Spider-Man/Peter Parker One-Shots

(HC) Ignite

Peter snagged the toast as it popped out of the toaster and swung his backpack over his shoulder, cramming a shoe onto his foot. He muttered a curse as he realized he was putting his left shoe on his right foot.

"Hey, watch your mouth." May pointed at him with her spoon.

"I'm going to be late for school," Peter protested, finally managing to get the right shoes on the right feet and sprinting for the door.

"Why don't you take the train?" May idly spun the cereal in her bowl as she watched her nephew.

"I can swing much faster." He pulled the door open, and was almost out when May stopped him.

"It's the anniversary of Mrs. (L/N)'s death." Peter slowly turned around. "So I think you should ride the train with (Y/N), ya know, keep her company." Before he could protest, she held up a hand. "You won't miss first period." Figuring he'd want some company on a day like this, and that May would somehow find out about it if he didn't, he nodded. "Have a good day at school!"

"Bye, love you!" He heard her echo his words as he shut the door. Just as he turned toward the elevator, (Y/N) emerged from her room. She barely spared him a glance as she pushed the down button and stood emotionless in front of the elevator.

"Hey (Y/N)," Peter said. She nodded. Unsure of how to take that, he stayed quiet until the doors opened. "Hey, um, do you mind if I join you on the train to school? I'm not usually this late and I figured you'd know which one to take." She nodded again. "Great, cool." This was going to be difficult. (Y/N) wasn't the biggest on showing her emotions, let alone any emotion at all. It was probably why she had no friends and Peter didn't know anything about her.

He followed her to the train station and took the same train as her. She didn't check to make sure he was following, nor paid him any mind when he had to push past her to cram into the tiny space on the train. If he didn't know any better, he'd think her mood had something to do with the anniversary of her mom's death. She felt particularly devoid of emotion, like she was doing her best to make sure no one knew how sad she really was.

"I'm real sorry about your mom," Peter said. Her gaze snapped to him, and he wanted to take a step back but there was someone in the way. "I know what it's like, so if you need to talk to someone, I'm here." He doubted she'd take him up on that offer, and it seemed she agreed. She let a breath out of her nose almost like a snort.

"I'm good." He nodded and looked down at his phone, hoping the doors would open soon so he could escape this uncomfortable situation.

But, after what felt like forever, he decided to break the silence. "You have a really good poker face." She acknowledged his words but did nothing else. "May said I should keep you company today since it's, well, ya know, but I think you're fine."

"Your aunt?" Surprised at her sudden interest, he nodded slowly.

"Um, yeah. She's a lot better at remembering that stuff than I am."

"She's a good person." She nodded in approval.

"Well I'll tell her you said that." He stared at her, still baffled at the interaction, when the doors slid open. She walked off without a word and he forced himself to forget that weird conversation and focus on making it to class on time.

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Peter was seeing how long he could hang upside-down from a web when he heard a siren in the distance. He immediately swung after it, excited something was finally happening. As fun as Spider-Man-ing was, a lack of crime meant boredom (as good as bad not happening was).

The sirens belonged to a group of firetrucks and an ambulance. He swung behind them as they led him right to the burning building. His heart stopped as he realized it was his apartment.