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Take A Hint

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: no matter how many times Peter tried to ask you out, you never get the hint

Authors note: can you guess what non marvel character this was originally written for

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“Hold the door!”

Peter stuck his hand between the elevator doors of the tower when he heard an unfamiliar voice. The doors opened back up and you stepped inside.

“Thanks for holding the door. It’s nice to meet you. It’s my first day.” You said as you held your hand out to him.

“It’s nice to meet you too. And I hope you don’t think it’s rude if I don’t shake your hand. I just have a thing with germs. The number of pathogens passes during a handshake is staggering. It’s actually safer to kiss.”

“Hm. I’ll have to take you up on that.” You replied with a coy smile, sending a blush to Peters face.

“I hope you do.” He mumbled shyly, getting a laugh out of you.

“I’m Y/n, by the way. Mr. Stark just recruited me to be on the team.”

“I’m Peter. And I didn’t know we were getting anyone else on the team. I’m barely on the team myself.“

“Same with me. I think I’m just doing a trial run to see if I fit in well.” You told him. “Is there anything I need to know before I meet the team? Any insider tips you can give me?”

“Well, you’re a pretty girl, so Sam is definitely going to hit on you.” Peter rolled his eyes a little. “But if it makes you uncomfortable, he’ll back off. He’s a flirt but he’s not an asshole. Well, he is an asshole, but he won’t be towards you. He is towards me though, but that’s a different story. Tony talks with an inflection in his voice that makes it really hard to tell if he’s kidding or not so never take anything he says seriously. And you should know Bucky and Steve are not dating. Neither are Bruce and Natasha. I don’t really know what’s going on between them but at this point I’m too scared to ask.”

“Is it important that I know they’re not dating?”

“Yes. You’re inevitably going to wonder about it so I’m telling you right now that they’re not.”

“Good to know.” You chuckled.

“Yeah. You’ll figure everyone else out pretty quickly. They’re all good people.” Peter assured you.

“What about you? Is there anything I need to know about you?” You asked, making Peter blush again.

“That depends on what you want to know.”

“Well I’ll have you know that I like to know everything. I hate when shit is unbeknownst to me.” You replied, making Peter laugh.

“I’ll tell you whatever you want to hear. I swear.” Peter answered, earning a smile out of you just as you reached your floor.

“I’m happy to hear that. I have to meet with Mr. Stark before I meet the team. It was nice meeting you, Peter.” You waved to him as you walked off the elevator.

“You too.” Peter called after you. He watched your disappear down the hall with a smile on his face and did a little happy dance before going to the meeting room.

It wasn’t long before Tony came into the room with you by his side. You looked around nervously at all the Avengers until your eyes landed on Peter. He gave you a double thumbs up and you visibly relaxed.

“Hello all. As you may have heard from my weekly newsletter I send out on Snapchat, we have a new recruit joining the team.“

“Snapchat newsletter?” Nat whispered to Sam.

“I don’t know. I blocked him after the first one he sent.” Sam sighed.

“Is Snapchat the one where you swipe right if you find a person attractive?” Steve leaned in to whisper.

“Yes.” Natasha lied.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I gave you the impression that I wanted to be spoken over when I’m talking.” Tony shouted over them, making you stifle a laugh.

“Sorry.” They mumbled.

“Thank you. Now, please give a warm and fuzzy welcome to Y/n.” Tony stepped to the side and proudly presented you.

“Hello.” You smiled shyly and waved. Everyone stared blankly at you and you wanted to disappear into the floor. You could feel your face burning up in embarrassment until someone stood up and walked over to you.

“Well I’ll be the first to play with the shiny new toy. Hi, gorgeous. I’m Sam.” Sam smiled suavely and shook your hand. You heard the name and made eye contact with Peter over Sam’s shoulder. Peter rolled his eyes again and you giggled.

“Hi. Nice to meet you.” You greeted him. Natasha and Steve were the next ones to get up to shake your hand.

“I’m Steve and that’s Natasha.” Steve told you as he firmly shook your hand.

“You can call me Nat.” Natasha smiled warmly at you when you greeted her.

“Hi Nat. Hi Steve.” You smiled timidly.

“This is Bucky.” Steve said and laughed Bucky forward. You held out your hand to shake his but when you saw his metal arm, you retracted it.

“Hi.” You said quickly.

“Sup.” He smirked.

“That’s Rhodey over there. And this is Peter.” Tony said and nudged Peter towards you. You reached out a hand and everyone assumed you were trying to shake Peters hand.

“Oh, Peter doesn’t-“ Tony began to warn you when your hand met Peters shoulder and you pulled him closer to kiss his cheek.

“Good to see you again.” You smiled at him.

“You too.” Peter blushed and patted your arm. Your hand slipped off his shoulder and you looked around to see the rest of the team staring at you.

“Wow. Okay, so, I’m gonna need an explanation for that at some point.” Tony nodded his head.

“I do too.” Sam chimed it.

“Give her some space.” Peter told them. “Here, you can sit next to me.”

You sat in the chair Peter had pulled out for you and gave him a grateful smile.

“Anywho, let’s jump right into the mission. We’re flying out to Socovia today folks for a little world saving. Then maybe some Mexican food after? Yeah? No one’s agreeing but it’s gonna happen anyway. Wheels up in 30.”

The team shuffled out of the room to grab their to go bags as you awkwardly hung back. You waited until you saw Peter and followed him out to the plane.

“Peter?” You whispered and tugged on his sleeve.

“Yeah?”

“Is there assigned seating on the plane?”

“No.” He shrugged. “We can sit wherever we want.”

“But do people typically sit in the same seats? I don’t want to overstep.”

“How about you sit next to me? Then you don’t have to worry.” Peter offered.

“Okay. Thanks.” You smiled and wrapped your arm around his so you could walk onto the plane together.

“So what’s in Socovia?” Natasha asked once everyone was seated.

“People keep getting murdered in the same gruesome way and the same symbol has been left on the wall each time.” Tony explained.

“What symbol?” Peter wondered. Tony took out an Manila folder and slid a photo towards you and Peter. In the picture was a graffiti drawing of the Avengers symbol inside a giant red circle with line going through it. Everyone leaned in to see the picture and understood why this was an Avengers level threat.

“Damn. They put the Ghostbusters thing over it and everything.” You mumbled.

“How gruesome are we talking by the way? Because I just ate.” Sam asked.

“All the victims were chained to the back of a car and dragged until they were decapitated.”

“Oh. Lovely.” Sam smiled sarcastically.

“Murders just keep coming up with new ways to murder, don’t they?” Steve said.

“Actually, dragging is steeped in English history. Back in the 11th century, drawing and quartering was a common form of punishment, and in fact-“

“Peter.” Tony cut him off and shook his head.

“Sorry.” Peter mumbled and slumped in his seat in embarrassment.

“He does that a lot. You’ll get used to it.” Sam told you, making Peter grow more embarrassed.

“Wait. I wanted to hear the rest.” You ignored Sam and turned to Peter.

“You did?” Everyone asked skeptically.

“You did?” Peter smiled in surprise.

“Yeah. What were you saying, Peter?” You asked and gave him your full attention.

“I was just saying that they would also disembowel and behead the victims when they were done with them. That’s all.” Peter continued.

“You just knew that off the top of your head?” Your eyes widened in amazement.

“He knows everything off the top of his head. He’s like a human encyclopedia.” Tony informed you.

“Wow. That’s really cool.” You smiled at Peter. Peter tried to say something in return but found himself too flustered to speak.

“You’ll have to forgive him. You might be the first person to refer to him as “cool”.” Sam snorted.

“Well I think you’re cool.” You said as you continued to ignore Sam.

“Thanks. You’re cool too.” Peter smiled shyly. Sam looked between the two of you before scooting closer to you.

“You know, I wouldn’t mind giving you a tour of the tower once we get back. I’d be more than happy to show you the ropes.” Sam said with a debonair smile.

“That’s okay. Mr. Stark already gave me a tour of the building when he interviewed me to be on the team.” You politely declined.

“A tour before you even joined? Is that so?” Sam raised his eyebrows at Tony.

“She was by far the best candidate.” Tony shrugged. “She had the job before she left my office.”

“Wow. So you’re not just a pretty face?” Sam teased you with a flirtatious wink.

“No. I’m not.” You said flatly.

“I don’t think anyone gets asked to join the Avengers for having a pretty face. I’m pretty sure she was hired because she’s qualified.” Peter chimed in, making you smile.

“That’s awfully charming of you to come to your lady’s defense, spider boy king of thieves, but I’ll have to respectfully disagree. Thor was 100% hired for being pretty.” Tony admitted.

“Oh.” Peter said and sat back in his seat.

“Why’d he call me your lady?” You asked Peter.

“Um, I have no idea.” He lied quickly. Peter turned bright red and looked at Tony, who was looking at the two of you with a knowing expression.

