Marvel Imagines

Peter Parker ➳ 3 A.M. Messages

You were in love with Peter Parker, the one and only, Spiderman. Ever since he had joined the Avengers, you wanted to be with him. But, you were settled in the friend zone. He either didn't notice you had feelings for him or he didn't want you to be more than just friends.

Every time you spotted him in corridors or have a little conversation with him, you have that weird feeling in your chest until you couldn't help it anymore. You decided to type away your feelings, but not send it.

Unlocking your phone, you entered the chat room between you and Peter and started tapping on the black letters, forming words, then phrases, then clauses that eventually turned into sentences. And with every word typed, you threw in some sarcastic notes or sassy comments in between the lines. You weren't going to really send it, so why not?

By the time you were done, You felt tired from the long day you spent and really dizzy from staring at the bright screen that illuminated its brightness on your face.

"Hm? It's night already?" You muttered, yawning before averting your attention back to what you typed when your eyes flickered to the corner of your phone to check the clock.

"Three a.m. already?!" You thought, eyes wide after deciding to go to sleep.

Before turning off your phone, you set it on the nightstand next to your bed. Your fingers slightly brushed the screen, but you didn't give it much of a thought and pressed the turn off button. You had already drifted to your own slumber when you phone was showered with notifications.

The next day, you and Natasha were assigned to a mission about retrieving an important USB that had been stolen during a fight. As you were walking to the Avengers meeting room, you passed by a few of your friends, greeting them on your way to the meeting room. But oddly enough, they were all happy with big smiles on their faces. It felt a little weird since the atmosphere had always been serious.

The meeting room was filled with sunshine, unicorns and stickers emitted by its occupants. You took a seat next to Clint as Tony began to fill you with what you needed from information. Throughout the meeting, giggles escaped Steve's lips, Clint wiggled his brows whenever he faced you, Bruce shook his head, smiling to himself, Thor smiled sweetly at you while propping his head using his palms and Natasha smiled every some minutes while paying attention to Tony.

You smiled along, thinking, "It must be a happy day-"

"Alright! Meeting's over!" Tony announced before hauling you up by your arms. "Now go on with your mission," he ordered, shoving the data files in you hands. "And have fun!" He smiled forcing you out of the room before shutting the door in your face.

"What about-" Clint opened the door, kicked Natasha out, and slammed the door again, locking it this time. "-Natasha.."

During the mission Natasha's smile never left her lips despite the fact that she was punching, jabbing and knocking off agents from the opposing side. "So," she started, breaking the silence even though it wasn't silent since those masked agents were crying their battle cries and plummeting to their own deaths, "someone's got a crush." She smirked, punching another agent.

"Wha-" Your eyes widened. "I don't know what you're talking about." You protested, kicking an agent off his feet and thumping another's face with your fist.

At that remark, Natasha just rolled her eyes while slamming two heads together.

"Okay," you sighed, thwacking the back of someone's knees with a broken pipe, "I have a crush on Peter," you confessed, entering a room that contained the USB when Natasha unlocked its door, "but don't tell anybody."