Peter Parker Imagines 🕷

Pinky Promises

The first time Peter made a pinky promise was on your first date.
Both of you were giddy after an entire night at the charming diner, with the hissing from the rowdy kitchen and the regular chatter from the other diners adding to the vibrant atmosphere of the restaurant. Twirling your chocolate milkshake with your straw, you couldn't help but laugh at Peter's joke and throw a french fry at him in response. He gave you a wicked grin and threw one back, prompting you to gasp dramatically.
"Peter Parker, did you just challenge me to a food fight?" you asked, causing Peter to smirk.
"Maybe..."
You were about to reach for the entire basket of fries to throw on him, only for an elderly woman to quickly come scurrying to scold you two.
"NOT ON MY WATCH, (Y/n)." she shouted, jokingly slapping you on the wrist. Peter flushed red and you laughed, apologizing to Amanda with a soft smile. She playfully shrugged your apology off before pointing at Peter.
"You two on a date?"
"Ye-yes ma'am." Peter replied, a blush spreading across his cheeks. Amanda softly smiled as she straightening her apron and set the receipt down on the table. You noticed that she crossed out the original price and gave you at least a 50% discount, causing you to tell her it wasn't necessary.
"Oh, shut it, (Y/n). You're a regular, a discount is basically just custom here. You two have a good night, and be nice to her, kid. You're very lucky to have her."
"I am indeed." Peter replied, sending you a bright smile. It's your turn to blush as Amanda rushes back to the kitchen, prompting you to sigh happily and start reaching for your wallet.
"Woah- what are you doing?" asked Peter, gesturing to your hand.
"What? I'm reaching for my wallet." you replied, confused.
Peter forced your hand down and took out his wallet, slapping down a twenty dollar bill onto the table. You playfully rolled your eyes in response.
"Peter.... I'm a modern girl- I can pay at least half of the meal." you complained, trying to reach for the bill. Peter only shook his head sideways and snatched the bill away.
"I know, but.... this is our first date and I-I wanna make it special. Please, let me pay?"
You couldn't bring yourself to say no to his pleading eyes and gave in, sighing as you tucked your wallet back into your bag. You eventually left the diner hand in hand with Peter, swinging your linked hands back and forth while walking down the dark streets of New York. With the muffled sound of cars in the distance and the bright lights of the skyscrapers, you felt at peace while staring up at the stars and just holding his hand.
You then stopped abruptly in the middle of the road, causing Peter to look at you with curiosity. You grabbed him by the wrist and forced his pinky up as you spoke.
"I let you win this time, Parker. But promise me that next time, I'll pay for at least half of the meal?"
Peter laughed quietly as he linked fingers with you, a playful glint in his eyes.
"Fine. I promise to let you pay for the meal next time."
He took off his jacket and draped it over you, keeping his arm over your shoulder for the rest of the walk home.
The second time he made a pinky promise was when he told you that he loves you.
It was the middle of the night: the only sounds in the room were the whirring of the fan and the movie on your computer playing at a small volume, your eyes transfixed on the screen while Peter stroke your hair and buried his face into your neck. You looked away from the movie and turned to just admire Peter, causing him to look down at you and smile softly.
"Is there something on my face?" you asked, prompting Peter to chuckle before pulling you closer with his arm.
"No, just thinking."
The silence that settled between the two of you was comfortable and sweet, the rise and fall of his chest was a steady rhythm against your head. Peter had a serious expression on his face before he took in a deep breath and said: "I love you, (Y/n)." The confession was totally unexpected and you were caught off guard for a couple of moments, while Peter mistook your silence as this being the wrong time to confess.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, (Y/n). I'm not trying to rush you into anything, I don't want you to be-"
You sat up and quickly kissed him, cutting him off from saying more nonsense. You pulled away and poked him in the chest, rolling your eyes.
"Shut up, stupid. I love you too."
The grin on Peter's face was the biggest you've ever seen him have, and his face was practically glowing with happiness as you settled back on top of him. He then grabbed your arm and propped it up on the bed, pushing your first four fingers down until it was only your pinky up in the air. He linked it with his before speaking.
