Spider-Man Imagines I

The Alley | Peter Parker [TH]

To say you loved Peter Parker was an understatement.

You had feelings for him way before he ever asked you to be his girlfriend. He was your closest friend and the sweetest, most selfless teenage boy you'd ever met. And he liked you, for some reason - like really, really adored and loved you and made you feel like the most important person in the world - and that was just icing on the cake.

Peter told you he was Spider-Man after Ned found out accidentally. He said he never wanted to tell you just in case it got you hurt or it somehow got out to Aunt May, but he also didn't want you to find out the way Ned did and resent him for not telling you.

You promised to keep the secret locked behind your lips and also to remain by his side through it all. And you did.

You were there every time he needed somewhere to crash. You let him pass out on your bed, sometimes spending all night holding an ice pack to a particularly nasty bruise on his body or checking every other hour to be sure a bad cut didn't get infected while his system steadily and quickly healed him. You spent all night helping him cram for tests he never had time to study for. You kept him in check, watched his grades just as closely as yours, and did all of it without once complaining about how different your relationship was compared to all of the others.

There was never time for a date. Most of the time, when you saw Peter, he was either delirious from blood loss or just exhaustion. Another than a quick peck on the lips before he climbed out of your window, he never spent any time with you.

And yet you were happy.

So when you received an odd text from Peter just after school, you couldn't help but panic.

Hey babe! Meet me in the alley beside Delmar's. ♡

Clearly, if it was an emergency, he would call you. He wouldn't take time to pick out a heart emoji. Then again, it was Peter.

Sure, babe. Is something wrong?

He sent a text back only moments later:

No, but someone stole my backpack. :-( Can you bring me a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt? I'm sure you've stolen a few of mine yourself so.

You rolled your eyes at this message. You got them more than any other sort of message.

It's better that I steal them over random guys in the street. I at least wash them and fold them for you.

I'm on my way, babe.

You caught the next bus, texting him and saying you were getting there as soon as possible. It was a short bus trip, barely fifteen minutes, before you were off the vehicle and walking across the street, holding up a hand as a thank you to all the cars letting you run by.

You hopped up on the curb and headed towards Delmar's. You passed by the building, waving at the owner through the glass with a big smile.

The alley Peter wanted you to meet him in was far more gross than you'd imagined. It smelled of rotting garbage and stale cigarette smoke. Aside from the sounds of traffic behind you and rats scurrying around the ground, it was quiet.

You walked by a dumpster, scowling at the smell. You wouldn't be surprised if a rotting corpse was in the green bin.

"Peter?" you half whispered, wondering if he was hiding for some reason. "Peter?" You sighed, pulling out your phone to see if he messaged. Maybe you had the wrong alley.