Summary: It’s your first anniversary and Peter wants to buy you a nice gift. But he doesn’t really have much money, plus his bad luck seems to make everything worse. He didn’t know that you’ll love his crappy presents anyway.
Peter dugged through the contents of his backpack that he had scattered on the alley. Someone must’ve stolen his wallet while he was doing his Spider-man duties. The wallet with $50, the money that Peter had been saving for your 1 year anniversary gift.
He knew $50 is not much. Especially compared to the gifts everyone at school bought for their s/o. But that’s pretty much the best he can do. And now it’s gone.
Peter cursed himself for not webbing his backpack higher. He should’ve known someone would take it. Its actually a miracle that the thief only took his wallet. At least his phone is safe, since he brought it with him. He really didn’t want to trouble May further by asking for a new phone.
Grabbing his pants, he rummaged through its pocket to find two crumpled 5 dollar bills. Peter gasped in delight. He should be able to buy you flowers and your favorite chocolate.
Thanking the heavens, Peter hurriedly put on his clothes and left for the grocery store. He’s supposed to be at your apartment in another 15 minutes.
Telling himself that he’d do better next year, Peter placed a box of your favorite chocolate and a bouquet of tulips on the counter. For now, that’s all he can give you.
The boy working the cashier was giving him his 60 cent change, when there’s a shatter of glass from the store next door. Running with your gifts in his hand, Peter let out a frustrated sigh when he saw the masked robbers.
Good thing he’s still wearing the suit underneath. Peter managed to web the robbers before they escaped.
“Man you’re really ruining my night.” He grumbled to the robbers before scurrying behind the dumbster where he left his clothes and stuff at.
When he saw the state of your gifts, Peter surpressed the need to scream in frustration. He must’ve thrown his backpack onto them too hard when he’s scrambling out of his clothes.
Now your chocolate box is crushed and so is the bouquet. Figuring there’s nothing he can do to fix it, Peter took the 3 tulips that are not squashed and walked dejectedly to your apartment.
Of course it started raining, thanks to his Parker’s luck. It had chosen the worst day to strike though. Now Peter looks like a drenched rat, holding an equally as drenched saggy flower, and a crushed box of chocolate, trying not to cry as he knocked on your door.
You opened the door with a huge grin which faded away to concern when you saw his state.
“Peter? What happened?” You noticed how his eyes were red and glassy, obviously holding back tears. “Are you okay?”
Hearing your voice, Peter’s bottom lip quivered and few tears escaped his eyes. He’s sure you think he looks pathetic right now. Hell, he knows he looks pathetic.
“I’m sorry.” Peter sniffled, looking down at his soaked sneakers. You’re about to ask him why he’s saying sorry when Peter starts rambling.
“I tried to buy you something nice for our anniversary. But then someone stole my wallet which had all my savings. Well it’s kinda my fault. So I can only buy you something from the money I had on my pocket. But now it’s ruined too because I had to fight these robbers. And then it started raining.”
Peter lifted his face to look at you as he defeatedly offered you his gift.
“Oh Peter! I love it!”
“Wha- wh..what? You- you love it?” Peter spluttered. You took your gifts from his hands and pulled him into your warm apartment.
“Yes I love it Peter!” You hugged him tightly despite how soaked he is. “Thank you.”
“So you’re… you’re not dissapointed.” Peter asked as you put the tulips in a vase.
“Why would I be? Having you here is all that matters.” You looked at his red-rimmed eyes and sighed.
“I don’t care how expensive or how many stuff you get me, Peter. I won’t even care if you didn’t give me anything. I’m just glad you’re here.”
“Really?” Peter squeaked, looking at you with hopeful eyes.
You chuckled as you rolled your eyes, then stepping forward to then plant a quick kiss on Peter’s lips. “Yes, Peter. Really.”
You grabbed his arm to push him into the direction of your bathroom. “And you should really get out of those wet clothes. Take a warm shower, you’re shivering. I’ll find you some clothes. Now hurry up, we have your new lego to build.”
“You bought me a lego set?!”
“Yeah, don’t complain that it’s expensive.” You glared at him before he even opened his mouth. Peter raised his hands in surrender.
“I was not going to!”
“Yes, you were!”
Peter smiled softly as you practically shoved him into the bathroom. “I love you, Y/N,” he said giving you a peck on your lips before closing the bathroom door.
“Love ya too Peter! Hurry up or I’ll finish building it myself!” You yelled shuffling to the pillow fort you made for cuddling with Peter.
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