“You know why.” Tony mouthed. He then pointed between the two of you before making his hands kiss each other. Peter motioned for him to stop but you were oblivious to the whole thing.

Once you landed, you got off the plane and waited for further instruction. Tony started to pair everyone off and Peter got excited when your name still hadn’t been called.

“Blues Clues and New Girl, you should head to where the first victim was found. See if you can find anything.” Tony told you and Peter.

“Okay. On it.” Peter saluted him before slipping his mask over his face.

“And hey. No kissing, okay? This is a serious mission.” Tony called after the two of you. Peter was thankful he had his mask on so you couldn’t see the shade of red he turned.

“No kissing? Does he always say that?” You laughed in confusion.

“Uh huh. Let’s not think about it. Let’s go.” Peter said quickly and treaded into the forrest ahead of you.

“Okay.” You laughed skeptically and followed after him. When you caught up to him, you gentle elbowed him in the side.

“Thanks for having my back on the plane, by the way. Sam is just like you said.”

“No problem. And don’t mind Sam. He can only speak to women if he’s flirting.”

“What about you? Do you do a lot of flirting?” You smiled coyly at him, making Peter choke on his saliva.

“I’m afraid I don’t know how.” He admitted.

“Sure you do. Pretend I’m a girl you want to date and give me your best pick up line.”

“Pretend you’re a girl I want to date? What? I mean, I’ll try.” Peter laughed nervously. “But I don’t know any pick up lines.”

“Come on. If you saw me in a bar and you were trying to pick me up, what would you say?”

“I wouldn’t be in a bar.” Peter laughed sheepishly.

“Just humor me.”

“Fine. I would say that I think you’re really beautiful and I would like to take you on a date.” Peter said sincerely as he stopped to look at you. You stopped as well and smiled softly at him when you heard the fondness in his voice.

“Where would you take me?” You asked him.

“A museum.”

“A museum? You had that answer ready.” You chuckled in surprise and took a step closer to him.

“Well I noticed you have a picture of The Kiss as your phone background. I’m a fan of Klimt as well.”

“I love The Kiss. It’s just so romantic.” You sighed. “Even though it looks incredibly uncomfortable.”

“It does. Her neck must really hurt.”

“Do you know any facts about The Kiss?” You asked him. “I only ask since you knew all that stuff back on the plane.”

“Are you being polite or do you actually want to know?” Peter asked skeptically.

“I want to know.” You assured him.

“Well, Klimt’s career was actually on a downfall when he painting it. Before creating the piece, he had received a scathing review in the first decade of the 20th century for his three-part University of Vienna Ceiling Paintings. Because of all the nudity, his works were described as "pornography" and "perverted excess”. It almost ruined his reputation, actually. He later wrote in a letter, "Either I am too old, or too nervous, or too stupid—there must be something wrong." in regards to his paintings. That was all right before he got popular with The Kiss.” Peter told you. He smiled under his mask when he finished speaking and realized it had been a long time since someone had let him talk about something without being interrupted or told to stop.

“You’re so smart.” You sighed. “I wish I was smart.”

“Come on. I’m sure you’re smart.” Peter assured you.

“I’m not. I’m really dumb actually.” You admitted and gave him a sad smile.

“What? I find that hard to believe.”

“It’s true. I’m book smart, sure. But when it comes to talking to people, most things go right over my head.”

“That’s okay. You have a lot of other great qualities to you. I’ve only known you a few hours and I can see that already.” Peter told you.

“Aw. Thanks, Pete.” You smiled at him as your shoulder brushed up against each others. Peter smiled shyly in return and felt his face heat up.

“So do you like museums?” Peter asked you.

“Love them.” You gushed. “I like going in and pretending like I’m in that scene from Pride and Prejudice where she stares at Mr. Darcy’s stature and realizes she’s in love with him.”

“I haven’t seen it.” Peter admitted, wishing he had so he wouldn’t disappoint you.

“What? You have to watch it.” You insisted.

“Maybe you could show it to me sometime.” Peter suggested, hoping you’d take the hint that he liked you.

“Yeah! I totally could. And we could check out a museum afterwards so you can feel like that scene!” You smiled in excitement and tugged on his arm.

“It’s a date.” Peter replied, liking how excited you were to spend time together.

“You’re so funny. A date, he says.” You laughed and kept walking into the forest. Peters smile fell when he realized you had in fact not gotten the hint that he liked you.

The longer you lived in the tower, the closer you and Peter became. You spent most of your time together and as much as he loved being your friend, he couldn’t help but pine for you. You often made it seem like you felt the same, but he found that every time he tried to tell you that he wanted to me more than friends, it went right over your head.

“I’ll go easy on you, okay?” Peter said as he held up his boxing glove covered hands during sparing one day.

“I’m gonna knock you out where you stand.” You exclaimed and swung at him. Peter ducked and punched you in the stomach before tackling you onto the mat.

“I’m sorry. But this is the end of the line for you.” Peter smirked as he hovered over you.

“Not if I make it a curve.” You declared before flipping Peter over and pinning him by his wrists.

“Wow. You pinned me.” Peter said with pleasant surprise.

“Please. You totally let me win.” You rolled your eyes and got off of him.

“What? I would never.” Peter said sarcastically.

“You would. And you did. Cheater.” You teased before tugging the strap of your boxing glove off with your teeth. Peter gulped and watched you as you did the same to the other one instead of using your newly freed hand.

“But I cheated for you. That’s a good kind of cheating.” Peter said as he helped you off the ground.

“So you justify cheating? Wow, P. Is this what it would be like to date you? Constantly getting cheated on?” You pretended to gasp as you went to get water bottles out of the refrigerator for the two of you.

“Are you kidding me? I’d be an excellent boyfriend.” Peter insisted and took the bottle you handed him.

“Really? Says who? Where are the user reviews?” You teased and took a sip.

“So far, they haven’t been any users. But if I ever became a boyfriend, I’d be the best boyfriend to ever boyfriend.”

“You know what? I believe you.” You shrugged. “You do have all the best boyfriend qualities. You’re sweet and smart and funny. Not to mention, slightly above average on the handsome scale. You’re kinda a total catch. Oh my god. How come I’m not dating you?”

“You could. If you wanted to.” Peter stammered as his entire face turned red.

“You are so funny. Seriously, why don’t you have a girlfriend?” You laughed as Peters advances went right over your head. Peter frowned a little and decided that if he was going to get through to you, he had to try harder.

A few days later, you came into Peters room while he was doing some homework to show him your outfit.

“Woah. You going out?” He asked you when he saw the little black dress guy had on.

“Yeah. Does this outfit make me look slutty but in a fun way?”

“Honestly, yes. That’s exactly how I would describe it. Who are you going out with?” Peter wondered.

“A boy.”

“What? What boy? Who him? I mean, who is he? What?” Peter fumbled over his words as jealously manifested in his tummy.

“Oh my God. I’m just kidding. I’m going out with some girl friends.” You laughed when you saw how flustered he got.

“Oh. Okay.” Peter sighed in relief.

“You weren’t jealous, were you?” You smiled in surprise.

“I…I was actually.” Peter admitted, knowing there was no point in denying what you already knew.

“Oh. I get it.” You nodded and smiled sympathetically at him.

“Look, I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while-“

“You were jealous that I had a date and you didn’t, weren’t you?” You cut him off. That wasn’t at all what Peter was jealous about and you had once again missed what he was trying to say.

“Yeah. That’s it.” Peter lied.

“P, if you want a date, you just have to ask a girl out. Any girl would be lucky to have you.” You said simply.

“You think so? Any girl?”

“Totally. If a guy like you asked me out, I’d say yes in a heartbeat.“ You assured him.

“You’d say yes if I asked you out?” Peter raised an eyebrow.

“Are you kidding? Absolutely. And I’d lock you down too. You’d never get away from me.” You told him. A smile tugged at Peters lips as your words gave him the confidence to finally ask you out.

“Y/n, I think you are the most beautiful girl in the world and I would love to take you on a date.” Peter said and held his breath in anticipation of your response.

“That was perfect, P! That’s exactly how you should ask a girl out.” You smiled in excitement, making his smile fall.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He grumbled.

“Good luck. See you later!” You patted his back before leaving the room.

The next day, you went into the home theater and found a couple members of the team watching something on the big tv. Peter turned his head when he heard you come in and waved you over.

“Hey. Mind if I share your blanket?” You asked him.

“Yeah. Go ahead.” Peter blushed and lifted up his blanket so you could slide under it. You smiled at him before sitting down and snuggling into his side.

“You’re so warm. Can you start sleeping in my bed? It’s freezing in my room.” You mumbled as you wrapped your arms around his torso.

“I could definitely spoon you at nights for $5 an hour.” Peter teased as he wrapped an arm on you.

“I’d pay $20 an hour just to have these arms around me. Holy shit. They feel like a snake swallowed a baby.” You said as you squeezed his bicep.

“Thank you?” Peter chuckled.

