just some marvel imagines

stressed [1] - peter parker

( takes place after Avengers 4. let's just say Tony and Steve die, but Bucky and Peter take their place as technical leaders of the Avengers. )

You quickly glanced over at Peter, his eyes were focused on the quiz in front of him and small beads of sweat dripped down his forehead. The pencil in his hand scraped across the piece of paper with such force, you were sure it was going to crack.

Your gaze returned to your own quiz, and you furrowed your brows as you wondered what was wrong. After a few minutes, you finished up and walked to your teacher's desk to turn it in. It was strange though, because you looked and Peter was only halfway done. You bit your lip in confusion and began sketching in your sketchbook that you carried around in your backpack.

Being a leftie sucks, you though to yourself, as the sleeve of your maroom hoodie kept smudging the pencil markings.

Just seconds before the bell rang, your [E/C] eyes flicked up to see Peter turning his quiz in just in time. You quickly collected your belongings, shoving them into your already full backpack, before rushing out of class after Peter, who left in quite a hurry. Good thing this was the last class period so you could talk to him.

Chasing him halfway down the hall to his locker, you finally caught up with your best friend. His brows were furrowed and he looked determined, yet nervous. You placed a hand on his shoulder and looked worriedly at him.

"What do you want, [Y/N]?" he muttered, dropping things in his tan backpack as he shrugged off your hand.

"Have you been feeling okay, lately?" you ask, your eyes narrowing slightly.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'm fine," your best friend huffs, slamming his locker door and slinging his bag on his shoulders and beginning to walk away.

Your hand attaches to his wrist and you spin him around to face you.
"Is it that damn Spider-Man shit?" you suggest, whisper-shouting it a bit more harsh that you anticipated. His little secret wasn't that hard to keep when the school is always buzzing about Spider-Man.

Peter looks at you, his face lost in thought for a moment and examines your hoodie. "Your hoodie strings are uneven," he tells you, knowing how much you hated when your hoodie strings were messed up.

"Oh, um, thanks, Parker," you say, watching your hands as you adjust the strings. "But you didn't answer my--" Your fists clench as you look up to see Peter gone.

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Your knuckles tap on the Parkers' apartment door and you sigh as you drop your hand along with your gaze which was now to the floor. Maybe you should talk to Ned about Peter's behavior.

The door made clicky noises, before it opened, revealing a slightly stressed May Parker.

"[Y/N]! Hi!" she greeted, waving for you to come inside.

"Hey, May," you return the greeting and step inside. "Is Peter home?"

"Oh, yeah, he's in his room..." May trailed off, beginning to fiddle with her fingers. "Packing."

Your head tilts in confusion, and your hand subconsciously brushes your [H/C] hair out of your face. Without asking any questions, you rush into his room, bursting open the wooden door.

"Packing for what?" you ask urgently, your voice wavering.

"I'm, uh, I-I'm moving into the compound."