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Starcrossed lovers // part 3 (Reader x Peter Parker) NWH

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Summary: Peter would do anything to get back to you. Hoping with the help of the sorcerer of his earth, he will reach his goals. Will he venture through earths? If so what would he find beyond? [ part 1 & part 2 & part 4 & part 5 ]

Aunt May knocked on Peter’s door. There wasn’t an immediate response so she was hesitant to go in anyways. – “Peter?” – she spoke knocking once more. Listening in on the door, she still had no response. Having a bit enough of it, she tried to open the door, only to be greeted by a blunt force. The door wasn’t budging as far as she wanted. Something in front of it preventing the door from opening more. – “Peter! What is blocking the door.” – she called out through the crack.

She kept pushed the door in an attempt to get the thing in front of the door to move. She gave it a hard push, hearing books drop to the ground. – “Peter!” – she repeated being able to open the door a bit more, seeing the ravage in his room. Books and papers scattered around like mad man’s house. Peter sat on his bed, lifting his head up with confused hum.

The moment he saw Aunt May trying to havoc her way through, he jumped up to assist her. He picked up some books, laying them aside on another piling stack on his desk to clear the way. – “What is the meaning of this?” – she asked too stunned to understand more.

Peter picked up some paper from the floor, holding it in his hand. He chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. – “It’s a hobby.” – he answered sheepishly. Aunt May looked around, her expression with disgust. – “More like an obsession.” – she muttered trying to make her way further into his room. She picked up a book to read the title. – “Dimension travels?” – she questioned loudly, holding the book up to Peter.

“That’s… that’s…” – Peter answered making his way over to her. He snatched the book from her, keeping it close to his chest. Her eyes fell on some drawings as she showed them to him. – “Portals? Space travels? Peter what are you on about?” – she asked desperate. Peter took the drawings from her, looking saddened down at them.

“You… you wouldn’t understand.” – he simply said. – “Then let me try? Peter you’ve been neglecting your life with this obsession.” – she lectured hating to see him like this. – “It’s not an obsession!” – Peter shouted at her, losing a bit of his temper.

It startled Aunt May. He immediately regretted losing his temper like that against her. – “I’m… I’m sorry Aunt May.” – he apologized. Aunt May sympathized coming closer to him. – “I know you are struggling after Y/n’s death…” – she said touching his cheek. – “But you have to let her go.” – she begged wanting to hug him.

Peter backed away, not wanting her pity. – “I can’t.” – he told her. – “Peter look around! You’re going down a path I cannot follow. Y/n is gone and you have to accept that.” – she slightly raised her voice to get through to him. – “Don’t say that!” – he shouted back at her, not wanting to hear it.

You were not gone. You were just on another earth, far away from him. – “Peter!” – Aunt May yelled losing her composure. – “Y/n is dead and you are just going to have to accept that! Now get dressed and get to work!” – Aunt May finally had enough. She had snapped and acted it out on Peter.

Peter moved towards her, grabbing her by the arm to push her out of his room. He shut the door hard in her face. He had never done this and felt a bit ashamed of it. It was just, she wasn’t understanding it. How could he move on from you, knowing you were alive on another earth. Now that he had tasted sweetness, he craved more.

Peter looked down at the drawing of Strange’s portal he had drawn himself ever since he came back. Strange. His eyes widened realizing something. Peter got dressed and ran out of the house. – “Peter?” – Aunt May asked as he completely ignored her and rushed out. She sighed soft, hoping she wasn’t too harsh on him and that he soon forgave her. Peter hopped onto the first subway, taking him to his destination. If your earth had a Spiderman, his earth should have a Dr. Strange as well. Right?

Only one way to find out. Peter stared out of the window as the subway rushed past. He briefly looked down at his phone, lighting his screen up with a picture of you and him. – “I’m coming for you Y/n.” – he whispered blackening the screen again. Finding Strange wasn’t easy. He had little information of the man. He searched the streets thoroughly. Looking at each face to one that would match the description of the wizard he had known on your earth.