“No. Thank you. Never let me go.” You sighed happily and snuggled back into his chest. Peter felt his face heat up and rested his cheek against the top of your head. You could feel his heart beating against your cheek and nuzzled into his chest further. You stayed in comfortable silence for a minute as your breathing synced up.

“This is nice.” Peter said in a quiet voice.

“It is. You should hold me more often.”

“I would love to do that.” He laughed softly.

“Really?” You asked and tilted your chin up to look at him. He looked down at you and nodded his head. You smiled and snuggled into his chest, restoring his confident once again.

“Do you ever think about being more than friends?” He asked softly.

“Oh my god. Are you finally asking me?” You smiled and sat up a little.

“Yeah. I finally am.” Peter nodded and sat up as well.

“You want to be roommates?” You asked excitedly and squeezed his hands.

“Wait, what?” Peters smile dropped.

“We can get bunk beds and everything! I thought you’d never ask.” You gushed and threw your arms around him to hug him. Peter squeezed his eyes shut in disappointment that you hadn’t understood what he was trying to say but decided that this was better than nothing.

“Me either.” He mumbled.

A week later, you had fully moved into Peters room. He laid awake one night and stared up at the bottom of your top bunk. He thought back to the day you built the bunk bed together and while showering him with compliments for his strength all day, he still had no idea how you really felt about him. You always made it seem like you liked him back but as he stared up at the bottom of your bed, he couldn’t help but think of all the times he tried to ask you out and you didn’t even realize. He was so deep in thought that he hadn’t even noticed you had climbed down from your top bunk and stood beside his bed.

“Holy shit.” He jumped when he saw you.

“I had a bad dream.” You said in a quiet voice.

“Oh no. Come here.” Peter sat up and patted his bed. You quickly climbed down and got into bed with Peter.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” You asked and you laid down together.

“Of course. Always.” Peter nodded and wrapped his arm around your waist. You rested your head on his pillow and looked into his eyes.

“You seemed kinda restless up there. Is everything okay?” Peter asked you.

“Not really. I have a lot on my mind.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the matter?”

“I raised my hand in class today and got it wrong. Like, way wrong. A few people laughed because I think they thought I was trying to be funny. But I wasn’t trying to be funny. I really thought my answer was right.”

“At least you tried.” Peter said reassuringly.

“I shouldn’t have tried. I tried to redeem myself later in class by answering another question but I got that one wrong too. And then the teacher asked a question that I definitely knew but when I raised my hand, he laughed and said “maybe you should stop trying”. I felt like such an idiot. I had that right answer. He just didn’t let me say it.”

“Don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re not an idiot.” Peter said as he rubbed circles on your back.

“Yes I am. Everyone says so.” You sighed. “I’ll never be smart like you. You know everything about everything.”

“Just because I memorize a bunch of facts doesn’t make me smart. You’re smart in your own way.” Peter told you.

“That’s a nice way of saying I’m dumb.” You chuckled softly.

“I would never call you dumb. I don’t think you’re dumb at all.” Peter shook his head and looked into your eyes

“Aw, P.” You smiled softly and cupped his chin.”

“In fact, I think you’re the loveliest person I’ve ever met. You’re courageous and hardworking and strong and so insanely beautiful sometimes it’s annoying, actually. And when I think of all the adjectives that can be used to describe you, dumb does not make the cut.”

“Why are you so good to me? It’s like you came straight from heaven into my life.” You smiled and scooted closer to him.

“I did. I’m a ghost.” He whispered, making you laugh.

“I’m so glad you were the one I met in the elevator on my first day. Can you imagine if I asked someone like Sam to hold the door for me?”

“You’d be in his bed right now and not mine.” Peter snorted.

“Please. I’d never be in his bed. And I like to think that no matter who held the elevator for me that day, you and I still would’ve formed this bond.” You said without looking into his eyes.

“You think so?” Peter smiled a little.

“I’m positive. I’ve never connected like this with anyone. I never believed in soulmates until I met you.”

“You think we’re soulmates?” Peters smile grew as he pulled you closer.

“Why not?” You shrugged. “Why not suspend your beliefs in science for a moment and believe that you and I were cut from the same cloth? I know it sounds silly, but I think it’s possible. And it makes me happy to believe it. You’re my twin flame.”

Peters heart was pounding in his chest as you said everything he always wanted to hear. Peter brushed some hair off of your face and left his hand on your cheek.

“What are we?” He asked you in a quiet voice.

“I just said we’re twin flames?” You frowned in confusion.

“Not that. I meant our relationship. What do you think of us as?”

“Peter.” You laughed softly and moved closer to him. He nodded his head and eagerly waited for your response.

“Twin flames. I literally just said that. Can you not hear me?” You asked genuinely and spoke a little louder. Peter groaned and rolled onto his back so you wouldn’t see his frustration.

“I’m going to sleep.”

“You promised you’d hold me.” You whined a little.

“Fine. Roll over.”

“Can’t we lay like this?” You asked and tugged his shirt so he’d roll back over to face you.

“Oh. Okay. Sure.” Peters disappointed faded away as he was reminded that just being your friend was a privilege.

“Goodnight, P.” You said through a yawn and wrapped both arms around him to rest your head on his chest.

“Goodnight, honey.”

The next morning, Peter walked into the kitchen and the conversation that had been happening immediately went quiet. Peter looked around in confusion as everyone snickered and hid behind their coffee cups.

“So. Rumor has it you two slept together last night.” Tony said with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“What? Who started that rumor?” Peter frowned as he turned bright red.

“I did. After I went into your room this morning and saw you two tangled together in Peters bed.” Tony smirked and pointed over to you. You were sitting in the living room by yourself with your headphones in so you couldn’t hear the conversation going on.

“Ew. Aren’t you guys like 10?” Sam scrunched his nose.

“No. We’re adults. And it wasn’t like that. She had a bad dream so she slept in my bed.” Peter defended.

“Aw. Look at you comforting your girlfriend when she had a bad dream. How cute.” Sam teased.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Peter mumbled and felt that of his face got any hotter, he’d explode.

“Wait, she’s not?” Sam asked.

“No. We’re just friends.”

“Well then what the hell am I waiting for? I’m about to get myself Mrs. Falcon.” Sam laughed and got out of his seat. Peter watched him as he went into the living room where you were.

“What’s he doing?” Peter asked Tony.

“Asking Y/n out. Duh.” Tony replied.

“What?! He can’t do that? He’s so big and strong and handsome. What if she says yes?” Peter began to panic and craned his neck to watch you and Sam.

“What’s your damage? I thought you guys were just friends.” Tony snorted.

“We are. I don’t even care actually.” Peter lied and sat back in his seat as his leg bounced. He looked over at you and Sam again and saw you nodding your head at something Sam was saying.

“Are you okay?” Tony asked when he saw the look on Peters face.

“I’m gonna fucking throw up.”

“Plug it up. He’s coming back.” Tony warned him. Sam walked back to Tony and Peter with a look on his face that peter couldn’t read.

“Well? Is she the next Mrs. Sam Wilson?” Tony asked.

“She turned me down.” Sam answered, seeming like he still didn’t believe it.

“What? What did she say?” Peter couldn’t contain his smile as he asked.

“She said she’s flattered but not interested in me.”

“Wait, how did you ask her?” Peter wondered.

“I don’t want to rehash it.” Sam waved his hand. “I asked her to go on a date, she said no, that’s pretty much it.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Peter whispered as he sat back in his chair.

“That’s what I said.” Sam scoffed. “Wait, why are you upset? I’m the one who got turned down.”

“Because I’ve been trying to ask her out for months but she either pretends she doesn’t understand or it genuinely goes right over her head. How come she understood when you did it?”

“Because I was direct. I didn’t beat around the bush like a boy who’s scared to ask his best friend on a date.” Sam told him.

“I’m not scared.” Peter scoffed. “I’m fact, I’m gonna go talk to her.”

“Good luck.” Sam called after him as Peter went over to you.

“Hey.” Peter waved nervously.

“Hey, P. What’s going on?” You smiled and took your earbuds out.

“Not much. I hear Sam asked you out.” Peter said as he sat down beside you.

“Oh. Yeah.” You scrunched your nose a little and laughed uncomfortably.

“You said no?”

“Yeah. I felt bad but he’s not my type.”

“I get that. What is your type, by the way?” Peter asked casually.

“I guess I don’t really know. I just like people that I like. But it helps when they’re kind and can make me laugh. I just want someone who doesn’t make me feel like I have to put on a performance. I want someone who makes me feel like I can be the person I am when I’m alone.” You explained. You thought about it for a second and then laughed a little.

“Hey, look at that. I just described you.” You chuckled. Peters heart beat in his chest and he knew if there was ever a time to tell you how he felt, it was now.

“Well I’m glad you feel that way. Because I have feelings for you. I have for a really long time.”

