Imagine: Peter using cheesy pick-up lines on you.
My hair sweeps up quickly with a burst of wind. "Kiss me if I'm wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?"
"Peter!" His face is right next to mine for a second before disappearing again.
Later I was eating an apple under a tree and another wind knocks it out of my hand. "Did the sun come out or did you just smile at me?"
"Peter, it's snowing." Peter thinks for a second and opens his mouth just to close it and run again.
Sitting next to the open window I have my favorite book about half way through. "Do you have a pencil? Cause I want to erase your past and write our future."
"Peter, my book." Looking out I saw it fell right onto the pavement. By time I look to my other side Peter was gone again.
Reclined on the couch I wait for Peter to appear. "I'm not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together." I roll over and pin him to the ground.
"You have one more, Maximoff."
"You must be a broom, 'cause you just swept me off my feet."
Smiling I lean down and kiss him. "Nice one."
"Weren't they all?"
"Sure think, Speedy." I kiss him again. "Happy Anniversary, Peter."
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Marvel One-Shots/Imagines
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