ROOFTOP [Peter Parker/spiderman x Male reader

Jump

"The date is April 14th 2018, my name is Micheal James Watson and once again I am roof-jumping. I get bored okay leave me alone." You mumble into a little voice recorder, you keep it so you don't loose track of things, almost like a diary, but you don't have to write, because you don't like writing, because 'writing Sucks'. "There is nothing better to do, there's never anything better to do. It gets really annoying sometimes ya know, not having anything to do....it really fucking blows. I wish I had friends, maybe then I could sleep over someone's house or go out for dinner instead of actually almost dying most nights. Oh well, I guess. Okay bye." You stop the recording and slide the little box into your pocket, zipping it up and stretching quickly, cracking a few knuckles and preparing for the next couple hours of bullshit running. You start humming the tune to a song you didn't know the name of as you set off, reaching the edge and flinging yourself over to the next building, landing on your feet and repeating over and over again. You stumble a few times by accident, landing on one knee or rolling on your back, but nothing to bad to do serious damage. You ran once more, and jumped, and landed, only to be faced with a weirdo in a bright red mask.
"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" He screamed and you jumped, stumbling back and almost falling over the side. You look back and exhale heavily before looking forward as he pulls you slowly back into the roof. You yank your hand out of his and look at him with annoyance,
"Why are you-" you look him up and down,"what are you supposed to be?" You ask, really confused. He places one hand on his hip and holds the other out for you to shake,
"I'm spiderman! Nice to meet you, Mr....?" He trailed off. You nod,
"Yes, Mr, see ya spiderman." You try to walk round him, passing his costume off as simply that, a costume, he was a dumb kid, going to a party, roof jumping like you.
"Hey! Ain't you gonna say hi?" He asked as you passed him.
"Nope! I don't talk to weirdos!" You say, half way across the roof. Before you could start running again you felt something warm wrap around your back and drag you to him.
"Ew what the fuck-"
"Spider web," He pauses and shows you his hand,"I'm not a weirdo! I'm your friendly neighbourhood spiderman, what's your name?" He asks again. Okay, so this guy isn't a faker. Ehh.
"Why would I tell you that?" You ask.
"Fine don't tell me, I was trying to be civil but I know it anyway." He crosses his arms and looks away. You chuckle and look at him.
"What?"
"Micheal James Watson, Micheal James, MJ-"
"Don't call me MJ." You cut him off and growl. He holds both hands out defending himself,
"Okay okay, whatever. Point is I know who you are." He says smugly.
"You know my name, weirdo, not who I am." You reply sassily. He takes a second and then replies.
"Y-well ye-yeah but I know-"
"You don't know jack shit, black widow." You grin as you turn to go again.
"Hey! That's not an insult black widow is cool, I take that as a compliment." He follows you.
"Whatever." You say as you begin running again. He continues to follow you, swinging along and babbling random shit next to you as you jumped.
'How does he know my name?'
You think to yourself as he continues to talk about some more bullshit.
"Hey, spiderling, shut up." You hold your head as you stop and sit down, flinging your legs over the side of the building you're on. He shuts up and walks over, sitting next to you. You stare at him for a second and screw up your nose,
"Shouldn't you be saving the city or something?" You ask.
"It doesn't need saving right now." He answers.
"You don't impress me ya know, you're still a normal guy." You tell him factually,
Making sure he knew he wasn't softening you up.
"I don't intend to impress you, unless you want me too." He says suggestively. You shuffle away slightly.
"Whatever. Why are you here again?"
"You're cool, I want to know you." He chirps and faces you, one leg on the roof and one off. You nod and look away from him, slightly embarrassed. Confusing. No one wants to know you, why does he??
"Thanks? I guess....I don't know, how do I take compliments from a daddy long legs?" You ask him, insultingly.
"I don't have long legs, so I'm just a daddy, and how do you take compliments from them? Spread your legs and find out, handsome." He crawls towards you and you yell, standing up.
"WEIRDO, GET LOST!" You stomp towards the edge and feel yourself get pulling back by his web again.
"This is rude-" you wriggle as he stares at you. You finally give up and lay there on the roof, tied up and cold. Dumbass, you didn't bring enough jackets.
"So, what music do you like?" He asks quietly and almost guiltily as you lay there. You roll over,
"I've never wanted to go home more in my life." You tell him.
"Oh! Where is your home I can take you!" He says excitedly whilst sitting next to you.
"Um— no, are you crazy? My family doesn't even know my address, why would I tell you?" You growl at him.
"Why don't your family know?!" He asks, his voice sad. Shit.
"Problems." You answer, not wanting to get into it. He nods and you both just kind of sit there for a little while before you give in.
"Alright, red-tights, you know [insert address]?"
His voice hitches and then he calmly states,
"Yes, I know there."
"Take me home, big boy." You snicker and he lifts you, holding you to his chest and running off the side of the building. You don't even flinch as you come close to death several times. Wow life's really going bad if I don't even flinch. After 15-ish minuets you arrive at your apartment block, outside the window of your shoe box apartment. He looks in.
"Wow this place is a mess." He laughs.
"Thanks." You say as you climb through the open window. Oops, forgot that. He goes to climb in behind you before you shut the window.
"Goodnight creepy crawly!" You shout and pull your blind down as he tries to talk to you. You kick through your shit and flop down on your bed, a mattress in the middle of the floor, next to your kitchen sides and your small TV. Literally, you lived in a kitchen, with a mattress.
"Uuuugghhhh." You sighed and stretched out.
"Goodnight, spiderman, thanks for stopping by." You mumble.
"ᵁʰ...ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ʷᵉˡᶜᵒᵐᵉ, ᴹᶦᶜʰᵉᵃˡ ᴶᵃᵐᵉˢ!" His mumbled voice calls from outside.
"fUCK OFF!" You throw a shoe at the wall and hear him yell from outside. Hopefully he left. You don't really care as you lay back and fall asleep pretty quick. Who knew that late night roof jumping could lead to this bullshit. Hm. Kinda cool....

A/N: hey everyone!! It's so nice to write something new to do with my bby boy Peter. How are you all it's been forever!! I hope you enjoyed this, there will be more I promise, and soon hopefully. Thanks to my boyfriend for helping me come up with Micheal James and thanks everyone for reading, have a good day/afternoon/evening/night 🐷
-Mark