Armageddon || an avengersxreader fanfiction

chapter eleven

September, 2017

You and Peter are the first ones to leave the school building. You pause by the large gate. Glancing around, you and Peter see no one near. He leaps over the gate with ease as you briskly climb. He waits on the other side for a few seconds as you're climbing the fence.

You sprint on the ground as Spider-Man swings from the buildings above, slightly faster. You stop at the foot of the building where you and Peter sit while on patrol and wait for Peter to let you up. You see him pop over the edge after a few seconds. His webs land right in front of you so you can climb them.

When you reach the top, you take your seat next to Peter. The first few times Peter invited you to patrol, you sat a bit farther back, slightly worried of falling onto the crowded streets below. Now, when he doesn't have to invite you anymore, you sit close to the edge, trusting yourself and Peter.

As you scan the streets below, your eyes catch on an old lady carrying a bag of groceries. A man bumps into her and stops to apologize, but sneakily grabs a wallet from her purse. He walks away, unsuspected by the little old lady.
"Peter." You point to the thief. He swings down and into the purse thief, knocking him to the sidewalk. Peter tries to find the owner, but apparently didn't see her. He looks up at you, and you point to the elderly lady crossing the street. He meets her on the other side and hands her her purse. You watch as her face glows with joy. She thanks Peter, squeezing his cheeks through the mask. When she finally releases him, he swings into his original seat, rubbing his cheek.

"So, homecoming is coming up." His voice rises slightly as he speaks.
"Peter, we're dating. Why is it so hard for you to ask me to the dance?"
He shrugs. "So...you'll go with me?"
"Of course."

After you've stopped a car thief, a shoplifter, and a couple of drug dealers, you and Peter go to get some pizza for dinner. At Dominoes, Peter orders a large pizza and some breadsticks. You find seats on top of the tallest building in the near area. You are nibbling on a breadstick when Peter's hand not-so-accidentally brushes against yours. You can tell he's mortified by his flirtatious action that was supposed to be subtle. After giving Peter a raised eyebrow, you reach across the pizza box between you and Peter. Without hesitation, you slip your fingers between his. With the sudden sudden contact, his hand, wrapped around yours, stiffens with the rest of his arm.

"Peter, I have to go back to the compound," You observe, seeing that it's almost 10:00 P.M.
"Okay, I'll walk you to the bus stop."
You and Peter grab your backpacks with your suits and descend the back of the building. Arriving at the bus station, you and Peter continue walking to the compound, pretending not to notice the bus stop. Now yards away from the bus stop, Peter reaches for your hand. You smile at the awkwardness of holding hands while walking with a distance of about three feet between you.