Angel and the Arachnid (Peter Parker x reader)

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Angel and the Arachnid (Peter Parker x reader)

(This is a Tom Holland Peter in my head but honestly, it could probably be any of them. I have not watched Spider-Man Homecoming but trust me I really want to!!! Also, the title is based loosely around Beauty and the Beast as I was listening to the soundtrack when the idea popped into my head.)


It seemed to be a normal, boring day. That's how they usually started out when things like this happen. You get too comfortable, too cozy and then you remember you're in New York and disaster strikes.

For you, it was a normal third period and it had just started but you were already dreaming of lunch. (My school has only four periods for each day so if you have lunch during a different period, that's why it's weird.) The announcements said it was going to be cheese pizza with garlic bread and just the thought of the totally not healthy school lunch with its sticky dough and oily bread made your mouth water.

"Ah, Mr. Parker, thank you so much for joining us today. What is this mornings excuse?"

At the mention of your crush, your eyes snapped open to the blushing boy at the front of the room, his hair disheveled and his zip up hoodie in disarray. You'd been in the same class as Peter since seventh grade and you thanked whatever god(s) above you that he steadily got hotter over the years.

"Sorry Mrs. Cahn. I missed the bus this morning."

Your stern teacher gave a delicate snort and took Peter's late pass, letting him go to his desk, which so happened to be one up and one over from yours.

Now, the thing is, Peter has a massive crush on you too. But then, so did 90% of the school. It was a classic type of 'pretty girl doesn't know she's pretty and is in denial whenever someone brings it up'. You took compliments on your looks when you felt you agreed with the statement being made and disagreed when you felt differently. You weren't overly humble but you didn't have a huge ego either.

This made it very hard for Peter to even try and get close enough to you to ask you out on a date or even really ever speak to you. Your fan club would go absolutely nuts! They'd probably try and kill him.

You were chewing on your pen, openly staring at Peter when you felt a piece of paper fly into your lap. It was from a neighbor. You unfolded it in your lap, blushed a bright pink and jerked your head up to face the teacher who was giving you a sympathetic look.

"Miss (l/n), are you feeling alright? Do you need me to come back to you?"

If given the choice, most of the teachers at your school would say they favourite you. You were a good and hardworking student and whenever you spaced out, they got worried. It didn't happen often but when it did, it usually meant something wasn't right.

"No, no. I'm feeling fine. I'm sorry, what was the question?"

Your teacher gave you a soft look once more. "What are the Noble Gases?"

After fumbling for a bit, you manage to get all of them out and class continues on.

Ten minutes until the bell rings for next classes usually means the teachers give a sort of free time. They figured the students would be too restless to stay put and so a tradition was born.

You were packing up your stuff and thanking your desk neighbor, inviting the girl to sit at lunch with you. She stuttered out a yes and you smiled at her.

"Attention all staff, an immediate lock down is in progress. I repeat, an immediate lock down is in progress. This is not a drill."

In a sudden flurry, Mrs. Cahn had flown from her desk. She pulled all the blinds down on the windows. Then she raced over to the door and pulled the string of the blinds down and shut off the lights, keeping her hand on the switch. With her other hand, she clicked the lock on the door handle.

"Everyone get to the back corner of the classroom. Now!"

Doing as she said, all the students stood at once and rushed to the back, huddling in the far right corner. Being as you were in the third desk of the third row and column, the fact that everyone had been in a mad rush meant that you had been knocked down and some desks were blocking you off.

You shuffled for a bit before looking to your teacher who had evident fear in her eyes. She motioned for you to go around the front but that was blocked off too. You looked helplessly back to her. Peter had gotten up from his position on the floor and was ready to help you when a loud voice echoed down the hall.

"Here Spidey, Spidey! Come to papa! I know you're here! I'll search all of New York until I find ya!"

The disembodied voice had reached your classroom, where it proceeded to shake the door handle. Finding that it would not open, the voice muttered a few choice words that made your eyes widen.

The voice got quieter and then a loud bang made everyone recoil. You dropped to the floor on your knees, your arms over your head. The bang came again and the door flew back into the wall. The intruder had kicked the door in.

A man who reeked of alcohol stumbled into the room. Seeing you on the floor, he aimed his gun at you and slurred out, "You, girl, in the pretty blue shirt. Stand up."

You stood up slowly, making sure not to startle him. You had heard the safety click off on his gun and if your aunt had taught you anything, it's that you take men with guns very heavily and move lightly. You turned to face him and he got a wicked grin on his face.

"C'mere," the man gestured with his gun towards him.