When that was a wild goose chase, he decided to focus on the building. Something Peter, your Peter had told him. He tried searching it up with little results. Groaning frustrated, he started to wonder if he even existed here. – “Where the hell is this man!” – Peter called out, making some by-passers turn their head and stare confused at him.

Feeling a bit lost in a foreign city, Peter was ready to give up. He seated himself down on some stone steps leading to a big door. Exhaling deep he let his head fall back against the door. Closing his eyes, he didn’t want to cry. The feeling of letting you slip through his fingers again was agony. It was pure hell. Being so close, yet not close enough. The door knob turned as the door opened. Peter’s eyes widened open as he felt the space behind him disappear.

He called it out when he fell backwards. With a loud oof he hit the hard floor. Opening his eyes a bit, he was greeted by a face looking down at him. Excitement reached him as he pointed heartly up to the man. – “You’re… you’re Strange!” – he exclaimed recognizing the same features of the man from your earth. – “That is doctor to you.” – Strange answered in a deep voice.

"Now get off my doorstep kid!” – Strange called out, ushering him away. – “No wait Sir!” – Peter replied waving his hands in front of him. Strange was about to close the door on him as Peter looked further back into the mansion. Stretching his arm out, he let out a web, letting himself be dragged inside right through Strange’s legs.

Strange stared stunned at the empty spot, turning his head rapidly back. – “How did you?” – he said both stunned and annoyed. Peter jumped to his feet. – “I need to talk to you.” – Peter started, panting a bit. – “Okay bye, bye kid.” – Strange said opening a portal that would flung itself at Peter. Peter gasped jumping up as he kept his hand on the ceiling. Strange’s portal passed right under him.

Strange looked surprised up to his ceiling, seeing the boy hang on it with just one hand. – “You are one annoying kid.” – Stephen sighed out. Peter dropped down on the ground. – “Listen sir… doctor.” – he corrected himself seeing the quirked eyebrow of Strange. – “I need your help. I need you to let me travel through one of your portals.” – Peter began.

Stephan laughed loud. – “I don’t have to do anything, and certainly not for breaking in kids like you.” – he pointed at Peter. Stephen turned away to a table to set himself a cup of coffee. �� “Doctor please… I need to get to her earth.” – Peter explained with desperation.

Stephen spit out his coffee, turning a warningly eye at Peter. – “Did you just say her earth?” – he repeated to be sure, he had heard it correctly. – “Yes.” – Peter expressed approaching him. – “I need you to take me to her earth. You see I travelled through earths before… not so long ago some kid brought me to their earth.” – Peter explained further. Stephen hummed loud, scratching his jaw.

“I found out that someone from my earth is still alive there. She would’ve been here if it wasn’t for you!” – Peter accused. He swallowed nervously at the sudden stern glare from Strange. – “I mean your other you… not you doctor…” – Peter said to clarify. Stephen sat his cup down on the table.

“So you are telling me you travelled through earths and this other me… did this?” – Stephen asked so he was sure he understood. Peter nodded. Stephen hummed loud thoughtfully. – “So this other me travelled through parallel worlds?” – he asked.

“I don’t know… I guess… I did for sure.” – Peter replied. Stephen hummed again, deep in thoughts. – “Will… will you help me?” – Peter asked. Stephen grabbed Peter firm by the shoulder giving it a hard squeeze. – “First I need you to tell me everything!” – he led Peter further into the mansion. Peter swallowed nervously, suddenly not so sure of this man’s intentions, but he was his only hope to getting back to you. Peter explained his experience fully to him.

He told him about the portal. The other Spiderman, the villains, you. He told him everything. He explained his cause for him to understand better. – “So… so can you help me?” – Peter questioned nervously. Stephen stared at him. – “No…” – Strange answered getting up and turning his back to Peter. – “But you said!” – Peter called out, getting up as well.

“You said you’d help me!” – Peter tried to get Strange to stop walking away from him. – “Stop running!” – Peter shouted shooting a web at him. Strange’s hand got attached to the doorframe, stopping him from going any further. – “I need her! You… you have no idea what it’s like to lose someone!” – Peter called out angry that he was going to do nothing.