“Oh. You do?” You frowned and looked concerned. Peter saw your face and sighed, knowing that meant his feelings were likely unrequited.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Well what are the feelings? Oh no! Is the feeling anger? Are you mad at me?” You gasped and put your hand on top of his. Peter stared at you for a long time as he realized his efforts had once again gone directly over your head.

“No. Actually, yeah. I am mad.” Peter realized.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“You haven’t done anything wrong.” Peter sighed. “I’m just confused.”

“About what? Can I help?”

“I have been trying to ask you on a date for months and you haven’t taken the hint yet. Do you just not like me or am I just not being clear enough?”

“You want to take me on a date?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Yes. I do.” Peter answered, excited that you had finally understood.

“As friends?”

“No!” Peter groaned.

“As roommates? Oh, I get it. You want to go on a shopping date to IKEA to decorate our room now that we’re roommates.”

“What?! No. How does your mind even jump to that?” Peter whined and buried his face in his hands.

“I’m confused. Are we going to IKEA or not?”

“I WANT TO BE YOUR BOYFRIEND.” Peter picked his head up to exclaim.

“You want to be my boyfriend?” Your eyes widened.

“Yes. Finally.”

“But as friends, right?” You continued, making Peter slam his head down on the table.

“What do I have to do to get through to you? Get on my knees?” He asked you.

“It wouldn’t hurt.” You shrugged. And so, Peter got down on one knee and took your hand in his.

“Will you make me the happiest man in the world and let me take you on a date?” Peter asked as he looked into your eyes.

“A date? I thought you were proposing.” You replied, just messing with him now.

“Oh My God. This is impossible. I give up.” Peter got up and held up his hands in defense.

“Aw, what? You’re giving up right at the good part?” You smiled coyly as you stood up as well.

“Good part? What good-“

You cut Peter off by cupping his face to pull him into a kiss. Once he got over his initial shock, his eyes fluttered shut and he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer. The team mates in the other room caught sight of this and had a misted reaction of smirks and eye rolls.

“How does tonight at 7 sound?” You asked once you pulled away.

“That sounds perfect.” Peter smiled as his face turned a shade of pink.

“Awesome. It’s a date.” You kissed his cheek before walking out of the room.

A few days later, the entire team piled onto the quintet to set out on another mission. Tony passed around the file to get everyone up to speed on the mission while you and Peter whispered things in each others ears and laughed quietly.

“Wow. This must be some kind of satanic ritual. All victims killed so far have been virgins.” Steve noted as he read through the file.

“Uh oh. Peter better stay home.” Sam snorted.

“Peters not a Virgin.” You laughed, making everyone fall silent. Peter shrunk down in his seat and turned bright red as you realized why everyone was staring at you in disgust.

“I’m guessing.” You quickly added.

“So I take it she finally got the hint, huh?” Sam asked Peter with an unamused expression.

“Yeah.” Peter smiled proudly. “She got it.”

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miela · 7 months

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Shattered Memories {Masterlist}

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Reader Type: Afab! Iron Spider! Silk! Avenger! Stark!

Length: Series (Longish, about 20 chapters)

Series Genre(s): Romance with Dramatic and Comedic undertones (if you squint)

Series Theme(s): Fluff, Angst, Smut (some Dark themes)

Series Summary: After Peter sacrificed his identity for the sake of the world, five years go by before he finds you back in his life again.

Series Content: Content from Civil War, Homecoming, Far From Home and No Way Home will be heavily present. Some content from other MCU movies and shows may come up here and there.

Series Warnings: 18+ {MDNI}, Mentions of substance abuse, alcoholism, s*icidal thoughts, self-harm, abusive relationship (not Peter x Y/N) in later chapters. warnings subject to change. Please proceed with caution.

Extra Content: A Few of my OCs are in here! Let me know if you want me to make a character list to reference.

You can also send in request for drabbles for this story/AU!

Updates: Fridays (may post chapters eariler, but there will usually always be an update on fridays)

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CHAPTERS:

Prologue: The Last Moment Before New Beginnings Chapter I: The Expo & The Files Chapter II: A Sense of Reunion Chapter III: A Sense of Reunion II Chapter IV: What Friends Are For Chapter V: The Do Over Chapter VI: Two Spiders, One Sorceress Chapter VII: Full of Feelings Chapter VIII: Lovers at the Gala Chapter IX: The Thread of Silk & Gold Chapter X: The Return of a Hero Chapter XI: Hummingbirds & Honeybees Chapter XII: Sunflower Love Chapter XIII: The Rumor & The Scandal XIV XV XVI XVII XVIII XIX XX (MORE TBA)

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Two Peas in a Pod {Friendship with Gwen} A Sense of Reunion {Alternate Universe}

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realtalkswithfinn · 4 months

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Christmas at the Compound

Avengers x reader

Summary: Avengers x reader Christmas head cannons because I am a sucker for the found family trope.

a/n: I tried to get this up before christmas but totally spaced it, so… tale it as a christmas morning gift! I tried to make it as age neutral as possible, so it could totally be teen!reader or not.

The holidays are a tough time for the Avengers.

Most of them have lost family members or friends, and the idea of celebrating anything is extremely difficult.

Tony especially - he always gets gloomy around the Holidays.

He always says something along the lines of, "I don't actually care about this, but its social convention."

But secretly he cares a lot.

He overcompensates for his lack of affection throughout the year by buying everyone the expensive gifts he knows they want but could never justify spending on themselves.

At surface level, it just seems like “oh rich guy is spending rich guy money”

But they’re actually really thoughtful gifts

Like last year, he got Peter a new laptop for school.

He bought Bucky new and thick clothes since all of his were old and worn.

He upgraded Clints cellular data so he could talk to his family anywhere.

Things like that.

Sam and Rhodey take one for the team and string the christmas lights on the tower

“It’s too cold for this.” Sam would complain, the sharp wind nipping at his cheeks as he flew from one end of the building to the other, lights in tow.

“Come one man, where’s your christmas spirit?” Rhodey would laugh

“I’m just doing this so stark’s power bill goes up.”

it really was worth it seeing the tower lit up top to bottom though

Wanda LIVES for commercialized American Christmas

"We have to make gingerbread houses and go to Rockefeller to see the Christmas tree and we have to go out to the snow and go sledding-"

She demands family Christmas photos be taken, even though you don't really have anyone to send them to.

This years theme was christmas pjs

Which lead to a few very interesting viral videos of the avengers in an Old Navy

“Tony come on the reindeer ones are cute!”

“Bruce. A man can not hold onto his masculinity while wearing pjs with dancing reindeer.”

Natasha gets tired of the bellyaching and bickering and makes the final decision

She grabs everyone’s size in the Reindeer pjs and marches to the front of the store

After snagging Tony’s credit card, of course.

Actually taking the picture is a whole other ball game, but that’s a story for another day

Thor has a hard time with the idea of Santa

You try to explain it to him, but it doesn’t seem to help

“So a fat man breaks into the safety of your home late into the night… and you let it happen because he comes baring gifts?”

“Well… yeah.”

“But only to nice children. That he stalks throughout the year.”

“He doesn’t stalk the children he just…”

“Hm.” He squints. “what about the naughty children?”

“They don’t get any presents.”

“OR,” Wanda interjects, “Krampus comes to get them.”

“Is that another fat man in a red disguise?”

“No. He’s a demon sent from hell to eat them.”

Thor nods in approval. “Ah. That’s much more asgardian. A fair reward system for the youth!”

You stare at him. “So… you’re okay with Krampus but not Santa?”

“Well I think they work together well, like a team. Like us!”

“I… I guess…”

Decorating the tree was an all night event

You would help happy bring up what felt like hundreds of boxes of christmas decorations

The tree itself was about 15 feet tall, because it wouldn’t be a holiday at the compound if you guys weren’t extra

It was placed in the living space, right next to a huge wall of windows so all of New York could see your festivity

it had to be decorated to the nines to pass Wanda’s inspection

Not a bare branch

Theres tinsel, ribbons, colorful lights, and hundreds of ornaments

But of course, ladders were a no go

You guys liked a challenge

To reach the higher branches, you and Natasha would stand on Steve and Buckys shoulders

And I mean stand

Not sit

It was a thrilling balancing game

You trusted them to catch you if you fell, but you still had to try to avoid it at all costs to save the tree from certain destruction

Peter would dangle from the ceiling, crawling around to hang ornaments toward the very top

Both of these acts nearly gave Bruce and Vision a heart attack

“CAP, you’re moving to fast shes gunna lose balance-“

“Bruce, please take a breath.”

Meanwhile Thor is getting distracted by all the ornaments and forgetting to actually hang them up

“This one’s a little man of snow! How silly!”

