It was Friday night and you were sitting with Peter, again, alone, again, in the base living room for the fourth night in a row. Everyone around you was off doing their own thing and you were doing yours. That just so happened to be you sitting on your lazy ass and doing nothing for another consecutive night in a row. You were bored out of your mind and couldn't figure out anything else to do. So, you dug through the box of old movies and picked one that seemed a little entertaining. Well, you were completely wrong.
Halfway through you wanting to stab yourself in the eye with your straw or falling four stories, Peter walked in and asked you what you were up to. You sighed heavily and explained to him the dreaded movie you were watching, warning him about the pain you were undoubtedly putting yourself through. He shrugged his shoulders and plopped down next to you on the couch.
"God this movie is horrible," you interjected into the silence stirring around you and Peter as you sat quietly watching the boring movie.
Peter looked over at you in disbelief before sighing and standing up from his position on the couch, "Sadly, you're right."
You smile at him and get up as well, brushing the invisible dirt off your jeans before reaching over and grabbing the remote, switching the TV off. You clap your hands together loudly, turning to look at Peter in excitement, "So, what should we do instead?"
Peter shoved his calloused hands deep into his pockets and shrugs his broad shoulders, lips pursing in thought, "I have no idea."
Your mouth turns down in a slight frown at his discerning thought and you fold your arms across your chest, pacing around the vacant room. There wasn't much to do on this lonely night, due to the fact it was just you and Peter for the time being. And you could sense it was going to be like that for quite some time tonight. But you didn't mind, being alone with him was something you wished would happen for months, it as like someone was sending you a sign, to try and make a move on hum before anyone else did.
As you paced, your eyes downcasted to the blue carpeted blue beneath your bare feet, your thoughts driving through the ideas of what could possibly entertain you at this moment in time. Your eyes moved up and across the room, looking vacantly at the surroundings while Peter's back faced you and is figure wandered across the room as well in thought.
As your Y/E/C scaled over to his figure, you admired his slightly curled, messy brown hair that looked as if he'd bee playing with it all day. His blue sweater clung tightly to his figure underneath and your eyes wandered to the back muscles seen poking through the fabric of his sweater. You smiled to yourself in deep thought, eyes then casting down to his hand, which was balled into fist. Narrowing your orbs, you watched his fist clench and then un-clench in deep thought, taking the veins that popped up underneath the opening of his sweater into account.
Fuck, you never realized how strong and cut Peter could look in a damn sweater. Of course you knew how ripped he was when you 'accidentally' walked in on him lifting weights in the workout room last week. You were pretty sure your drool had become evident that day when Peter smirked at your obvious staring. You were pretty sure you weren't that strong, and one of your powers was super strength. How strong is Peter compared to you? You both had a power of super-strength, but who was the more forceful? There's no way he could-
That's it.
As your mind ripped away from your wandering thoughts and sudden idea, you ran over and stepped your attention right on front of Peter. His head popped up from the floor to meet yours in a sudden trap, his brown eyes glazing with curiosity as his eyebrows raised.
Your hands placed themselves on your hips and you brightly smiled before letting out your risky idea, "Let's arm wrestle," the words rolled off your tongue in a daring way, eyebrows raising as well in favor of the idea.
Peter's arms folded over his chest at your thought, pink lips turning up into a slight smirk as he noticed your confident and enlightened demeanor. He didn't want to hurt you, okay? He knew one of your powers was super-strength, just like his, but he could lift a trailer with his bare hands. He didn't want to sound cocky, but he was pretty sure you could lift the couch with yours. (lmao peter u asshole).
So, he sighed heavily and stared in your eyes with a snarky look before mumbling out some lame, overused, egotistical, excuse, "Look, Y/N," he started, reaching over and laying his carved hand on top of your shoulder in a fragile way. Your pulse tightened with anger and your eyes narrowed in annoyance as your shot your head down to look at his hand on your shoulder.
"I don't think this is a good idea," he continued, his head tilting to the side slightly in regret for you, which made something in your brain click, causing your body to heat up and your blood begin to boil.
Your body tightened underneath Peter's ego filled figure, jaw tightening at his sappy way to tell you how much better he was than you, "And why's that?" you forcefully shot back, your hand reaching up to quickly shove Peter's off your shoulder. His head jolted back slightly at your actions and opened his mouth cockily, moving his jaw from side to side in complete shock at your overwhelming confidence about this.
Peter folded his arms back across his chest and and rolled back and forth on the balls of his New Balance adorned feet before speaking cockily, "You see, I can catch a forty-thousand pound bus with my bare hands, and you caught what the other day? A falling cat?" he reached up and tucked his hand behind his ear, signaling for you to speak up and clarify yourself.