You swallowed, taking time to step between desk and chair legs. When you had clearned the barrier, the man grabbed you by your arm and held you in a chokehold, the stench on him making you gag.

"Everyone is to follow me, right now, or else I'll kill this girl right here and now."

You felt the barrel of the gun pressed to your head and you let out a quiet sob, wanting to cover your face with your hand but being unable to move them.

Peter was watching you the entire time and when he saw tears streaming down your cheeks, rage filled his stomach. It pissed him off that this guy thought that he could touch you however he wanted and threaten people with your life. It made him sick.

"Come on guys. We have to follow him."

Peter was taking charge. All the students followed his lead and they shuffled out of the door, Peter holding up the rear. When he passed you by, he brushed his hand over yours and it filled you with a sense of calm. Peter's jaw was clenched tight and though you were worried about his teeth, you knew he would find some way of rescuing you.

The man dragged you out of the door and pointed the gun at Mrs. Cahn.

"Give the all clear knock. I want everybody in the auditorium. Now!"

Mrs. Cahn did what he said, knocking gently on the window. The English teacher in the room peeked through the blinds and when he saw the students huddled out in the hall, he frowned. When he opened the door and saw you there with a gun to your head, he filed his children out the door and to the auditorium, bringing Mrs. Cahn's kids with her as she helped assisting the man in bringing everybody out.

As soon as he was out of the mans sight, Peter began running. Many students thought to call out to him, tell him he was an idiot and to come back, but they knew that if they had the chance to run, they would too.

But Peter wasn't running home, no. He was just running to a place where nobody would witness him web up to the roof and strip out of his clothes to reveal his suit. Peter had a glare on his face as he pulled the mask down. He had serious business to take care of.

Peter snuck back into the building and immediately climbed to the ceiling. He crawled along the pipes and beams that were available to him and slowly made his way to the auditorium where he swung himself onto the hanging lights. There, he looked over the sprawling seats. Not seeing the man, he moved to the catwalk above the centre of the stage.

You were stumbling along the hallway, trying not to drag your feet. You'd already pressed your watch dial more than three times. Why wasn't your father here? He should have been here by now.

It was still a habit for him to take off his own watch because he didn't want to get grease on it. But he always managed to give you a buzz at lunch and it was most definitely lunch now.

You saw the auditorium doors approach and you mentally prepared yourself. The door was kicked in by the man and your neck was jerked down and up again. The house lights were on and everyone turned to face where you were walking, down the left side isle.

"NOW I WANNA KNOW WHERE SPIDER-MAN IS RIGHT NOW! I KNOW HE LIVES AROUND HERE! I'VE SEEN HIM. COME OUT AND THIS GIRL DOESN'T GET HURT!"

For a drunk man, he walked very sure-footedly and spoke very clearly. This obviously had not been his first time drunk. You pressed your watch one more time, holding for a few seconds and sending out a prayer.

Now you were making your way onto the stage. It was a bit of a struggle trying to get your feet to keep up with your body but you managed a half graceful stumble before falling to your knees. The man harshly grabbed your arm and nearly ripped it out of its socket trying to pull you back up. You let out a loud cry of pain.

"I need Spider-Man's identity. I need him to reveal himself. Or else I'll kill this girl right here and now." The mans voice, now low and dangerous, sent shivers up your spine.

While the man had been walking up, Peter had tapped his communication device to Stark and wrote out a simple message. When he heard your cry of pain, a large wave of anger passed through him once again. Hearing the man's speech and seeing him aim the gun at your head, made Peter do something he never thought to do. Be reckless.

Before your eyes could snap shut at the feeling of the cold metal on your temple, a grunt is heard in your left ear and a loud crumpuling sound made you open your eyes again.

Gasping, you lurched back a good foot. Seeing Spider-Man in the flesh, even in the face of death, star struck you.

He was sat on the mans chest, his arms crossed and looking at you. The eyes in his mask tilted just so it looked like he was expressing concern.

"Are.... you okay?"

A voice, much deeper than you were expecting eminated from the mask and you startled once again.

"I-I-I'm okay. W-What about him?"

You pointed to said man that Spidey was sitting on. Just in time, for the man had thrown Spider-Man off of him. He then grabbed his gun and while Spider-Man had stood up, he had no time to shield himself from the man's aim.

You involuntarily let out a loud scream, as did most of the students. The man loud out his own shout, his in victory. He moved to snatch Peter's mask but before he could pull it off,
Peter pushes against the wall and kicked the man in the stomach.

Peter snatched up the gun that the man had dropped. He aims it at the man, who stays on his knees and holds up his hands. What a wimp. You'd figured he'd be a little more brave but when faced with your own weapon, you figured you'd be terrified again.

