❝ Uhm... You wanna join in the shower? ❞

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(Y/N) (L/N)

I LEAD PETER TO MY APARTMENT AND HOPEFULLY HAPPY WON'T BE THERE to see Peter again.

"So, why did you move to Queens again?" Peter questioned as we went up the staircase of the building with dripping wet frames.

"For transportations and my father's job," I answered simply trying to not be in-depth with my revelation since it would raise suspicion.

"Oh, so you live with your dad."

'More like prisoned by my Dad.'

"Yep. He works in Shield too." I explained.

Finally we arrived in front of my door. I knocked once, no answer. I knocked again, no answer. I rapidly tapped on the door but still, no answer. I twisted the knob and to my dismay, it was locked.

"Shit." I cursed with heavy breathing.

"What's the problem?"

"Door's locked."

Peter literally had the widest grin on his lips when I said that. "Guess we'll be heading in my place."

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"I can't believe you guys really went into the rain... Here you go dear—Peter should have called me. I got worried sick when I found you guys gone in the grocery store!" Aunt May handed me a warm chocolate drink as she was preparing herself to scold the boy.

"D-Don't get mad at Peter, Aunt May. I insisted he go back home despite the weather."

"Well, at least you guys got back home before it got stronger..." She took a breath of relief as she glances outside the window. "That boy has really been around places, the other day he lost his backpack again! Can you believe that?!"

'Probably that time when he carried me.'

"I have some disposable underwear for you and some clothes that I prepared for you in Peter's room okay?" Aunt May comforted me as I nodded to her while shaking uncontrollably.

"Can I go now?"

"Yes of course!—But I think, Peter... Is—still there..? Oh, well." I wasn't able to hear the last part of what she just said since I rushed to go there myself.

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I wrapped the dried towel around once more securely as I jogged towards their bathroom.

To my ignorance, of me having the perks of having to leave alone in a luxurious apartment that had automatic lights everywhere I opened the door almost immediately I got my hands on the knob.

I looked up to my level of view and had my eyes laid upon something I shouldn't see.

Peter jumped a bit when I arrived by surprise. He was half-naked with a towel carelessly wrapped around his waist as he was drying up his hair with a bath cloth.

My eyes slowly traveled from his foot to the confused face he held then back down again to his perfectly carved stomachs.

Peter noticed me checking me out and decided to break the silence with a terrible joke. "Uhm... You wanna join in the shower?" He giggles awkwardly.

"Nope—ACK!" As I twisted my heel, being the idiot that I am, I hit my forehead on the door.

"Y-You okay, Ms. (Y/N)?"

"Yes! J-Just stay back!" I've seen enough hentai to know where this was going.

Finally, I got out not needing to bleach my eyes out. I mean I don't mind seeing—No! You don't want to see it.

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It's weird changing clothes inside a guy's room. Aunt May was sweet enough to provide me some of her clothes and moisturizer's for my after bath care.

I insisted on having a baggy t-shirt and some stretchy sports shorts since I wanted to be comfortable.

"Hey, Ms. (Y/N)? Are you done changing?" Peter knocks. "Y-Yeah, just a second."

As I opened the door, Peter stands at the foot of the entrance.

"Hey, um... You could stay here while Aunt May prepares our meal." He inserts himself in while I made my way to his bed to take a sit.

I wish my room was this cozy. My bedroom is so spacious that I could probably have a whole playground inside if I wanted to.

My groceries were left near the exit of the house since we're letting it dry up. I used their home phone to leave Happy a message. Happy and I used codes when we talked so he probably got that I was in Parker's home.

"Here," Peter suddenly hands me a loosed sweater. "You seem cold." He stated.

"T-Thanks." I received it gladly.

'Smells just like him.'

Tell me why I had to sniff it in front of him.

He looked at me with a skittish smile while I quickly dropped it down to my laps as soon as he caught me.

"What? Wanted to make sure that you didn't pick this up from the trash or something."

"Yeah, right. Suuuure..." Peter teased as he got up to sit next to me.

"You know I'm still freaky about the fact that you're an agent, Ms. (Y/N)."

'And it would be freakier if I said I was Tony's daughter.'

"Will you drop the 'Ms.' it's making me feel like I'm old." I grimaced. "And you're literally Spider-Boy." I added.

