Prophet || Peter Parker x Reader

10 || Talk Too Much

You know I talk too much

Honey, come put your lips on mine and shut me up

We could blame it all on human nature.

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"That's it? That's your best story?" I ask, a grin on my face. Spiderman and I spar in a different abandoned warehouse than the last (we both saw the article in the newspaper about someone seeing us at our last sparring spot and got a little paranoid) and I listen to the recounts of his adventures.

"Despite what you may think, Prophet, I don't have that many incredible and crazy adventures." He laughs, getting ready to spar again. I frown. "I did get a churro once, though."

"A churro?"

"Yeah, those little fried things."

"No, I know what they are," I say, dodging a punch. "I just wasn't sure if I heard you right."

"Why wouldn't you?" He asks, out of breath as he attempts to punch me again.

"Someone just... gave you a churro? Just because they wanted to thank you?" This time, I throw the punch, hitting him square on the jaw.

"Yeah." He responds, out of breath. We're quiet for a minute as we fight.

"I've never had a churro," I say as Spiderman kicks me in the side.

"How?" He exclaims, stumbling backwards as I kick him back.

"I don't know! I just never have," I reply as as stop.

"You have to try one someday." He says, and I nod with a smile. He laughs. "Do you mind if we take a quick break?"

"Is the Web Head tired?" I tease, and he laughs.

"A little, yeah. I stayed up all night stud- doing stuff." He says quickly, sitting down on a crate. I sit on one, too.

"What stuff were you doing?" I ask curiously, a smile still curled on my face.

"I... was watching Star Wars."

"I love Star Wars!" I exclaim.

"Really? Which movie is your favorite?" He asks, and I can hear the excitement in his voice.

"Empire Strikes Back," I answer. "All three of the originals are amazing, but there's something about Luke on an ice planet that just hits different," I joke, and he laughs.

"Hey, you know that thing that they do with the tying up the legs with those robot things?" He asks.

"The AT-STs?" I ask, and he nods.

"Yeah, those! I did something like that once," He tells me.

"Well, when I asked you to tell me about your craziest Spiderman stories, why didn't you lead with that?" I ask, and he laughs again.

"Well, I don't know!" He exclaims. "Anyways, it was the first thing that Mr. Stark ever recruited me to do. We had to go to Germany, and it was this whole crazy thing with Captain America and his friend who had a metal arm and this other thing called the Sokovia Accords and then there was all this stuff happening and then Ant Man grew to like, the size of a building, and we took him down using my webs and wrapping it around his legs. It was awesome." He says all too quickly, and I blink, trying to follow along.