Peter Parker Imagines

You.. [Female!Reader] Possible Trigger Warning

"We may not get to see stars, but the city lights from up here are beautiful.", you said softly, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, "Must be one of the perks of getting to swing around all night, yeah?"

Peter lets out a low laugh, "Yeah, definitely.", he replies, turning to look at you.

You sat on the roofs ledge, legs dangling over the edge, but not too far from the fire escape you used to get up here with him. You were staring out into the city as the lights shone beautifully across your skin. Moments like these made his heart swell with warmth and happiness. You just looked so wonderful, like a beautiful dream. The wind blew at your hair and your smile was contagious- hell it was damn near infectious. He just wanted to pull you close, drink you in and savor the taste of your lips.

So he did.

***

Lost-

He was lost. He was sure of that much, however he wasn't sure how he was lost or why. Peter just found himself suddenly wandering around, his throat warm from some burning liquid and his face cold from the winter weather. When had it become winter? He was so sure it was still spring, a season he recalled you adoring. It was a perfect mixture of warmth and cool rain. He knows how much you tend to love sitting by your window when it rains, you say it makes waiting for him easier.

So why was it snowing? And why was his throat so warm?

He suddenly felt weight in his left hand and realized he was carrying a bottle. A dark brown bottle, covered with a brown paper bag. He squinted at it, he wasn't much of a drinker. It was too expensive a habit to have, given how easily the buzz could wear off depending on his physical state. He also didn't much care for getting wasted- is this why he was lost?

"Fσяgεт 833 Jαмαιcα Aνε", was written on the brown paper bag, however it was all wrinkled and smudged. He was sure he didn't write it, and the handwriting seemed to be feminine. It wasn't your handwriting, he was sure of that. He scrunched his face up at the address, that was somewhere in Brooklyn wasn't it? Why would he need to know anything about that address? Especially considering he didn't even know where in New York he was right now. He just knew it was New York and it was snowing.

Where had spring gone?

***

Your laughter filled his ears. Joyous and loud, but far from too loud or obnoxious. He was smiling, triumphant despite his earlier failure. So maybe baking wasn't his thing and maybe having May as his Aunt didn't help that fact, but he tried. Flour was everywhere, he was sure some chocolate splattered on his face and he looked a damn fool just sitting there on the floor- but goddamn, your laugh. Your laugh was amazing and he wanted nothing more than to hear it all the time. Your laugh and bright smile made this epic fail so worth it. He'd do it a thousand times over if he could. Just for your reaction.

"God, I love you.", you breathed out after cooling off. You had your hair tucked away from your face as you helped him clean his mess. Your smile still lingered and he loved it.

Even in kitchen gloves and a big dirty apron, he found you stunning. The gleam in your eyes warmed his entire body and he swore he was melting on the spot. Those three words only added to it.

"You have no idea how much I love you.", he whispers back, feeling the breath leave his lungs at the way your eyes brightened, "Heh, what would I do without you?"

Your smile seems to grow, if such a thing were possible, and you shake your head, "I have no idea. I'm sure you'd be fine, but then again, you made this mess, so.. I'm scared to imagine it."