collide || peter parker x reader

1 || home alone

"Y/n, let's face it," My best friends Cadence, Julie and I dodged our way through the crowded school hallway, ducking backpacks and open lockers as we walked. Cadence clutched her Chemistry textbook to her chest, tucking her chin above its heavy binding. "Peter is the hottest Avenger." Cady said, and Julie and I let out a laugh. We stopped at our lockers, opening them swiftly.

"Usually, I would agree, but what about Bucky?" I countered, throwing my books inside and shutting it with a snap. It was officially 3:00 on a Friday, which meant school was out for the weekend. Though I usually enjoyed school, I could not wait for two glorious days of binging television shows and sleeping as long as I'd like.

"You guys are forgetting about Steve Rogers!" Julie intervened as we stopped at her locker, which was further down than ours was. "Steve Rogers is the best. He's hot and he's respectful."

"Bucky and Steve are great, but they're, like, a hundred years old. And I'm not even exaggerating on that one!" Cadence exclaimed as we left the school building, trading the dim fluorescents for the bright sunlight of New York.

"Steve and Bucky don't look a hundred, though." Julie said, and I nodded my head sagely in agreement. "If they did, they would definitely not be in the running."

"Thor's super old, too. He's like a thousand, and you think he's hot, too, so this argument doesn't really work." I added. Cady rolled her eyes.

"Peter is literally our age! We'd have an actual shot with him."

"Yeah, we would, Cady, if he was real, but he doesn't actually exist." She frowned and Julie laughed.

"I know that, Buzzkill. I'm just saying that if he was real, we'd at least have a chance with him. We do live in Queens and we go to the Midtown equivalent!" Cady argued as we walked back to our houses.

"But Peter's barely an Avenger. Is he the hottest MCU character? Maybe. But definitely not the hottest Avenger." I looked down at my shoes as we walked, my hands twisted around the straps of my backpack.

"Once again, throwing Steve into the ring!" Julie added, and we all laughed.

"Peter is an Avenger. Remember what Tony said in Infinity War?" Cady argued.

"That was so sad. The movie, I mean. That part was kind of cute." Julie smiled, having a conversation sort of with herself as Cady and I continued to argue.

"Of course I remember what Tony said, but-"

"That means he's an Avenger." Cady said with a flourish of finality. I rolled my eyes, a small grin on my face.

"Cady's right. He definitely is." Julie agreed.

"I guess... he's not really my type, though."

"Peter Parker isn't your type? Is that even possible?" Julie exclaimed, as if it was impossible to believe.

"He is the ultimate type. He's our age, he's cute, he's smart, he's a superhero! Hello? Get me a piece of that!" Cady continued, and the three of us laughed loudly.

"At least Bucky's an adult."

"You're not an adult."

"That is... valid." I caved as we reached Cady's street.

"Alright, I'll see you guys later, okay?" She said and Julie and I nodded.

"Yeah. See you, Cady." I replied as Julie waved goodbye. We watched Cady turn down the street before walking away towards ours. 

"Do you think that Peter Quill counts? For the hottest Avenger?" Julie asked as we walked.

"Peter Qull isn't an Avenger, first of all, and you only really like him because you watched Parks and Rec." I said, and Julie laughed.

"Fine! But he is pretty cute." I frowned, looking at her.

"You can't be serious. I mean, you have seen his sideburns, right?" Julie laughed.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N." Julie twisted a hairband around her fingers. I smiled.

"Yeah, see you then, Jules!" I said, watching her continue walking straight as I took a left towards my house. I pulled out my phone, bored by the absence of my friends, yawning from a hard day of tests and schoolwork.

I scrolled through Instagram, though it wasn't engaging enough to truly get my attention. I turned down my block, not paying attention to my surroundings.

I pulled out my keys, twirling them around my finger as I reached our house. It wasn't too large for a house in Forest Hills, but it was bigger than most.

I unlocked the front door, the echo of my footsteps filling the empty house. "Hello?" I called, though I knew I wouldn't get an answer.

My parents were never home - my mom was a lawyer and my dad was a surgeon, which kept them pretty busy. I was an only child, so it wasn't like there was anyone else to talk to, and my mom was allergic to dogs, so no pets, either. I was used to being home alone, and had gotten pretty familiar with the silence that accompanied it.

I dropped my bag to the floor, making my way to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I grabbed a snack, sighing. My phone buzzed and I turned around, grabbing it from the kitchen counter.

Hey kiddo! About to go into surgery and I'm on call tonight, but Mom should be home around 11. I left some pizza money on the dining room table. Love you!!

I sent a quick message back to my dad before closing my phone. I grabbed my snack and trudged upstairs, entering my bedroom. I tried to keep it as neat as possible, which never truly went my way. It was almost always in organized chaos and the floor was barely visible through the heels of clothing.

Grabbing my computer, I flopped onto my bed, too lazy to do homework. I propped myself up with some pillows and pulled up Netflix, looking for something to watch. I yawned, starting to drift off as my favorite tv show played softly in the background. My eyes started to close as I watched, and before I knew it, I was asleep.

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"Ow!" The sound of a crash and some thumps pulled me out of my sleep as I rubbed my eyes, pulling the pillow off of my head. It was dark out, which meant I had been sleeping for a while. The more I woke up, the more panic took over my body.

Did I just say ow? I don't remember saying that.

"Oops..." I heard another thunk and my eyes shot open, filled with fear. The voice was too high to be my dad and too masculine to be my mom's, and I didn't have a brother, leaving only one option:

I was about to die.

I clutched the pillow, flipping around silently to see a shadowed figure traipsing around near my closet. I got up, taking the pillow with me, stepping on the piles of clothes, hoping the figure wouldn't turn around.

I raised the pillow, cocking it backwards, ready to hit the figure (as if a pillow would do anything) and swung down, closing my eyes. The figure whipped around, stopping the pillow from hitting them, knocking it to the ground.

I looked down at the pillow in panic and back up at the figure. "Don't hurt me!" I squealed, cringing away.

"What?" They said. "Why would I- I'm not gonna hurt you!" I opened one eye, looking at them. Their voice sounded oddly familiar, but not one I would immediately recognize. It was on the tip of my tongue...

I moved over to the light switch, flipping it on. My mouth dropped open as I took in the face of the boy in my room, who look just as horrified as I did.

"Oh my God," I whispered. "You're Peter Parker."

(A/N: Sorry this part was kind of slow! I hope the ending was worth it :) the next part will be a little faster than this one!)