Peter Parker x Reader
Request- Hi! Can you do a Spiderman x reader fic where the reader and Spiderman are best friends, but the reader is also Spiderman’s rival? And then they both find out about it? Thank you so much!!! I love your blog :D
Warnings- language but what else is new
A/n- anon didn’t specify what kind of power they wanted the reader to have, so i just gave them telepathy and teleportation, hope thats ok! Hope you enjoy!
You sat at the edge of the building, looking down at the city below. The cool wind blew, causing a shiver to run up your back as you focused all your energy into listening. You could hear the thoughts of every person in the city, just for a fleeting moment, barely registering in your mind before they were gone and the next one came. Nothing so far had caught your attention, until you suddenly heard the frantic thoughts of a woman who sounded like she was getting mugged. You were there in an instant.
Before you, there indeed was a woman being robbed, along with two men, one collecting her things and the other pointing a gun at her.
“Hey!” You shouted, but there was another voice mixed in there shouting at the same time, and looking over your shoulder to the roof above you, you saw none other than Spiderman.
“Hell no.” You muttered, before teleporthing across the street to the woman. You grabbed the man who was holding the gun and spun him around to punch him, only for your raised fist to get yanked back, bringing you along with it. You spun around from the force and nearly fell to the ground. Letting out a growl of irritation, you pulled off the string of sticky webbing stuck to your hand.
“You asshole! I was here first!” You shouted at the man in the red suit as you punched the other man who now had one of his hands webbed to the wall, but was thrusting at you with his knife. The woman had taken her things and fled the scene, and the man with the gun had managed to escape when you had been distracted.
“I don’t think so. Now just teleport away and let the professionals handle this.” He retorted as he dodged a kick from you while dodging the knife from the man.
“You always do this, and I know you do it just to make me mad.” you grunted, finally managing to knock the knife out of his hand you tried to keep him still so Spiderman could web him to the wall, when he shook you off and hit you straight in the jaw.
“Now that’s no way to treat a lady,” Spiderman said webbing his hand and both feet to the wall, “But lucky for you, it’s just her.”
You glared at him, wiping the blood from your mouth as you stood up, “I would have been fine if you hadn’t distracted me.” You growled. You didn’t have to read his mind to know that he thought you were weak, in fact, you never read his mind. Regardless of your less than friendly feelings towards each other, you respected his privacy. You also didn’t really care who he was, though when you had first met him, you had thought his voice was kinda familiar… But, you and Spiderman had never gotten along. Not since the first moment he had webbed you up thinking you where the bad guy, and thus let the real bad guy escape.
“Sure, that’s your problem.” He said sarcastically.
Clenching your jaw, you narrowed your eyes at him from behind your mask, “You are such a dick. I pity the people that have to spend more than five minutes with you.” You spat, turning to leave when suddenly you felt his webbing on your arm and you were being yanked to his side, nearly falling over from the force. Letting you a yelp, your mind registered the gun shot that had just rang out, and you saw the bullet had just grazed your arm. You were almost shot in the chest.
You looked up at the masked man before you, neither of you saying a word, before you clenched your jaw and teleported away.
You woke up the next morning to someone knocking at your door. Your head was pounding and your arm hurt from where the bullet had hit last night, so you answered just to get the noise to stop, “What?”
“Peter’s here. Should I have him wait downstairs?” Your mom called.
“Ugh, no, just send him up.” You yelled back, rolling onto your stomach to hide your face in the pillow. In your moms thoughts, you could hear here thinking about how your room better not be dirty, and you better be dressed. Luckily, both those things were true.
A minute later, there was another knock before Peter let himself in, “Hey sleepy head. You know its nearly noon?”
You smiled sleepily at the boy before you, also know as Peter Parker, also known as you best friend. You two had been friends since the start of high school, when you both happen to be late to the same class and were pared up as partners for the whole year.
“Ya, I know. I’m tired I was up super late last night.”
“Tell me about it, me too.” He said, sitting on the end of your bed, “But now it’s time to get up cause there’s this new game out that I want and we are gonna go buy it.”
“You say it like I don’t enjoy video game shopping with you.” You laughed, sitting up.
