That Voice (Peter Parker x Reader)
Summary: You’re best friends with Peter Parker and you can feel yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with him, without his knowledge. What happens when you get rescued by Spider-Man and you happen to recognize his voice?
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: Slight swearing
Disclaimer: gif by softtroublemaker
You mindlessly picked at the crust of your sandwich during lunch. You weren’t hungry, and you were mostly trying to ignore the gushing that was happening in front of you.
Your two best friends, Ned and Peter, were watching Liz Allan across the cafeteria with literal heart eyes. Usually you didn’t care, but lately you started to feel different around Peter…
Your chest would tighten and you would lose your breath in your throat and your heart would just try to beat right out of your chest. You found yourself admiring every small detail about him from the way his nose crinkled when he laughed to the enthusiasm in his eyes when he would talk about science and robotics.
Every time you looked at him you felt dizzy as if he was sucking the oxygen right out of your lungs. And when he smiled, that damn smile, it made you weak in the knees. You didn’t know how long it had been happening, but you found yourself falling deeper and deeper into the love-sick world that revolved around Peter Parker.
And he liked Liz.
Just the thought made your heart sink into the pit of your stomach, thus leading to your loss of appetite.
“(Y/N)? You alright?” Peter asked before taking a bite of his own sandwich.
You nodded with a weak smile.
Peter always met you at your locker after school to walk you home. You lived in the apartment complex a few blocks before his own so you always took the same train from school. Today, however, you were both going back to his house to work on a chemistry project.
Except when you shut your locker door and looked for Peter around the corner, you couldn’t find him anywhere.
“I swear, if he blows me off for that stupid Stark inter-”
“(Y/N)!” you saw Peter rushing over to you. He smiled from down the hallway, and just the sight made your heart leap out of your body.
You clutched your books to your chest and waited for him by the doors. He was breathing heavily from running over to you, but the look in his eyes instantly made you frown.
“You’re not coming with me, are you?” you asked sadly.
Peter’s shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry. Mr. Stark-”
“I know,” you sighed. “It’s okay.”
Peter pursed his lips, and he looked at you with those damn puppy dog eyes, and you felt like you were melting despite the hurt in your heart. It made it difficult to be mad at him.
“I can start the project,” you offered. “Just come by after the internship, okay?”
“I feel terrible,” Peter sighed.
Sirens went off in the distance, and Peter looked out at the street in alarm as if a sudden switch had gone off in his head. He began to back away from you, looking from you to the street in a panic.
“I’ll see you later! I promise!”
You sighed and watched him run around the corner, disappearing into the crowd of students leaving the school for the day. You turned on your heel and headed home.
But Peter never showed up that night. You waited, and you got most of the project done out of boredom. But as you looked out the window, the sky got darker, and the city lights illuminated the sky, blocking out the stars.
You texted him and called him, and stared at your phone waiting for some sort of response, but it never came. You even texted Ned and asked if he had heard from Peter. He hadn’t.
You considered calling Peter’s aunt May because your nerves were just getting the best of you, but your parents ordered you to get some rest. You wanted to fight them, arguing that Peter could be hurt, but they were having none of it.
That night you fell asleep with your phone by your head, hoping for some sort of message from Peter.
“Parker!” you spat as you approached Peter and Ned at their lockers the next morning. You hadn’t slept well at all, as you had nightmares of Peter never coming home all night. You were exhausted and you had bags under your eyes and seeing Peter alive and well at school made your blood boil.
Peter turned, and looked horrified at the angry expression that was painted on your face. You glared at Ned as a silent order for him to leave, and he quickly grabbed his things before scrambling away.
“Hey (Y/N)…” Peter said nervously while scratching the back of his neck. “I’m so sorry, I know I messed up, but-”
“I can’t believe you,” you snarled. “I was worried sick!”
Peter blinked and stared at you with wide eyes. “You were worried?”
“Yes! You idiot! I waited up for you and when you never answered my texts I started to assume the worst! I almost went over to your house but my parents wouldn’t let me. I can’t believe you- wait…why are you smiling?”
Peter was staring at you with a small smile dancing on his lips. There was a twinkle in his eye that made the anger melt away in seconds. You blinked in confusion, and cocked your head to the side.
“What is it?” you asked, your tone much softer and gentler now.
“Nothing,” Peter shook his head and looked down at the ground. “I just didn’t think you of all people would worry about me.”
You were taken aback by this. “Are you kidding me? You’re my best friend, Pete. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Peter looked up and smiled at you once again. This time, you returned it.
Peter promised that he would walk you home because he felt so bad for missing out on your chemistry project. He said he would make it up to you, but you didn’t think he would become so attached to you. He began walking you home everyday for the next week.
He rarely left your side. You’d be lying if you didn’t say he made you blush with almost every comment and remark that he made, and you wished you weren’t so transparent, but damn you were falling for this boy and you couldn’t stop yourself.
By the time school let out, it was pouring rain and you groaned as you looked outside. You didn’t bring an umbrella with you to school or a sweatshirt as it had been a cloudless morning. You should have checked the forecast.
