Peter Parker Imagines Book

What He Won't Know Won't Hurt - Part 1

Two updates in one day? What???

This request came from the amazing lovelyhollandd! They suggested a classic role reversal with a little angst sprinkled in, and of course I had to comply. This shouldn't be a long mini-series (this is me trying to focus on the word mini ) This is almost an intro chapter of sorts? So things make sense in the future. I hope everyone enjoys!

You used to be afraid of heights. But that was before you could catch yourself if you fell.

Never in a million years did you ever think you would be in the place you are now. That your life could change as drastically as it did from something as small and trivial as a spider bite. If you hadn't gone on that school trip — Hell, if you were even standing just another foot to the right, someone else could be in your shoes. Or worse; they could have abused the powers that have become your new normal and used them for all the wrong reasons.

It was crazy, really. You never knew something like this could happen. From all of your calculations, you shouldn't even be alive from the amount of radioactivity in that spiders venom, but then again, here you were. Living and breathing perched on a discarded billboard sign in the middle of The Bronx.

You smiled under your mask, taking a deep breath and still getting used to the freedom and new features this new suit gave you. When you first decided to use your newfound abilities to help the people who needed it, (after over a week of slipping supplies from Chemistry and Shop class) you were swinging around New York in a hastily hand sewn suit to mask your identity. The spider symbol you had drawn on your chest quickly adopted the moniker the public liked to call you: the Spider-Woman.

Not the best, you would agree, but catchy. Subtle, and to the point. It was definitely better than the first name you'd initially thought of; 'The Human Spider'.

But after only six months of becoming NYC's newest vigilante, you had gotten an incredible upgrade from none other than Tony Stark himself. Not only did he make you an amazing suit, but you got to meet — well, er, fight with and against the Avengers. To say the least (even if you did get punched in the face and thrown around a couple of times) it was the best day of your life.

You loved being a hero, but it had it's downfalls. You had learned a couple of lessons after taking down Vulture, who turned out to be your best friend Peter's crushes dad. The first was that you definitely weren't ready to be an Avenger. The second being that keeping your identity a secret was the hardest thing you ever have to do. Counting almost getting killed by a man only trying to help his family. You grimaced at the thought. It had taken almost a week for the bruises on your chest to heal from his suits talons.

But your entire chase after Vulture? Washington? You came so close to spilling to Peter.

Peter Parker. Your amazing boy— friend. Your amazing best friend. The boy who stuck by your side since the two of you met building blocks during playtime in kindergarten. The boy with the untamed curly brown hair and glasses brimmed chocolate eyes to match who also had a knack for being more perceptive than he lets on and is constantly questioning your wellbeing and is only one big brain moment away from figuring you and all of your secrets out.

The first time was when you had nearly missed catching him in the Washington Monument. Your friend Cindy had been carrying what at the time neither of you knew was a Chitauri energy core — or in other words, a bomb. It burned through her backpack and put everyone on the Decathlon team in danger. Peter, acting on the hero complex that no sane 15 year old should have, made sure everyone else got out first before him. You remember vividly Karen in your ear telling you your heart rate from your fear of dropping him as your hand caught his tightly and didn't let go until he was safe. The A.I. in your suit urged you to tell him who you were, but before you could even think about it you had fallen yourself and needed to focus on catching yourself first.