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Goosebumps| Peter Parker

By: myfeetkeepdancing

Just the two of you. Like any other day of the week. Busy working on the part of a 3D printer. Something you had found while dumpster diving. Now the road of rebuilding had started. Taking it apart and rebuilding it to its former glory, fixing burned wires, testing the boards, running new cables. Wires and connectors litter the floor. Peter sad beside you, fiddling with some stuff. “Can you hand me the 2,5 Torx screwdriver?” You ask, holding your hand up towards Peter, but keeping your focus on the mess of wires in front of you.  

You nudge Peter with you elbow after a couple of seconds. “Peter” Hoping to snap him from his daydream. A couple of seconds go by as you shift towards him. Your eyes catch sight of the screwdriver, laying by his side. “I’ll get it myself, then.” You mumble.

One hand reaches for ground, to balance yourself as you lean over. You manage to press your hand right onto a little screw. A stream of curses flows from your lips as you lose your balance. Stumbling into Peter, you steady yourself by placing a hand on his thigh. Peter yelps in reaction as you stiffen in response. Your elbow came into contact with his crotch and hit something hard. Peter hunches forward, pushing you off him, falling into the mess of wires and screws. You cock your head towards him. “Peter…?”

But he darts up before saying something. His face shot red. Rushing towards the door. You quickly jump to your feet and rush towards the door. You meet Peter’s hand at the handle. Your body slamming against the door. With all your weight you lean against the door. You know you had no chance if it had come to this. Peter could easily rip the door out if he could. “Move (Y/N)!” Peter shakenly calls out. Tightening his grip on the handle. “I-…. I need to be alone.” He quickly averts eye contact by turning away his head.

"P-Peter…” You say with guilt in your tone. “I… get that. But…” He turns his body away, covering his crotch with his other hand. Your voice trembles slightly as your heart starts pounding harder and harder against your ribcage. “Y-You’ll have to go through me first.” Putting your feet flush against the door. Your heart skips a beat as you feel the handle moving. “Cause… this not the time to be alone.” The metal pieces grinding inside. You feel the door move against you weight, your feet begin to displace bit by bit. "Stop Peter! Just give me a few minutes. It’s not what you think!” Pushing your weight against the door once more. You hear the wood structure begin to crack and tear, splinters falling to the ground. “Please, Peter, I’ll get hurt if you go on like this.” You knew he wouldn’t hurt a friend.

“Just let me be on my own!” The door slowly moving back into the frame. You give yourself a breather.  

“Peter… I-” You lick your lips. “I-I… I’m sorry I have to find out this way.” You shorten the distance between the two of you. And feel a nervous flutter shooting through your system. You lay your hand on his shoulder. Your touch sending a shiver through his body. “But we have to talk this through.” Slowing rubbing his shoulder.  

“I-… I don’t w-want to talk.” He stutters.

You hesitate for a moment. But take the gamble. You take a step closer to him, and tilt your head to be able to kiss him right behind his ear. “I know the feeling…” You hear him stifle a groan. “It’s alright, Pete.” You approach further, slowly taking his hand away from the handle, and turn his body towards you. You bring your head close to his. Peter still looking down. With one hand, you cup his cheek, slowly lifting it. “I hope I’m not wrong, but I think this the best for both of us.”