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Poppy (Peter Parker x Reader [FEDA])

I had a really bad moment last night, so this didn’t get written until an hour ago. Better late than never, right? I don’t think I’m going to make up yesterday’s, though, so here’s day 6 of @spidermanfeda ! It’s a bit longer, I think. Enjoy!

Summary: Peter finds himself in the middle of a pet shop, but it isn’t until he meets (Y/N) that he understands why.

Warnings: There is a lot (I mean a LOT) of talk about spiders. Facts and descriptions. So if you have severe arachnophobia, I advise that you don’t read this. I know that sounds redundant considering this is a Spiderman fic, but you have been warned. (Let me know if you need anything else tagged. I want you to feel comfortable reading my work.)

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Peter didn’t know exactly why he was stood in the middle of a pet shop. All he did know is that something had lured him inside.

He holds tightly to the strap of his bag, the zipper tightly secured to conceal the blue and red hoodie inside along with an array of bandages and alcohol wipes. He was only just trying to figure out the extent of his new abilities, and the scratches and bruises littering his body showed just how much work he had been putting in.

Peter walks around aimlessly for a few minutes before he finds himself in front of a wall of glass containers, and suddenly he knows why he’s here.

They’re all spiders. And he can hear them talking.

He’s fixated on a certain spider, big and hairy and soft-looking, asking him for more food when a soft voice interrupts the one-sided conversation.

“That’s a Costa Rican Zebra Tarantula. They’re normally very calm, but they can get nervous pretty quickly. Otherwise, they’re really good beginner spiders, but Poppy seems like she’ll do especially well.”

It takes Peter a second to realize that the person speaking is referring to him. Blinking out of his haze, he turns.

A few feet away sits a girl behind a counter. Her head is tilted to the side as she looks affectionately at the spider in the case, her hair a contained mess and her gaze penetrating. Peter finds her stare intimidating and intriguing at the same time, and he doesn’t look away until she pushes her copy of Frankenstein to the side so she could dedicate her attention to him fully.

“Was there a specific type of spider you were looking for?” She asks as she walks around the counter to stand by his side.

“Oh! Um,” Peter sputters out, looking for the right way to answer before shaking his head frantically. “No. I just think they’re… Cool.”

Peter frowns inwardly at the awkwardness of his response, but the second you start nodding in agreement, he realizes that you didn’t notice.

“Yeah! They’re kind of spectacular creatures,” you hum softly. “Did you know that while tarantulas are often feared because of their size and appearance, they can be relatively harmless. The ones you should look out for are the brown recluse, the black widow and the funnel web.”

Peter nods in fascination at the excitement in your tone. Suddenly, an idea comes to mind.

Speaking with thing interest, he drawls, “Do you know anything about their webbing? And like, other things they can do?”

Your raise an eyebrow in thought.

“Well, all spiders are unique, so they all differ a bit, but for the most part, the silk in their webs are five times stronger than steel. Humans have tried to replicate it, but as of late, they’ve all failed.

“And jumping spiders can jump up to 50 times their own length.”

When you see Peter’s confused look, you explain further.

“So you’re what, 5’7”, 5’8”?” Peter shrugs and you continue. “Well, theoretically, if you had that ability, you’d be able to jump about… 283 feet? Yeah. 283 feet from where you stand now in any direction. Fascinating, right?”

Peter’s eyes widen as he realizes your calculations are right, and he has a sudden urge to test it out. He has to stop himself when he notices that the ceiling of the building is barely 20-feet up. He’s brought from his thoughts again when you begin to speak.

“And most spiders can climb without worrying about falling because of the little hairs all over their legs that grip onto even the smallest of bumps in an object. Tarantulas being the exception. They’re too heavy, so they’re better suited for burrowing into the ground.

“They also have incredible senses. The hairs all over their body can pick up on the changes in the air—that includes sound—and it helps them stay alert regarding their environment!”

Peter felt his heart melt at the animated attitude you expressed as you spoke, and as he listened to you list off the things you found fascinating about the variety of arachnids.

“And—“ You stop short after realizing how long you’ve been rambling. “And I’ve wasted more time than you probably have.”

Peter shakes his head, a kind smile overtaking his lips.

“Actually, you’ve helped a lot. I’ve been looking for more information about spiders, and because of you, I’ve had the ultimate experience,” he says, and he means it. Even if came in here by chance, he would be leaving with a better understanding of what he was capable of. You being absolutely adorable was just a plus.

Your cheeks warm, and you smile softly.

“I’m glad I could be of assistance,” you mumble, playing lazily with your fingers as your eyes drift back to Poppy. “Now that you know a bit more, were you interested in purchasing one?”

Peter bites his lip in thought, his cheeks flushing with color.

“I, uh, I would have to ask my aunt. But I’ll definitely be coming back here,” Peter mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck nervously when you raise a teasing eyebrow. “I really like it in here.”

You laugh softly, nodding in understanding. Before you can speak, a small tug of your work shirt grabs your attention. Looking down, you smile at the small girl as she asks for your help to pick out a kitten. You look at Peter, and he nods in understanding.

“I guess I’ll see you around then…?” You trail off, realizing you don’t know his name.

“Peter,” he supplies easily, his smile bright.

You return it. “Well, I’m (Y/N). I’ll see you around Peter.”

He stands smiling as you walk away, exaggerating your excitement to match the little girls. He nearly jumps out of his skin when a new voice, soft and domineering, breaks through his trance.

“She’s a nice girl. I know my venom isn’t deadly, I won’t hesitate at launching my hairs. I’ll blind you. Don’t test me.”

Peter pales slightly, nodding obediently as he makes eye contact with the arachnid. She looks like she smiles at his compliance as she burrows further in to the chips at the bottom of her case.

“Good. I’m going back to bed. Bye Peter,” the spider drawls.

“Bye…,” Peter responds, turning slowly and leaving as his mind is swarmed with thoughts.

In a matter of moments, he finds himself in another alleyway, devoid of people. His hair stands on end as he uses his senses—Spidey Senses, he decided to call it now that you had explained what it was—to make sure no one is coming. When the coast is clear, he bends at the knees, and after a shaky breath, he springs into the air.

Peter doesn’t remember closing his eyes, but when he opens them again, he’s clinging to the side of a 15-floor apartment building. His eyes widen in surprise before letting out a whoop of excitement.

You knew what you were talking about, and Peter couldn’t wipe the smile from his lips as he thought about getting to see you again on the guise of wanting to learn more.

This is a really cute and creative read!