He laughed at your bed head and left you to get dressed. In your closet hidden under a pile of various crap, was your suit and mask. Luckily it was black, so you couldn’t see the blood on the arm, but you were not looking forward to having to sew it up tonight. The wound on your arm, while not too deep, still hurt. You couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened last night. Your relationship with Spiderman was complicated to say the least. You two hated each other, yet he had still saved you. That of course got you thinking, if the roles were reversed, would you save him?
“(Y/n) hurry up!” Peter shouted from downstairs.
Shaking the thoughts of your night job out of your mind, you got ready and met Peter downstairs.
“Took you long enough,” he chuckled and the two of you stepped outside and began the walk to the mall, “So what kept you up all night?” He asked.
“You know, the usual, clubbing, bar hopping, meeting up with random guys.” you stopped at a cross walk and pressed the button.
“Wow, and all I did was homework.”
Hooking you arm through his as to not get separated in the downtown crowd, you two laughed. Letting out a small sigh, you leaned into your best friend, smiling. You loved what you did at night, and felt a great deal of pride in helping out those who were in danger, but nothing could compare to the little moments like these with your best friend.
“Mom! Where did you put my sewing kit?” You shouted, looking through the drawers of your bathroom.
“Why?” She yelled back.
“Cause I need it!”
“Mom I swear I’m going to lose it if you don’t-” You suddenly froze, the sound of the tv catching your attention.
“Tension is high this evening as an unknown robber is holding a group of bystanders hostage in a bank. It had been reported that he is armed with multiple weapons including some type of bomb.”
Grabbing your suit and mask, you pulled it on, “Mom! I’m going out!” Then you were gone.
Reappearing behind the bank, you listened in. You could hear terrified thoughts of the hostages and the rushed, almost panicked rambling of a guy who was clearly the robber.
You soundlessly entered the bank. The hostages were huddled in a group while the robber filled bags with money from the vault, his back towards you.
Quickly you began to teleport the hostages out of the building, it was easier than you expected as the robber was not paying attention. You were down to the last two when you heard the voice of the guy you wanted to see least at this moment, alerting the robber of your presence
“Wow, you must be really oblivious to loose a whole group of people without even noticing.”
You stood up from your crouched position, “What the fuck dude!”
Before the robber could even aim his gun, it was pulled out of his hand with webbing.
Rolling your eyes and not bothering to stick around to hear his stupid comment, you took the last two and let them go on the street. You turned, ready to go home and continue your hunt for the sewing kit, when you heard one last thought in your mind.
Well, if I’m gonna go down, I might as well take the Spiderman with me.
You could see the images being played out in his mind, and without hesitation, you reappeared in the bank, grabbed Spiderman by his waist before teleporting out. You barely made it into the street before the building blew up, throwing you both to the ground.
You were stunned, lying face first on the concrete. Your head pounded and your whole body ached. Coughing and groaning, you rolled onto your back. The whole street was filled with smoke, and you could see the bank was up in flames.
To your left was Spiderman, also lying still on his back, but you could see his chest rising and falling.
“Hey,” you huffed, “Are you conscious?”
“Ya, just a little internal bleeding, that’s all.”
Despite the circumstances, you smiled as he turned to look at you.
But when his masked eyes met yours, you could see him tense up.
You instinctively looked behind you, expecting to see someone there, but there was no one. When you turned back to him, he was sitting up.
“(Y/n)…?” He breathed out.
You gasped, reaching up to find the somehow during the explosion, your mask had fallen off and it lay on the floor a few feet from you, “Oh my god I- wait…you know me?”
Slowly, he reached up and pulled off his own mask.
“Peter…” you stared at each other, through the smoke, sirens in the background. You couldn’t believe it, your best friend, the guy you told everything, they guy you loved, was the same guy you couldn’t stand? Where did this leave you two?
After a moment, you stood up and he followed, leaning on each other for support.
His hand found yours, and in that moment you both knew that everything would be ok between you two. That nothing would change, and if anything you would come out of this stronger.
“Lets go home.” you mumbled before the two vigilantes disappeared.
So i have a lot of peter parker request but i aint even mad i love him so much ugghhh
anyways thanks for reading