Request: Can you do prompt #35 & #45 with Peter Parker? Thanks! 

A light mixture of mint and cinnamon filled your nose as you shifted awake. Strong arms were wrapped around your waist loosely, holding you close to his chest. Peter's warmth radiated to you, keeping you perfectly comfortable. The TV in front of you was on the Netflix home screen; the only thing being heard around the living room were Peter's soft snores in your ear. You turned to face him, placing a chaste kiss to his nose. His face scrunched and one of his eyes peaked open just to catch a glimpse of you.

"Hmm?" He hummed.

"We fell asleep again." You giggle.

"So?" The corner of Peter's mouth twitches into a smile, his eyes staying closed while his arms pull you closer.

"I'm gonna have to leave soon." You pout.

"No." Peter says simply.

"I leave tomorrow." You whine.

"Nope." Peter says, his eyes fluttering open to see the pout across your face. "Nope."

"School." You say softly.

"I know." Peter's smile falls as he sighs. "Run away with me." He states.

"What?" You chortle.

"Yeah," Peter releases his arms and motions for the two of you to sit up. "We'll, uh, we'll go somewhere away from the city and just be together so you won't have to go and it'll just be us, ya know? And we'll be together. No distance. Run away with me." Peter shrugs, a nearly teasing smile now threatening to break across his face.

"Are you telling me," You adjust to sit on your knees to lean over Peter. "The Spider-Man would give up his duties to run away with me?" Sarcasm drips from your mouth.

"I-I didn't say that." Peter bites his lip, trying to suppress a guilty smile.

"That's what I thought." You stick your tongue out in response.

The air falls silent as Peter's eyes fall to your jeans, his fingers tracing soft patterns on your bent knee. You were off to college the next day and it was out of state. A six-hour drive. You've spent nearly every day at least seeing each other in person for a few minutes over the past year and a half. Now what? You were to go to a school you'd always hoped to get into and Peter was staying in New York.

You didn't fault him. He has big responsibilities but it was more than that. He'd never leave May. It's just her. Peter wouldn't do that to her and you respected him for it as he respected you wanting to live your dreams. It was bittersweet, really. You both supporting each other in the next phase of life knowing it'd hurt.

"Hey," You whisper, pulling Peter's attention back to your face. "Do you not think we'll make it?" Your brows furrow, concern in every line of your face. Peter's an optimist but you had to question how much faith he really had. The look he had wasn't convincing.

"I-I, I want to." He stammers.

"Oh, come on, Pete!" You poke his cheek. "Don't you believe in soulmates?"

Peter shakes his head but a chuckle leaves his lips. "Maybe."

"Well, I do." You say confidently, holding your head high. "And you're mine so twelve hours, eight hundred miles or not, you're stuck with me." A smirk comes to your face and Peter has to return it.

Peter leans forward and captures your lips with his before whispering, "I love you."

"I know." You say back, breaking the kiss.

"Don't Han Solo me." Peter tilts his head back with a laugh. You were going to miss that laugh.

"I love you, too."