“Here,” Peter said, placing his sweatshirt over your shoulders before you stepped outside.
“Peter, no,” you shook your head, trying to give it back, but Peter was relentless and he refused to take it back until you put it on your shoulders.
“You’ll freeze,” you pointed out.
Peter shrugged. “I’ll survive.”
Your heart fluttered as you looked at him. You wanted to thank him more, but you didn’t know how so instead you walked close to him as you two rushed through the rain towards the train station.
However, both of your apartment complexes were a few blocks away from the station, and it was quite a walk. You rushed through the streets, laughing like children as the water splashed your feet and legs. You ran ahead of Peter and turned around, breathing heavily with a smile on your face. The water was pelting down, and Peter’s sweatshirt was soaked. At least your hair was dry, but Peter’s was sticking to his forehead and he had to push it out of the way to see you.
You giggled when he approached you.
“Are you cold?” he asked, over the loud water.
You shook your head. “Are you?”
“I’m sorry!” you cried.
Peter laughed and shook his head before pulling you into a tight embrace. You hadn’t been expecting it, and your heart leaped into your throat as you hugged him back. Each of you were soaked to the bone as the rain fell around you, but you had never felt warmer in his arms.
When you reached your apartment, you went to unzip the jacket, but Peter stopped you with his hand.
“Keep it,” he said with a small smile.
He shook his head. “I have plenty of sweatshirts.”
You didn’t know what came over you, but you felt a surge of confidence, and you leaned forward and kissed Peter on the cheek. Instantly, his cheeks flared up with a bright blush and you smiled as you turned to walk up the stairs to your floor.
“I’ll see you later,” you said with a small wave.
Peter was standing in the lobby of your apartment complex with a red face and wide eyes, but he managed a wave back with a goofy smile planted on his lips.
The next day at school he didn’t even bat an eye at Liz.
Once again you waited for Peter by your locker, but he never showed up, only saddening you and causing your heart to sink. After last night, you felt like your heart was beating louder and faster all day. You had texted Peter and talked to him as you normally did, but he was acting different around you.
Oh, how the tables have turned.
His cheeks would flare up every time you talked to him, and when you bumped shoulders in the hallway you felt like sparks had run up your shoulders. You had hoped to talk to him more about it on your walk home, but instead you got a text from him that read:
Hey, I’m so sorry but I have to catch up with my internship. I’ll see you tomorrow xx
You sighed and began your lonely walk home. You had been walking with Peter every day for so long that you had to be lying if you hadn’t been accustomed to it. You missed walking by him with your arms brushing and his jokes to keep you entertained.
However, as you began to walk home from the train station you felt an unusual chill run down your spine. Something wasn’t right.
You glanced over your shoulder and saw a tall man dressed from head to toe in black with a hood over his head. He was walking briskly, as if he was trying to keep in pace with you. Your breathing became uneven as you struggled to think of a way to get away from him.
Quickly, you pulled out your phone and called Peter. It went to voicemail immediately so you whispered into the phone, hoping the man wouldn’t hear.
“Peter, I need you now. There’s a creepy guy following me and I’m scared. Please help,” you whispered-cried into the phone.
You sent him a few texts as well, but the man was getting closer to you so you began to pick up your pace. However, as soon as you started walking faster so did the man. Your heart was beating so fast that you felt light-headed, but you forced yourself to stay focused. You couldn’t let him know you were afraid.
You began to run, seeing it as your only option. You were a pretty solid runner, and you felt as though you could get away from the man. You began to outrun him, losing him a few feet behind. But as soon as you thought you were in the clear, you were tackled to the ground and dragged into the nearby alleyway.
“Let me go!” you screamed, trying to kick at the man, aiming for his balls. He held you down by your wrists and pulled out a knife.
“Scream again and I’ll kill you,” he growled.
“You don’t scare me,” you spat before spitting in his face.
“You bitch!” he cried before raising his knife. You closed your eyes, waiting for the impact when suddenly webbing covered the knife, and pulled it out of the man’s hands.
“Hey buddy I think you’re lost! The douche-bag convention is the next block over!”
You looked up in alarm at none other than Spider-Man clinging to the wall of the closest building. He held the webbed knife in his hands, before sticking it to the wall in a new webbing. He shot out two webs from his wrists, pulling back the man’s hands and lifting him into the air. He shot him over to the wall of the building, and the man groaned in pain as his back cracked against the bricks. He fell to the ground, unconscious.
Spider-Man jumped down from the wall and rushed over to you. He held out his hands and helped you to your feet.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asked frantically.
You felt a little shaken, but other than that you were fine.
“I’m okay,” you said while rubbing your wrists. Spider-Man took one of them in his own hands and ran his fingers over it.
“Are you sure? I can bring you to a hospital. Or-”
You knew that voice.
How could you not know the voice of your best friend and probably the love of your life?
Spider-Man stopped talking and looked at you.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Peter,” you whispered. “Is that you?”