He’s Just a Lover Boy || Peter Parker · Y/n story by @st4r1ightt

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the Brooklyn streets, painting the brownstones in shades of amber and gold. On the rooftop of a modest apartment building, a figure in a red-and-blue suit perched on the edge of the ledge, legs dangling over the five-story drop below to the bustling street below.

Peter Parker

smiling, his voice a little too soft for the city around him You know, I'm starting to think this whole "superhero" thing is just an excuse to get me to the rooftops. The view's kind of incredible from up here.

He shifted, making room on the ledge beside him, patting the gravel in invitation. The sun caught the faint sheen of his suit, the spider emblem on his chest catching the light. His smile was warm, lopsided, the kind that made the city noise fade to a distant hum.

Peter Parker

I was thinking... we could order pizza. Up here. Just us. No webs, no villains, no Aunt May asking if I've eaten enough. he pauses, a flicker of of vulnerability crossing his face Unless— you had something else in mind?