"I saved a falling cat, okay? I caught that forty-thousand pound bus with you, jackass! Who do you think was on the other side?" you sassed back, throwing your hands up in the air as Peter knew he had ignited something in you that he loved seeing.
His demeanor flashed back to seriousness and he stuck his hand out in front of your, eyes sparkling as he was ready to take the challenge, "Deal. I'll do it," he said, his large hand vacant of yours for a few seconds.
Your competitiveness got the best of you before your smirked at him, eyes gleaming with anticipation as your reached to grasp his hand in a fair shake, "De-"
But before you could touch his hand in favor, he jerked back slightly and turned his head to the side and his lips curled into an evil smile, "But wait, let's make a deal."
You shrugged, mind wandering with thoughts on what he was going to say in favor of himself to win. Shrugging your shoulders in fairness, you urged him to go on. But, with the way his brown eyes gazed into yours, and his barely taller figure scaled yours at his seemingly inched closer to you, something in the pit of your stomach told you this wasn't going to be good.
"If you win, you get to do whatever favor you desire, but if I win, you have to kiss me."
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As you anxiously across from Peter, your brain was giving off signals as to what you would do if he did win this. And honestly, you had no fucking idea. His bet was pretty solid, allowing you to do anything to him in favor of winning, but his side was a deal breaker. You didn't know if your heart could stand the anticipation Peter would give you as his lips captured yours in a victory kiss.
"Ready?" Peter asked you, snapping you out of your losing thoughts back to reality. His right hand was up on the table in position, waiting for yours next to it.
Before you answered Peter, you scaled his muscled arms, your body pushing you to do so in a guilty, hormone-crazed way before beginning the match. His sleeve had been pushed up to his elbow, arms veins popping out in every direction as it stood still on the table. Your mouth watered at the drool-worthy veins as your arm subconsciously set itself next to his on the table.
You sighed deeply, eyes switching from regret to game mode as you locked a stare with him, both sets of mouths turned up as you muttered into his intent stare, "Ready as I'll ever be," the attempted cockiness dripping off your tongue like venom in the heated and nerve-wracking situation.
Your reached forward and clasped your right hand with his and instantly felt the heat and sparks ignite, dancing up and down your arm in a trembling way. You both attempted to push the ignited feeling to the back of your minds for the time being and clamped down on one another's hands.
"Go!" you muttered quickly, arm instantly flexing at the sudden movement of strength between both your bodies. You felt the intense pressure on your hand and instinctively pushed back harder against Peter's hand.
Your gazes never separated as soon as the match started, the deep, captivating brown hit against your glistening, intoxicating Y/E/C and two worlds became one in the intense situation. You could sense your strength slipping in the moment as Peter's arm began to hang over yours slightly in a winning way.
Push, push, push, your brain yelled at you over and over again in the front of your mind. You felt your teeth grind against each other in a tight feeling, your jaw tightening at the perception of you losing this game.
Peter felt the sweat beads began to forms across the top of his forehead as the heated, sweaty feeling of your hands being pushed together at great strengths started to ignite. His mind only focused on the feeling of his your sweet, glorious lips being placed on his after his win. He didn't care who was stronger, he just wanted to get a rise out of you. He could sense the heat flooding between your bodies once he got that kiss, your nervous energy radiating off him in a way he couldn't explain, as he would gently grab your face in his hand and pull you towards him in a searing kiss.
Your mind focused on beating Peter, because you couldn't take the obnoxiousness of his mouth blurting out every other victory word he could find in the dictionary. Your mind transferred to your hand, your strength growing as you felt your hand squeeze Peter's harder, your arm becoming over his in defeat.
He sensed his arm limping on him as your face grew wider and wider with every second his strength began to fail, and yours began to blossom. Victory took over your demeanor as you witnessed Peter's arms lay limp on the table underneath yours. His eyes looked down in misery as you leaped out of your chair and threw your hands up in the air.
"I WON! I FUCKING BEAT YOUR ASS SPIDER BOY! WOOHOO!"
Peter got up in defeat, his lips turning into a smile as your happy and glorious win took over your body in a leaping way. Your eyes turned back around to meet Peter's a guilty yet snarky way as you let out a breath of air from your screaming.
Peter knocked his knuckles against the table and inched closer to you, spreading his across the air in front of you, "Congratulations, you won. What's your favor of desire?" he questioned, a smirk displayed across his face.
A deep sigh emitted from your body as you inched closer to Peter's figure, eyes scaling him as your brain wracked for options to plant on the boy in front of you. But, your mean, sneaky desires to cast on him were suddenly vanished as your original and heartfelt thoughts took over as you leaned over and whispered in Peter's ear confidently, "My desire is for you to claim the win and your reward."
