Prism of Love | Peter Parker x Male! Reader

Prism of Love

Humans are born unable to see color; this is a well-known fact. Only after coming in physical contact with your soulmate are you able to see color. For as long as Peter can remember, he has heard people talk about the colors. One of his best friends in elementary school met his soulmate at just ten years old. For the rest of their friendship, he tried to explain the colors to Peter; what they looked like and how they made him feel. The problem with trying to explain colors to someone who has never seen them is that they have no idea how to relate those descriptions to actual vision. Sure, Peter could still see differences in shades of light and darkness but, from what he has heard of color, it is something entirely different.

It doesn't bother Peter that he still has yet to meet his soulmate; he is only 16 after all. Also, with everything that happened last year at homecoming, he had decided to take life a little slower. So here he is on another night of swinging through Queens, on the prowl for any crime that might be underway. After swinging past a few more buildings, he decides to rest on a rooftop, perching himself on the edge. After taking a quick look-around to make sure no one would be able to see, he pulls his mask off. He adjusts his hair for a more comfortable feel and looks out upon the borough that he calls home, and then across the river to Manhattan.

One thing that always did bother Peter about his colorblindness was not being able to know what his hair and eyes really looked like. He could tell that both were a darker shade, appearing slightly blackish in his own vision. Others that could see called both of them the same color: brown. He thinks it's such an ugly name for something, let alone a color.

Huffing out a sigh, he goes to pull his mask back on and swing home when his phone starts to vibrate in his pocket. He pulls it out to see Happy's name indicating he was calling him. "Hello?" Peter answers.

"Hey, kid," the man on the other end responds, "Boss wants to see you tomorrow. I'll be at your place to pick you up around one and drive you to the new Avengers place, so be ready for me."

"What's it about?"

"I don't know, but Tony wants to see you in person so it must be important. Remember, be ready for me tomorrow."

"Ok, see you tomorrow Happy." Peter hangs up the phone before thrusting his first up into the air. Ever since homecoming, Mr. Stark had started to take Peter a lot more seriously. He even gave Peter an official "internship" at Stark Industries. Peter liked being around the man. To most others, he seemed like a jerk and a typical rich guy. Peter always has a way of seeing the best in people, however, and he saw all of the things that made Tony a good guy. The things that Peter looked up to in him.

Peter snaps out of his thoughts and places his mask back on. He readies himself to jump off the side of the building when he hears noise in the alleyway a couple of buildings to his right. He taps into his enhanced hearing just in time to hear "No!" rip from somebody's throat. A gunshot rings out, sending Peter reeling backwards from the pain in his ears. Still in pain, he pushes himself to move forwards. He leaps between the tops of the buildings before jumping into the alleyway, landing on the wall opposite the building he just jumped from. He makes his way to the ground and uses the night vision on his HUD to see in the pitch-black darkness.

Hefinds a person lying on their side a few feet away, their limbs sprawled outaway from their body. Rushing to the person's side, Peter flips the boy over tosee his shirt stained in a dark shade; blood. "The bullet missed his heart bytwo millimeters," Karen informs Peter, "He is losing a lot of blood, however.Peter, he requires immediate medical attention. It'll take you about threeminutes to get to the nearest hospital on foot." A route pops up on the suit'sHUD, guiding Peter to the end of the alleyway with a left turn at the edge.Peter hoists the young man into his arms and starts running, ignoring theringing still pounding in his ears and the sudden sharp pain in his eyes.