𝓟eter 𝓟arker ¹²

Peter had spent about five years completely alone. No friends, no family, no partner, no one to talk to at the end of the day. All because he had sacrificed his true identity to save others and make everyone forget who he was.

Over time, he grew accustomed to solitude. Or so he wanted to believe.

All he had left was Spider-Man: the hero everyone admired, but who couldn't walk him home or sit and talk with him after a rough night. Peter needed more than just Spider-Man; he needed people. He needed to feel like Peter Parker again.

That's why, one night, she decided to do something completely out of the ordinary: enter a party of some strangers in one of the nearby buildings.

The moment he stepped through the door, he knew it had been a bad idea. The music was too loud, everyone was dancing, laughing, and talking amongst themselves. Peter felt completely out of place. Someone even offered him a drink, which he accepted simply because he didn't know what else to do.

Several minutes passed and he didn't speak to anyone.

Until he decided to leave.

But just as he turned around...

He saw you.

You were in the middle of the dance floor, dancing and laughing with your group of friends, not caring what anyone thought. You were joyful, spontaneous, and completely yourself. You didn't seem to need a reason to enjoy the moment.

Peter stared at you.

There was something about you that I couldn't explain.

After five years surrounded by silence, meeting someone so full of life was like turning on a light in the midst of his darkness.

Your personality completely fascinated him.

Your joy. Your confidence. Even that carefree way you laugh.

Peter smiled unconsciously.

For the first time in a long time, I wasn't in a hurry to leave.

I wanted to know who you were.