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I Think He Knows
Summary: You wrote a letter to Peter. He read it. He knows.
Trope: Friends to Lovers.
Pairing is Peter Parker x Stark!reader
Word count: 4000
“You always call at the worst fucking times.”
You hissed into your phone as the loud ring cut through the silent lab you were sneaking through.
Your dad didn’t need to catch you in here and Peter definitely didn’t need to catch you in here.
‘Oh hey peter! I'm great, yeah! oh why do i have my hands in your backpack going through your shit? good question!’ You thought, the image of the conversation sent a mental shudder down your spine
Yeah, you really didn’t need to be caught in here.
“Did you get it yet?” MJ lowered her voice on the other side of the phone too, she was just as invested in this as you.
“No, I had to wait until they left. I never saw peter leave so I said fuck it and was just gonna ask if I could use his notes and take it then but he’s not in here.”
Except the little sleaze was in the room.
You just couldn’t see him.
He had you in full sight perched on the ceiling of the lab, he was doing some new tests trying his new technology upside down as your father had requested.
His head, covered by the mask, was tilted to the side watching you carefully. His eyes squinted on his mask.
“I don’t know why you talked me into this. this was the dumbest thing you’ve ever suggested.”
You berated MJ on the line, your eyebrows furrowed, you kept looking over your shoulder waiting for your dad or Peter to pop in and catch you in the act.
Your stomach felt a little queasy and your head felt heavy, it felt like you shouldn’t be in here and you shouldn’t be digging through Peter’s items.
But instead of leaving and having an adult conversation with the brown haired boy you continued the hunt for the backpack he usually threw over his shoulder.
“I mean, what did we think? Peter would find it and everything would change?”
“Yes. that is exactly what we thought.” MJ immediately voiced her opinion, always quick to be on the opposite side of your doubt.
Peter had his eyes on you, he had to tune his focus on trying to hear both sides of the conversation. He’s not typically an eavesdropper but you are talking about him, and he can’t help but be a little curious as to what you left for him and why you have to hide it.
“No?! Of course not! It's peter!” you responded.
“I think you should leave it.”
“I am NOT leaving it. I left it there today, he didn’t see it or at least tell me about it.” you panicked
“I just think you didn’t give it enough time, did you even have notes in math? He probably didn’t even open it.” MJ always was a voice of reason, she was being the most supportive she could but she just didn’t get it.
“Well maybe I don't want him to see it.” you snapped
‘See what?!’ Peter thought to himself.
It had to be something good right?
Finally reaching his backpack you stuck your phone between your ear and shoulder and unzipped it fast.
Hands speeding through the loose papers and books stacked, you pulled out his blue composition book, his math notebook.
Flipping it open you opened to the page you were desperate to find and sighed out in relief.
“Yes! It’s still here.” you cheered on the phone, the panic attack you were on the verge of having all day immediately vanished.
“I still think you should leave it.” the voice on the other line sang out.
You looked at the torn out sheet in your hand, the edge closest to the binding was ripped unevenly.
“Oops. Too late.”
Then just as quick you came in you hung up and left, and Peter found himself lowering from the ceiling and running to his notebook.
True to what he saw you did rip a page out, it was a few pages behind his most recent notes, he would’ve found it in class or at home had they taken notes that day.
Peter held the notebook in the light and saw the pen marks left as an indent where you put pressure on the previous page, but couldn’t make out any words.
Now he was really confused. you had written something for him but then decided to take it back.
it had to be something awful. you had been avoiding him lately.
Everytime Peter found himself in a room with you at the tower you found a reason to leave immediately.
At school you were fine, but when at home alone with no other friends you couldn’t talk to him.
Peter is starting to think it’s him. He even asked your dad about it but was told to brush it off because, “women.”
If you hated him this much he really needs to know why.
And what the fuck you said.
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‘Crisis averted’ you cheered on yourself patting an imaginary hand on your shoulder.
Coasting into the kitchen riding on an adrenaline high, the folded paper hidden in your sweatpants pocket now felt weightless versus the heavy, crushing weight it left on your chest all day.
Your shoulders slumped, a frown broaching your face.
“Maybe I should've left it”. You thought, and being a total masochist and wanting to hear it you pulled out your phone and texted MJ
“I should've left it.”
“Survivors guilt huh” was the immediate response
You rolled your eyes, in the middle of writing a response her face lights up on your screen a tone blaring from the speaker causing you to jump in panic.
