Peter Parker Imagines

18. Cute Subway Boy

A/N: This was a cute request so hope I did it justice, even though I ended it sorta eh! Thanks guys for sending some requests in, feel free to send more :D Also...these last few have been pretty fluffy so...be prepared for some major angst coming up...just a warning >:)

Warnings: Language Perhaps?

It started when Spider-Man crash landed on your rooftop.

You were up there often, usually cause it was quiet and perfect for being alone when you needed to be. Plus, the city lights looked gorgeous at night and you loved drawing the skyline whenever you could. It had become a normalcy for you.

What was not normal, however, was Spider-Man landing face first a few feet from you, letting out a groan of pain.

"What the hell?" You blurted, half scared and half worried as he rolled over, getting up slightly on his elbows and glancing at you.

"Oh, hey," was all he muttered, not moving another inch but holding a hand to his side. "What's up?"

"Dude," you got up, heading over to him and kneeling down, "Are you okay?"

"Me? Pfft, never been better," he said in a cheery tone, but you could hear the pain in his tone. You just gave him a blank look and he sighed, shrugging.

"I have ice downstairs," you said, standing back up, "I can grab some for you?"

"Uh, okay, thanks," he gave up trying to sit up, just letting out a sigh through his nose and laying back down. 

You were only gone for a few minutes and then returned with an ice pack, handing it over to him. "Here ya go, Spider-Boy."

"It's Spider-Man," he grunted, wincing when he pressed the ice to his face.

"Oh yeah, you seem very manly right about now," you bit your lip to keep from laughing while he gave you a look, the eyes on his suit squinting, making you think he was probably glaring at you.

"So why do you sit on rooftops at night?" He seemed eager to change the subject, which made you smirk more, "Seems kinda strange to me."

"It's quiet," you sighed, staring out at the lights with a small smile on your face, "And peaceful. Well, usually. Every once in a while some dude crashes on the rooftop, but eh, it's alright."

He snorted at that, shaking his head, "It was an accident. I haven't swung over this way before and I just...expected a building to be here and it wasn't, so my web didn't catch on anything."

You let out a laugh, "Yeah, I noticed. How's the face?"

"I'll live," he stated, getting up with a groan and glancing at you. "Thanks, rooftop girl. For the ice pack."

"Thanks for the entertainment," you grinned at his nickname for you, "Hard to get the image of you face-planting on my roof out of my head."

"Ha ha," he tossed you the ice pack, heading for the ledge of the roof, "Thanks though, really."

"No prob. Be careful, don't need any more crash landings!" You laughed as he put his hands on his hips, shaking his head.

"What's your name?" He asked, making you smile. "Or should I keep calling you rooftop girl?"

"Y/N, but rooftop girl has a nice ring to it to," you answered with a chuckle, "I suppose you won't tell me yours?"

"Nah," he laughed, shooting a web at a building, "See ya around, rooftop girl, Y/N, whatever."