“I do!” – Strange replied harsh, looking over his shoulder to him. – “But… but earth travel…” – he wanted to turn more to Peter, but was prevented cause of the web. He cursed at the web, trying to pull it off. – “Get this thing off me!” – he yelled making Peter rush at him to help him free. – “Earth travel is a dangerous thing kid. It’s not because she died here, you can simply replace her with another copy.” – he told him.

“She’s not a copy!” – Peter made clear with a glare. Stephen moved his hands up as a way it wasn’t meant for him to get defensive. – “She won’t belong here. What do you think the people would say that knew her? Her family? Their daughter risen from the dead?” – Stephen explained trying to reason with him. – “I’ll just move to another city with her.” – he answered. – “It’s not that simple kid.” – Strange sighed out. – “Please… just let me try… I just need you to open a portal to her earth, allow me to get her and bring her here.”

“And how do you think you’ll get back? I have no glass orb that can see when you are ready to leave kid.” – Stephen said giving another stomp in Peter’s dreams. – “I…I don’t know…” – Peter sighed out letting himself fall in a seat. Stephen took a deep breath, approaching him. – “Look I get it kid, you would do anything to get her back, but it isn’t that easy. It could create some serious issues.” – Stephen went on to explain.

“You can’t save everybody, kid.” – Stephen placed a hand on Peter’s shoulder. – “I have… I have to try… I won’t forgive myself if I haven’t tried it at least.” – with desperation and sorrow, looked he up to Strange. Begging him to give him a try. To let him try it. – “Wouldn’t you try it if it was about the one you loved? Wouldn’t you give everything just to be with her again?”

“I would.” – Strange answered thinking back of Christine. The girl he let slip through his fingers because of his own mistakes. His own bitterness and rudeness had pushed her away. He took her for granted and now all was lost. Married off to someone else, that never could be him. Peter felt hopeful from Strange’s reaction. Stephen clapped loud in his hands. – “Alright kid! Let’s break through the walls of space.” – he announced.

Peter jumped back up following Strange with a new hope. It took them several days to get even close to their mission. Figuring out a good plan to get Peter in and out along with you. To find a way to travel through earths. Finally the day had come for their experiment. Peter stood ready, anxious to enter your world once more. – “Here.” – Strange said holding out a watch.

Peter accepted it questionable. – “It will allow you to open your own portal once you have her.” – he told him. – “Where did you get this?” – Peter asked. – “An ant gave it to me.” – Stephen answered with a chuckle, leaving Peter confused. Peter put on the watch over his spiderman suit.

“What earth was she on again?” – Stephen asked. – “Earth-199999.” – Peter replied, having remembered the numbers so thoughtfully. Stephen looked at the drawing Peter had made of the very place he entered your earth first. – “Let’s hope this works kid… if not… it was nice knowing you.” – he commented casually making Peter gulp. –“Thank… thank you Doctor.” – Peter said holding his hand out.

“Please…” – Stephen answered grabbing his hand to shake. – “Call me Stephen.” – Peter smiled feeling as if he had made an alley, perhaps even a friend. All those days spend with him using his wits on science and Strange’s wits on sorcery brought them closer. – “Ready?” – Stephen asked. Peter put his mask on. – “Ready.” – he breathed out.

Stephen moved his hands across, circling a portal open. Tiny sparks frizzled in the centre. It made Peter nervous and anticipating the moment he’d see you again. The sparks grew bigger as Peter took a deep breath. Slowly he could see the other side as he slowly started to recognize it. He smiled underneath his mask. This was it.

The portal grew wider as it was wide enough for him to step through. With one last deep breath, he stepped forwards, traveling through earths. On the other side sat Ned at the table, eating cereal. His jaw dropped as his spoon clattered against the bowl from having fallen out of his hands. Peter took off his mask upon seeing Ned. He looked around to see if it was the room he remembered.

It was just as he remembered. – “Ned!” – Peter called out excited. Ned’s eyes widened in fear. – “You… you know my name…” – he said stuttering. – “Yes, Ned It’s me Peter Parker… I was here not so long ago… well I’m not sure just how long with all that space jumping.” – Peter replied, muttering the last bit to himself. Ned pointed at Peter and let out a loud scream of help. It startled and confused Peter.

