Empty Lies. [Spiderman MCU X Reader]

Chapter Eight

I have a Tom Holland/Peter Parker Imagines book coming soon.

Why?

Because I love ya'll.

That and another thing: I'm also beginning to kINDA update slowly on this book im so sORRy. So i'll make it up to you guys with imagines which are very much open for requests!!!

It'll be posted idk yet but yeah.

Go on, read ┐(￣ヮ￣)┌

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   Peter and (Y/n) walked side by side, their arms inches away from each other. It was one heck of a silent trip home; nobody dared to speak. Both had the same reasons: avoiding an awkward conversation. It was way too risky.

Peter had his hand in his pocket as he fumbled with his keys. He whistled, attempting to at least poke a hole through this suffocating bubble of quietness. Besides the little time he whistled, the heels of (Y/n)'s shoes could also be heard, scraping on the concrete floor.

"Oh." Peter finally spoke up. "Hey, we're here."

"Oh— seriously?" (Y/n) stopped walking. She looked up to see a tall building; an apartment.

"Uhm, yeah."

"Peter!" (Y/n) chuckled. "Our apartments are like– two blocks away from each other!"

"Oh, we're neighbors?" His voice rose it's pitch.

"Yeah! We should definitely go to my place next time." She clutched onto the straps of her backpack, adjusting it slightly to a more comfortable position. "So, should we go in?"

"Yeah." Peter walked in front of her, taking his keys out as they headed for the elevator. "This way."

Oh dear god, the elevator...

Peter pushed the button that indicated the floor they needed to get to. The button glowed white as the two of them impatiently waited. (Y/n) began rocking herself back and forth while Peter's foot began restlessly tapping.

It felt like forever, but eventually the elevator doors slid open, revealing it's small, silent, dull painted lift. Peter hesitantly walked in, as (Y/n) followed him with her hands behind her back.

Once they were inside, the doors closed, causing Peter to hold his breath for a second or two. The elevator was so small and enclosed, that they had to stand maybe a little too close to each other. Close enough to have their elbows touching.

Both of their cheeks tinted a bit of red. They'd say they were blushing because it was hot in there (if you asked them) but we all know that if they did say so, they'd be lying.

Peter just wanted it to be over. He just wanted those metal doors to open again, and get out as fast as he could. He didn't like the space that (Y/n) took up. He didn't like distance they had.

Or, did he?

Ding!

Peter silently sighed in relief. He immediately got out, turning his head to (Y/n) as soon as he did. She gave him a warm smile, nodding at him. She too, stepped out, and followed where Peter began walking to next.

She took a moment to observe his apartment. The hallways were small, but long. There were a few people (who most likely lived here) chatting with each other, some trying to get in their rooms. The walls were nicely painted, a few potted plants rested on corners of the building.