prompt: you have the power to attain anyone's abilities with hand contact for a limited time; imagine your confusion when the following series of events happens after holding hands with your best friend.

warnings: none

notes: are headcannons suppose to be this lengthy? i hope you enjoy nonetheless :,)

edited: 7/11
words: 1338

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𖤐 the moment you knew your best friend wasn't so normal was on the day you mustered up the courage to hold his hand

𖤐 it's not like you have trouble with holding hands; you're an affectionate person in general. you gave hugs out like it was candy to your friends! well, all except to peter (to his dismay)

𖤐 something about sharing skin contact with peter makes your brain short circuit, it was really beyond your understanding

𖤐 okay, okay. maybe it has to deal with the fact that you have a teeny tiny crush on parker, but you weren't about to admit that out loud

𖤐 anyways

𖤐 soon came lunchtime, gracing you with the chance to do what you wanted to do. you felt yourself buzzing with-excitement? anxiety? nausea? there was no telling as you took your usual spot next to peter

𖤐 did he even want to hold your hand? should you ask for consent before going for it? oh god. now you're over thinking everything

𖤐 only if you knew peter just about to combust as he waited for the day you'd finally hold his hand as well. i mean, come on. you held michelle's hand first? over him?

𖤐 peter's face turned into a pout just thinking about it, wondering if you didn't feel comfortable around him enough. and that terrified him deeply

𖤐 but all his worries melted away when he felt a small tap on his hands. the way his face lit up when he caught sight of your open palm- offering your hand to him- was the most enduring thing anyone could ever see

𖤐 holy crap you're actually holding peter's hand? he didn't turn down your offer? and they were so soft, just like you imagined them to be!

𖤐 you were thrilled! you could feel your hand growing warm, nerves vibrating as the warmth spread up your arm and throughout your body.

𖤐 one minute you felt like you were on the top of the world-like you could do anything-and then the best you felt like you've been hit by a train. why was the room so loud?

𖤐 you had no choice but to let go of peter's hand, the boy looking to you with a hint of disappointment (worry overruling), your free hand massaging your temple with a frown
"y/n? what's the matter? are you okay?"

𖤐 you mouth parted with confusion, their voices sounding way too loud to your liking as you sputtered out the best excuse "yeah, it's just a headache. no biggie."

𖤐 the trio watched with equal confusion as you abruptly got up, practically jogging out the cafeteria with your hands cupped over your ears. next thing he knew it, peter was falling in your footsteps, his sixth nudging him to follow you.

𖤐 you desperately twisted your lock, frustration growing as you somehow got your combination code wrong- god, out of all the times to get a raging headache it's when you're holding pete's hand?

𖤐 giving it one last try, you slowly twisted the knob in a numerical pattern, sighing with relief when you heard the familiar click of the lock opening.

𖤐 and just when you thought luck was on your side, the locker's door pops off it's hinges, and into your hand. your mouth drops. "y/n??!"

𖤐 practically jumping out of your skin, you quickly turn around to see peter mirroring your reaction, your hand loosening it's hold on the locker- oh, wow, won't you look at that! it's stuck to your hand now.

𖤐 "your uhm. . locker is-"

𖤐 "yeah, yeah. this thing was pretty old, and it finally gave up on me." cue the nervous laughter

𖤐 you watched with pursed lips as peter's knowing eyes flicked down to the locker still in your clutch. and now that you're thinking of it-no. no. there's no way. there's no way this was because of peter freaking parker!

𖤐 now the two of you were in the middle of a stare off, both waiting for the other to confess their secret that wasn't so secret anymore.

𖤐 peter crosses his arms as he watches you attempt to shake your hand free of the locker, knowing all to well that the attempt was futile "are you going to let it go, or,,,?"

𖤐 "no, I think I should dispose of it properly, y'know? so there won't be any accidents or. . . something."

𖤐 or something?

𖤐 "I could just throw it for you, since you still haven't dealt with your headache."

𖤐 you tried pulling your hand away from his reach, but he had already latched onto the metal, tugging on it only to have you hand follow suit.

𖤐 "you can't let go, can you?"

𖤐 "no, I cannot."

𖤐 "you've got some explaining to do" you both say at the same time, a look of confusion written on both of your faces

𖤐 "me? you're the one having the same symptoms I did back when I was bit by the radioactive spider-"

𖤐 "radioactive spider?! you got bit by a radioactive spider and didn't tell anyone?!"

𖤐 "it's not a topic anyone can exactly bring up, y/n!"

𖤐 "I'm only like this because I held your hand!"

𖤐 ???

𖤐 after the mini blow up, you both spent the rest of lunch sitting against the lockers, telling each other their most secret of secrets

𖤐 you can't believe out of all people you decided to hold hands with, it was spider-man. now that you think about it, it does make sense with how often peter's late to class or why he leaves so early

𖤐 "so. . . how long does this usually last?"

𖤐 "i'm not sure. the last time this happened it lasted more than two hours."

𖤐 "this has happened before?"

𖤐 "don't ask."

𖤐 peter was never one to pry into people's business, so he opted for what he did best; offer to be by your side every step of the way. god. why was he so perfect? would it be wrong to hold his hand again?

𖤐 you didn't even have to ask when his hand slipped into your free one, the notion calming your nerves within seconds

𖤐 apparently his abilities fluctuates with emotion-the locker unsticking from your hand in the next, dropping to the floor with a loud clutter

𖤐 not wanting to cause anymore commotion than you did just now, you and peter decided to skip the rest of the day using your "headache" as an excuse

𖤐 back at your place, peter explains everything he knows about his abilities and what they pertain to, but most of the time you didn't really listen and just messed around with his sticking ability

𖤐 somehow, you managed to get yourself on the ceiling, now dangling by your feet as peter watched with crossed arms "dude, this totally makes me part-time spider-man"

𖤐 peter allows a breathy laugh escape from him, holding out his arms just in case you decide to fall "no, it makes you a copycat. now get down from there before you get hurt."

𖤐 you looked down at him with a blank face, making sure to make it a point that his joke was ineffective "that was lame."

𖤐 "you're lame."

𖤐 with not a second to spare, your ability runs dry, your feet unsticking from the ceiling; plummeting you to the ground and on to peter.

𖤐 your face flushed with heat at the feeling of his chest vibrating with laughter, wrapping his arms around you as you groaned with embarrassment

𖤐 "not. a word."