“No, no, Ned. It’s me.” – Peter answered as Ned’s chair fell as he backed away. Ned screamed again in fear. – “Ned!” – Peter called out moving closer to him. Ned took off as Peter shot a web out to him. Ned got stuck against the wall. – “Sorry.” – Peter apologized with his hands up. – “You were panicking Ned. I can’t have you panic.” – Peter went on, nearing Ned. – “I don’t have any money.” – Ned squeaked out, struggling against the web. Peter frowned. – “I don’t want your money.”

Peter sighed feeling as he wasn’t going anywhere with him. – “Look…” – Peter said pinching his nose bridge. – “Just tell me where I can find Y/n.” – Peter asked. – “Y/n? What do you want with Y/n?” – Ned questioned suddenly less fearful. – “Are you going to use her for your evil plan?” – Ned called out. – “Evil plan? What no Ned!” – Peter answered confused. – “I am just looking for her.” – Ned turned his head. – “I won’t tell you anything villain!” – Ned shouted, confusing Peter more.

He started to realize something might be wrong, but he had no time for it. – “Just tell me where she is!” – he called out desperately grabbing a hold of Ned. Ned sobbed out the address. Peter thanked Ned, releasing him once again before going after you. He shot out a web, flying above the city between the buildings to reach his destination sooner. Excitement took over as he felt himself smile. Finally he was going to be reunited with you again. His pride and glory.

Peter dropped down on the ground, staring at you through the window. There you were. Just within reach. Sitting down in a small coffee shop surrounded by books. Taking a deep breath, he let himself in. Not caring one bit if people stared at his costume without the mask. He neared your table. You sensed someone approaching, slowly looking up. – “Hi.” – he spoke almost fragile. – “Hi.” – you responded. The person smiled saddened.

You kept smiling at him, till it felt a bit awkward. – “I’m sorry, am I taking in your spot?” – you asked. Peter’s smile dropped, shaking his head confused. – “What.. no…” – he sputtered out. He had expected you to jump in his arms. To be rejoiced at his return, yet you remained seated. Staring a bit strange at him. – “Y/n… it’s me.. Peter… Peter Parker.” – he said feeling silly to remind you of it. You tilted your head a bit with furrowed brows.

You then laughed loud. – “Funny joke. You look nothing like that nerd Peter Parker. Also what’s with the costume? It’s far from Halloween.” – you told him. Peter blinked confused back at you. – “Don’t… don’t you remember?” – he asked softly. – “Remember what?” – you questioned. – “Me?” – Peter pointed at himself with desperation. You smiled soft. – “I think I would remember meeting someone like you, but I don’t… sorry…” – you replied.

Peter turned around with a disappointed exhale. Why didn’t you remember him? Unless… - “Strange’s spell.” – Peter blurted out.

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frost-queen · 1 month

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Starcrossed lovers // part 4 (Reader x Peter Parker) NWH

Summary: There might be only one Peter can turn to in the hope to make sense of it all. Peter and Peter meet again, but this time clash. Ignoring a warning, Peter tries to make you remember him. Desperate to have you by his side once more. [ part 1 & part 2 & part 3 & part 5 ]

Peter was panting. Breathing loudly underneath his mask as he swung from building to building. His mind spiralling as this was not how he imagined meeting you again. The meeting of before flashed before his eyes, distracting him. His eyes started to get glossy visioning the glance you gave him.

Nothing in your eyes that could tell him you recognized them. They seemed dull, lost without their spark. Did he let himself get carried away, thinking you from this earth would love him as equally as you did from his earth? Had he perhaps envisioned hints that were never there. Bright lights blinded him followed by a loud long horn.

Peter snapped out of it, just in time seeing a truck head frontal at him. He shot out a web, doing a flip so he would be higher up. The web snapped as he was weightless in the air for a moment. Aiming his hand out, another web shot out. Sticking to a rooftop as he got flung towards it. His feet came in contact with the rooftop, sending him rolling.

