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Summer Breeze| Peter Parker

By: myfeetkeepdancing

The sun set high above Queens. The warmth of its rays shining down onto your face. You shift in your seat of the bus, Peter's backpack on your lap. Making sure to catch as much sunlight as you possibly can. Just observing people from your seat was relaxing. Simply watch and observe. See as the world goes by. Once in a while, you glance up, peaking past the vast lengthy skyscrapers. Hoping to catch a glimpse of Spider-Man swinging in-between. The thought of him only stretched your smile further.

The summer was as good as ever. Long sunny days. College was almost at an end. So you got to spend nearly every day with Peter. Your lovely boyfriend. The kindest person you would ever meet. Someone who'd bring up the best in you. The bus zoomed past several stops before coming to your halt. Stepping out onto the street, you feel the summer breeze welcome you. The smell of salty water and flowers in full bloom. A little music coming from the balcony above you.

It’s such a beautiful place. Down at the docks, with that small stretch of boulevard, littered with small shops and terraces. Ice-cream trucks on every corner.

You continue to walk further up the road. By now, you know the location like the back of your hand. The alleyway. You double-check your surroundings before treading further. Putting Peter's backpack at the usual spot. Hiding it from sight. To top it off, you put on a small post-it note. One on the zipper, revealing your location. The other on his clothing. A little love letter. Peter lived for them. Small notes of encouragement. The cutest of it all, he collected each and every one of them. Neatly collected in a notebook, pictures of you adorned. It couldn’t get more wholesome.

You make your way back to the boulevard. Texting Peter that his backpack is in place. Finding a good spot to sit wasn’t difficult. The half concrete wall down the docks was perfect. It ran for several meters, separating the terraces of the walkway from the boulevard. Your legs dangling free as you take place. Looking over the water and the small strip of sand. The soothing sound of the waves washing ashore. Before you sat down, you made sure to pick up a drink for the two of you. The anticipation of Peter on his way made your stomach flutter of excitement. Waiting there, not a care in the world.

You feel arms reach around your chest. Strong arms. Closing tightly. His face pressed against your neck. It didn’t make you jump. His lips connecting with the skin of your neck. Peter loved to cuddle. Hours on end. Listening to music, or just chatting. No matter the time. Cuddles where Peter’s thing.

You can’t help but chuckle as you try to pry him free from you. Helping him climb up the half wall. His face lightens up the moment your eyes meet. Leaning in towards each other. Your lips meet in the softest possible way. But not without bumping into each other’s noses. Sharing a silly giggle. “I got you this.” Passing him his drink, still ice-cold to the touch.

“You’re the best.” He beams, taking the straw between his lips. Taking in the sweet drink. “I loved your little note.” Pressing a kiss on your cheek with his cold lips from the drink. Making you jump a little. “Thank you.”

His legs swayed back and forth, slow and relaxed. While you both sat there, overlooking the sea. Watching the tide roll away. And the sun slowly sinking to the horizon. "How was your day?" Putting an arm around him. Pulling him closer against you. Peter giving in, letting his head rest on your shoulder. Making himself comfortable.

"It was tough (Y/N)."  Letting out a long sigh. "Really tough." Peter was someone who kept a lot to himself. The responsibilities he felt pressing down on his shoulders. Not only as Spider-Man but also as an Avenger. The need to prove himself. And things that happened because of him. He struggled to put it to words. Making it difficult for him to open up. It took time. Trust and confidence. But eventually, he opened up. Beneath those layers of Spider-Man and Avenger's worries, there was a sweet, caring, and, most of all, loving personality. With a heart too great for this world.