Speaking of ornaments

You all have an ornament of yourself on the tree

Or, your super hero alias at least

There’s a tiny black widow, a little iron man, a bity baby hulk, so on and so forth

Tony always demands his be the highest up on the tree to fuel his god complex

Drawing names out of a hat to see who got to put the star on top of the tree

(except you guys would always rig it behind Wanda’s back, only putting her name in the hat)

She would always protest, insisting to let someone else do it this year, but you guys never relented

So with a big cheesy grin on her face, she would use her magic to delicately place the star on the tippy top

You would think Natasha wouldn’t want to see the Nutcracker Ballet after her time in the red room

But it makes her so happy to see dancing as an art form instead of a way to brainwash young girls

She drags you, Clint, Wanda, and whoever else wants to tag along every year

She even splurges on front row seats

You look over and see her eyes glittering while she watches every turn, leap, and stunt intently

Leaving the theater, she’ll walk on her toes and do a few turns, encouraging you to try as well.

She ends up cackling watching you trip and stumble

“We’ll work on it.”

Can you IMAGINE the ginger bread making contest???

You’re all huddled around the long dining room table with christmas music playing

Theres Clint and Natasha, who just make the classic gingerbread house, no fancy bells or whistles.

Then there’s Bruce,Tony, and Peter who are going absolutely wild building gingerbread sky scrapers and gingerbread hotels.

“Mr. Stark look, I made a working elevator!”

Bruce puts an electric system (fairy lights) through his

Steve and Bucky rebuild their childhood homes

Wanda is going all out, delicately hand placing every candy and covering the whole thing in edible glitter

Visions is pretty similar, but more sleek and modern than Wanda’s

And then there’s Thor, who’s totally missing the point and just DUMPING everything on top

“Hey Peter, I think yours is missing something.”

You string a long thread of white rope candy from his structure to yours.

“Webs!”

“You know… we can probably make a web-like consistency with some starch and frosting…”

That becomes a whole sticky project, but you eventually get it to work, connecting everyone’s gingerbread houses with icing webs

Steve and Bucky are TOTALLY participating in the classic christmas traditions they grew up on.

They sit quietly together in the living room, making paper chains and stringing popcorn

“Do you mind if I join you guys?”

they smile gently. “Of course not.”

You sit crisscross in front of the couch while they teach you

They tell you stories of christmases long, long ago, which feels kinda silly considering they’re talking like grandpas while not appearing much older than you

On Christmas eve, you’re all there except for Clint, who went home to his family

Youre all dressed in your pajamas from the christmas card

You make hot coco and cider

Wanda pops in some old vhs tapes and you watch the classics late into the night

“Alright you nutcrackers,” tony would say around midnight. “I know you want to stay up and catch Santa, but he’s not coming if you all stay awake.”

he really just wanted to go to bed

He sauntered off, calling for lights out.

Most of the boys wandered away to their rooms, leaving you, Wanda, Nat and Thor not quite ready for sleep.

“So,” you ask, taking a sip of coco, “Do you guys think we’re on the naughty list?”

Natasha Chuckled. “I’m not sure. Does beating people up count as naughty if you’re taking down the bad guys?”

Thor set his mug down on the coffee table, the bells on his sweater jingling. “Do not fear ladies, I will catch that nasty Krampus if he comes in to devour your soul. I believe you were doing the right thing.”

You all laughed, thinking he was joking. But he just stared at you.

“Thor… you realize Krampus and Santa aren’t… real?” Wanda asked.

He had a hard time swallowing that.

He ended up sleeping on the couch “just in case”

you woke up at 3 am to a loud clattering coming from the living room

You decided to check it out against your better judgement

There was Thor. Hammer in one hand, cookie in another.

Down the hall toward the elevator was a completely destroyed life-size nutcracker.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I thought I heard something by the elevator.”

“Congratulations. You murdered the Nutcracker.”

“I feared he was an accomplice of the holiday demon.”

“He’s been there for weeks!”

“He could have been a spy. Or possessed.”

“Goodnight Thor.”

Christmas Morning finally arrived

Everyone was sleeping soundly in their beds

Until Sam decided to be a little shit and wake everyone up at 7 am

He pounded on every. single. bedroom door.

“Y/NNNN. SANTA CAME TO TOWNNNNN.” he sing-songed

“No he didn’t.” You grumbled. “Thor killed him.”

“… I don’t know what that means.”

You all stumble out into the living room

Natasha took the time to actually run a brush through her hair and do her morning skincare

You and wanda were far too excited and skipped over that completely, barely remembering to brush your teeth

Tony looked the roughest - he had a silk robe draped over his pjs and looked like he was just awakened from a coma

Essentially, everyone was a little disheveled

Vision made everyone coffee before you started the gift exchange

You all sat around the coffee table in a circle so everyone could see each other

Bruce and Steve passed out the gifts from under the tree

it took a solid few minutes, there was a MOUNTAIN of presents

You went one at a time opening gifts

Some people think this is awkward, but you felt it was more genuine

this way, everyone can see the gift and the joy on the receivers face

as well as a million “thank you”s

It also gave time for the giver to explain why they chose the gift they did, whether it be something they remembered you said you wanted, something they knew you needed, or even just a simple “this made me think of you”

In the end, you loved all your gifts

And everyone loved what you got for them

But mostly, you were just happy to spend the holiday with your family

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rachaelswrites · 1 year

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Teen!Avenger!reader: What the fuck is wrong with you?

Peter: Wow, you could at least start with a ‘good morning’

Teen!Avenger!reader: Good morning. What the fuck is wrong with you?

(Quote from an incorrect quote generator)

#x teen!reader #the avengers #peter parker x avenger!reader #avengers x teen!reader #avengers incorrect quotes #peter parker x reader #peter parker #marvel mcu #marvel #incorrect quotes

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pottersfia · 1 year

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summer nights | peter parker x avenger!reader

summary: peter can’t stand sleeping without you

warnings/content: no smut but a little sexual body talk, fluff :)

a/n: short fic to get myself back into writing!

word count: 362

although the summer after your senior year was something you looked forward to, you weren't anticipating the hot summer nights such as this one. at first, you were tossing and turning in your bed trying to find a position that allowed the air from the fan you plugged in to evenly hit every part of your body. it seemed impossible, even in your shorts and cropped tank top you still suffered. nevertheless, you managed to fall asleep with your blanket covering half of your body.

"y/n?" you recognized that voice anywhere. you dragged yourself out of bed and opened the door, eyes squinted trying to hold onto any amount of sleep you could.

"petey, what's wrong?" you practically groaned. the boy was silent at the sight of you. the way your shorts perfectly hugged your hips and hit right below your belly button to reveal a chunk of midriff between your tank top. and damn that tank top. despite feeling like a human furnace, the air from the fan must've hit you as you got up because your nipples were fully hard through your top. peter wished you'd never wear a bra again.

"peter?" you pulled him out of his silence.

"uh, hi. h-hi y/n." he smiled. "can i stay in here tonight?" you rubbed your eyes and looked back up to him. it had just registered to you that he was only in his underwear. you'd never get tired of seeing peter parker shirtless. but also, he looked exhausted.

you took his hand leading him to your bed. he eagerly smiled as he closed the door and laid under the covers with you. you rolled on your side facing the fan but away from peter. he moved closer to you and wrapped his arm over you pressing himself against you as the big spoon.

"thank you." he whispered in your ear. you smiled with your eyes closed. in response you kissed his palm and held onto his hand as you drifted off to sleep.

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godlessandwrecked · 2 years

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good bad luck | p. parker

the black cat — a master burglar who has come swinging into peter’s life like a fist, to snap him out of it with witty comments and breath-taking punches. even when he thinks he hates her, he absolutely adores her, and unfortunately for him, he’s failed to realize he’s falling until he’s inches off the ground…

PAIRING: peter parker (mcu) x blackcat! fem reader

WORD COUNT: 6k

CONTENTS: post nwh, peter’s pov, pining and blushy messy peter, some suggestive stuff but mostly sfw, a lot of cute banter and a heist? also, i mention the cat has white hair like once, but she’s completely self-insertable, just like the rest of my fics!

A/N: tried to be as loyal to the black cat as I could because I adore her in the comics, but I totally made her my own here for the sake of having a version that would make sense with a younger Peter :) first time writing for Tom’s Peter and I’m: scared. ok enjoy <3

Peter’s number one, most hated, vilest enemy he’s fighting nowadays is… biochemistry. And he’s losing, by a lot. Not because he doesn't possess the capabilities to defeat said enemy, but because New York City doesn’t give him a damn rest, and he’s exhausted.

In the few months he’s been in college, to no one’s surprise, he’s already managed to be late on a pile of assignments. He doesn’t have the time to work on them, and even when he does and sits down to get on with it, it’s like his brain won’t stop running.

It should be easy for him—he’s good at it and he’s passionate about it, after all—but he can’t focus on the task at hand. His brain keeps shifting back to the city, to the rooftops, to the people who need his help, to her, and suddenly his cheeks start heating up and he’s back to thinking of how good it would feel to swing around the city, with the sun behind him and the wind whizzing by, clearing his mind of everything.

