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Description: the title really says all, your boyfriend Peter gets jealous when an old friend comes into town.

"I can't believe Coach Wilson made us run one. Whole. Mile." You groaned, fiddling the combination on your locker

"Oh come on Y/n, it wasn't that bad." Your boyfriend Peter chuckled, resting his back on the locker next to you.

"Easy for you to say," you muttered, before leaning in to whisper, "Spidey."

"Y/n!" Peter leaned in, shushing you quickly, frantically looking around the empty hallway for anybody who could've heard. "You know one day somebody's going to hear you." Peter grumbled, as you fished out the books you'd need for homework.

"And what would happen if somebody did hear me babe? Huh? What would you do then?" You teased, coyly cocking your head to the side.

"Well then you'd need some punishment," Peter growled, taking his lips to the crook of your neck.

"Humph Mr. Parker, Ms. L/n, not in school please," a grouchy old teacher reprimanded as they scanned the hallway.

Peter flushed bright red as he removed his lips. "We'd better head home then."

"Fine by me," you scoffed, grabbing his hand, making a beeline for the exit. "So I was thinking... movie morning tomorrow." You suggested.

"Movie morning? Is that even a thing?" Peter laughed at your idea, as the two of you headed for the subway.

"Well I would say movie-night, but Saturdays nights are your busiest." You retorted, defending your idea.

"I-I-I'm sorry, you know I want to. And God how I feel so bad that I can't spend my evenings with y-" Peter mumbled, clearly distraught by the fact that he spends the majority of his time keeping Queens safe, rather then with you.

"Peter." You cut him off, placing a hand on his chest, "I was kidding. You can miss as many movie nights as you have to, because you're out there kicking ass, risking your life for strangers," you said sweetly as the two of you stepped off the platform onto the newly arrived train.

You and Peter were in the middle of an avid conversation about which Star Wars movie was the best, when someone brushed shoulders with you. Instinctively you turned around to apologise, "I'm sorry, sir- Elliot?" You asked, peering into the face of the man, or boy, rather who bumped into you. You noticed the way his nose gently sloped in a familiar manner, his eyes were spaced apart just like the ones you'd looked at for years. "Elliot is that you?" Peter raised his head, looking around for the supposed 'Elliot'.

"Y/n! Oh God it's you?!" Elliot questioned excitedly, wrapping his arms around you. "I haven't seen you in years!"

"Geez it must have been what?... three years."

"Yeah, that's right! Three years ago, at my going away party... when you told me you loved me." Peter was only vaguely paying attention, but once Elliot said that, his head snapped up, body tensed.

"...I'd, uh, forgotten about that." Your cheeks turn a deep colour of beet, fingering for Peter's hand trying to calm him down. "So you're back?" You quickly changed the subject.

"Yeah, I'm back!" Elliot held his hands out in triumph. "Listen let's catch up. Are you free right now?"

"Yeah, but actuall-"

"Perfect, I'll come over."

"Well I was coming over already," Peter defended, crossing his arms. "Peter," he said extending his hand.

"Elliot."

"I though you had the internship," you whispered to your boyfriend, confused at the sudden change of plans.

"What internship?" Elliot piped up, leaning in towards the two of you.

"Oh... uh... Peter has an internship with Tony Stark."

"Oh..." Elliot trailed off. "That's uh, that's cool."

"Well Mr. Stark won't mind if I miss one day... it is a Friday afternoon Queens shouldn't be-work shouldn't be too rough."

A few awkward minutes later the subway stopped, and the three of you piled out. The walk to your home was only a block, so you reached the door quickly. Once the it opened, Peter flopped down on your sofa, grabbing you by the waist, pulling you on top of him. His fingers tickled your torso, causing a large giggle to escape your lips.

"Peter stop it! That tickles!"

"Sorry babe, not happening." Peter sighed, but eventually released you, kissing your nose.

"Oh... I hadn't realised you two were, um-" Elliot coughed, and you and Peter looked at him, forgetting he was there.

"Yeah. Peter and I have been dating for just over two years," you smiled down at the boy you loved, kissing him again. You then got up to grab refreshments for the three of you. Sitting back down, you settled into the crook of Peter's arm.

"So Elliot, are you going to tell me why you came back?"