“Why do we think we should’ve left it”
You were silent for a moment.
“I had a chance and blew it, now I feel like I can't complain.”
And at this very moment Peter had tracked you down to the kitchen and was right about to bust the swinging door down in a moment of total confidence and demand an answer when he again overheard you on the phone talking about him.
“How the fuck will I know how he feels if I never give him a chance you know?” You’re pacing the ground moving your hands across a decorative towel hanging from the oven.
“Why am i so fucking scared of him all i sudden?” You laugh and move your hand to your face, rubbing your brow bone tears come to your eyes.
You’re not sad, you’re frustrated.
Scared? Peter couldn’t stop his mind from replaying every single interaction with you from the past few months. every greeting, every hug, every laugh, every goodbye, every time you walked in the room and saw him and your heart rate would jump and then run from him, every time you avoided him, every time you ignored him.
He remembers the first time it happened.
He remembers when he caught you just standing outside of the training gym. You don’t even train and you didn’t have anything with you but you were just.. there.
He remembers walking up to you confused and curious as to why you were peeking around the windows and you giving him a deer in headlights look.
He remembers you darting your eyes away in any direction looking for anything that you could use as a believable reason as to why you would be in this part of the tower.
He remembers you ran away from him.
What did I do to her?
“Y/N it’s okay. You’re always gonna have another chance. He practically lives there for god sakes!” MJ tried to give you a pep talk but after listening to your breathing and sniffling for a moment she frowned on her side of the screen.
“Y/N are you crying?”
“The kid has me crying over him!” you exclaim, knowing the reason was dumb and a little dramatic...and a little funny.
“He’s gonna kill me MJ.” you sigh.
“He’s really going to be the death of me.” You barely whispered it.
kill her? kill her? like, kill her?!
After feeding into your existential consciousness you thanked MJ for cheering you up and decided to lay down for a nap because dreading your life choices is exhausting.
And then you walked into Peter. Literally.
You came out the door and walked right into the man, he grabbed you to steady you.
“Oh! Careful Y/N!” You grabbed his arms, settling back on your feet.
You looked into his face for a second.
His big round eyes, his small curls hanging over his forehead, pink washed over his cheeks and nose, a smile curved at his mouth showing off his grin.
“this man could ruin me and i’d let him” you think.
“I don't really know what love is but I'm pretty sure I feel it when I look at you.” You say again to yourself, it’s so easy on the inside.
“I've got it bad.” you finish it off.
The thoughts flashed in your mind but all you let out was, “Oops! thanks Peter.” A polite smile and now…
“CURVE HIM!” You bark.
Right as you passed him he turned around and spoke up
“Hey Y/N, what was the note about?” and you swore at that moment your entire body shut down.
You froze. How did he know? Did he read it and just ignore you?
You couldn’t turn around to look at him.
“What note?” It was a fast reply. Not guilty looking at all.
“The note you took back from my math notebook.”
You took a deep breath, and swallowed all the spit in your mouth, spinning on your feet. You keep your eyes at the ground, not daring to glance at his face.
“Did you read it?” You almost whisper. you weren’t ready to handle the rejection, you couldn’t face him and have him pity you.
“No. I saw you come in, I was on the ceiling doing some tests and heard you on the phone and then you took a paper out.” His voice felt soft.
If a voice could give you a hug he just did.
You finally looked at him, and despite what your brain told you it was just Peter.
Hands in his pockets, a furrowed brow and a small frown.
He looked you in the eyes and stepped a foot closer.
“What was the note about y/n?” he asked again, softer. He wanted you to think you were safe. anything was okay.
You looked at the ground again, you blink back tears and clear your throat. You brush some hair behind your ear and be brave.
“Would you like to read it?” You whisper.
His eyebrows raise, “can i?”
You pull it from your pocket, hands slightly shaking, and give it to him. He goes to unfold the page when you stop him.
“Don’t!” his eyes shoot to yours.
“Not here! Not... in front of me.” You explain.
“You have to promise me you won’t read it until you get home.” You keep your voice steady.
“Okay.” He responds.
“No. Promise me.” It was the strongest your voice was in the whole interaction.
He nods, and places the paper into his own pocket and taps it.
“Okay, I promise.”
You turn and walk away.
“There's no going back,” your thoughts chant.
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When Peter sees you in the morning it looks like you have a glow he's never really seen before.
