Tree Lighting - Peter Parker
25 Days of Fics Day 12!
A day late! But who’s surprised
Peter was tapping his pen on the table, waiting for you to respond. You grabbed his hand, making him stop.
“Have you made up your mind yet?”
“Since you asked me two minutes ago? No. It’s going to be really, really busy.”
“But we’ll have a really, really great view,” he said, scooting closer to you on the cafeteria table. “Come on.”
“Fine,” you said with a sigh. He smiled and laughed before leaning in to kiss your cheek.
“Great. So I’ll see you tonight?”
“Yes. Now go to class before your late.” You grabbed onto his sleeve, pulling him down to kiss your lips.
“I love you,” he said under his breath.
“You too. Now go!” He smiled and took off for the hallway. Your best friend was sitting on the other end of the table, looking like she could vomit. “What?”
“You guys are gross. But cute. What’s happening tonight?”
“We’re going to the tree lighting.”
“Good luck with that. That thing is going to be packed.”
“Peter thinks he can get us a good view,” you said with a smirk. You were one of the only ones who knew that Peter was the Spiderman.
“Good luck with that,” she responded.
That night, after donning your thickest winter coat, a pair of gloves, a hat, and a scarf, you left your house. You began walking down the street towards Peter’s apartment. About halfway there, you felt something sticky on your waist and were suddenly pulled into an alleyway.
“Peter!” you said when you finally saw him. “What the hell? Someone could have seen you!”
“But they didn’t,” he said, grabbing your hand to help you up. He kissed you when he wrapped his arm around your waist. “Let’s go.” You nodded. He kept a firm grip on your waist as he shot his arm up into the air. The webbing that came out from his hand attached onto the rooftop, and suddenly you were sliding up towards the top. Peter helped you sit on the rooftop, giving you time to climb up.
“This is a pretty lame view,” you said, looking out on the city. You could see the tree in Rockefeller Center, but just the teeny, tiny tip of it. Peter laughed, coming up behind you and kissing your cheek. He wrapped his arm around your waist before flying off again.
This time, you weren’t prepared, and had to wrap your arms around his neck to keep yourself balanced. He swung over to another roof, running onto the landing. You took a minute to catch your breath before flying off again. Over and over, Peter swung through out New York City, landing on different buildings.
Soon, you were finally on a rooftop near enough to Rockefeller Center. Peter stopped and loosened his grip from your waist. He sat down on the edge of the building, and so did you.
“Pretty great view, right,” he said, knocking his shoulder against yours.
“The best.” He smiled as you leaned onto his shoulder. The group around the tree was already huge, and there was still an hour until the lighting began. The scarf around Peter’s neck was warm and soft, compared to the bitter cold wind of the night. For a while, the two of you just sat in silence, staying snuggled up. However, as the time went on, it got colder and colder. When you shivered for the fourth time, Peter laughed.
“What?” you asked, looking up at him. He shook his head.
“Nothing. Hold on one second. I’ll warm you up.” He moved his arm from your shoulder, making you instantly colder. He stood up and slung a web out across the street.
“Where are you goin-” You didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence before Peter flew off of the building. You sighed, watching him go as long as you could. Once he was out of sight, though, you didn’t have anything to keep you occupied. You kept your arms tight around you, and eventually music started playing from the stage in front of the tree. Peter still wasn’t back yet, and you were starting to worry that he would miss the lighting. However, just as you were thinking about calling him or looking for him, he climbed up the side of the wall.
“There you are.”
“You look worried,” he said, still not coming up completely.
“Maybe I was. I’m a little more worried about the fact that you’re just chilling on the side of the building. Come up here.” He laughed, and before climbing up, he procured two hot coffees. Your eyes lit up as you reached for one. “I love you,” you said, leaning over to kiss him.
“I love you, too. Did I miss anything?”
“No, it’s just about to start.” He nodded and wrapped his arm back around your shoulder. You rested against his chest, taking a sip of your coffee. The hot liquid immediately warmed you and you smiled.
A few minutes later, people began talking down on the platform. You were so high up that you couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying, just some mumbling. Some celebrity you had never heard of was performing a song and you looked over at Peter. He smiled and kissed you, pulling you in close by your scarf.
Peter kissed you deeply, holding you close. The warmth of the his lips were the only things that were keeping you from freezing at the moment. You ran your fingers through his curly locks and when you opened your eyes, the tree was already lit up.
“Oh shit,” Peter said, wiping his mouth a little. “We missed the lighting.” You laughed and shook your head.
“We just missed the build up. The stupid celebrities and the people chanting. I like our countdown more.” He smiled and leaned in, kissing you again.
“Me too.” You rested your head against his shoulder, looking at the newly lit up tree. The colors were so bright, even from here.
“Thank you,” you said, looking back at him.
“You’re welcome. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas,” you said with a smile before looking back at the tree again.