Requested. Who: Peter Parker Prompt : “It seemed like a good idea yesterday.”
“You’re an idiot.” [Y/N] huffed out.
Peter reached for his mask, tearing it off his head, he frowned. “I am not.”
[Y/N] rolled her head and dramatically gave him an irritated look. It had only been a few months of knowing that her best friend was Spider-Man and after she got past the initial shock, she started to help Peter learn the new gadgets and gizmos the new spider suit had to offer. Arching a brow, she motioned towards their situation. “Really?”
Groaning, he crossed his arms over his chest, which caused him to bounce slightly from all the webbing that was currently surrounding them. Peter scoffed, “It seemed like a good idea yesterday.”
Closing her eyes, she shook her head. “And how exactly did you think messing around with the coding of Tony Stark’s invention would be a good idea?” Opening her eyes, she arched a brow. “Please enlighten me. Because I’m having trouble comprehending why and how that was going to be a good idea.”
“Well, I didn’t think it would blow up….” Peter trailed as he looked around him. They were strung up about ten feet off the ground with one of his webbing gadget sitting on the concrete floor. He had spent the last fifteen minutes rewiring the suit despite the warnings [Y/N] had gave him.
"What did you think would happen?!” [Y/N] grilled, her eyes were narrowed as she gave him a look that could kill. She loved Peter with every inch of her soul but sometimes she swore he didn’t have a lick of common sense underneath that genius brain of his. And sometimes, she even dreamed of a life where Peter wasn’t causing chaos. “That unicorns and rainbows would be sprouting out of your wrists?”
Peter grinned, “That’d be so awesome. A nice element of surprise.”
“Oh my god….”
“I’m kidding,” Peter joked. “It was kind of stupid to think I could mess around with the suit,” he started to yank the webbing off his arms and legs. “But, how can I feel safe if I don’t know it’s limits?” Crawling gracefully towards her, he frowned. “How can I keep anyone, even you, safe if I don’t know how far I can use it.”
[Y/N] scoffed, rolling her eyes, “Oh, god, Peter. Please don’t give me that sappy hero talk about wanting the world to be a safer place for me.” Struggling to remove the web from herself, she whimpered out. “I…can…take care…of….myself.”
Peter smirked, “Yeah, uh, I can see that. You’re doing great.”
Giving up, she narrowed her eyes and motioned towards it all. “Just get me out of this thing, will you?”
“Oh, yeah, sure, sure. No problem. I just, you know, didn’t want to assume you needed my help or anything.” He grinned at her expression. “Cause you know that would be the last thing I wanted to do.”
“Okay, alright.” Peter laughed as he yanked her out of the web. Pulling her close to his chest, he smirked again. “Would you like some assistance or are you just going to jump and break some bones?”
[Y/N] looked up at Peter and quirked a brow, “I prefer to have all my bones in tact but if I have to jump then I will.”
Peter scoffed. “You wouldn’t.”
“Oh yeah?” [Y/N] countered.
Panic started to set in his bones as he felt [Y/N] pull away from him. “[Y/N],” Peter warned. “What are you doing?” Struggling to get a better grip on her, he yelled out when she pushed off of him and started to fall. “[Y/N]!” Using the one webbing gadget that was still attached to him, he shot out a web and gave a sigh of relief as he caught her just in time.
Jumping down from the height, he narrowed his eyes at his best friend. “You’re fucking insane.” He growled.
[Y/N] gave him a cheeky grin, “I mean…..you said I wouldn’t and,” she poked him on the nose, “I did.”
Grabbing her by the waist, he yanked her completely down to the ground. “What would you have done if I didn’t save you?”
Shrugging her shoulders, “I dunno, I probably would have died and there’s not much I could have done at that point.”
Peter shook his head as she started to leave the warehouse, “You’re such a dick.”
Laughing, [Y/N] turned around, “Actually, that was you. I only retaliated.” Walking backwards, she motioned towards the door, “Come on, Spiderboy. Change out of that hideous spandex onesie and let’s go grab some pizza.”
“It’s Spider-Man and it’s not a onesie.” Peter called out as he walked towards his backpack.
“Whatever, Parker. You keep telling yourself that to sleep at night.” She hollered back.