Warnings: Language, panic attack
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Word count: 3.1k
A/N: Guys!!!! This is the last part of Skyline. Like, for real this time. I’m so sad to see it end, but I’m also so happy that it’s had such success, and I can’t thank you guys enough for that. You are all so so wonderful, and you have all my love. As usual, I want to give a shout out to Zoe and Jen for reading my drafts and helping me edit and brainstorm, as well as encouraging me to write. As for all of you, I hope you’ll forgive me for all the angst that I’ve hit you guys with (remember when Skyline was self-indulgent fluff lmao), and I really hope this makes up for it a bit. In other news, tonight is the Spidereyhes Sleepover!!!!!!!! All the info on the sleepover can be found here, as well as info about the livestream, which will start at 7pm PST. I’ll post the link on here!! Zoe, Jen, and I will be discussing all kinds of things, answering questions, and talking about Skyline, so be sure to drop by!!! Also, if you have any questions about Skyline or anything else that you want answered, send it in!!!! It’s not too late yall. Again, thank you so much, and I hope you’ve enjoyed Skyline as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it.
Sitting up in your bed, you stared at the window, not sure of how to react to seeing Spider-Man’s masked face through the glass. Throwing back your covers, you quietly walked over to the window, grabbing a hoodie that Peter had lent you as you passed your desk. Sliding the glass panel up, you climbed out onto the metal fire escape, slipping on and zipping up Peter’s hoodie to protect you from the cold.
The superhero stood where he had first stood, the night he saved your life and blew up Vizzini’s all those months ago. And there, to his right, were the flower pots that he had tripped over the first time he came back for you. Those stairs were where you would sit and draw while he watched your fingers fly across the page, amazed at the pictures you created. Behind him was the railing that you would lean against as you looked at the Queens skyline together. This fire escape was your entire relationship condensed, the one location where you were allowed to be with each other. If you used your imagination, you could almost see every single night playing out in front of your eyes. Spider-Man, with a bendy straw underneath his mask. Spider-Man, attempting to draw you in the moonlight. Spider-Man, his hand on your waist and the other in your hair. Spider-Man.