Breathing loud, he set his elbows down, slowly lifting himself up. Getting up, he neared the edge. The sound of sirens going off in the distance. Peter took of his mask, taking a deep breath. His gaze fell on his wrist. Where a watch hung, given by Strange for him to find his way back home.

His fingers neared it, almost touching it. In that moment, he thought about leaving. Returning home with the bitterness inside of him. He felt it grow inside of him. Ever since you died on his earth, he came bitter. Sought revenge in his enemy’s. Sought out the dangers just so he had a way of raging out his grief. Peter let his head hang, lowering his hand.

He didn’t want the bitterness. It was tiring. Hollowing him out to become a shadow of what he once was. Overlooking the city, his mind immediately went to one person. Hoping they hadn’t forgotten about him. Peter launched himself off the building. Soaring the streets to reach his destination. Finding the way almost came easily to him. Just a few more blocks and he’d be there.

Peter’s hands pressed hard against the window from the impact. Panting loud as he looked inside. – “Peter?” – Peter’s eyes lighted up with relief when he saw Peter… your Peter hurry over to the window. Peter was laying on his bed, startled out of his wits by a loud thud against his window. At the sight of Peter three, he rushed over. The window slid open as Peter three crawled into his room.

“What are you…” – Peter asked when Peter three grabbed him tight by his shoulders. – “You remember me right? You know who I am!” – he asked frantically. – “Yes.” – Peter answered, shrugging his grip off. – “What are you doing here? How did you even get here?” – Peter wanted to know. Peter three had exhaled relieved. – “Y/n doesn’t remember me.” – Peter spoke desperate.

Peter, your Peter furrowed his brows. – “You went to see Y/n?” – he questioned. Peter three nodded saddened. – “Why are you here?” – Peter asked loudly. – “I…” – Peter three replied wanting to answer, but his mind went back to you. – “Why can’t she remember me?” – he begged to know. – “Strange’s spell.” – Peter answered casually before turning back to his questions.

“How did you even get here?” – Peter wanted to know. – “Strange.” – Peter three responded scratching the back of his head. – “What spell? What spell did he cast?” – Peter wanted to know. – “The one I asked him to do, but went wrong.” – Peter one answered annoyed, waving his hands across. – “What do you want with Y/n?” – he pressured on. – “Why do you have this obsession with Y/n?” – Peter pushed Peter three back.

Frustrated and angry at him. He wasn’t blind. He noticed the way he acted around you back then. Peter three lowered his head. – “Y/n… Y/n…she was my MJ.” – he explained with teary eyes. Peter’s eyes widened as it all became clear. – “I…I didn’t think I’d ever see her again. Being around her gave me hope. I was bitter, she cured that.” – Peter explained. – “So what you just think you can steal her from me?” – Peter replied rudely. – “No, no.” – Peter three said in defence.

“That is why you are here right? To take her from me?” – Peter one shouted back. – “She’s not your MJ!” – Peter three called out. The emotions running high. – “She’s my friend!” – Peter one yelled. – “Your Y/n is death so stay away from mine!” – Peter made clear. Peter three felt desperate. He wasn’t going to let everything die because his equal said no. – “You still have MJ!” – Peter three grunted out. – “No I don’t!” – Peter one replied loud.

Peter three was taken by surprise. A look of surprise on his face. Peter one sighed loud letting himself sit on his bed. – “The spell. Strange’s spell. I just wanted the people to forgot I was Spiderman. Not my friends… the spell doesn’t work that way… I lost my friends because of that spell.” – Peter said staring at his empty hands. Peter three had taken a deep breath, having calmed down. He approached Peter, coming to sit with him on the bed. – “Maybe he can reverse it?” – Peter suggested. – “No.” – your Peter responded.

“What if you tell them again?” – another suggestion from Peter three. Peter one shook his head. – “They are saver without knowing me… or the secret…” – Peter wiped his cheek with his sleeve. – “You should do the same.” – he spoke. – “I can’t…” – Peter three whispered. – “If you care for her, you let her be.” – Peter one dropped getting back up. – “I’m sorry Peter…” – he answered getting up as well. Peter neared the window. – “I can’t do that.” – with his final words he left out the window. Peter one sighing deep.

