Peter Parker Imagines 🕷

Lethal Love Part 1

He crept closer to her, in slow, quiet baby steps, as if anything else would send her running off and never acknowledge him again. He wrung his mask tight between his fingers, trying to ease his nerves. 
She waited silently and impatiently, like he was oxygen, and she was about to break the surface of the deepest ocean. Toes curling with anticipation, every step making her crave him more.
The air around them was thick, almost suffocating as they waited, waited to see if this exhilarating, fuzzy feeling was just a hoax, a faulty truth. But when Peter caught the glisten in her eyes that showed more than just the warm hues of her irises, his heart caught a fever, warming his veins and sending shivers to his spine. He couldn't help but smile. It's real.
Days earlier
"Oh my god dude, you're in love with her?"
Peter kicked the tip of his faded, worn out shoe to the waxed floor of Midtown High. His eyebrows scrunched in frustration and desperation. His heart hurt. He loves her, god he loves her. She's like the rainfall in a summer drought, she's coming home after a long day, she's like a glass of water on a humid hot day. Something he loves, something he can never grow tired of. He avoided his friends eyes, as he looked down with a jagged sigh,
"How can I not love her?" he asked with no intentions of searching for an answer, "She's mesmerizing, intelligent, kind-"
"But she's your best friend," Ned stated, interrupting Peter,
"That's it. That's the only problem,"
"Dude just tell her how you feel, what do you have to lose?"
Peter looked at his friend with a floored expression, "Are you kidding me? If I tell her how I feel, she may get weirded out and never speak to me again! I'd rather suffer with her as a friend, than suffer without her,"
Ned shook his head and wished Peter good luck, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Your melodic laugh broke through the crowd halls, and snapped Peter's head in your direction. There you were walking along, towards him, smiling and laughing with your friends, making his heart skip a beat. He loved seeing you happy like this, because it made him happy too. But deep down it was taking a toll on him. Feeling the way he does and not being able to spill it all, and explain how he's never felt this way before, that he'd do anything for you if you only asked, how he wants to wake up next to you every morning so he can see your morning glory beauty, feel your gentle touch against him, and hold you in his arms; but he can't.
Catching his eyes staring gently, you beamed back at him, making your way over, "Hey Pete," you greeted.
Never once breaking his eye contact, he smiled down at you, "Hey," he said breathlessly,
"Our favorite cafe is open till 8 tonight, are you busy?"
"Uh, no, not at all," He didn't even give it a thought before answering. It didn't matter, he'd cancel all his plans for the rest of his life if it meant spending it all with you,
"Great! We'll meet at 6:30 and head over then?"
"Yeah, uh, great. I'll just- be at your place, at 6:30,"
"Sweet, text me," you said placing your hand on Peters toned bicep, giving it a squeeze as you proceeded to walk to your next class. You hoped that he hadn't taken notice of the blush that warmed your cheeks when you spoke to him. You'd been trying to hint to Peter about your feelings for a little while now, but you should've known that he wouldn't pick up on it right away. You've tried telling him straight up before, feeling it at the tip of your tongue, your heart beating  frantically out of your chest, ready for the truth to finally come out, but you just couldn't put these intense feelings in to words. But tonight you were, no more waiting around.
6:30 sharp, Peter was at your doorstep, as promised. You took your seats on the patio of the cafe, fairy lights strung above your heads, giving the atmosphere a warm, comforting glow,
"I don't know why I bother looking at the menu, I get the same thing every time I come here," you said picking up the laminated list. Peter chuckling softly at you, admiration flooding his brown eyes,
"Switch it up then, try something different and exciting," he suggested
"I will do no such thing to my pasta dish,"
Your silly comment made him laugh harder. For a moment he felt as if he had fallen even more in love with you, as impossible as it may seen.
The sun began to set between the cities structures, illuminating the sparse clouds, as the two of you finished your evening meals. You were telling a story to Peter that M.J had told you earlier at school, all the while he never broke his eye contact you. He couldn't help it. And he wasn't even sure if he was picking up everything you were saying, but he hardly cared. He was more focused on memorizing every specked detail in your radiant irises.
You paused your story telling, and caught on that Peter wasn't paying any attention with the lack of his responses. Without giving it a second thought as to what may happen next, you let out your next few words,
"There's something that I want to tell you,"
Your eyes widen, realizing Peter had spoken along with you, almost the exact same sentence, only changing it to something that he needed to tell you,
"Uh, ladies first," he offered, quickly trying to prolong his confession and see if you'd forget he had spoken,
"No, no, I've been talking non-stop this whole time so, you go first," you laughed nervously.
Peter let out a breath he had been holding in and brought his sweaty palms together on his lap, shaking with his rapidly bouncing leg,
"I-uh-" he started, instantly regretting looking up at you, and seeing you peer at him with your wise, remarkable eyes, making any thoughts left in his heads disappear. He had imagined this moment many times in his, planning out all the sweet words he'd say, but he never took into consideration how nerve raking it'd be,
"I'm-well, I'm... Spider-man,"
He blew it.
Your expression changed from expectant to confused. He never imagined his heart rate to pick up this speed, if he hadn't gotten bit by the radioactive spider, then he'd probably be dead.
You tilted your head, a light-hearted and dazed smile formed on your lips, "What?" you asked, "No you're not,"
When you were met with no response, your stomach dropped, "All those black eyes, and cuts were from Flash," you bugged him in disbelief.
Peter shook his head slowly and whispered a barely audible 'no'. He was regretting his impulsive decision, hating himself for being such a coward.
Your eyes glazed over as you looked up and down the boy in front of you, not sure if it was the same one you fell in love with. You loved Peter because he was an honest, kind, genuine person. He was your best friend, a person you'd choose above all else, told all your secrets to, held you when you cried, someone that you trusted. You felt a cold distance from him, after all this time, he couldn't tell something so big important and in his life to his best friend.
Peter couldn't stand the silence and the thick air between you two, he'd rather you be yelling and screaming than this painful, slow torture, "Please say something," he pleaded faintly.
His heart broke a little, when you got up and left him alone.