Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: Spider-Man: Homecoming spoilers, fire, near death situations (??)
Summary: Part 2 of “Accidental Flirting”, uploaded by popular demand.
A/N: Wooo, here y’all go!! A huge thank you to the very sweet anon who helped me come up with this idea. You rock, anon. Love ya. Also, I’m pretty proud of this. :-) Enjoy!!
Needless to say, after that encounter, things weren’t the same between you and Peter. At school, during the classes you two shared, you began talking more and more. He also started visiting you at your locker in the mornings.
To everyone else, including both your friends and Peter’s, it was obvious that you had both had huge feelings for each other. It was kind of like a waiting game at that point, everyone anticipating when one of you would finally get the guts to make a move and ask the other out.
It had been a particularly slow night at the bodega. You worked the counter, though during the times when there weren’t any customers in the store, you occupied yourself by studying for Chemistry with your textbook behind the register. Flipping through the pages aimlessly, you could feel a headache coming on from all the reading you’d been doing.
It was getting pretty late, actually, but you had promised your father earlier that you would close up for him. He was busy doing inventory in the back, and he’d given you strict instructions not to bother him until he was finished. The hands on the clock on the wall across from you ticked by at what seemed like an agonizingly slow pace. You couldn’t wait to just go home and get into bed. It had been a long day at school and you were beyond exhausted.
Sighing, you returned to the thick textbook of formulas and information, of which half of it you barely could understand. You engrossed yourself in the reading yet again, holding your chin up with the palm of your hand.
You almost felt your eyes slowly droop closed before suddenly a loud searing noise could be heard from across the street. Eyes wide, you jumped up from the wooden stool.
Maybe it was just your tired eyes playing tricks on you. It had to be, because, if not, then you were witnessing Spider-Man live in action fighting off a group of men wearing… Avengers masks? Spider-Man? What the hell?
Oh my god, oh my god, what the-? You blinked a few times in pure shock. The blue-and-red clad superhero was suddenly trapped in the orbit of some huge gun emitting a weird purple ray. This couldn’t be real. Pacing behind the counter, your eyes never left the scene unfolding across the street. What were you supposed to do? Call the police? Run? Stay put?
You weren’t able to even think about any other possible decisions before the smell of smoke and burning metal hit. It was like your whole body shut down. The whole room around you was engulfed in flames. You couldn’t move. You tried. You couldn’t. It felt like your brain just stopped working, suddenly you were unable to send signals to your limbs to get the hell out of there.
“Dad!” You choked out, tears rolling down your cheeks. “Dad!”
A gust of wind came in through the now completely shattered glass wall to your left. Before you could speak, before you could cry, before your brain could fully process what was going on, you felt yourself being scooped up into someone’s arms. Opening your previously squeezed shut eyes, you gasped as you looked up and saw the familiar suit of none other than Spider-Man himself.
He looked down at you for a split second before tightly squeezing you in his arms. “I’ve got you, you’re okay.”
His voice sounded awfully familiar to you, but honestly, you were too bewildered to think about that. Spider-Man carried you out of the store, you instinctively clinging to his chest. By now the whole front was completely ablaze. The masked hero carefully put you down, though you still held onto him, utterly terrified.
“Stay here, (Y/N). I’ll be right back.” He blurted, in the heat of the moment not even realizing that he’d just called you by your first name. Your puffy eyes widened, confusion and shock still pulsing through you.
You stood upright, legs unable to move again because of how sudden everything had just happened. Watching in silence as the hero slung himself back into the smoky shop. He came back out in under a minute, your father’s cat in his arms and his right hand on your dad’s shoulder.
At the sight of your dad, his work clothes covered in ash, you felt the blood start coursing through your veins at a fast pace. You mustered up all of your energy and strength, running over to him and collapsing into his arms. He hugged you back tightly.
Silently sobbing into your father’s shoulder, you stood embracing him for what felt like hours before you heard someone clear their throat behind you.
Wait. Spider-Man knew your name. You instantaneously remembered the previous encounter between you, turning around abruptly and slowly willing your legs to move over towards him. As you got closer, you took in his oddly familiar stature and the way his tight suit fit over his arms.
No, it couldn’t be.
It wasn’t possible.
Your brain was probably just pulsating with dopamine.
“Spider-Man?” You breathed, now standing bordering on the too-close boundary in front of him. Your nails dug into the palms of your hands, nerves, awe, shock, and confusion wracking your mind all at once. He tilted his head to the side at your words. “How do you know my name?”
Sensing that he had tensed up at your blunt question, you stepped even closer to him, placing your hands on his toned upper arms. It felt like time had stopped in that moment. Suddenly you couldn’t smell the burning metal all around you, or remember that you’d just basically cheated your own death. All your attention was on the masked boy in front of you.
He just saved your life. Holding your breath, you waited for him to answer you.
He didn’t say anything, but instead, reached one hand to the back of his head and slowly pulled his mask off. Your eyes saw the curly tufts of brown hair first, and recognition immediately swept over you like a tidal wave.
The rest of his mask was now off, revealing Peter’s full face. Peter. Peter Parker. The boy who just weeks ago you’d made flustered out of his mind just by a simple sentence. The boy you’d been talking to non-stop at school ever since. The doe eyed, wavy haired boy who was slowly taking up all of your thoughts one by one.
Adrenaline pulsed through you at a thousand miles per hour, your hands still placed on his biceps. To say you were in complete disbelief was a huge understatement, but you were also immediately filled with an all too familiar feeling of adoration.
It was him. He was the one risking his life on the daily, just to help save innocent people from harm. And he had just saved you.
Placing your cold hands on either side of his neck, you let your astonishment take over as you brought your lips to his, kissing him urgently and standing on your tiptoes. Peter stumbled towards you in surprise, his hands flying down to encircle your waist and pull you closer. He kissed you back with just as much power as you kissed him. A million sparks flew and ignited between you.
Your eyes were squeezed tight, and through the kiss, you could feel salty tears start to trickle down your burning cheeks.
Time had truly stopped.
It was only when you finally pulled away, eyes wide as saucers and blushing like a bride when it felt like time resumed around you. You stared into Peter’s eyes, which looked just as shocked as yours. He moved one hand from your waist, carefully lifting it up to gently wipe the tears that continued to drip down your face. You felt your face surge with energy where his gloved hand lay.
Peter grinned widely at you, and you shook your head in a dazed smile back at him. Grabbing hold of his arms yet again, you tugged him into the most secure hug you’d ever given. You buried your face into his chest.
He looked down at you, opening his mouth to speak before he was cut off by a loud sigh coming from behind the two of you. “Oh dios mío.”