Peter was standing by your house, watching your window in the rain. His shoes filled at the bottom with water. Memories from his life with you passing by like a movie. His first encounter with you at school. The moment he held you after a break-up. The first time he told you his secret. Doing study-sessions together. Going on a first date. Your first kiss. All the memories that made him think of you.

The lights had gone down as he knew you had gone to bed. Peter kept watching your house till the morning glow. The door swung open as you rushed out. –“Bye mom!” – you shouted loud, hopping on one foot to pull the end of your shoe over your ankle. Flinging your backpack better over your shoulder, you started jogging over to the bus station. You saw the bus stop is the distance as you ran.

Hoping you’d be in time for when the bus would come. A person came in your way by the stop, having stepped forwards from behind the billboard poster on the stop. You slammed hard against them as they caught you. – “Oh sorry.” – you said out of breath, looking up. – “Hi.” – the person responded with a soft smile. Your eyes widened in surprise. – “You’re the spiderman costume boy.” – you said making him breath out a laugh.

“Yes… yes I am.” – he responded letting you go a bit. – “You must be a real fan of him to dress up like him.” – you spoke putting your backpack better over your shoulder. – “So not really Peter Parker, what’s your actual name.” – you were curious about. – “Actually my name is Peter.” – he responded. – “Oh.” – you answered sheepishly. You noticed Peter kept looking at you. Making you feel a bit shy. You tried to look at anything but him.

The way he was gazing at you, was heart stopping. In the distance you saw the bus appear. It rode to the front, stopping at the stop. The doors opened as people got off. You followed the line of people wanting to get on. You were about to set your foot on the bus when you felt a tug on your wrist. – “Can… can you skip the bus?” – Peter asked you when you looked confused over your shoulder.

“I…I have somewhere to be.” – you told him nervously. – “I promise you’ll be there on time.” – he answered. You sighed soft setting your foot back down on the pavement. – “Are you getting on?” – the bus driver asked. You shook your head as he closed the door. With a little bit of pain, you watched it drive off.

You turned around to Peter with a deep breath. – “I normally don’t just agree with strangers so quick, so this better be worth it.” – you told him. – “I’m no stranger.” – he replied making you furrow your brows. – “That doesn’t count.” – you reminded him, only seeing him once before didn’t count as not being strangers anymore. Peter took your hand as he started pulling you along with him. – “Where are we going?” – you called out tagging along, trying to catch up with him as he kept pulling you along at his pace.

Peter led you into an alleyway. – “What… what are you doing…?” – you questioned, feeling a bit frightened now. A part of you knew you shouldn’t have followed a stranger. – “This will be quicker.” – he responded as he took off his jacket. Revealing the spiderman suit underneath it. – “That’s a bit too much isn’t it.” – you commented, thinking he was exaggerating in his fanboy obsession for the spider.

Peter breathed soft approaching you. He moved his hand around your waist, making you gasp soft. – “Do you trust me Y/n?” – he asked. You blinked surprised at him. – “How did you know my name?” – you wanted to know. – “Like I said no strangers.” – he simply outed.

“So do you trust me?” – he asked again pressing you closer to his side. – “That depends…” – you responded wary. Peter smiled as he moved his hand up. – “You better hold on tight.” – he said before shooting a web. He launched himself up as you clamped onto him with a loud scream. Nearly damaging his eardrums from your scream.

Peter let go of the web, falling a bit before he shot out another web. Still holding you, he had to launch himself with just one hand. You had wrapped your legs around his waist, arms tight around his neck. Continue to scream till your lungs burned. – “You are insane!” – you called out to him as you felt like being on a rollercoaster. That feeling in your stomach before the drop bouncing up and down once in a while.

Peter chuckled when he felt you tighten your limbs around him. – “Put me down!” – you cried out, burying your face in his neck. – “Almost there Y/n.” – he told you swinging from one building to the next. You let out another scream when you were weightless in the air. Right before the web grabbed a target, making you swing in the air to go forwards.