Peter huffs, clicking the delete key on his run-down laptop until the two lines he’s managed to write in the last half an hour disappear from the document, leaving it blank once more. His suit stares back at him from the other side of the room, laying on a chair, the goggles on his mask ogling at him, as if begging him to please put it on and take it out for a stroll.

For a few seconds he thinks he’s actually going to give in, but then he shakes his head, reprimanding himself and murmuring a No. No, Peter. No. He can’t keep avoiding his responsibilities, he needs to get the assignment done. College is far too expensive for him to throw it all away just to swing around like a monkey. He’ll have plenty of time to do that later.

He accommodates back on his chair, cracks his knuckles, and is about to begin typing away when–

Tap tap tap.

His head shoots to his right, facing the window where the sound has come from, to be met with nothing but that—the window. Chastising himself for getting distracted once more, he returns to his work, thinking it must have been the wind, or a knocking next-door.

But as soon as he looks away, there it is again, tap tap tap on the glass.

He turns on his chair once more, expecting nothing again, but gives a little jump at what he sees, surprisingly startled.

A head hangs upside down from the top of his window, wide eyes staring at him through even bigger spectacles, hair the color of snow flowing in the breeze.

He furrows, “Again?”

She waves happily, still upside down, and points at the lock on the window, asking him to let her in. She could bust it open easily—she is the best cat burglar ever, after all—but she doesn’t want to get him in trouble with his landlord. Not again.

“What are you doing?” he asks, slightly annoyed as she jumps over the windowsill and into his one-room apartment.

“Aren’t you happy to see me?” she asks with that playfulness that comes naturally to her, even in the worst of situations.

“I told you not to come around here, Cat. Someone could see you.”

“So what? No one’s gonna think you,” a sharp fingernail pokes at his chest, “Of all people, are Spider-Man.”

“Wow, thank you. A lot. That’s really kind.”

“I’m joking, Spider. Who’s gonna see me hanging out of your window on a 4th story, anyway?”

“My neighbors? I don’t know. Don’t do it again.”

“Relax, Spider-Boy. I won’t,” she rolls her eyes, and he knows reprimanding her is of no use. She’ll do it again whenever she pleases.

Peter’s eyes follow her as she moves around his apartment comfortably, opening up cabinets in search of food, running her fingers over the notes on biophysical chemistry on his kitchen counter, straightening up items here and there. He watches with narrow eyes as she finds a pack of cookies and pops one into her mouth, sitting down on his bed.

How has this become his life? Two months ago they were kicking each other’s asses out in the cold, and now she’s laying on his pillow. He’s not sure if he likes it or it unnerves him, how naturally it comes to her to invade his personal space.

“What are you up to? Wanna go out for a stroll?” she asks, still chewing.

“No. I’m doing school work.”

“Okay.”

They sit in silence while he waits for her to get the hint and leave, but she doesn’t, just stares at him. So he stares back, blinking awkwardly, arms crossed, and then cocks his head toward the window.

“Oh, you want me to leave?” she realizes.

“Well, yeah, I have things to do.”

“I’ll be really quiet,” she shakes her head, a grin on her face. “You won’t even notice I’m here.”

Sure.

He’s probably going to regret this, but how can he tell her no? She’s not going to leave either way, and the more he presses, the more she’ll do the exact opposite. He knows her well by now.

For a few minutes, as he stares at the blinking cursor on his screen, he actually believes he’s going to get some work done, but he can hear the tapping of her fingers on the leather of her suit, the steady up and down of her breathing, and if he concentrates hard enough, even the fluttering of her lashes. It’s driving him nuts.

His brain is foggy, and he’s itching for that freedom only the free-falling can provide him with. And he’s thinking of last week, when they played tag over Queens, swinging and chasing each other around narrow alleys and crowded streets. It’s just what he needs, exactly what the doctor ordered.

Peter gets up from his chair abruptly, closing his laptop and already reaching for his suit, “Okay, let’s go.”

And they’re stumbling back onto a rooftop, giggling and out of breath. This in particular is the one they favor, one that overlooks Central Park, and a little further away, the Empire State, peeking its pointy head over the less impressive skyscrapers.

They sit at the edge, legs dangling off the ledge, watching as the sun sets and hides behind the buildings in the distance, recalling the amazing stunt she’d pulled by swinging off his web and landing flawlessly on her feet.

It’s funny how things work. She found out about his identity completely by accident two months ago, catching him half naked in an alley, all bloody, with his suit torn and no mask on. “I knew you were cute, Spider,” was all she said as she offered him a hand to help him back home, and ever since then, they’d grown closer.

Now that she’s on his side–at least, most of the time–he finds himself enjoying his patrolling nights. Their nights together. Sometimes he even catches himself looking forward to the sun setting, running back home from class, dying to get into his suit just to do this. And he likes doing it with her. He’d spent so much time alone, he’d forgotten how good it felt to just be around somebody, no matter how bothersome they are.

It really does mess with his head, because technically, he’s not supposed to like her. She’s been trouble from the start, and she’s made things more complicated for him countless times, but he has so much fun with her. And sure, if he doesn’t think about the morality of her profession, she’s the best partner he could ask for.

“These are really good,” he points out, scrolling through the pictures she’d taken of him mid-air on his second-hand camera.

He’s been selling pictures of Spider-Man to The Bugle for a couple months now. It’s a job he’d rather not do—after all, they do literally hate his guts over there—but it’s one he has to do if he wants to keep a roof over his head. At least, now he doesn’t have to tape his camera to a wall to take his pictures. She does the job for him.

“I have many talents.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” he says absentmindedly.

Her brow shoots up, “Can you, now?”

His slow brain doesn’t realize she’s messing with him until a few seconds later, when he sees through the teasing smirk on her face and her comment downs on him. “I mean, thank you.”

“You’re so easy,” she laughs in a bright smile that reminds Peter a little too much of pure sunshine, pointing out his reddening cheeks. “Anyway, wanna make out?”

“Wh- what?” he chokes out. Did he hear correctly?

“I said: do you wanna get takeout?”

“I don’t think that’s what you said.”

“I’m pretty sure it is.”

He’s sure his face is bright red at this point. Now he’s really wishing he hadn’t taken his mask off. She’s messing with him again, and he’s fallen for it, again. How embarrassing. “Why are you like this?”

“Like what?”

“Do you have a thing for me blushing or…?”

“You are just so damn cute, Spider,” she bumps his shoulder, leaning into him slightly.

She blinks slowly, her lashes fluttering softly, and Peter starts shaking.

Maybe not literally, but on the inside, it feels like every cell on his body is vibrating, shaking away, like turbulence on an airplane, and he feels like he’s about to crash. It’s too late to worry about a bad landing, because he’s already trying to shove his wildly beating heart back into his ribcage before it spills out through his mouth.

Fortunately for him, just as he feels himself shifting forward the slightest bit, before he dares do something stupid, she stands up in a gush of energy and leaps onto the ledge of the roof.

She walks along the dangerously narrow path, putting one foot in front of the other with cat-like grace, her arms spread out. He knows her balance is quite literally perfect, knows she would never fall, and if she did, she would land on her feet, and yet, he can’t help it, it comes out of his mouth, easy as breathing, “Be careful.”

She turns around to face him, a smile on her face that is as sweet as is dangerous; a double edged sword. “Would you catch me? If I fell?”

“Always.”

And he means it, of course he does. She’s the closest thing he’s had to a friend the past few months, the only person who has been around, getting to know Spider-Man, and now Peter Parker alike.

After losing everything he’d ever had, he felt lost, angry and lonely. And that’s when she came around, swinging into his life like a fist, to slap him back into the world of the living and fill him with something other than grief.

Those first few months, when he chased her around the city, hoping to catch her with her hands on the smoking gun, he felt alive again. And then everything changed between them, and she went from foe to friend.

Now he can’t think about patrolling without thinking of her. He can’t picture the night without an image of her popping into his head, with her bratty attitude and wolfish grin, about to make a comment that will turn his ears pink. But he enjoys it, how she fills up the silence, how warm he feels next to her. Sometimes that warmth is anger and annoyance, sometimes it’s other things. Things he doesn’t dare admit, at least not yet.

She doesn’t say anything at his answer, even though he’s well aware that it sounds more like a confession than an offhand comment. If it has affected her in any way that isn’t prideful, she doesn’t let it show, just smiles triumphantly.

She’s got him wrapped around her finger, and she knows it. And maybe he’s in deeper than he thought he was. Maybe.

•••

A week of absolutely no distractions and assignment after assignment has given Peter a lot of time to think about various things. He’s come to a few realizations:

He should probably not take off his mask when he’s around the Cat, just so he won’t give her the satisfaction of seeing him blush anymore.

College really is just not worth it.

He can’t live off of cheese strings and coffee.

College is not worth it again.

There’s a criminal organization in New York he needs to take down sooner than later.

