PETER PARKER
Flashback

I sat on the roof of the building that Fury had yelled at me in. He wants me to step up, be the next Ironman, get myself together. But I'm just the friendly neighborhood Spiderman. I'm not the man the world needs me to be.

I cradled my knees to my chest and sobbed into them, my arms wrapping around myself protectively. I jumped up as I felt a warm hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, Peter," Quentin Beck greeted me with a sad smile. My face heated up when I realized that he was watching me cry. I rubbed my cheeks in a hurry and cleared my throat awkwardly

"H-hey," I silently cursed myself for stuttering.

He sat down next to me and raised my chin so that our eyes could lock. I gazed into the swirls of his sparkling, deep blue eyes and got lost in the irises. "Don't let him get to you," he told me, caressing the side of my face with his large hand. "I bet he's just jealous a sixteen year old kid is stronger than him," he chuckled.

I blushed and subconsciously leaned into his touch. "There's no way I could beat the Nick Fury in a fight," I mumbled.

He grinned down at me and shook his head, "you don't know your own strength, do you?"

I broke our eye contact, not knowing how to respond. Now he brought both of his hands to cup my cheeks, brushing away the wetness on my face from crying. "Never doubt yourself. You're so much more extraordinary than you think, Peter."

"I seriously doubt that, I said honestly. "I'm not cut out to be who everyone wants. I'm not good enough for this." My eyes teared up again even though I tried to stop them, "I'm never going to be good enough. I'm pathetic, I don't know what Mr Stark was thinking when he chose me. I mean, just look at me," I laughed bitterly and motioned at my appearance.

Red faced and swollen eyes from crying, torn suit from fighting the Elementals, messy hair from running my fingers through it in distress a dozen times. I shifted in embarrassment. I didn't want to look unattractive in front of the man before me.

"You're gorgeous," he breathed in a deep voice, wiping away the freshly formed tears, "everything about you is. Not just your smooth skin,  beautiful smile and puppy dog eyes. But especially the heart in your chest that's too big for your own good."

My breathing hitched as his intimidating gaze looked down at me.

He thinks I'm pretty?

My face turned a fierce shade of cherry red. "I- ah," I stuttered, "I think you're handsome too."

He grinned down at me with a wide smile, "thank you, Spiderman."

I stared up at him in adoration. In that moment, I forgot about all of my problems. Fury, MJ, the Elementals- even Mr Stark. I lost all of my worries and doubts in the depth of his alluring orbs.

His face cleaned closer to mine as my heart sped up. My eyes squeezed shut as I anticipated the feeling of his warm lips on mine. "Peter," he called, forcing me to open my eyes as he murmured the words I needed to hear so desperately for so long.

"You are good enough," he emphasized every word he spoke, tracing his thumb over my bottom lip distractedly. "I don't care what anyone else says, and neither should you. Never mind Nick Fury. What does he know, anyway?"

I shook my head in a daze, staring at his lips that I craved to crash mine against. "Dunno."

He leaned in and I got excited, awaiting the kiss my body was yearning for. When I felt his lips press against my forehead, I almost swooned.

"Goodnight, Spidey," he smirked, caressing my cheek one more time before he disappeared into the night.

I sighed as I watched him go. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe him so badly it almost hurt. I froze at our previous interactions.

Did we almost kiss... why did I want us to?

Suddenly, I thought about MJ guiltily. I liked her. A lot. But the way I felt about her was nothing compared to the heavy feeling in my chest when Beck caressed my cheek, warm lips taunting me like an invitation. What was wrong with me?

I need to know what's going on. And that's why I jumped down and chased him in the dark night. My webs shot from building to building as I ran, well, swung after him. The sticky substance shot in his direction and wrapped around his muscular arm as I pulled him back. He looked at me, raising an eyebrow in question as I stared back at him, wide eyed and speechless.

What had I planned on saying, exactly?

