Marvel Imagines

Hypothetically | Peter P.

"Ugh, don't tell me you're in love with her." Tony complained, rolling his eyes to the ceiling before shutting them.

"Okay," Peter agreed, "Then I won't."

"Kid-" Tony sighed. "You are such a problem. If I can tell that it's getting in the way then it's about time you did something about it." Peter started climbing the walls, purely stressing out.

"Mr. Stark, what do I say?" He asked. Tony smirked.

"I don't know kid. Try going to your room and talking to yourself- that always seems to help the kids in the movies." Peter's eyes slowly began to gleam.

"That's actually not a bad idea..." And without stopping to hear that it was a joke from Tony, Peter vaulted down from the walls and ran out of the room.

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"Hey, (Y/N), I think you're really pretty..." Peter began, but immediately dismissed that idea. "No, that'll make me sound cliche. And shallow." He sighed, flipping down from the ceiling to stand in the center of his room.

"(Y/N), I really like you." He paused, thinking about it. "Should I just say it like that, straight up?...Then that'll just make me seem too forward. What if she hates me after that?" Peter dismissed yet another idea, still trying to decide how to confess.

"(Y/N), marry me." He said, snickering to himself. "Ah, that's a good joke." He wove his hands through his hair, unsure of how to properly word what he wanted to say.

"(Y/N)... Where do I even begin? How do I say this?"

"English is a good start." A voice said from the doorway. Peter whipped around to see (Y/N) leaning against the doorframe, smiling. "Try that, English usually helps you say things." Peter would've laughed at the joke, had he not been busy freaking out internally.

"What's going on?" She asked, clearly aware of his panicked state as she walked in. "What are you trying to say to someone?"

"How much of that did you hear?" He asked hurriedly, dismissing her question. She furrowed her brow, thinking.

"When you said 'where do I even begin?' or something, I was walking by and though I'd pop by to visit you." She answered, sitting down and leaning lightly against his bedframe. "Why?"

Peter breathed out about five pounds of air and got about three shades less red. "No reason. Just wanted to know." (Y/N) raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced.

"... Right. And I'm supposed to believe that?" Peter froze, his eyes darting over to her.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, hoping she wouldn't use her intelligence to her advantage.

"You didn't laugh at my joke, which you always do." She began, ticking the list off on her fingers. You look stressed- you were practically pulling out your hair when I walked in. You were talking to yourself, which you only do when you're stressed out." Peter looked at her, his heart swelling a little. She really payed attention to him.

"I guess, yeah..." He admitted, trying not to let show how pleased he was.

"You also left me waiting in the kitchen; we had a date to have tea and catch up, but here you are, not in the kitchen." To punctuate her point, she held up a thermos, which Peter guessed was probably filled with the tea she'd have made from him. He slapped a hand to his forehead.

"Oh, crap! I completely spaced out on that, I was so busy-"

"Freaking out?" She finished. "Yeah, I got that." Giggling, she put her hands up as Peter tried to apologize.

"Don't worry about it, dork. Maybe I can help, though." She pulled Peter down next to her, handing his his thermos as he sat.

"I don't think you can help with this, (Y/N)..." Peter said. Though the perfect person to ask how to talk to (Y/N) would be (Y/N), he was far more worried about how he'd react that how she would if he said something dumb.

"Well, I can try." She said, bringing one knee up and throwing her right arm over it. "So tell me, who are you trying to talk to?" Peter very carefully phrased his words so not to give it away.

"Let's say, hypothetically, there's this girl. And I want to talk to her and tell her that I like her. How would I do that?" He asked. She smiled, as she'd already guessed it was about a girl. Peter only got flustered over two things- girls and talking to them.

"Well, it truly depends on the girl. If you want to know how to talk to a specific girl, then my answer will be different. Does this hypothetical girl happen to have a name?" Peter's heart was beating way too fast. He saw the opportunity and he took it.

"Let's say," He began, "Hypothetically. That her name was (Y/N). And that I hypothetically told her that I've had feelings for her for more days than I can count. How do you think she'd respond?" She was shaken for a minute, not expecting that but solidly sure of her answer.

"I believe, hypothetically," She said with a smile, "That she would respond by saying that she's liked you since middle school, and that your getting even more handsome in high school didn't help any. She'd probably follow that up with a smile larger than life and downcast eyes because she's too embarrassed to look you directly in the face." Peter, holding back a giddy laugh, relished every minute of her response.

"In that case, (Y/N), I need to tell you that I've had feelings for you for more days than I can count."

"Peter, I've liked you since middle school, and your getting even more handsome in high school seriously didn't help any." Unable to stop it, ironically or not, she smiled widely. She couldn't bring herself to look at him either, even though she knew his feelings were mutual.

"Well then," Peter said, causing (Y/N) to look back up at him, "What do you say we reschedule that tea date to now? Hypothetically." The pair stood up as she responded, both grinning madly.

"Hypothetically, my answer would be yes."