You’re currently talking with a friend pulling books out of your locker laughing and enthusiastically nodding your head.
His path is set to end at you, eager to tell you his thoughts from your note he read last night after he got home because he kept his promise.
He spent his entire train ride home sitting in his normal spot but shaking his leg and a hand in his pocket fiddling with the corner piece, feeling the paper ware and getting softer under his finger as he flicked it with his pointer finger.
“Y/N.”
He almost breathed it out. Like the sight of you had him breathless, your hand paused in your backpack totally still in his presence.
You hadn’t seen him coming.
Your friend left you, spinning to face Peter who wore a grin bigger than you’ve ever seen before you suddenly remember that he has most definitely now read the note and you refused to speak about it.
You smiled wide back at him. “Hi Peter, bye Peter!” you swerved around him and didn’t look back to see his entire face shift downward.
You weren’t ready for the conversation, you saw the amusement on his face. His smile said “oh you poor sweet silly girl” and “why would i ever want you back?”
Yeah, you could avoid Peter for the rest of your life.
And you did well all day at school, he did try a few times to give you his pity but you swerved at him each time.
After you blew him off at your locker you were sitting three rows behind him in chem class and looked up and saw him staring at you, in disgust no doubt, he gave a small wave and you ducked your head back to the worksheet in front of you.
You managed to escape him after the bell rang for your dismissal and you breathed a little lighter knowing you had the next 3 classes Peter free.
Until lunch, now you have already come up with a method for getting through lunch with Peter.
Basically it was to ignore the entire thing and pretended it never happened.
You never told MJ you actually have him the letter so you didn’t have to worry about her making some suggestive comment to make everything worse.
You felt Peter's eyes on you the whole lunch.
First he sat next to you, like butted mjs hip from the chair and stole it from her. Then he spoke with his cherry sweet voice, almost like a sigh “Hey Y/N.”
You looked at the table and stabbed the cornbread on your lunch tray with a fork.
“Hey Peter.” You mumbled
“Did you guys see that employee from the Daily Bugle was actually an insider for the Washington Post and came out with this article spilling tea about how uncredible they really are?!” Ned exclaimed in one breath, his hand already had the article pulled up on his phone.
You smiled for the first time today.
“Ned! You are a great lunch guest. Please tell me everything and don’t spare any detail. Even if it takes the whole lunch period!” You scooted closer to the table and looked at Peter through the corner of your eye.
Peter frowned for the first time that day.
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He got you in math though.
You sat next to him in math so it was hard to believe it wasn’t going to come up.
You could tell he kept peeking at you but you kept your head as straight as possible on the board not trying to encourage him to break your heart.
If he can’t speak to you then you can’t deal with the consequences.
But he has you wrapped around his finger and now he knows.
He knows your heart speeds up when he’s around because you like him.
He knows how bad you want to kiss him.
He knows you tap your fingers around him to stop yourself from touching him.
He knows you only exercise with him so you can look at him.
He knows that you want to tell him everything.
He knows your thoughts are always revolving around peter
He knows you want him to be your boyfriend that you can have and hold and be close with and have all of him.
He knows because you told him.
You wrote the letter. You gave him the letter.
And you are fucking terrified of what he thinks.
He notices your breathing space, like you can’t quite catch your breath. He knows instantly you're reeling.
He puts his hand on top of yours on the desk.
“You okay?” He whispers, looking for anything truly distressing.
You look at his hand on yours. your whole hand gets a burning sensation, it feels like your entire arm was sunburned and was being smacked with a rubber band. It traveled up to your cheeks, your whole body burning with Peter’s slightest touch.
“Y/N?” He tightens his hold.
You look at his face for the first time. He knows you're blushing at his touch. He smiles and you know he thinks a joke.
You pull your hand from under him and nod your head, “i’m okay,” and when your eyes are back on the board you said “thanks” so low only his super hearing could pick up on it.
He pulls your elbow and grips it hard enough to make sure all your attention is on him. Though you refuse to meet his eyes as he speaks.
“I really want to talk to you, Y/N.”
He wasn’t going to let you out of his grasp until you gave him an answer.
“Not here. At the tower.”
You knew you lost, you have to accept that Peter has all the upper hand.
He rubbed your elbow with his thumb.
“I'll see you tonight.”
He didn’t touch you the rest of the class.
You wish he did.
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Peter didn’t come until later, he had some spider-man duties and aunt May duties.
