You paced around your room, walking back and forth thinking about your boyfriend Peter. For a little while now, Peter has been acting distant and you were certain that he was going to break up with you. You hoped that it’s not true, that Peter fell out of love with you. And you thought about what you could have done for this to all happen. Were you to clingy? Did you not look right? Whatever it was you couldn’t put your finger on it.
You asked Mj about it, she said that Peter talked about you too much to be out of love. And when you asked Ned about it, he always got nervous and said that Peter was not acting weird, which you knew meant that Peter was definitely being weird. As much as you and Peter pride yourselves on having great communication, spurring from before you were dating and when you were friends, you couldn’t help but notice how Peter was confiding in Ned and you confiding in Mj a lot more.
You thought back to all the times Peter had flaked on your dates, study sessions, nightly cuddle and the countless times he has abruptly hung up on you on FaceTime without any more than a text a few minutes later saying, ‘sorry my phone died’.
Yeah, it definitely felt like he was going to break up with you.
Facing that fact wounded your heart and made it go heavy. You wondered if you should spare yourself some trouble and just break up with him, in a way that would least of all damage the friend group. But the only way for that to happen would be for a mutual breakup, and the last thing you wanted to do was breakup with Peter.
Your phone started to buzz and you walked over to your desk and saw Peter’s name. You sighed and let your pettiness get the better of you and let it ring a few more times, then you answered. “Hey wh-”
“Can you open your bedroom window? Like right now?” Peter’s voice was rushed and strained.
“What? Why should I-” The phone disconnected and you started to grumble as you waddled on over to your bedroom window and opened all of the way. Was this some annoying prank, was he going to dramatically break up with you?
You stuck your head out the window, resting your arms on the windowsill and felt the cool midnight breeze of New York. You looked out, seeing all of the flashing lights from the cars below and the tiny lights coming from peoples rooms.
As you glanced around you saw a red figure heading straight for you. You rubbed your eyes and looked again, this time you could make out the figure was Spider-man and he was most definitely coming right towards you.
You ducked down right as Spider-man threw himself right into your room through the window. You backed yourself against the wall right under your window and started to breath a little heavier. You started, eyes wide, at the Spider-man, in your room.
Spider-man turned around and his lenses grew, “hey, hey, its ok (y/n).”
You looked around your room and grabbed a cardboard tube that was leftover from the raping paper you used to wrap a gift and stood up with it in your grip, ready to hit him; like it would do anything to a superhero.
“How the fuck do you know my name.”
Spider-man held him hands up and slowly took his mask off and revealed the familiar head of brown curls and soft brown eyes. Peter walked closer to you and your jaw was dropped. You were completely shocked, your best friend who is your boyfriend just revealed himself to be Spider-man.
So you did what any in shock person would do, you started hitting Peter with the tube.
“Why” -hit-, “did” -hit-, “you” -hit-, “not” -hit-, “tell” -hit-, “me”, you landed another blow on the top of his head.
“Ok, I probably deserve all of that but let me just-” Peter went behind you and quickly shut the window and lowered the blinds, “there. So, I’m Spider-man-”
“Yea no shit.”
“- and I could not tell you because Mr. Stark told me I should keep my identity a secret. But I was being chased and your place was closer than mine so that’s why I called.” Peter put his hands on your shoulder, “I know I’ve been distant, Ned was yelling at me saying you’ve been talking to him about you thinking I want to break up, which I most definitely do not. He says I’ve been spending too much time as Spider-man an-”
“Wait,” you pushed away from Peter and started waking around your room and swinging the tube in your hand, “you told Ned, about being Spider-man but not me?”
“Well, not intentionally.” You whacked him on the head again. “Ok, I probably deserve that.”
“Yeah, you do.” You felt bad about hitting Peter, so you brought your hand up to his head and ruffled his hair, in which he let out a cute smile. “But seriously, we’ve told each other everything. I know you still sleep with the stuffed animal I gave you when we were like 7. Hell I told you I got my period before my own mom-”
“You actually got it when we were hanging out and I had to give you some pants-”
“The point is we tell each other everything. There was a time before Spider-man went to Germany and when we started dating. I’m just-” you took a heavy sigh and gathered your thoughts, “I thought you didn’t want to date me anymore and I thought you wanted to dump me and I was really scared, I didn’t want to lose you.”
Peter quickly brought you into a close and tight hug and kissed the side of your head, “I would never break up with you, love. I was just scared that you would fall in love with Spider-man and not Peter Parker.”
You buried your head into his chest and hugged him tighter, “I’ve been in love with Peter Parker since I’ve met you, you have nothing to worry about.”
You pulled away from the hug, “but if you keep any more secrets from me again I will hit you with something much harder than a piece of cardboard.”
“I don’t doubt it, but can we go to bed? I’m kinda tired from being chased and I just want to be close to you.”
“Of course Petey.”