A Leap of Faith
The days following Peter’s rooftop conversation with Felicia had been some of the hardest he’d faced in a long time. Every moment, he found himself torn between the life he knew—his responsibilities as Spider-Man, his connection to the Avengers, and the sense of order he had fought so hard to maintain—and the life he could have with Felicia, full of unpredictability, excitement, and, most importantly, her.
But one thing had become clear: staying away from her didn’t make things any easier. It only made him feel emptier.
So, after a week of sleepless nights and endless swinging through the city to clear his head, Peter made a decision. A part of him had been afraid to take that leap with Felicia, afraid of what might happen if he let her in. But wasn’t that what being Spider-Man was all about? Taking risks, trusting your instincts, and sometimes—just sometimes—letting yourself be happy.
It was a Saturday evening when Peter decided to find her. He swung through the streets of New York with a determination he hadn’t felt in days, his new suit glinting under the city lights. The plan was simple: talk to her, tell her how he felt, and let the rest fall into place.
He found her on a familiar rooftop, one they had spent many nights on together, sharing laughs, flirting, and sometimes just sitting in silence, watching the city below. Felicia stood there now, leaning against the edge, her silhouette bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. She hadn’t seen him yet.
Peter took a deep breath, pulling off his mask as he landed quietly beside her. She glanced over at him, her expression unreadable for a moment before her lips curled into a soft, almost surprised smile.
“Parker,” she said, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”
Peter smiled, his heart pounding in his chest. “Yeah, well, I’ve been thinking. A lot.”
Felicia raised an eyebrow, stepping closer to him. “About?”
Peter took another breath, steadying himself. “About us. About how I walked away because I was scared, because I thought I couldn’t balance you and my responsibilities. But the truth is…” He paused, his eyes meeting hers. “The truth is, I miss you. I miss us. And I don’t want to be afraid anymore.”
Felicia’s smile faltered slightly, replaced by something softer, more vulnerable. “Peter, are you sure? I know this isn’t easy for you. I don’t want you to feel like you have to—”
“I don’t feel like I have to do anything,” Peter interrupted gently. “I want to. I don’t know what’s going to happen, and I don’t know if it’ll always be easy, but I’m willing to figure it out. Together. If you’ll have me.”
Felicia blinked, her usual confidence wavering as she looked at him, her guard slipping. For a moment, Peter wondered if she would say no, if she’d tell him that they were too different, that it wouldn’t work.
But then, she smiled—a real, genuine smile—and stepped forward, closing the distance between them. “Parker, you’re such a dork,” she whispered, her eyes soft. “But you’re my dork.”
Peter laughed, the tension leaving his body as he pulled her into a gentle hug. “So, what do you say? Want to give this a shot?”
Felicia pulled back just enough to look up at him, her silver hair catching the light as she smirked. “Yeah, I think we can make it work.”
Without another word, Felicia leaned up and kissed him, soft and lingering, her lips warm against his. Peter’s heart soared, the weight that had been sitting on his chest for weeks finally lifting. This was right. This was where he was supposed to be.
When they finally pulled apart, Felicia grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Just don’t expect me to go easy on you, Spider.”
Peter chuckled, feeling lighter than he had in a long time. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The next few weeks flew by in a whirlwind of patrols, schoolwork, and stolen moments with Felicia. Their relationship wasn’t perfect—far from it. There were still arguments, still moments of doubt, but for the first time, Peter felt like he was finding a balance between his responsibilities as Spider-Man and his need for happiness as Peter Parker.
One afternoon, Peter sat in the Avengers Tower common room, his feet propped up on the coffee table as he flipped through a textbook. Morgan was sitting beside him, colouring quietly, while Tony and Pepper were chatting in the background. It was peaceful, domestic, the kind of normalcy Peter hadn’t thought he could have.
But he wasn’t alone in this anymore. Felicia had become a part of that normalcy, too. She’d drop by after school, sometimes helping him study, other times teasing him about how he couldn’t seem to finish his homework without her.
“You’re distracted,” Felicia said one evening, glancing over at Peter’s half-finished assignment. “Thinking about me again?”
Peter grinned, not even bothering to deny it. “Maybe.”
She laughed, rolling her eyes. “You’re hopeless.”
But Peter didn’t mind. He was happy. For the first time in a long time, he had found a way to be both Spider-Man and Peter Parker, and he had found someone who accepted him for both.
One evening, Peter found himself back on the rooftop where everything had started, standing beside Felicia as they watched the city below. The sky was painted in soft hues of pink and orange as the sun set, casting a golden glow over the skyline.
“So,” Felicia said, her voice light. “Do you regret it? Choosing this?”
Peter smiled, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “Not for a second.”
Felicia turned to face him, her expression soft but teasing. “Good. Because I’m not letting you off the hook that easily.”
Peter laughed, pulling her close. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
As they stood there, the city alive beneath them, Peter felt a sense of peace wash over him. Life would never be simple—there would always be challenges, always be villains to fight and responsibilities to juggle. But for now, at this moment, with Felicia by his side, everything felt right.
And for Peter Parker, that was enough.