"Dad's work. I mean, the same reason we left." Elliot explained. "After he was transferred-"

"I'm gonna grab one of my hoodies okay? God it was cold today," Peter interrupted, getting up and walking over to your room, where you kept a stash of his sweatshirts for wearing. Pulling out one with the Midtown Tech emblem on it, Peter headed back to where you and Elliot where talking.

"...listen I was actually on my way to your apartment today. To tell you... to tell you that I still love you." Elliot spoke, as Peter stayed secreted behind the hallway wall.

"Still? When did you ever love me?"

"I've always loved you. And when you told me you felt the same way... it broke my heart Y/n. I mean, do you still feel that way?"

"Elliot, I'm with Peter, I love Peter."

"You loved me once... maybe you could love me again?" Elliot smirked, and Peter peeked around the wall to see Elliot leaning into his girlfriend's lips.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Peter yelled, storming into the room.

"Pete I swear, I didn't-"  you begin, but are cut off by Peter hitting Elliot right in the nose. His super strength causes it to start spurting out blood, a large cracking sound signifying the breaking of a bone. "Oh my gosh!" You yelled, reaching for Elliot. "Peter!"

"I... I don't know what... I did." Peter sighed, guiltily looking at a seething Elliot, before cradling his hand, staring at it.

"What the hell's your problem man?" Elliot screamed, his head facing the sky, hand tending to the bloody mess on his face.

"What's my problem? You tried to kiss my girlfriend!" Peter's tone changed instantly from guilty to angry like that. "And you didn't stop him," he looked at you, hurt.

"Peter I wasn't gonna let him kiss me!" You said, grabbing an ice pack from the freezer, and some paper towels. "Here," you handed them to Elliot.

"Thanks," he grumbled, "And you don't have to sound so sure about that whole 'not kissing me' front."

"Yes she does! She is dating me." Peter growled, clutching your hand.

"Woah, woah, woah, I have to? You are not my keeper Peter Parker!"

"So you think it's fine to go around kissing ex-lovers while you're dating me?"

"He's not my ex-lover, I had a crush on him three years ago!"

"You told me you loved me three years ago!"

"I was fourteen I didn't know what love was!"

"While I can show you!"

"I already have!"

The three of you interrupted each other, voices overlapping until finally, you yelled "ENOUGH! Both of you are acting like children. Elliot, do you need to go to the hospital?"

"Well it wouldn't hurt."

"I have to go, I've got... the internship." Peter grumbled, tearing off the sweatshirt he "borrowed".

"I thought you said you weren't working today?" Elliot asked.

"Well it just gets busier as the night progresses. Y/n I'll stop by when I'm done," Peter's voice was low and husky in frustration.  He kissed the top of your head, as you kept your eyes focused on the ground.

"But Pete," he paused in the doorframe, looking back at you, eyes finally met, "don't do anything stupid... be safe. Please." He nodded his head, before leaving.

It was almost midnight when you saw a blue and red arm reach through your window, easily pushing it all the way up. In popped a masked Spidey, panting and tired. Pulling off his mask to reveal a sweaty Peter, he slowly walked over to where you lay awake in bed. Kneeling down so your eyes were at the same height, Peter finally spoke. "Hi."

"Hi Peter." You slowly reached up to press the little metallic spider on his chest, allowing the suit to fall back, revealing his chiselled and glistening abs. Shaking the remainder of the suit off, leaving him in nothing but boxers, Peter climbed into your bed, as was the custom.

"Is Elliot okay?" He whispered, careful not to wake up your family.

"He'll be fine... but Peter, baby, you have to understand; I wasn't gonna kiss him. I love you," you stroked his cheek gently, causing a slow smile to form on his lips.

"I'm so sorry. I just got angry, I never meant to hurt anyone." Peter breathed, not looking you in the eye, instead focusing his attention on your hair, lightly moving it behind your shoulder.

"I know Pete, I know. But you don't have to get jealous."

"I wasn't jeal-"  Peter started, but was cut of by a knowing look from you. "Okay I was jealous."

"But you don't have to be." You said, wiggling your body closer, so your pyjama clad top was against his chest. "You know why? Because I am all. Yours." You whispered, tucking your head in to kiss your beautiful boyfriend, who in turn secured your body tightly against his, kissing you back fervently.