Spider-Man Imagines I

Jack Frost Nipping At Your Nose | Peter Parker [TH]

"K-Karen, blast the heat again," Peter said, shoving his freezing hands between his thighs.

He shuddered as he looked around at the fat snowflakes fluttering down around him. If it wasn't so painful, he might have thought it was pretty, but he currently hated snow.

The heat blasted from the inside of his suit, and Peter tucked his chin into his chest, blowing as he tries to absorb all of the warmth before it just disappeared into the icy air.

For the millionth time, he was grateful for the million dollar suit Mr. Stark had put together for him.

"Peter, you should take shelter somewhere warm," Karen said. "The temperature is only going to drop. It is currently eleven degrees Fahrenheit, and the snow is-"

"I-I can't go home yet, Karen," he stuttered. "S-Something could-"

"Your friend ___ lives in the house twenty feet away from you. She knows your identity - you could stop by and ask if you could stay."

That was true. You were one of Peter's best friends and had known about the secret almost as long as Ned had.

"No, that's weird, first of all. You can't just barge into someone's house uninvited, and also I'm f-fine!"

Karen did not back down. "You are going to freeze to death," she said simply.

"I'm not-"

"Hypothermia is very-"

"K-Karen!" Peter rubbed the tops of his thighs, desperate to get some warmth on his palms and fingers. "I'm fine-"

"Pete?"

Peter turned his head quickly. You stood on the ground below him, about twelve feet lower than the edge of the shed he was perched on. You were dressed in it all - gloves, a scarf, a hat, a coat, and boots. He pulled off his mask, cheeks automatically getting sharp pains as snowflakes pelted his skin.

"___, you shouldn't be out here," he said, waving his hand towards the direction of your house. "G-Go inside."

"Um, you shouldn't be out here," you said, crossing your arms (with much difficulty because of the marshmallow of a winter coat on your body). "It's way below freezing and you're literally just sitting on top of my neighbor's shed."

"P-Part of the job," he replied.

"No, it's not," you scoffed, rolling your eyes. "And your butt is totally gonna get frozen to that wood and you're going to be stuck and I won't help you."

"No it won't!" he said, but he shifted just to be sure. Cheeks redder because of his own embarrassment as you snickered, he grumbled, "Don't talk about my butt."

"Come on, Pete," you said. "I don't want you to get frostbite."

He looked torn. "But it's early. If something happens-"

"Queens is crazy, but there's no one crazy enough to break into a bank when it's this cold," you said. He sighed, and you smiled triumphantly. "Come on, I'll put on some tea."

"Coffee," he said.

"Tea," you said. "It's late, Pete, and we have a test in English tomorrow. You need to sleep tonight."

He rolled his eyes as he hopped off the shed and landed on his numb feet. "Yes, Aunt May," he said mockingly.

You stuck your tongue out at him but still walked forward, eyes caring as you unwrapped your scarf and looked it around his neck.

"W-What are you doing?" he asked, moving to tug it off.

"Pete, I'm seriously afraid you're going to die before we get to my house. Put these on." You peeled off your gloves and thrust them into his hands.