(Peter Parker x Reader): You’re The Spider-man?
Summary: Reader discovers that Peter is Spider-man (May let her into his room because they’re going to make the death star replica)
A/N: This is mostly just platonic tbh, I kind of like it better that way (apologies for any spelling and grammar mistakes)
“Peter’s up in his room.” Peter’s Aunt May told you when she opened the door, “You can just go on in, just keep the door open.”
“Alright, thanks.” You say as you head over to Peter’s room, carrying the lego model Death Star the two of you had been working on. You knock on the door, “Peter? Are you decent?” You ask somewhat jokingly. When you don’t get any response you knock again, just a bit louder, “Peter?” You call out, “I’m just going to come in, okay? Because this thing is really heavy.” You announce before carefully balancing the Death Star on your leg to free up a hand to open the door to realize that Peter isn’t even inside.
You sigh, realizing he must have forgotten you had plans and flop down on his bed, placing the replica gently on on the bed next to you so that nothing happens to it figuring you’d just wait until Peter got home.
Suddenly you heard the scraping sound of the window opening and you whipped around to see it slowly open before a person climbed through the top and onto the ceiling and it took you a second before you realized it was The Spider-man. As Spider-man clung to the ceiling he whipped off his mask and threw it down into the hamper in the closet and you realized that it was Peter. You watched dumbfounded as he climbed across the room and shot a web at the door and pulled it so that it closed gently before hopping off the ceiling onto the floor silently and pushing the door all the way closed.
You stared as he slowly backed away from the door and turned around only to turn around and stare at you completely freeze.
“You’re the spiderman” You breathe out, “From youtube.”
“I’m not,” He says quickly with a sharp shake of his head as he presses the emblem on his chest and the rest of his suit falls off of him. You try not to stare as he whips it off and stands in front of you only in his boxers.
“You were on the ceiling!” You hiss at him.
“No I wasn’t! (Y/N), what are you doing in my room?” He ask as he frantically looks around the floor of his room to find some clothes before he grabs a sweater off of his floor and starts pulling it over his head.
“Aunt May let me in, you said we were going to finish The Death Star.” You reply, “Wait, she doesn’t know you’re spider-man, does she?” You ask.
“Nobody knows! I mean- Mr. Stark knows because he made me the suit but that’s it.” Peter replies in a frantic whisper as he starts shoving the pieces of his suit in the back of his closet
“Tony Stark made you that?” You ask excitedly, before realizing something else, “Are you an Avenger?”
“Yeah, basically.” He replies with a shrug.
“Dude…” You mutter, shaking your head, this is by far the coolest thing you’ve ever heard.
“You can’t tell anyone about this, you gotta keep it a secret.”
“A secret, why?” You ask. You get not telling a whole bunch of people because obviously you don’t want people trying to hunt Peter down, but you think he probably should have at least told some of his closest friends.
“You know what she’s like!” He replies, pointing at the door, “If she finds out people try and kill me every single night she won’t let me do this anymore.”
“Okay, okay, okay, okay,” You reply, holding your hands up in mock surrender.
“(Y/N)? Peter? I thought I said to keep the door open.” Aunt May calls from out in the hallway.
“Pants!” You hiss at Peter before walking over to the door and opening it up slightly, “Sorry May, it must have closed on accident.” You say quickly, trying to come up with a decent lie.
“Alright, just making sure. Have fun.” She replies as she glances inside of the room quickly before walking back down the hall.
You turn around to see Peter stand behind you, now wearing pants and looking incredibly nervous.
“I can’t believe you’ve been keeping this secret.” You mutter, “Even Ned doesn’t know?”
“No!” He hisses, “Do you really think someone like Ned could keep a secret like this?”
“I guess not, but it just seems weird to not tell anyone about something this massive, I mean, we talk about how cool spider-man all the time and now I know we’ve just been talking about you dressed up in a onesie.”
“Well, that hurts a little bit.” Peter mumbled before turning back to his bed and seeing the nearly completed lego death star sitting on top of it, “So…should we get to work?” He asks with a sheepish grin.
“Sure thing, Spidey.”