Peter Parker Imagines

ghosts of the sky

The stars outside were always so pretty, just like twinkling little lights in the sky. Your whole life they were the only thing that was constant.

Ghosts are the only thing that are constant in this world, something your dad had told you your whole life, as the stars you saw were just ghosts of what was there millions of years ago. But no matter what, they were always there to lure you into a state of calmness.

That's why you were there now after all, in a state of panic and anxiety, not caused by any possible remnants of the Battle of New York, a year ago, but by homework, of all things. It was physics, the formulas never settling in your head, giving you a headache.

All you wanted to do was learn the stars, but unfortunately for you, you needed physics, and your future in astronomy, you had decided, all depended on your physics grade, the exact one that had been going downhill.

And it was all stupid Peter Parker's fault.

Okay, so maybe not completely his fault, but he was your physics partner and friend, and because of that stupid Stark internship, he had been ditching you more and more, and your friendship and grade were strained. And the anxiety from that was what led you here, staring through your open window at the stars.

That is until a red face blocked the stars and waved sheepishly at you. It was Spiderman, of all people, "Can I come in? Im soaking right now and I'm so sorry but your room was the closest one that was open with light". You took a look at him, and he was indeed soaking and a little out of breath, and if you looked closely, you could see his hand shivering ever so slightly.

"What- come in, i'll grab a towel, you're shivering" you rushed as you moved away from your window so he could climb in, and right now you were very happy that you had done your homework at your desk for once, and not on the floor that was currently soaked.

He came in as you left the room to grab a warm drink and towel, and was a little surprised you understood the last part, but again, this was Y/N after all, you had dealt with him and all of his antics for almost six years now.

"Here's a towel and some hot cocoa" you handed them both, wondering how he ended up in a lake, but a little too scared to ask.

"Thank you so much Y/N-" he froze after that, hoping you didn't catch his slip up, as he hasn't told you he was Spiderman, wanting to keep you safe from his enemies.

"I never told you my name" you studied the boy in front of you, a little worried, as one should be if you are on a superhero's radar.

"It's on your homework?" he tried, relaxing for a second, thinking you would buy it, but unfortunately for him, the homework had somehow not damaged your brain too much tonight.

"You mean the homework at my desk on the other side of the room?", you pointed to your desk, covered in papers. Suspicion and hunger coursed through your body, why did his voice sound so familiar? Then it struck you.

"Peter?" you tried, causing him to instantly start choking on the burning hot cocoa. "Um, who's Peter-r", he stuttered closing his eyes, hoping and hoping. He peeked through one eye to see your disapproving face.

"Fine" he said, removing his mask to reveal the brown mess of a hair you were used to.

"Im sorry, I didn't tell you earlier, I wanted to keep you safe and this is also the Stark internship. How mad are you?" He got ready to wince, knowing how you were when people lied to you.

You looked at your ceiling, as you were pretending to think about it, but stopped when your peeked at Peter and saw his wince.

"Im fine and I'm not that mad" you finally responded, letting Peter physically relaxed, but he stopped the second you continued, "just try and explain today's lesson after you are all dried up, as I might pull out all of my hair if I looked at banked curves again".

"Now that I can do" Peter happily replied. He quickly dried himself as you grabbed your homework to move to your bed, where there was more space. And both of you were glad that your friendship could be saved, and you were even more happy as your grade might also get saved.

You looked out the window one last time that night, thinking maybe for once, something other than the stars, the ghosts of the sky, will be constant in your life.