and I raise an eyebrow again.

"Why should I?"

"Maybe yours looks familiar, too."

"This is awkward." I murmur, fighting a forming smile.

"Not really." He shrugs. "C'mon. Just smile, it's not that deep."

"Make me."

"Are you ticklish?" He asks.

"No-" before I can finish my lie, the Spider-Man sets his box of Chinese food down abruptly and quickly leans over and begins to tickle me. I nearly throw my beef and broccoli over the rooftop as I start cackling with laughter and attempt to get away from his hands.

"Stop!" I cry out in between laughter. I practically cackle like a witch as I roll onto my back to try to get away from him, but he keeps following me. Soon, I end up laying on my back, staring up at the Spider-Man's mostly masked face, and the darkening sky behind him. A small smile sticks onto my lips and he grins down at me, and we stay like that for a moment before he rolls off of me and continues eating.