summary: champagne without the cham, spidey and esprit getting to know each other more whaat ikr, and face reveal check 😳
word count: 3.6k
warnings: language, fighting
a/n: lolol so summer online class / assignments can be a bitch plus i got a job now omgmgmg, sorry for taking long ily all (also im so mad the tags dont work like wtf)
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You pant heavily and lean down, placing your palms on your knees.
It's four in the fucking morning, why the fuck did he ask to run at this time? And why did I agree?
"It's only been one mile," Peter crosses his arms, not at all phased by sprinting the last mile with no stops.
"Suck my dick," you exhale, wrapping your arms over your head.
He rolls his eyes, "We have nine more to go, c'mon," he jumps up and down on his heels.
"Are you fucking crazy?" you rasp and motion towards his and your suits with your hands. "We can barely breathe in these goddamn suits!"
"That's the point, it's training! Who knows what kind of things could happen on a mission or whatever you'd want to call it. Cardio is super important," he crosses his arms.
"But I can just fly now," you grumble, jogging ahead.
He easily catches up and jogs next to you, "Yes, but you still need to keep in shape."
"Are you calling me fat?"
"N-No! Of course not," he whips his head over to you, a hint of panic in his voice.
"Relax, I'm joking Spidey."
A couple of miles later you both ended up at the park, resting after the long run. You lie out in the grass, looking up at the sky that started to become brighter, "Why can't we just train without our masks?"
"Do I really have to repeat myself every single time?" Peter leans against a tree, looking down at you.
"Do I really have to repeat myself every single time?" you mimic his tone, "I'm just saying, jesus. We've been training for months now, I think we're past acquaintances. Right? I feel like we should tell each other who we are," you say slowly.
"No."
You sit up on your elbows and glance at him, "You okay?"
"Yeah, of course. W-Why do you ask?" he looks away, almost feeling your gaze through your mask.
"Well, besides being a mind reader I can tell you've been different today. You've been acting like you had more sticks up your ass than usual, and trust me you usually have a lot," you smirk.
"I hate you," he murmurs, looking up at the sky.
"Really though, what's wrong," you ask, sitting up completely. "You know you can talk to me," you pat the grass next to you.
He sighs and walks over, sitting down next to you, "I'm fine. I swear. Even though you can't see me, I'm smiling beneath this mask."
"Gross, that's not a sight I'd want to imagine," you gag, his silence telling you he didn't like that, "Joking! Joking, seriously Spidey, you okay?"
"Yep," he nods, lying down on the grass.
You lie down near him and sigh, "Okay." You mentally begin to battle with yourself, trying to respect his privacy yet wanting to help him out with whatever he's going through. You continue to tell yourself not to read his mind but you eventually cave in.
YOU ARE READING
𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 ✔️(𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)
Fanfiction"shut up, parker." "make me." there's a new vigilante in town and spider-man doesn't like the sound of that. though finally meeting the new vigilante, they slowly change his mind. IMPORTANT. this book originally was written for mcu peter, but you ma...