"Um- I wanted to, uh," I stuttered uncomfortably, "what I meant to- what I wanted to-" I paused, scared of rejection. Sure, the way he touched me did taunt me in a flirty and suggestive manner, but what if that was all in my head? What if he rejects me?

"Everything okay, Parker?" he asked me, looking down at my webs in suspicion. "These are stronger than you'd think." He chuckled, "normal spiderwebs are fragile and tear easily."

I smiled in return. "Perks of being a superhero I suppose," I said stupidly.

"So why exactly am I tied up, again?" he spoke slowly, obviously waiting for me to explain myself.

"Oh, right- sorry!" I blushed, dashing toward him and breaking the webs apart with ease. "There you go," I looked down before peering up at him and heart beating rapidly in my chest when I realized just how close we were.

He smirked down at me and ran his hand down my arm. "Impressive," he noted, dragging his hand to my own and intertwining our fingers as I stared at him, awestruck. "What is it?" he asked softly. I couldn't tear my eyes away as I froze and appreciated the feeling of his body so close to mine. The words got caught in my mouth as I stood there, utterly and completely speechless.

He shook his head and let out a deep chuckle. I could almost feel his chest rumbling against mine and I desperately wanting to obliterate the distance between us.

"You're adorable," he laughed and brought his other hand to trace a digit over my bottom lip as I turned my head to the side shyly so he couldn't see my blush. But I knew he could still see it anyway. "If you wanted to kiss me so badly, you could've just said so."

I swallowed down whatever pride I had left and brought my lips against his. He didn't even hesitate, not at all. He gripped my waist and pulled me closer so that my body was completely against his. There was nothing urgent or aggressive about the kiss. It was sweet and loving and left me craving more. His tongue dipped over my bottom lip, asking for my permission for entrance. And who was I to say no?

Our tongues met each other passionately. My arms wrapped around his neck lazily as I moaned a little when he pulled away, just to place soft kisses against my neck and jawline. I panted when he pulled away from me completely, chasing after him a little but stopping when he placed his hand against my chest.

"We'll continue this next time," he murmured, ruffling my hair as I pouted. "Can't give you my all tonight. It's more fun to tease you so you'll beg for more."

I blushed and pulled away completely, muttering some spiteful insult that I clearly didn't mean, but he laughed at it anyway.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Spiderman."

And with that, he was gone.

I wasn't quite sure what this all meant, but I did know that I couldn't get enough. The feel of him against me left me craving more just like he said. I'm not that experienced when it comes to love, but if this is what it feels like, there's no way I'm just letting it go.

MJ made me smile and laugh, and she was a cute girl. Beautiful, even. She was smart and nice even though it was in a depressing and a little odd kind of manner, but I liked her nonetheless. But she didn't get my blood pumping and heart thumping in my chest like the way Quentin just did. The way he just made me feel was absolutely indescribable.

I decided to walk back to the hotel my class was staying in rather than swinging. And as I made my way back there, the longing smile never once left my face. I didn't know when or how or why I even wanted it in the first place- but Quentin Beck, Mysterio, was going to become a big part of my life. Not because we had to defeat the Elementals, Fury, work purposes or anything else other than the fact that I needed to feel whatever he just got me feeling a few minutes ago.

I couldn't just let something so perfect go to waste.

And it was so much better than any regular relationship because he actually understood me more than anyone like MJ ever could. He got the fears, doubts and how being a superhero felt. People were always depending on you to be perfect. You weren't allowed to make mistakes. You always had to get back up when you fell.

You're required to save everyone else, even when you can't save yourself in the process. Maybe I was just being a naive, inexperienced teenager- I probably was. But there's no way in hell that you can tell me the way I just felt was fake. Anyone in my position would feel the exact same way.

Mysterio was someone I could trust. Someone who would never let me down, help me get back up, forgive me on the days that I wasn't so perfect. I've gotten so used to saving everyone else, but maybe he could save me.

After all, what could possibly go wrong?