Maybe he should’ve gone grocery shopping first, but he’s already barging into their shared rooftop, letting go of the web that swung him there to walk up to the Cat, already waiting for him and picking at her long nails.

“We’re gonna steal something!”

“Hello to you, too. Did you say “We”?” she grins, instantly intrigued. “That’s very immoral of you, Spidey.”

Normally, yes, he would find it immoral, but this is an exception. He’s been thinking about it for over a month now, and every time he runs it over in his head, it becomes more and more clear that he needs her expert hand if he wants it to be successful.

“It’s for the greater good.”

“Okay. What are we stealing?

“Just some records. Numbers. Proof.”

“Records,” her brow shoots up. “From whom?”

Peter kisses his cheek, dreading this moment, and whispers the answer through his teeth, almost inaudibly as he scratches at the nape of his neck. She gets a little closer to him, her inquisitive look piercing right through him, “Huh? You’re gonna have to speak a little louder. I don’t have your abilities, Spidey.”

“The Maggia.”

Her eyes widen. “The Maggia? Yeah, no, thank you,” she turns away from him and starts to walk in the opposite direction. “Already did that once and it was…not good.”

Maybe he doesn’t need need her help, but she is really good at what she does, and besides, he wants her by his side. Of course, he’s not about to tell her that, no need to feed her ego.

“Please,” he pouts under the mask, holding her back by her wrist so she doesn’t walk away from him. Begging doesn’t work with her, not at all, but he can try. “I can’t do it without you.”

Her stance softens at that, so she sighs, annoyed, “You know I’m all about being reckless, but not without a good reason. So what’s in it for me?”

“The satisfaction of knowing you’re going to help a lot of people by overthrowing organized crime?”

“Ugh,” her nose scrunches up in disgust.

“Why do you always need to get something out of it? We have a deal, don’t we? You help me sometimes, and I overlook your ‘visits’ to the Guggenheim,” he says, making air-quotes.

“Why do you care about that, anyway? I’m like Robin Hood.”

“You’re the British Museum at best.” She gasps, looking extremely offended for a few seconds, her hand over her heart, so he clarifies, “You don’t take from the rich to give to the poor.”

“Yes, I do. The rich being,” she makes a vague gesture with her hand, as if batting away some fly. “And the poor being me, of course.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works.”

“Whatever you say.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he shakes his head, catching her before she tries to divert the conversation. “Are you gonna help me or not?”

Her eyes roll, “Well, if I must…”

Barely a few hours later, once the sun has set, the crescent moon providing them with enough coverage in the shadows, they’re already on the go, towards the outskirts of the city.

It only takes them a few minutes to get to their destination, and once they do, they wait, watching the entrance of the property from their hiding place in the heights, observing in silence and coming up with their plan of action.

“Rooftop, you think? The skylight?” asks Peter.

“Yeah, that’ll be the quickest and safest way. You web me down, I’ll get whatever I can find. Nobody will even notice we were here. Easy as that.”

“Are you sure? I should go in with you.”

“No. They probably have security systems you won’t be able to recognize or avoid. I’ll go in. You keep watch.”

“I really think I should go in with you. What if–”

“Spider,” she interrupts him, getting closer to him until they’re face to face, inches away. “Let me do my thing. You don’t need to worry about it.”

Peter is not particularly fond of this plan, but she’s the expert at this sort of thing, so he follows after her, silently swinging past the guards patrolling the perimeter and landing on the rooftop unnoticed. Once they reach the skylight at the center of it, she pulls a pin out of her suit and starts fumbling with the lock with expert hands.

Nearly two seconds later, it pops open, “Ta-da!”

“Wow. You are really good at that.”

“The best,” she announces happily. “Alright, pull me down.”

They manage to create some sort of make-shift harness out of his webs, wrapping them around her waist tightly so he’ll be able to hold her easily and bring her in and out of the facility with no problem. Once they’re done, she jumps down into the building with no hesitation, and he steadies himself, bending his knees and planting his feet firmly on the floor to hold her up.

And damn her, because even now, as he slowly lowers her down the skylight, she looks beautiful, with the moon shining down on her, her body contorting on the web to keep herself steady, her doe eyes looking up at him, instructing him to go a little slower now, more to the right then.

The Cat has many good qualities and abilities, but Peter found out very quickly that the weapon she wields the best is her beauty—a perfectly angled knife that slashes through him, punctures his lungs and leaves him gasping for air. It’s the one thing he hasn’t learnt how to dodge yet.

“Spider?” she asks suddenly. “Why’d you stop?”

“Sorry,” he clears his throat and resumes his job in aiding her to rappel down. “Got distracted.”

“Why? Do you like what you see? Is that what it is?” she purrs, obviously trying to make him tick. He’s not falling for it this time.

“Sure. Indiana Jones could never,” he jokes, and unfortunately it’s true. He might have the style, but he doesn’t have the elegance nor the effortlessness of the Black Cat. “What do you see?”

“Give me a second. It’s too dark.”

“You can’t be too far off the ground, can you?” It’s just a warehouse. “Can you?” he asks again, but there’s no answer, so he tries once more, “Cat?”

No answer still. Was this part of the plan? Wasn’t he supposed to get confirmation that she’d made it in? Sure, they didn’t talk about that, but isn’t it a normal thing to check on? Now he can’t recall what they’d discussed and his palms are starting to get sweatier and sweatier by the minute.

She told him to wait and keep watch, but he can’t just sit back. He has no business getting so worried, so quickly, but he’s not the most patient person, and he doesn’t like a single one of the hundred different scenarios that are rushing through his mind right now.

So he jumps into the building, with no thought in him but his partner getting hurt or taken or worse. And two seconds later as he lands on a dark hallway, just like she said he would, he triggers some sort of alarm, and the whole building goes on full blast, blaring a high pitched noise, bright red flashing lights and all.

“Shit,” he murmurs under his breath.

Peter doesn’t know what to do except run, instead of back through the skylight, right down the hallway, in search of The Cat. Just when he rounds out the corner, running frantically like a maniac, he slams hard against something, sending him almost straight to the floor.

“Peter?”

“Oh, thank God, you’re okay,” he places his arms on her shoulders to ground himself, relieved once he sees her, safe and sound.

“What did you do?” she asks, annoyed, over the deafening sound of the alarm.

“You weren’t answering! So I came in.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Red light illuminates her face, matching her annoyance. “I was doing my job. You clearly didn’t do yours very well.”

“Uh, excuse me, lady, for worrying about you.”

“Get us out of here, Spider. Out, out,” she taps his shoulders.

They run back down the hallway, to make their way out of the skylight once more, and he’s wrapping his arm around her waist to swing them both out and away when-

A bullet whizzes past them, making them jump.

“Holy fu-”

“You!” Two burly men in suits are sprinting down the corridor towards them, guns pointed, fingers on the trigger and ready to shoot again.

Peter tugs at her hand to get her out of there, but she steps in front of him instead, on the line of fire.

“Watch out! Faulty construction!” she yells out in a mocking tone, and somehow, the whole ceiling panel ahead of them breaks away and tumbles down onto the men, knocking them down and burying them under plaster. “Oops!”

Peter’s eyes widen, weirdly impressed. Those bad luck powers truly are something.

And as soon as he’s about to praise her and her little stunt, a whole group of mobsters round the corner, marching at them with all kinds of weapons ready to fire. They’re way too many to fight on their own, so like real heros do in times of trouble, they make a run for it.

“Hold on tight!” His arm wraps around her waist as her legs wrap around his, and Peter leaps out of the skylight, carrying them both out into the night.

A bullet whizzes by way too close to them, cutting through the air and making his hair stand on end as he shoots out a web to propel them towards the edge of the building. He jumps off the railing, the arm around her tightening its grip, and for a couple of seconds where time stands completely still, they’re free falling, and falling, and falling, until Peter shoots out another web, preventing them from slamming onto the pavement.

He swings them back to his apartment, his mood souring further the closer they get, guilt starting to creep in as the adrenaline washes away. Perching her gently on the window ledge, he allows her to crack it open and let them in easily, too defeated to even try to argue about it.

He rips his mask off as soon as he steps in, throwing it across the room carelessly. “Damn it,” he barks frustratedly, kicking the floor. “I messed it up, didn’t I? I almost got us killed.”

“You did,” she nods her head, adjusting the fur on her collar. “But it was fun. A little run in with the mob is always good. Could’ve gone worse.”

“Fun? They were firing multiple guns at us. That wasn’t fun, that was insane!”

“Spider-”

“That was all my fault! I almost- How could I be so stupid?”

“I can assure you, you can get stupider. it wasn’t that big of a deal,” she tries to cut in again, but Peter keeps on frantically pacing, his breathing getting agitated, his face blotchy.

“I didn’t listen. I should’ve listened to you.”

“Don’t worry about that.”

“Oh my god! I put you in danger! I fucked up and I put you in danger and it was all for nothing-”

“Peter!”

