‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎*𝐛𝐞 ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎𝖌𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓.

🕷️ ⠀ཾ༵⠀ུ⠀⠀⠀⠀one⠀⠀𝒍ook⠀⠀right⠀⠀into⠀⠀𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓⠀⠀eyes,⠀⠀@jackpothits

[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎*𝐛𝐞 ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎𝖌𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓. @thwipsfirst]

⠀⠀𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕⠀⠀𝖋𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕⠀⠀𝚝𝚑𝚎⠀⠀𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗻⠀ᵎᵎ

[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎*𝐛𝐞 ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎𝖌𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓. @thwipsfirst]

and like that, the bagel's partially forgotten about. he's nothing if not a bit easy. “hungry for something else? could be leftovers for tomorrow...”

[𝓈𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗓 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗏𝗒𝗄𝗁 𝗓𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗅． @gutscrash]

tongue pressed right to his cheek; because he just gave her a free pass on her weirdness. seemingly. “ i fear as though if i was allergic to goldfish or peanut butter, you could kick the chair on my behalf. ”

[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎*𝐛𝐞 ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎𝖌𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓. @thwipsfirst]

eyebrow quirks, turning towards her. “why not? i like it. and y’know we’re on like a better track.”

opening bag, pulling out the bagel. “lucky we’re not then.”

[𝓈𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗓 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗏𝗒𝗄𝗁 𝗓𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗅． @gutscrash]

“ don’t encourage my behavior, parker. ” leg immediately thrown into his lap as she’s leaning into his side. “ it’s beautiful if you’re not allergic to nuts. sweet and salty. “

[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎*𝐛𝐞 ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎𝖌𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓. @thwipsfirst]

pulling the suit off him boots and all. leaving him in just a pair of boxers. “figured. i’m surprised you stopped at that. you’re allowed to, y’know?”

crawling into bed with her. “that i can do. this combo better be good.”

[𝓈𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗓 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗏𝗒𝗄𝗁 𝗓𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗅． @gutscrash]

up on her knees— lithe digits gentle against his back before gently undoing the zipper. “ and yes, I was using that opportunity to feel your back muscles. please don’t sue me. ” a small hum as she settled back— opening the bag. “ you :

[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎*𝐛𝐞 ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎𝖌𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓. @thwipsfirst]

“i guess when you say it like that… it does sound kind of sweet.” setting bag down in front of her. pulling backpack off his back. then — turning back to her. “a little help with the zipper?”

[𝓈𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗓 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗏𝗒𝗄𝗁 𝗓𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗅． @gutscrash]

“ spider-man brought me snacks— ” she’s crawling back to her bed. “ and he brought himself. so who am i to complain? ”

[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎*𝐛𝐞 ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎𝖌𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓. @thwipsfirst]

quickly slipping into the apartment. removing the mask with his free hand, discarding it onto the floor. ”only when i have something for you, huh?”

[𝓈𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗓 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗏𝗒𝗄𝗁 𝗓𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗅． @gutscrash]

sliding the window up— a smile gracing her lips, for once. “ and that’s how i like to see you. ”

[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎*𝐛𝐞 ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎𝖌𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓. @thwipsfirst]

(*he's turned his back to her. though his sense makes him aware of the ball. he catches it easily, still facing away.)

really? got nothing for me?

[( ‎ ‎ ‎‎’🎊͟ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎)‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎* ‎ ‎‎ s͟c͟r͟e͟wie, @scrwbaIl]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀〔 the camera’s recording.. following him along , smiling behind the camera . 〕

not for the next five hours . think fast .ᐟ

〔 grabbing a golf ball from her pocket , throwing it to his shoulder . 〕
⠀⠀

[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎*𝐛𝐞 ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎𝖌𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓. @thwipsfirst]

he returns nearly 40 minutes later. paper bag in hand, backpack slung around his shoulders.

back at the window, giving a few knocks.

[𝓈𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗓 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗏𝗒𝗄𝗁 𝗓𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗅． @gutscrash]

she’s playfully rolling her eyes before doom scrolling on her phone for perhaps the entire time he’s gone. just because she was made in a lab does not mean that she’s not a girl in her twenties who enjoys perusing.

[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎*𝐛𝐞 ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎𝖌𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓. @thwipsfirst]

“yeah? i couldn't tell.” stepping back towards the window. “i'll be back. i promise.” one look back at her before swinging off.

[𝓈𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗓 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗏𝗒𝗄𝗁 𝗓𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗅． @gutscrash]

hands on her forehead as she shook her head—— “ i, too, am a fan of spider-man. ” maren won’t ask next time. she’s going to start venmoing him without asking.

[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎*𝐛𝐞 ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎𝖌𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓. @thwipsfirst]

a hand runs through his hair. “you don't have to venmo me.”

then — pulling the mask back on. “i know the owners. they're big fans of spider-man.”

