Spider-Man/Peter Parker One-Shots

(HC) {AU} The Blip

AU: you have a tattoo on your wrist that relates to your soulmate (i.e. dance shoes if they like to dance)

Your finger traced the spider tattoo on your wrist as you stared at the boy next to you. Peter felt your stare and looked up, face turning red when you smiled and waved. "Why are you staring?" he mumbled, trying to focus on the movie.

"You're cute." The blush got worse. "Am I not allowed to look at my soulmate?" He turned to you quickly.

"No, that's not what I-"

"I'm kidding!" you laughed, setting a hand on his thigh. He glanced between your hand and face, an embarrassed look on his face. "Why are you so tense?" You tilted your head as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I just, I don't know. I've never done this dating thing before, I feel like I'm gonna mess up."

"Hey, it's my first time too." You smirked. "Sorry, that sounded bad, but you know what I mean."

"But you're so good at it, and I'm...awkward."

"It's part of your charm." You patted his leg. "So, we're soulmates, right?" Sometimes people mistook their soulmate for someone else due to the ambiguity of the tattoo, which is why experts say you should spend a couple months with them to see if you click. It's been several months since you found himーit was like you knew as soon as your eyes landed on him that he was the oneーso you were 100% sure it was him, but you didn't know if he felt the same.

"Yeah!" He grinned. "But I'm not sure how someone as pretty as you got paired with me."

"Aww, you're sweet." You kissed his cheek. "So does that mean I get to know what my tattoo means?" You held up the wrist with the spider. The question had been bugging you since you knew what soulmates were. A spider? Would he have a pet spider, or maybe he was an insect-ologist? Your confusion was no less diminished when you met him, and the first time you asked about it he wasn't confident enough to tell you. 'Let's just wait a couple months when I'm sure' was what he said, and now that he was sure you wanted answers.

"You should tell me what mine means." He held up his arm, a tattoo of a heart on his wrist. You knew he was stalling but humored him regardless.

"I think it's meant to be my heart. My mama always said I had a big heart and whoever my lucky soulmate was would get all of it." You laid your head in his lap and grinned up at him. "Do you think she's right?"

"I think so." He smiled back, but there was a hint of doubt in his eyes. Your grin faded.

"You're not going to tell me, are you?" He didn't answer. "You don't trust me."

"It's not that!" You sat up and scooted away from him on the couch. He reached towards you, suddenly desperate. "I'm worried you're going to get hurt!"

"How can knowing hurt me? Is that just an excuse?" You gave him a sidelong glance. "At this point I'm just hurt that you still don't trust me." You could feel his panic from the other side of the couch.

"I do! I do trust you. I just don't think now's the right time." You could see the guilt, the pain in his gaze as he desperately tried to convince you, and while you still felt betrayed, you couldn't help but give in.

"It's fine."

"I promise I'll tell you when the time is right!" But when would that be? Two days? Five years?

You sighed. "I just hope you're telling the truth." Silence fell upon the room except the TV, which was still playing the movie you completely forgot about. The tension was still there and so were the emotions swirling inside you. You wanted to believe him, but when had knowing what a tattoo meant ever hurt anyone? And if he actually trusted you wouldn't he have told you? Did that mean he didn't fully trust you? It was all so confusing and it hurt your head.

You slid across the couch so you were leaning against him, and after glancing at you, Peter slowly put his arm around you. You rested your head on his shoulder and felt him sigh in relief. You could trust him, you knew you could, or maybe you convinced yourself of that because your heart couldn't bear being broken by the one person supposed to be your other half.

The next day your class took a field trip. Peter was sat beside you, his back against the window, as you shared earbuds and listened to music. Ned was seated in front of you, talking about some new Lego set he wanted to build. You never understood the appeal but pretended to listen to what he was babbling about anyway.

Suddenly Peter perked up and faced the window. He took the earbud out of his ear and handed it to you as he got Ned's attention. He whispered something to the Lego nerd as you rose an eyebrow.

"Holy shit we're gonna die!" Ned shouted, getting everyone's attention pointed at the thing out the window. You got a glimpse of a circular ring in the sky before Peter tried to get past you. You grabbed his hand.

"Where are you going?" you asked.

"I need to-" He tried to pull away but you held him tighter. He looked into your hard gaze and sighed, relenting, and opened his backpack. You gasped. The spider on your wrist suddenly made perfect sense.

"Go." You released his hand. He turned away. You snatched his shirt and pulled him back into a kiss. "You better come back to me." He smiled.

"I will." He opened the window and put his mask on. Right before he jumped out the window he looked back at you. Your smile was slipping, replaced by worry, but the trust that had disappeared that night was restored. "I love you!" he called, then he was gone.

"Love you too," you whispered, but you were the only one who heard.

While everyone speculated what the giant ring floating in the sky was the rest of the trip, you couldn't help worrying about Peter. Was he going to swing by once it was over and pretend nothing happened? You weren't sure if the teachers would know immediately but when you got back on the buses they were sure to do role call and notice he wasn't there.

Ned, who you found learned Peter's secret before you (you were going to have question your boyfriend about that later, especially since he said he never told anyone else), reassured you it was going to be fine. Peter did this more often than you'd think. You weren't sure if you believed him but you were grateful he tried.

However, by the time you got back on the bus, Peter still wasn't back. Instead of calling out names the teachers simply asked if your seat buddy was there, to which everyone said yesーwhich meant you didn't have to pretend to be Peter for role call. You sat by Ned on the way back to learn more about him, because despite dating his friend so long, you didn't hang out with him much.

Suddenly you felt a pain in your chest and you looked down at your wrist. The spider tattoo was...turning to dust! It was disappearing! "Ned! Ned look!" He did and his jaw dropped. "What does that mean?" You'd never heard of that before, a tattoo just vanishing like it never existed at all. Did something happen to Peter? Was he no longer your soulmate?

"That's so weird." He checked his own tattoo to see it still on his wrist. Then he started falling apart in front of you. He appeared to turn to dust just like your tattoo and you watched in horror, unable to do anything as his remains flew out the open window.

The world turned to chaos around you as many of your classmates followed in his footsteps. Cars crashed into each other, the driver disappearing and passengers left to suffer the consequences. Sirens wailed, people screamed, you couldn't think; the outside noise and confusion blocked you from hearing your own thoughts. What was going on? What happened to your tattoo? What happened to Ned? And the others? Did your tattoo disappearing mean Peter disappeared? So many questions ran through your head with no answers to any of them.

What the hell was going on?