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Home (Spiderman Noir x Reader)

Title: Home

Pairing: Spiderman Noir (Peter Parker) x (Spider Person) Reader

Prompt: He knew he was home when her lips touched his.

Summary: Living in Peter's greyscaled world meant that everyone he loves and himself is in danger every day. Home barely feels like home anymore but then he visits you.

Author's Notes: Hey everyone! Just trying to practise writing different characters and writing in general. I've simply been writing 'dialogue prompts romance' on google for inspiration. Hope you all like it! Also, prompt requests are open for the prompt list on my blog :)

Children holding signs in the street was a common sight to see for Peter. The signs read 'Give my dad a job' and similar phrases, so on and so forth.

Despite the emotional barrier he had claimed to have built, he always turned away to avoid making eye contact with them, already knowing what he would see if he had, and it just is another reminder of this world.

Cold, dangerous and isolated.

Hands deep in the pockets of his trenchcoat, Peter quietly travelled through the streets in the direction of his apartment. The building he called home, but it was just as cold and isolated as the outside world, 'Home Base' would be a better way to describe the apartment.

Entering the apartment, Peter made sure to always lock the door after himself as a precautionary measure to protect the Spiderman identity. Adjusting the goggles over his mask, he then froze as a bright light appeared in the room. but he relaxed for he knew exactly what it was.

Without hesitation, he jumped into the bright portal and was immediately thrown into Miles' New York. His head shot up to see a figure crouched on the building's edge.

A webbed patterned suit of (colour 1) and (colour 2). Noir felt a small smile appear behind his mask as he looked at you. You hadn't noticed his arrival, you were too focused on the city before you, which made it easy for Noir to scare you by placing simply a hand on your shoulder.

You jump, nearly losing your balance but you grabbed his arm, stopping yourself. The eyes on your mask were wide from the small scare, but once they made eye contact with his goggles, they changed to express the large grin surely hiding under your mask.

You wrapped your arms around the P.I. in a warm hug. A warmth that Peter found himself addicted to and unable to resist leaning into you while encasing you in his arms.

"Miss me, Peter?" you ask the greyscaled hero, a cheeky smile hiding under your mask while you nuzzled into his chest.

"You know it, Doll" He murmured against the top of your mask where your hair would be. He felt your hands move to the bottom of his mask, carefully adjusting it to reveal his jaw and his lips while he was doing the same with your mask.

They always say home is where the heart is.

But Peter knew differently.

He knew he was home when your lips touched his.

He felt that he could have hope whenever he saw you. He could hope for his world to change. That one day, the cold apartment would thaw, that warmth and safety will become commonplace for everyone.