You were trying to waste time knowing he would be showing up at any time. You had to manage to do homework, take a shower, eat a snack and now lay on your bed switching between the same 3 apps.
You were in the middle of reading a heated debate between strangers on a random topic when the double knock hit your door and a mass of brown curls popped through your door.
He was wearing your favorite shirt.
His flannel, you said in your letter how much you loved it on him.
How you can’t imagine not being able to have your hands all over him in it.
And he comes in, ready to break your heart in the flannel you love most on him.
He had to have done it on purpose.
Peter Parker is cruel.
“Hey Y/N” his smile was full of teeth, a bigger grin than you’ve ever seen.
“Hi Peter.”
You set your phone down, but not closing out of the app knowing this wouldn’t take long.
“I've never had anyone write a handwritten letter to me.” He looked nervous. He was playing with his fingers.
You wanted to reach over and hold them.
“I'm happy my first handwritten letter was a love letter.” he chucked a little.
Your heart twisted.
He was laughing at you.
“Peter, stop.” You looked at him and moved to the edge of the bed, your feet overhanging.
His eyebrows turned down and his grin dropped a little.
“I already know everything you’re going to say so you can just get it over with.” You went straight to the point and crossed your arms over your chest.
He took a seat on your desk chair and rolled it closer to you.
“Okay, tell me what i’m going to say” he copied your pose. His biceps showed more with the sudden fabric tension.
You turned your head at him in confusion.
He continued, “if you know what i’m going to say tell me so i can see if you're right or not.”
When you didn’t speak after a moment he spoke again.
“Go on, tell me.”
You looked around your room inspecting it like you haven’t always lived in it. You make eye contact every once in a while.
“You’re flattered. You didn’t know I have a huge fat crush on you but know it kinda makes a lot of sense. You think i’m a great friend but you could never see yourself with me, you think it’s cute i wrote you a letter and this is something we can laugh about in 10 years.” You purged all your insecurities on him in one go.
He took it all in and nodded his head slowly just so you knew he was listening, he took a moment to think of his answer tapping his chin for a moment.
He raised from his chair.
“You’re right.”
You deflated in one second.
“I am flattered, I am surprised, you are a great friend, i think it’s adorable you wrote me a handwritten love letter all about me.”
He came and squatted in front of you eye level with your hanging head.
Warm hands running up and down your thighs.
“But-“
Your head raised to look at him.
“I can definitely see a future with you. I can totally see you bribing me kisses for math answers. I can see myself giving in because I could never turn down a kiss from you. I can totally see us holding hands at every possible moment because they just fit so nicely and yours keep mine warm.” He moved his hand up to yours and intertwined them.
“I can see me as your boyfriend.”
He rocked your intertwined hand back and forth, his thumb rubbing across the back of yours.
“I would love to see myself as your boyfriend.”
He lowered his head to your arm and kissed it.
When he came back up he could see that you had started crying a little, he pulled back and pulled your face up, thumbs quick to kill any water lines.
“What's wrong baby?” His voice came out as a whisper.
Soft.
Always so soft for you.
You mimicked the smile he gave you when he first walked in.
A small laugh bubbled from your chest.
“You like me!” you whined
He laughed just the same, his left hand holding the side of your face, his right taking hold on your thigh.
“I like you!” he copied your tone.
You leaned your face into his touch.
Both of you looking at each other for a moment of complete understanding.
You were both on the same page and it felt so so good.
“Can I kiss my boyfriend now?” You asked, looking between him and his mouth.
He lent up and pressed a soft kiss to your mouth. It felt like he was a little scared he wasn’t too sure how it would be kissing your friend to girlfriend.
Holy shit you’re his girlfriend.
He pulled back and you let out a whine. You started to pull him up the side of your bed by the collar of that damned flannel.
“Boyfriend?” He followed you up the bed now laying half on top of you being held up by his arms.
You nodded your head and gave him an mmhmm and pulled him down by the back of the head to give him a bruising kiss that poured all your want into his mouth.
He opened his mouth and you both fell into a deeper kiss when he pulled away with a pop.
“I'm really really glad this is happening but does this feel a little weird going from friends yesterday to making out today?” He questioned as you pressed kisses to every place you could reach.
Up his neck, below his ear, across his jawline.
“Not really,” you kissed his mouth again.
“I've been thinking of you as my boyfriend for a while” you kissed around his face again.