Spider-Man Imagines I

Here, Hold This | Peter Parker [TH]

"It's going to be in the forties all this week," your mother said at the same time you glanced at the television screen that had a giant 43°F under today - Sunday. "Make sure you wear your coat, okay, sweetie? I'm going to turn the heat on. It's cold already."

You shrugged. "Eh. It's not so bad."

"Not so bad?" she asked. She shivered dramatically. "Brr! You need another vacation down south to remind you of what real warm is. Sunny beaches, warm, breezy nights... yes please."

You smiled. "Then let's plan a vacation." You got off the couch and grabbed your purse, reading the text message that just popped up on your screen. "Peter's here."

"Oh? Are you dating the boy yet?"

"No," you said, but you smiled warmly.

"What's with the grin then?"

"I don't know," you said, slipping the strap of your purse over your shoulder. "Maybe he likes me. I hope he does."

"I saw the way he looked at you when we ran into him at the grocery store," she said. "He likes you."

You had to look away; you were embarrassed of how big your smile was. You had had a crush on Peter for years, and by some sort of miracle, he started liking you back. It was something you'd only dreamed, wished, and prayed for. Someone thinking you're as amazing as you think they are.

"I gotta go," you said. "He's waiting outside."

"He doesn't want to meet me?"

"Maybe next time, Mom," you said. "He's sort of awkward."

She laughed. "Alright then. I'll see you tonight for dinner. Homemade pizza night!"

"Okay," you said, going to the door. "Bye, love-"

"Coat, sweetie!" your mother scolded.

"It doesn't go with my outfit, mom," you hissed, gesturing down to the thin, long sleeved shirt, leggings, and boots you wore. The shirt looked good with your hair, which made your eyes look big, which made your eyelashes look dark, which made your lips look full. If you glanced in the mirror, you could almost believe you looked perfect.

"Oh, of course," your mom said sarcastically. She crossed her arms and shook her head. "Put your coat on, ___-"

"Gotta go, sorry!" you sang, opening the door and shutting it quickly behind you.

You spotted Peter on the sidewalk, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, curls moving in the wind. You hadn't had the chance to smile or suck in your stomach or straighten your back, and yet he was already looking at you like you were the most amazing thing in the universe.

"Hey," he said, smiling.

"Hi," you replied. "Sorry it took long. My mom was talking."

"No worries," he said. "So I found this really neat diner on Sixth and a used bookstore beside it. Does that sound cool?"

"A used bookstore?" you asked, grinning. "Um, yes please!"

"Alright, awesome," he said. He started to walk alongside you. Right away, he began his usual nervous, awkward conversation, talking about Ned and chemistry homework and school food and Aunt May and Mr. Stark and-

Jeez. It was cold.

You smiled and nodded along, trying to hide the fact that your fingers were numb and your teeth hurt from being clenched together. You didn't want them to chatter, because if they did, they'd made a lot of noise and give you a headache and Peter would think you were an idiot for forgetting your coat at the end of October-