Suddenly, the auditorium doors slam open again. Multiple police and S.H.I.E.L.D agents were mixed together, your father leading them in his Iron Man suit.

Spider-Man dropped the gun with a clatter, letting the police get closer to the man. Before your father could get to you, Spider-Man grabbed you around the waist and shot a web to one of the rafters, swinging you to the auditorium doors before leading you outside and shooting one last web up to the roof.

Spider-Man dropped to the roof with a grunt. You were still in his grip so you were laying on your side, Spider-Man as your big spoon.

"We should really do something about your wound. It looked pretty serious and I don't know if it just grazed your or it actually punctured skin. It didn't look like it hit any major places but because I'm not a doctor, I don't-"

In the time that you were talking, Spider-Man had sat up, turned you around and lifted his mask. He proceeded to kiss you, effectively cutting off your nervous babbling. Your lips were left slightly open as you separated.

"I'm so glad you're not hurt. I don't know what I would have done if something happened to you."

Your brow furrowed.

"Peter? Is that you?"

The rest of his head fell in apparent embarrassment and he proceeded to pull his mask off, fluffing out his curls up and around his head in wild disarray.

"I know you were probably expecting someone a lot more, uh, I actually don't know what you were expecting."

You let out a small giggle and quickly pressed your lips to Peter's once again. You had leaned forward and you knocked Peter onto his back. You put your hands in his hair, curling up onto his body.

"This is definitely better than how I wanted to ask you out."

Now it was Peter's turn to stutter and talk nervously.

"You wanted to ask me out?"

You rolled your eyes.

"I mean, I have since middle school but thank you for crushing on me too. It makes this much better."

Peter laughed, rubbing his nose to yours and making you laugh as well.

"Alright Parker, stop macking on my daughter. You're hurt."

At the sound of your fathers vocie, Peter nearly pushed you off of him. You stood, still grinning widely and brushed yourself off before helping Peter up.

"Dad, you totally ruined the moment!"

Peter had shrunken in on himself. Learning that your father was basically his boss made his life so much harder.

"Relax kid, I'm not gonna kill you for dating my daughter. Now I can't promise anything if you do anything to make her unhappy. Because then you have, literally, all the Avengers on your ass."

Peter couldn't decide if that was better or worse news.

You scooped up Peter's mask and pressed a small kiss to his bottom lip before smoothing down his hair and sliding the make on.

"Okay, yeah. You're not allowed to do that in front of me."

You snorted, letting Peter adjust his mask before your father held out his arms for each of you to take one as he flew down from the roof.

In the time you had been on the roof, the whole school had gathered out in the parking lot and an ambulance was there, along with multiple S.H.I.E.L.D. vans and police cars that prevented the press from getting in.

Peter was dropped off near an ambulance and you and your father stood a little ways away, his mask open and his arm around your shoulder, pressing you into his side. The suit was not as uncomfortable as most people would think it was and because it was a typical cold and cloudy New York day, the warmth eminatinf from it was nice.

"Dad, can I go over to him? I have to make it seem like I'm thanking him for saving me."

"Stay close, honey."

You gave your dad a two finger salute. You proceeded to walk over to Peter, flinching away from the antiseptic the medic was trying to apply to Peter's wound. Seeing you come closer, he was distracted and hissed as the liquid burned.

"No worries! It just grazed me," he spoke as you came closer.

"Well," you replied, sitting yourself in the van next to him. "I suppose that's good."

You pulled the shock blanket a medic had put over you earlier closer around your shoulders and Peter even went so far as to throw his arm over your shoulder and pull you into his chest.

"Be careful, Spidey. We do have an audience."

Peter's masked face looked up to see most of the school indeed watching them. He turned to you as the medic walked away to talk to some of her coworkers about if they should bring Peter in or not.

"Well, it's already come out that you're Tony Stark's daughter right? What a better scandal than to include me."

Peter's nose nuzzled your cheek but with the material of his mask covering it, it made the experience much less romantic.

"Ew, never do that again," you spoke, pushing Peter's face away from yours.

The school was let out early for the day and by the time you and Peter had your first date that night in the Tower, every news station was going absolutely insane with your face plastered on the screen, cuddling up to Peter in the back of the ambulance.

You honestly looked like a wreck, your mascara had run from the fake crying you had done ("If your whole family is the Avengers, shouldn't you be used to weapons? Why did you cry when that guy threatened to kill you?" "Oh babe. He definitely would have killed me if I didn't show some kind of reaction.") and the bright orange shock blanket washed you out.

But it was all worth it anyway.