Peter Parker Imagines 🕷

Behind his mask

Your marker tapped against the grainy surface of the wood table as you sat near the center of the library at Midtown Tech, awaiting for Peter Parker yet again. The two of you had been trying to meet up to finish working on a project that you two had for Spanish, but unfortunately the meetup date had been pushed back due to Peter having a few plans here and there. You thought nothing of it knowing that he was probably just helping Aunt May out or had commitments to his new internship, plus Peter had been pretty unorganized the entire time you had known him.

You opened up your notebook to glance over the outline of the project when you heard the door thrown open followed by light murmuring. Setting the marker down you then looked up to find Peter skidding to a stop and catching himself before he tripped.

"Y/n! I'm so sorry I was late! There was May and you know how she gets when-" he spoke as his voice cracked a tiny bit.

"Pete, it's alright, I get it. No worries, at least you're here now."

He breathed out a sigh and slid into the chair across from yours, "I'm really sorry."

You only smiled at him with forgiveness before catching him up on some of your ideas for the project.

Peter felt incredibly guilty. This was the third time he had almost stood you up or rearranged the meeting time, and you didn't seem angry at all. The familiar warm feeling crept up his neck and stained his face crimson as he watched you talk and pull out a few pages of notes.

He'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't have a crush on you. At first it was small, just quick glances where he would take in your beauty, or a joke here and there to get you to laugh your adorable laugh again, but after a while, it became overwhelming. He knew it was cliche to fall for his friend, one of his best friends, but he quickly gave in to his feelings to the point where it hurt sometimes. Peter had always thought that everything about you was incredible, but something was different now. It was like everything was brighter and clearer and more shiny and wonderful than before. Even during the whole thing last year with Liz, he had never felt this strongly while teetering on the line between crush and first love. Something about you was different and pulling him in, and he didn't want an explanation or a reason to as why, he wouldn't be able to explain anyways.

Ned, Aunt May, and Mr. Stark were the only ones who knew about his little dilemma with his feelings. He'd never experienced something like this before. He tried to not make it obvious at all, and though you didn't notice, Ned certainly did and pointed out when Peter was staring on you, a lovesick gleam in his eyes. Peter would deny it, but the crack in his voice that made its appearance when he got nervous was enough evidence to show that he was lying.

Aunt May also eventually caught on, though Ned was also partially to blame for that one, being a little too loud about Peter trying to "impress a certain someone" at school. May absolutely adored you and nearly screamed when Peter finally confessed that it was you he liked.

Mr. Stark found out when Peter actually went to him, for advice in terms of how to make you notice him more and what he should change about himself to seem "cooler" and all around good enough for you. He remembered the way Mr. Stark sighed at this before placing a hand on his shoulder, simply stating, "Kid, there's nothing about you that needs to change. You're a hell of a lot better than I was at your age, and if this mystery person can't see that, then you shouldn't be bothering with them at all, got it? But if you really do wanna go big or go home, I could probably hook you up with a couple little things I've been working on down in the lab."

He wanted to ask you to the upcoming homecoming dance, he really did, but he didn't want to be rejected, and he was afraid that if you did shockingly say yes, he'd just ruin it like he did the year before. Ditching Liz was one of the worst things he had done to someone, and he'd never ever forgive himself if he had succeeded in asking you out only to perform the same action with you. Besides, around you his confidence would deflate. He'd try not to make himslef nervous and started faking his causal calmness, but on the inside his heart would hammer and his mind would spin at one hundred miles an hour. Cheeks would go pink and his voice would sometimes do the cracking thing it did, but he still tried his hardest to keep his cool.