113. Good Looking

                                    

                                          
a/n: hello everyone hope you are all well :) miss writing as much but I'm trying to write some more (I know I say this every time but I really do mean it, I am trying!)
                          
I would suggest listening to good looking by suki waterhouse :) this isn't super relevant to the plot of this fic but I felt like it was fitting, and I was listening to it while I wrote some of the important scenes, so!
                          
italics are flashbacks, and there's a lot of back and forth between memories and present, so be aware of that!
                          
reminder that requests are closed!
                          
warnings: some language! your teeth are going to rot from how sweet this is. and your heart may ache a little. spoilers if you didn't watch the trailers for the no way home!
                          


                          
"Peter Parker is Spider-Man."
                          
Your fingers tightened around the strap of your tote bag as you stared up at the screens in Times Square. 
                          
Peter Parker. It must've been a yearbook picture or something they used, because it wasn't a candid. He was smiling at the camera, and it almost looked a little forced. Your eyes focused on the bottom half of his face before moving to his nose, his curly brown hair, and finally his eyes.
                          
Shit.
                          
It could've been a lie. It could have been an awful prank, or misinformation, but you knew as soon as you saw this boy's face that he was your Spider-Man.
                          
The realization hit you like a brick, and you suddenly wished you hadn't seen it. Because this wasn't how it was supposed to happen. You were supposed to find out when he was ready to tell you. You were supposed to do it on your own time, not like this. 
                          
You didn't stop to stare long, no matter how much you wanted to. This was a moment you had thought about ever since Spider-Man first landed on your balcony, ever since you first patched him up, ever since you became friends. Ever since he kissed you.
                          
But this wasn't fair to him. Or you, but you couldn't think about yourself right now. Peter was probably losing his mind about his identity being revealed.
                          
Peter.
                          
You had to force yourself to focus on getting home, not getting lost in the idea of finally having a name for the boy you had been in love with for months. Even if it was perfect. And he was perfect. And better looking than you could have imagined.
                          
Nope. You had to get home.
                          
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Spider-Man landed on your balcony for no apparent reason in the middle of a snow storm in December. You remember seeing a red and blue figure suddenly appear on your railing, and feeling the slight shudder as it happened. 
                          
It was freezing outside. What the hell was a superhero doing on your balcony this time of night?
                          
He whipped around before you had the window fully open. "Uh, hello! Sorry if I woke you up."
                          
"You didn't," you glanced at the way he was curled up into himself, his arms tucked underneath his armpits and his knees to his chest. "I was reading. Our heater is having issues and I don't think I could sleep until it comes back on."
                          
"My heater broke, too," he admitted, and you laughed. You figured he was making some kind of joke, but then you paused.
                          
"Wait, does that thing have a heater? That is so awesome!"