[𝓈𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗓 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗏𝗒𝗄𝗁 𝗓𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗅． @gutscrash]

cheeks flushed crimson as she nodded. “ yeah, yeah— no worries. uh— can i venmo you? i can venmo you— ”

[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎*𝐛𝐞 ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎𝖌𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓. @thwipsfirst]

“bagel with butter and peanut butter. got it.” he leans forward slightly, giving her lips a quick kiss before he can properly register it. “i won’t be long. i promise.”

[𝓈𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗓 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗏𝗒𝗄𝗁 𝗓𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗅． @gutscrash]

she shook her head— maybe too quick to respond before swallowing hard. “ awkward? no. new? fuck— yeah, sorta. ” big brown eyes met his, “ i will give you ten bucks if you bring back a bagel with butter and peanut butter. ”

[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎*𝐛𝐞 ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎𝖌𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓. @thwipsfirst]

that breaks him out of the trance he had himself in. “no —— shit i’ll be back. do you uh … need me to bring you anything?” is this awkward?

[𝓈𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗓 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗏𝗒𝗄𝗁 𝗓𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗅． @gutscrash]

there’s a small nod as she’s curling back up into her bed. “ not the first time, parker. ” a rather silly statement, not that she’s laughing. “ do you have— just the suit or? ”

[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎*𝐛𝐞 ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎𝖌𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓. @thwipsfirst]

the grip on his mask loosens, letting it fall to the floor. “if you’re sure..” sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. for the first time in awhile, he’s grounded. right where he’s supposed to be. “mind if i stay the night?”

[𝓈𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗓 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗏𝗒𝗄𝗁 𝗓𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗅． @gutscrash]

biting the innards of her cheek— hard enough to make her eyes prickle with tears. nothing blinking can’t help make disappear. “ i think you’ll be a quick learner, parker. ” the faintest hint of a smile on her lips. “ and if we both ;

[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎*𝐛𝐞 ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎𝖌𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓. @thwipsfirst]

swallowing a breath he didn't know he was holding. he's been practically on edge the whole time. one wrong move away from running (again). “do you want to? i can't promise you i'll be very good at it.”

[𝓈𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗓 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗏𝗒𝗄𝗁 𝗓𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗅． @gutscrash]

a pause— the look of bambi taking over again as she’s staring at him, and really searching for any amount of sarcasm, because without that; there’s hope. “ oh— can we learn together? ” inhale. hold. exhale. “ or is that off the table? ”

[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎*𝐛𝐞 ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎𝖌𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓. @thwipsfirst]

........Yes i am!!!! how did you know!! 😅

[𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑼𝑰𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑬.⋆♱⃓ @tragedyonfilm]

are you going to take me to those cute little trinket stores so we can make matching key chains?

[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎*𝐛𝐞 ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎𝖌𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓. @thwipsfirst]

gesturing between them. “because… you’re —— real. and if it’s like *this*, that becomes real too.” a beat. “i don’t know how to do that.”

[𝓈𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗓 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗏𝗒𝗄𝗁 𝗓𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗅． @gutscrash]

she felt her cheeks get hot— not with embarrassment, not with anger, but those feelings she didn’t know how to label. “ that— okay. ” deeeep breaths. “ why? ”

[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎*𝐛𝐞 ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎𝖌𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓. @thwipsfirst]

…we could. but can’t we match something else?

[𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑼𝑰𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑬.⋆♱⃓ @tragedyonfilm]

maybe. but we could match!

[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎*𝐛𝐞 ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎𝖌𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓. @thwipsfirst]

he's quiet for longer than he should be. avoiding eye contact. “i didn't know what to do.”

[𝓈𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗓 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗏𝗒𝗄𝗁 𝗓𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗅． @gutscrash]

top teeth dug into her bottom lip—— as if she even had to ponder the question. “ and then how you went rogue for the past 120 hours? i do, why? ”

[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎*𝐛𝐞 ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎𝖌𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓. @thwipsfirst]

wouldn't that be a bit on the nose?

[𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑼𝑰𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑬.⋆♱⃓ @tragedyonfilm]

well, yes. i needed new shoes to wear on my way to my barre classes. do you want a pair?

[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎*𝐛𝐞 ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎𝖌𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓. @thwipsfirst]

now quickly pulling the mask off, gripping it between his fingers. like it’d center him. “do you remember on the rooftop last week? and then we came back here?”

[𝓈𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗓 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗏𝗒𝗄𝗁 𝗓𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗅． @gutscrash]

the look of bambi eyes and perplexity as she’s looking up at him. “ do you have— like a head injury or something? are you sick? ”

[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎*𝐛𝐞 ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎𝖌𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓. @thwipsfirst]

why? did you get ‘em or somethin’?

[𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑼𝑰𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑬.⋆♱⃓ @tragedyonfilm]

good to know. ( 😊 )