"I promise to love you endlessly, (Y/n)."
You look up at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Are you sure you want to be stuck with me?"
Peter only pouted and you laughed quietly before you finished the promise by pressing down your finger.
"I promise to love you endlessly as well, Peter Parker."
The third time he made a pinky promise was when you found out that he was Spiderman.
You were walking back from a late night shift at the diner when out of nowhere a tall man in black jumped out of an alley and pointed a knife at you, demanding that you give him all your money.
Before you even had the chance to even open your bag, however, a dark figure swung out of nowhere and knocked the robber down. You quickly ran behind the figure for protection, who you later realized was Spiderman when he swung underneath the street lamps. It was a blur of red and blue and black as he began to fight the robber, consequently getting a couple of punches to the side and a light stab in the process. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when Spiderman finally webbed the man to the wall before turning around to face you.
Your thanks were cut off when he suddenly rushed towards you and pulls you into a tight hug.
"I was so worried, (Y/n). Are you ok? Did you get hurt? Did he touch you? Did-"
"....How do you know my name?" you asked, his voice familiar yet still so confusing tp you. Spiderman didn't respond and you then realized that you could recognize the slight cinnamon and fresh laundry smell on him: it was Peter.
"PETER?" you shouted, shoving him away from you. Peter immediately panicked, trying to grab you but you kept on pushing him away, not believing what was going on.
"Yes, (Y/n), but can we not do this now-" rambled Peter, hearing the police sirens beginning to approach.
"I can't fucking believe you, Peter, how dare you ask-"
Peter cut you off, wrapping his arm around you tightly and swinging away from the crime scene. Not wanting to plummet to your death, you hold your tongue until you both arrive on the rooftop of your apartment. The moment your feet hit the ground, however, you pushed him away from you and started to walk towards the door- not bothered enough to hear his pathetic apology.
"No, (Y/n), babe, please hear me out-" started Peter, only for you to interrupt him.
"Hear you out HOW, Peter? Weren't you listening when I told you that I trusted you?" you questioned, pushing him backwards in anger.
"Weren't you listening when I told you that-that I've never trusted anyone like I trusted you? Weren't you listening when I told you that y-you were my entire world-" you continued, pushing his backwards harder to emphasize your point.
You pushed him backwards one more time, causing him to slam up against the door as a tear managed to escape your eye.
"And weren't you listening when I told you that I loved you?" you asked, your voice breaking. Peter ripped off his Spiderman mask, allowing you to see that his eyes filled with pain.
"Of course I heard you, (Y/n), but-"
"BUT WHAT PETER? You were lying?"
"N-no, not at all. (Y/n), I love you, I love you more than anything else in the world-"
You shook your head in disbelief, shoving Peter out of the way.
"Stop lying, Peter. If you loved me, you would have told me that you were freaking Spiderman."
You threw open the door and started to go down the long staircases down to your floor, prompting Peter to immediately start following behind you while profusely apologizing.
"I'm so sorry, (Y/n), I didn't want to tell you because it would have put you in so much danger. A-and I wanted to keep you safe for as long as possible because I would literally die if anything ever happened to you. Please forgive me, I never meant to hurt you, I just could never tell- fuck."
Peter let out a pained grunt as he had accidentally hit his side on the stair railing, the bruise from the fight flaring up in pain. A part of your anger dissipated when you could now see- under the harsh lights- the extent of Peter's injuries. In addition to multiple bruises, he had a busted lip and a light stab on his right rib that was beginning to bleed through his suit. You sighed and threw open the door to your apartment, glad that your parents were gone for the weekend.
"Get in." you commanded.
Peter sheepishly obeyed, trudging into your apartment as you slammed the door and locked it. You proceeded to take out a first aid kid from your parent's drawer and started to patch up Peter, ignoring his pained moans as you wrapped a set of bandages around his waist. The silence was both uncomfortable and welcoming as you finished up, lightly dabbing his injuries with alcohol before wiping it with a clean cloth.
As you treated his injuries, Peter breathed silently and his hand tentatively touches yours. You flinched at the touch but didn't pull away, continuing to treat him.