Peter landed on the platform as your limbs felt sore from clenching so hard. With shaky legs, you let your feet down, touching vast ground. A bit angry, you push yourself off Peter. – “Are you insane!” – you shouted at him, knees buckling as you walked shakily up to the metal bars, grabbing onto them. – “Do… do you recognize this?” – Peter asked watching you closely. – “I could’ve fallen!” – you panted out, needing to catch your breath.

“I would never let you fall Y/n. Do.. do you remember anything from this place?” – he wanted to know approaching you. You groaned frustrated slapping his hand away. – “This is kidnapping!” – you outed catching the statue of liberty in the corner of your eye. – “Why are we here?” – you yelled panicking at him. – “Don’t… don’t you remember Y/n. The battle. The three of us.” – Peter pointed at himself.

“No!” – you screamed at him. – “Now take me back!” – you insisted upon. – “Please try to remember Y/n.” – Peter neared you wanting to touch you. You groaned pressing your palms against your eyes. – “I don’t know what you want from me!” – you sighed out.

“I want you to remember me.” – Peter answered saddened. – “Take me back now!” – you stomped your foot on the ground, having enough of this. – “Alright Y/n…” – Peter answered giving in. This wasn’t working, he knew that now. He moved his hand around your waist, already extending his arm as you pushed yourself off him. – “On second thought I’ll just walk.” – you told him, backing away.

Waving your hands across, you didn’t want another swing session. You kept backing up, feeling a metal bar slip underneath your foot. It made you lose your balance, sending one leg of yours up. You fell backwards, waiting for your back to hit the ground as your fall got broken off. Halfway you were hanging.

Looking surprised at Peter’s hand tightly around your wrist. Keeping you in place. You blinked confused seeing flashes of a fall. The same hand reaching out to you. Blinking again, it was gone. Peter took a hold of your elbow, pulling you upright. – “You okay?” – he asked. You could only nod breathlessly at him. – “I’ll take you back.” – he said with sadness in his eyes.

He took your hand, guiding you carefully to the metal stairs. – “Peter.” – you called out making him stop. He looked back at you with a hopeful smile. – “Will you be gentle?” – you asked. He nodded. Taking a deep breath, you let him take a hold you once more. You grabbed on tight to him, swallowing nervously. Squeezing your eyes shut, you buried your face in his neck. Supressing a scream when he swung down with you.

Peter landed slowly in an alleyway. He kept holding you till he was certain your feet had found a steady underground. – “Are you okay?” – he asked. You nodded with a soft hum. – “Your destination is right around this block.” – he informed you with a point towards the streets. You kept gazing up to Peter. Tilting your head a bit. Peter caught you staring at him, smiling faintly.

You tilted your head to the other side, thoughtfully. Narrowing your eyes just slightly. – “I’d thought you’d hide your identity better?” – you spoke as Peter snorted loud. It brought him back to the moment he first told you his secret. You were so cool about it. Not even panicking or shouting at him for lying.

You simply accepted it as if it was a common thing. – “Maybe I just know who I can trust.” – he responded teasingly. You gave him a playful shove with a puff of making fun of him. – “Alright spidey boy.” – you joked back. Peter laughed as he felt like you had returned to him a bit. You stepped towards the streets out of the alleyway when you sensed Peter following you.

You turned around, pressing your hands against his chest to put a stop to him. – “Whoah spider boy where are you going?” – you asked. – “I’m seeing you off.” – Peter responded confused. You tilted your head a bit, hinting his suit. – “Not dressed like that you are.” – you told him with a smile. Peter rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. – “Y/n!” – you heard another voice from behind you. Turning your head you saw Peter Parker stand at the alleyway.

A soft glare on his face. Peter three took in a deep breath as you still had your hands on his chest. Confused at to what Peter Parker was doing here. You let go of Peter, turning around to block his suit from his prying eyes. – “It’s not what you think. He’s a fan.” – you said chuckling. – “You told her!” – Peter Parker shouted at Peter behind you. Taking a step back from Peter, you stared confused between the two of them.

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