The Wing-Woman (Peter Parker X Reader)

Round 9: Learning to dance

"Peter, relax. It's just me." I said to a stiff Peter.

"I know, but its just, ugh, I don't know." Peter tried to give me an excuse.

"Well," I paused, thinking, "Here." I gestured to a chair.

Peter sat down, onto the couch trying his best to sit up straight, "What does this have to do with dancing?"

I laughed, "Peter, I can't teach you how to dance-"

Peter cut me off, "Well, then why-"

I cut him off to finish my thought, "-if you're stiff. This is to relax you."

I sat down on the floor and placed my left elbow on his left knee, to prop myself up, "So, what relaxes you?"

Peter shrugged, "I dunno."

"Peter, why are you always so tense around me?" I asked.

Peter thought for a bit before his face went bright pink. He stood up, knocking my head that was rested on my hand fall, "Let's just dance."

"Peter-"

Peter pulled me into a standing position, grabbed my hands, placed them around his neck, placed his on my hips and began to sway.

My eyes widen, "Peter! We're dancing!"

He nodded.

"Wait, who taught you to dance?"

"May."

I giggled, imagining Peter a week ago trying to learn how to dance. "That's cute."

"So, now that you know I can dance. Can we quit with the dance lessons and watch a movie or something?"

"Later. There's more ways to dance than just one." I removed my right hand from behind his neck, moved his hand to hold mine out.

"Oh, this one is the one used in movies. Right?"

I nodded, "Yes. Now if you move you hand to just under my shoulder blade," Peter moved his hand accordingly, "I'll move my hand onto your bicep," I moved my hand, "This is a proper closed hold. Used in many dances. Like cha-cha, waltz, and tango."

I let go of Peter, "Don't move a muscle." I turned my phone on and played, Like I'm Gonna Lose You by Meghan Trainor ft. John Legend. I swiftly returned to Peter. And we danced to the song and he even spun me a few times.

The next song began to play, but Peter and I were to busy dancing and talking to notice, the song was Can't Help Falling In Love With You, by Elvis Presley.

We danced and talked through the whole song, that was until we heard a camera shutter. We turned to where the sound came from, May.

I immediately broke down laughing.

"May, what are you doing?" Peter asked, obviously not finding this as funny as I did.

"What? It would've been a shame to not get a picture. You two are cute together!"

"May, we aren't together."

"I know, but when you are, you'll thank me."

Their conversation continued like that for a few more minutes. While I kept quiet, only interjecting when I was spoken to.

Peter turned to me, "So, about that movie."

"Oh, right. What do you want to watch?" I asked politely.

"What do you want to watch?" Peter asked me, "You're the guest."

"Peter," I sighed.

"(Y/N)," Peter mimicked.

"I don't care," I said.

"Neither do I." Peter said.

"Well, then. Who's going to pick?" I asked.

"You are." Peter says.

"Hmm, no." I said tilting my head a little, "May, what movie do you want to watch?"

"Oo! I've been meaning to watch Princess Bride." May answers.

"Does Princess Bride work for you?" I turned back to Peter.

He shrugged, "Like I told you, I don't care."

"Oh? After this movie, you will."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"After this chick flick you won't want me or May to pick the movie."

"Why?"

"Wesley is cute. And by cute I mean cute, like hot, cute." I said.

"I'm already regretting this."

I laughed and plopped myself down on the couch as Peter turned the movie on.

The familiar introduction music played as Peter sat down, "I've never seen this movie before."

My eyes widened, "Well then, pay attention. It's one of my favorites."

"I'm not left-handed either." The dreaded pirate Roberts spoke as he threw his sword from his left to his right hand.

Suddenly, my phone rang, Dad. "I've got to take this," I went into the hallway to answer it.

"Hello?"

"(Y/N)? Is that you?"

"Yeah, who else would it be?"

"Well you left a while ago. I just wanted to know when you were getting home." I glanced at my phone, 8:54.

"I'll be home in a few." I responed.

"Okay. Love you."

"Love you too, bye."

"Bye."

I hung up the phone and walked back into Peter's living room.

I collected my things, "That was my dad, I've got to go. We'll have to finish this movie another time" I sat down on the couch and began to put on my shoes.

"I'll give you a ride," May offered, "I'll just go grab my shoes and purse."

"No, its fine." I said, quickly.

"Are you sure? I'd be happy to."

"I'm sure. I'm just going to walk. I don't get out much."

"Sweetie, I don't want you to walk home so late."

"Neither do I." Peter spoke.

"I'll be fine. Trust me."

May began to walk to her room, I assume for her shoes and purse.

I finished tying my shoe, "Bye, Peter." I stood up gave him a quick hug.

I quickly ran out of the door.

Soon enough I was in the (still) busy streets of Queens, New York.

Walking home, it wasn't too far only a mile and a half-ish, when I got a feeling to turn around and go get a ride from May. But, I decided against my gut and kept going, I had passed many alleyways on my way, this one though. This one was different. It had two big guys in it. I didn't stop to introduce myself, quite the opposite actually. I didn't want to keep get into trouble so, I walked faster.

When I heard footsteps behind me though, I knew I was in trouble.