Not So Helpless (Peter Parker/Spiderman x Reader)

Part 3

Turns out, Tony was very forgiving of the situation seeing as nobody was hurt physically, but mentally I would be scarred if I pissed my pants in front of everyone. I was to afraid to tell him about how I had felt. Never had I been able to control someone with just a single afterthought. Who knows what could happen next time somebody bumps into me or just looks at me wrong.

Today was Saturday and I was sitting doing homework in the living room. I should say attempting as I was very focused on a huge Lego set I convinced Tony to buy for me. I was finishing the first part when there was a knock on the wall. I turned to see Peter in the entryway, backpack slung over his shoulder. He looked a little hesitant, but strode in. I couldn't help but smile at my new friend.

"Hey, Pete!" I said turning back to the set.

"Hey (y/n) how are... IS THAT A LEGO STAR DESTROYER!?"

He spooked me and my knee bumped under the table causing the Legos to slide away, the Star Destroyer sliding towards the ground. Before I could move a web shot out and stopped it from crashing to the floor.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it. I came over to do some homework with you. Mr. Stark said-"

"Ugh can we not talk about him?"

There was a silence and I felt a little bad suddenly yelling. Sighing I shift on the couch, picking up the Star Destroyer and resting it back onto the table. Peter got situated beside me, his fingers playing with some of the loose parts. 

"So, can I ask a personal question?"

I turned to him, my eyes entranced by his soft ones. I nodded, hopefully it wasn't to personal. 

"Is Mr.Stark your Dad or something?"

I couldn't help but laugh. i mean, he never acted like one, but I mean he is all I have ever had. Thinking more, I realize I had no answer to that question. Should I know? I mean, Peter knows his parents. Most every kid does. Was he considered Dad?

"Uh I don't really know the answer. He just has me call him Tony."

I'm pretty sure Peter could tell I was uncomfortable because the next thing he did was jump up from his seat and hold a hand out to me. A playful smile was across his face and his eyes had a mischievous sparkle within them. 

"Well, I was thinking how about we go have some fun?"

***

Here I am now, hanging onto Peter, or should I say Spiderman, tightly as we swung through the busy streets of New York City. My face was currently pressed into his chest and I felt the vibrations as he chuckled. When he said fun, I did not imagine this. 

The wind wasn't blowing around me anymore. Peter set me down as I clutched onto the hand railing. We were on a fire escape and it looked like we were in Queens. I noticed the window behind me was open and Peter was undressing. My face flushed as I closed my eyes and maneuvered through the window. I unfortunately hit my head on the frame, proceeded to fall forward, only to be caught in two very warm arms. I looked up and was met with a naked chest. A very toned, gorgeous, (y/n) you're drooling. 

Right at that moment,  the door to the room opened. On instinct I covered my eyes, then Peter suddenly dropped me on the ground, my head effectively hitting the bed leg. 

"And what, may I ask, is going on in here Peter?"

A female voice rang out, but I was to afraid to open my eyes. There was shuffling as I got up the best I could, grabbing the bed for support. I felt something trickle from my forehead and there was a throbbing pain. A hand found its way to my wound and a fragile one was placed on my arm. 

"Oh honey are you alright? Peter! Grab me some bandages from the bathroom please, but get dressed first mister!"

I couldn't help but laugh. I already knew I was going to like this mystery woman. I was led to a seat, presumably the couch, my back hitting the soft pillows. There was some rustling around and a cold feeling on my forehead. Someone moved the hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear.

"Hey Aunt May, can you go grab an ice pack?  I think it'll help the bruise."

Footsteps left the room and I opened my eyes to see Peter, a look of worry on his face. I grabbed his hand that was wiping the blood from my head when he pulled back. It was like a spark and my head didn't hurt anymore. Peter was now on the ground, holding his forehead where a gash was located right above his eye. 

Quickly I grabbed the forgotten rag and helped him. This Aunt May character walked back in, confusion written on her face as she looked between us. 

"What did I miss?"

***

After some careful explaining over some delicious dinner, Aunt May somewhat understood what was happening. I told her about how I have powers, and was a friend of Peters. She insisted that something else was happening, telling me and Peter how 'adorable' the two of us were. A literal 'power couple' in her words. 

I scooped the last bit of peas into my mouth, a smile spreading onto my face. 

"Aunt May this is the best food I have ever eaten!" 

"Well thank you, (y/n)! It's nice to hear that someone appreciates my cooking."

"Mayyyyy." Peter said crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. They began to bicker back and forth, but I couldn't help but watch. Is this what family was? 

I must have been looking at Peter for too long, because I was tapped on the shoulder by Aunt May who was motioning to follow her. I offered to help with dishes, but she shook her head saying Peter would. He gave a groan before doing as he was told. Me and May proceeded outside to a balcony she had overlooking Queens. The night was crisp.

"I couldn't help but notice the way you and Peter look at one another."

An instant blush covered my face as I waved my hands back and forth trying to persuade her otherwise. She simply burst out laughing, a beautiful smile crossing her face, some wrinkles pulling at her eyes. 

"Trust me, anyone with two eyes can see it. I used to look at Peter's Uncle the same way when I first met him. I was head over heals for the man." 

A forlorn look came to her face. A sadder smile appeared, her eyes just barely glossy as they looked to the lights and the cars below. For some reason, I reached out and took her hand into mine. She gasped and I felt tears prick my eyes and fall down my cheeks. All her emotions seemed to be shared with me, but how. How was she staying so strong? 

I let go of her hands, wiping my face the best I could. A sniffle followed causing her to turn to me. I looked into her face for some kind of emotion, but only saw happiness. As if nothing happened. Within a second, her arms were wrapped around my small frame. Let's just say I froze. 

"Come on, Peter is probably making a mess in the kitchen."

No other words were said as we made out way back inside to find that Peter had indeed overflowed the sink with dish soap.