"I'm incredibly sorry, (Y/n). You're my entire world and I thought I could protect you if you didn't know that I was Spiderman. I never meant to hurt you."
You could hear his voice start to break and his chest began to heave, and then you slowly realize that he's crying. That immediately caused you to drop your kit and look at him, only to see the guilt written all over his face. You felt bad for suddenly yelling at him and squeezd his hand, tears starting to brim in your eyes as well.
"I'm sorry as well, Peter."
That comment prompted Peter to lift his head and stare at you as you continued.
"I didn't mean to yell at you. I was just... upset that you would hide something this big and important from me."
You saw that Peter was about to open his mouth to apologize so you cut him off immediately, continuing your apology.
"But... I understand. What you do is dangerous and it was a smart move to keep me in the dark. I'm assuming most people don't know anyway."
Peter chuckled quietly.
"Yeah... The only people who know other than you is Mr.Stark, the Avengers and Ned. And Ned only knows cause he walked in on me crawling on the ceiling."
That caused you to laugh weakly.
"That sounds like such a Ned thing to do."
Peter laughed as well and the tension in the room finally began to break apart. You cradled his face gently with your hands and kissed him slowly, the kiss soft and loving. When you pulled away, you stuck out your pinky finger in the air and smiled at him.
"At least promise me that you'll be careful? And you'll always come to me if something happens and you get hurt?"
Peter promised and completed the pinky promise, before pulling you into a tight hug and resting his chin on the top of your head.
"I love you so much, (Y/n)." he whispered into your hair. He didn't let go and you didn't try to move, perfectly content to be wrapped up in Peter before the two of you fell asleep on the couch.
The fourth time he made a pinky promise was when it was the end of the world.
All you knew was that the world was in chaos, civilians had been evacuated and heroes from all over the world were uniting to try to stop the invasion. Peter was called to help defend the planet, and while you saw it coming, hearing the news leave his mouth caused you to break down.
"P-please don't go, Peter, please."
You sank to your knees, practically begging him to not leave. Peter swallowed the lump in his throat as he crouched down to your level, hugging your shaking figure tightly as he whispered comfortingly into your ear.
"I'll come back safe, (Y/n). You have nothing to worry about."
"D-don't lie to me, Peter. I-It's a suicide mission. Peter, please, you'll die. Y-you won't come back."
You continued to sob hysterically, the thought of Peter leaving you far too painful to process. Peter could feel himself starting to get choked up, but he pushes down his feelings and tried to stay strong.
"Listen to me, okay? I'm gonna come back safe. I promise-"
He linked his pinky finger with yours, the small gesture causing you to calm down and stare at him quietly.
"I pinky promise to come back alive. And have I ever broke a pinky promise?"
You shook your head no, and Peter smiled before kissing you softly.
"That's right. So I'm going to be back."
You didn't let go of Peter the entire time on the way to the Avengers tower, on request of Peter telling Tony that he would rather have you be somewhere incredibly safe and away from the chaos happening in the streets. It pained you to let him go, but you kissed him one last time and watched him leave as some SHIELD agent gently lead you into the fortified tower.
The next couple of hours were absolute hell. You didn't dare try to look online or try to keep up with the coverage of the fight, too afraid of hearing something you could never take back. The only glimmer of hope you had during those hellish hours was the reminder that Peter had pinky promised: and he never broke his promises.
So when you heard that the Avengers were back, you immediately rushed out of the tower and scanned the group of people approaching. You didn't see Peter right away, but you were sure that he was probably just way in the back or walking slowly.
"(Y/n)..."
You turned around to see a distraught Tony Stark, his eyes puffy and red as he confirmed your worst nightmares.
"I'm so sorry. Peter, he-he didn't make it."
The sentence knocked the air out of your lungs, the weight of the world crashing in on you in tidal waves- forcing you to collapse onto the floor in silence. Shock and grief is overwhelming your brain at once, leaving no room for tears or even a quite murmured response. Tony's own voice starts to break as he continues.
"A-and he... He wanted me to tell you that he loves you so much and that he is so sorry."
"Sorry for what?" you asked quietly, your heart feeling like it was being torn apart into shreds.
"Sorry for not keeping his promise "