"Well, I mean you are an agent, you're kinda in a high position for a teenager... Like the principal of teenagers you know? You're like the leader." He explained. He has such an interesting choice of words.

"You can literally call me just '(Y/N)'," I stated as I put on the sweater that he just gave me.

"Looks good on you." He complimented me after he got distracted with how my hair flew out of its collar.

Why is it when someone compliments me, I don't know what to say. Like what am I supposed to say? Happy birthday? Merry Christmas?

Peter's eyes were slowly shifting back and forth from my eyes and to my lips. I felt my whole body become tense and my sight darting away to all angles of my surroundings.

"U-Uhm... Peter?" I called out but he just continued to inch closer to me with a pleading look.

My heart was beating in sync with his and my mind was slowly becoming blank.

I wasn't moving and just froze on my spot while he's trying to shorten the distance between us. His intense gaze continued to focus on mine while his hands found their way onto my elbow, slowly creeping their way up to my shoulders.

His fingers soon then rested on the side of my neck trapping some strands of my hair in between as he gently pulled me closer to his pale face.

Just when it seems like he was going to close the approximate space of one another, Peter clasped his hands together on a piece of my hair near my cheek as if trying to catch something.

"Gotcha!" He cheered as he brings his sealed hands near to his view.

'The fuck?'

"W-What the hell was that?!" I questioned as I got flustered by misreading the whole situation.

Peter looks up with the brightest smile plastered on his face like nothing just happened. He was unbothered, I couldn't even tell if what he did was on purpose. "Huh? Oh, sorry! There was a ladybug on your hair."

'A ladybug?!'

"How did it get here..? Must be from my Cilantro plant near the window—"

I felt discouraged and disappointed for some reason. I hate myself for throwing out myself like that! I was literally off my guard.

"Hurry make a wish before it flies away!" With the comment, I could tell that it was unintentional. Just how clueless can he be with everything around him?!

"I wish to kill you." I said as I flicked Peter's forehead and stood up.

The bug flew off.

"Ow! Why would you do that?" Peter whined as his palm went to aid his stinged forehead.

"I hate you," I muttered leaving the room as I head my way out with heavy footsteps, unsettled with what just happened.

'Did I seriously thought he was gonna kiss me?!'

And to add that, why did I have the urge to kiss him back if he ever did? This is what happens when you're a hopeless romantic that has nothing fun to do but read books and fall in love with fictional characters.

And I thought he was the one falling for me. I'm such a joke.

Man, I need to keep my head together. Peter is just some guy who will pass just right after I'm finished with this 'protecting Spider-Man' scheme. When everything's done, he's gone and I'll be gone.

I'm just here because Happy went to the Stark Tower, there's nobody in my apartment, and because they invited me for dinner. Nothing more, nothing less.

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"So, uhm... (Y/N) how come your name changed?" Aunt May suddenly asked while I was in the middle of chewing the dumplings in my mouth.

I almost spat out what was inside my head as I started to cough.

"O-Oh! Um... She had an identity crisis and decided to change her name!" Peter defended.

'What kind of reason was that, Parker?!'

"Oh, well, that's reasonable."

"At least your dad allowed you to change names huh?" She brought up as I wiped my lips with a table cloth with my anxiety level lowering down.

"Y-Yeah... It's always just been me and my dad."

"Oh, single dad?"

"Yep."

"I see."

"You know, Peter here actually told me a lot of things about you."

This time, Peter was the one who almost spat out his food. He started coughing while I handed him a glass of water as I continued to listen to May's stories.

"I heard him talking to Ned how much he wanted to play—ugh—What's that called again? Minegraph—No—Minecraft! Yes, that's it, he wanted to play Minecra—"

"Yeah, I-I think that's enough information May," Peter said still having the same squeaky tone.

All of us ended up laughing.

Peter then started casually talking about our relationship and convinced Aunt May that we were just friends now.

I guess he doesn't feel anything for me anymore.

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Fun Fact: Peter has a strong sense of smell. It drives him crazy when it comes to (Y/N)'s scent.

A/N: IDK i didn't wanna let the readers see him fully naked lmaO sorryyy. my goal is to make readers cry but idk how to do that. if you vote I'll update in the speed of lighting lmaoo

QOTD: What scene in any of MCU movies plays on your mind all the time?

that one haha lol 😐