I was quietly reading my book in my favorite coffee shop. The warmth of my drink kissed my cheeks. A relief from the cold, brisk air of winter time in New York. I took a small sip before turning back to the world where superhero boyfriends, who always got themselves into trouble, didn't exist. I was about to flip the page when a pair of hands covered my eyes.
"Merry early Christmas."
A man's voice rung in my ears. I smiled and pulled his hands away from my eyes, revealing the bright face of Peter Parker as the perpetrator. He placed a kiss on my cheek and went around to sit on the chair opposite me.
"Hey, Pete." I said.
"Hey, good book?" He pointed to the book in my hands. I nodded and marked my page, knowing I wouldn't be able to read with Peter around.
"Mhmm. How's Tony?" I asked about his new mentor.
"He's good. Still not a part of the team but whatever." He played with the rim of my cup. Sensing his disappointment, I reached out and place my hand on top of his and gave it a squeeze. He turned his hand over and interlaced our fingers. His eyes met mine and I could see the sadness in his eyes. He really wanted to be a part of the Avengers but Tony Stark wouldn't let him be an Avenger just yet.
"You'll get there one day. I believe in you." I gave him a small smile. He smiled back and brought my hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.
"I don't know what I'd do without you, Y/N." He rubbed his thumb across the back of my hand.
"You'd probably get a lot of detention from being out of class so many times. It's a good thing you're girlfriend is master at making excuses." I smirked. He chuckled.
"That is very true." He admitted. He reached for my drink and took a sip.
"You excited to exchange gifts tonight?" I asked, reaching for something in my bag. I heard Peter choke on the drink. Looking up at him in concern, I saw him slap his chest repeatedly and coughing. "Are you alright?"
He coughed twice more. "Yeah, yeah, I'm good."
"You sure?"
"I'm sure, babe. Uh, what day is it today?" Peter looked extremely panicked as if he just forgot something important.
"The 23rd, why?" I answered, starting to get suspicious.
"N-no reason. I-i just wanted to s-see how many days til-"
BOOM
A loud explosion cut him off. We both looked outside and saw people running around. The sound of screaming and police sirens filled the previously quiet coffee shop. I saw a flash of mechanical wings and my heart stopped. I looked over at Peter. His gaze was hard and his shoulders were tense. He stood up and picked up his bag. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the shop. We weaved through the sea of panicking people. Peter pulled me to what he deemed was a safe place.
"Y/N, I need you to go back to your apartment right now, okay. I just have to deal with old Vulture over there and I'll meet you in your room tonight." He ordered. He placed a kiss on my lips.
"Be careful." I said. He nodded and began to run towards an alley. A few seconds after he went in, Spider-Man came out. I saw him shoot a web at a building, running- or should I swinging- after the Vulture. Taking this as a sign that I should go back home as Peter ordered. I pulled my coat tighter to my body. I sighed and prayed that I'd still see my boyfriend tonight.
Thump.
I shifted my head on the pillow.
Thump. Thump.
I groaned.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
I sighed and opened my eyes. My blurry vision managed to make out a figure on my ceiling. Fear bubbled up in my chest. I was about to scream when something stuck on my mouth. I panicked and tried to remove whatever it was. The figure moved closer to me. I began to scramble away and panic.
"Y/N, Y/N! It's me! Babe, calm down." Only then did I start to make out the red and blue of Peter's suit. I sighed in relief. Peter took off his mask and moved to take off the restraints on my mouth (which I then saw was his webbing).
"Peter, why were you crawling on my ceiling?" I asked.
"I didn't want your parents to get suspicious. You and I both know that even the smallest sound can be throughout this house." He explained. I noticed that he had a black eye and a bloody lip. I gasped.
"You're hurt." I placed my hands on his face, inspecting any other injuries.
"Yeah, no, I'm fine. This is just a scratch. Don't worry." He turned his head and kissed the inside of my palms. "Hey, I have your gift. It's not much but I can't r-really afford anything else." He opened his backpack and pulled out a book, corners slightly crumpled from being stuffed in his bag. It was the book that I vaguely remember mentioning to him. It was just a passing conversation and he remembered it. I smiled and tears pricked at my eyes.
I did not deserve this man.
I threw my arms around his neck and let my tears fall. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rubbed my back, comfortingly. I pulled away from him. Peter wiped my face with this thumbs, my tears seeping through the fabric of his gloves. I placed my hands on his chest and traced the small plastic spider.
"You didn't have to get me anything. I don't want anything else." I murmured.
"Hmm?"
"I don't want anything else because I already have everything I could want." I said.
"And what is that?" Peter looked me in the eyes.
"You." I leaned towards him and kissed him, passionately.
"I love you, Peter Parker." I said after we pulled apart.
"I love you too, Y/N L/N." He brushed the hair away from my face.
"Let's go to sleep. You deserve it." I pulled him to lay down with me on the bed. We cuddled up in the warm blanket. The snow was starting to slowly fall outside. The cold air blew into the room from the open window. I shivered a little bit. Peter shot a web at the window to close it. I moved closer to Peter's warmth as he combed his fingers through my hair. Sleep was slowly starting to come over me...
"So, where's my gift?"
"You ruined the moment, Parker."