Now, that shuts him right up.

“I swear to God, you better shut up right now.”

But he’s so caught off guard that he wouldn’t be able to speak even if he tried.

Peter.

She has never called him that. Never by his name. Always Spider, sometimes Spidey, other times any weird name that crosses her mind. Never Peter. And he doesn’t understand why he’s so shocked by it, but he guesses it’s because it’s been a while since he’s heard his name coming out of the mouth of a friend.

And the realization is soul-crushing.

He’s too preoccupied with that to process anything else she’s saying or to notice how she’s ruffling through her pockets in search of something.

“Hey!” she snaps her fingers to get his attention. “Who said it was for nothing, huh?” she purrs, a smirk on her face, and in her hand, between her index and thumb, a shiny, silver pendrive, glinting in the dim light, like the final quest reward in some videogame.

He takes it from her and studies it in his hand, fascinated with the little token and even more fascinated by her and her abilities and how she somehow keeps surprising him again and again. “Cat, I could kiss you right now.”

“All in its right time,” she laughs, sitting beside him on the end of his bed, her hand on his shoulder. “I told you I had your back if you had mine, didn’t I? When I found out,” she points at his face. “I meant it. Don’t beat yourself up. We did this together. I know you don’t like me most of the time, but-”

“Don’t say that. I do. Like you. All of the time.”

How could he not? Even back when he thought he hated her, he adored her. Cherished every second they spent together, throwing punches and kicking each other in the shins, throwing witty and snarky comments back and forth like daggers.

Bold and brass, she’d shaken him awake from a deep slumber. Not gently like the warmth of the early morning sun on your closed eyelids would, heating up your chilling bones; but more like the punching shock and the grimace that follows after sucking on a lemon. Or getting kicked in the mouth, those terrible seconds when you notice that rusty taste on your tongue and you check in fear if you’ve still got all of your teeth.

That's how she makes him feel, which is not a pretty picture, but somehow explains it perfectly.

“That’s very sweet of you, lover,” she says with a fond smile. “I like you too, even when you’re scolding me for being a master at my craft and looking good while doing it.”

“Ha-ha,” he fake-laughs despondently. His hand finds hers on her knee, and he interlocks their fingers, squeezing reassuringly. “Is that really what you think? That I don’t like you?”

“Not really. I’ve seen your cheeks turn bright red enough times to know it’s not exactly anger. But…”

“What is it?”

“I dunno. I feel like there is a side of me you can’t get behind, and that really bothers me,” she says honestly, in a tone he’s not used to hearing from her. “This is not a game to me. You know that, right? I know I say I’m having fun all the time, but really, I do have my reasons for doing this. I’d much rather be in college, like you are.”

The breaking and entering, the robberies, the fights, the getting acquainted with the wrong people. Of course he knows there’s a reason behind all of it. She’s young and on her own. He doesn’t know what brought her to this point, but he understood from the beginning that she’s just looking out for herself.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “If I ever made you feel bad about that. I know you’re just doing what you need to do. We all are.” They just have different ways to it. But he can’t judge her for that.

“It’s okay,” and her smile is back. Sunny and undefeated. “You couldn’t bring me down if you tried. I’ll beat your ass.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” he laughs with her, and it flows easy and free, his chest feeling lighter, his hand still on hers.

But then the laughter dies down, and the silence settles in, and they stare at each other with nothing to say for once. They’re sitting way too close together. The faint fragrance of her perfume–something sweet and floral he hasn't had the chance to indulge in until now–fills up his nostrils, making his head spin.

Tentatively, he reaches up, his gloved hand meeting the side of her face, and he expects her to pull away, make some comment about him keeping his hands to himself. But surprisingly, she gets even closer, nuzzles into his touch, and he’s suddenly wishing he wasn’t wearing his suit, just to feel her warm cheek under his fingers.

“Can I?” he simply whispers.

Their eyes meet, and she nods coyly, giving him the green light to move forward. His fingers clasp around her goggles, perfectly fitted to her face, and he pulls them off, slowly.

She once said she wore them only for theatrics, not to actually hide who she was, because she was too pretty for that, and besides, no one would ever catch her. Peter wasn't too sure about that, but he agreed on the former.

He’s never seen her without them, and even if they don’t do much in covering her face, it feels weirdly intimate. Like some sort of metaphorical mask; a veil that’s being lifted to reveal truths, ones that he suspects have been ready to be uttered for a while now.

And it’s like he’s seeing her for the first time all over again.

He remembers the shock, the awe, the intrigue. It still feels fresh in his mind, imprinted there, the way it does when someone makes one hell of a first impression. He recalls every single move she’d made during that first fight, every punch she’d thrown, every kick he’d received.

And yet, all of it dissolves into nothing but feelings and sensations, faint memories, because the girl in front of him–the girl he’s seeing–is not The Black Cat, infamous master burglar. He’s seeing her, just the girl, more akin to him than he’ll ever know.

The girl, who fills his nights with giggles and joy, amidst the blood and the bruises and the darkness.

Sure, she enjoys teasing him, toying with him, pressing all the wrong and right buttons. Her presence is intoxicating in all senses of the word. Most of the time, he finds her extremely annoying, especially when she goes a little rogue, but he wouldn’t trade her company for anything. She fills up all the empty spaces in his life left by the people who are gone, and the ones that no longer know him. But she does–know him. He’s gotten the chance to start over, with her, a blank slate.

He’s afraid he’s given her too much of an in into his life, and having someone know about his identity again is terrifying, it strangely feels like he’s doing it all over again. He just hopes history doesn’t repeat itself, and although he’s learned to not take anything for certain, the one thing he knows is that he wants her here, by his side. He wants her.

He can pinpoint that feeling now, clear as day. It’s that very last second playing roulette, when you see it’s about to land on red after you’ve bet all of your money on it.

He might have just gotten lucky.

Before he knows it, he’s leaning in, and after a beat of a heart, his lips are on hers.

She doesn’t pull away, just leans into it, letting him take the reins of the kiss, his hand cupping her cheek, her hand wrapping around his wrist. She presses on a little closer, her other hand falling onto his thigh that’s brushing against hers on the bed, tainting the kiss with a fervor unfamiliar to him. He welcomes it gladly, allowing her to climb onto his lap, his hands coming to rest on her waist, pressing her body against his as she lays him on his bed.

Her kiss is tender, and strangely sweet considering she’s sitting on top of him, but not gentle–more so, demanding. He’s tempted to move his hands on her waist a little lower, explore every inch of that damned leather suit, but he doesn’t dare move them, just keeps kissing her. It’s only when her hands start snaking down his body and her lips move down his jaw and neck to plant open-mouthed kisses there that he snaps out of it

“Wait, wait,” he pulls away, holding her face in his hands. He can’t believe he’s saying no to a girl already in his bed–even if it’s the stuff of his wildest fantasies and a younger version of him would smack him on the back of his neck–but he wants to do this the right way. He owes her that. “I really like you.”

“I can tell,” she assures him with half a smirk, her eyes drifting down between their bodies.

But he doesn’t blush this time, not even under her scorching gaze. “And I really, really want to keep kissing you.”

“Okay,”

“But I really, really care about you, so let’s not jinx it?”

“You really just don’t like fun, huh?” she sighs.

He laughs, sitting up to rest his forehead against hers, his nose gently grazing hers, his hands flat on her back. “I wanna be with you, Cat,” he whispers.

She just studies him silently, pondering his words, her mind surely working through a hundred different scenarios and outcomes. “You’re too good for me, Peter.”

By the way she’s looking at him, he can almost hear her next words in the silence. I’m not a hero. I’m not some broken toy you can fix. I’m a thief, proudly so. And I’ll always be one. You can’t change that.

And that’s the thing: he doesn't want her to change. He’ll take the good with the bad, the shiny and the rusted. He likes her as she is. Even if she does not understand boundaries, even if she’ll go to the ends of the world just to see him blush at one of her dirty comments.

Most of the time, she represents everything he’s trying to fight, but it’s like every single time he thinks he can’t see past it, she surprises him with some small, little confession in the midst of some casual conversation that hits too close to home. He can’t help but feel like there is more to her. There is something hidden under the leather and the pout and the pretty face and the witty, flirty comebacks, and he’s more than willing to uncover it all, if she’ll let him.

“What if it doesn’t work?” she asks, their bodies still tangled together on his bed. “What if it ends up horribly and I’m just someone else you have to lose?”

Peter places the softest of kisses on her forehead.

She looks so sad, and he gets it; he really does after losing everybody. This lifestyle is not easy, and it’s hard to let people in. Fear eats away at you slowly, until you’re left with nothing, all jagged and sharp edges, with a “Danger. Do not touch.” sign printed on your chest.

But it’s been a year already, a very long year, and he’s already gotten a taste of what a second chance might look like. If he thinks back on everyone who has ever loved him, he knows he can’t let her go. He wants to try his luck.

After all, she came in right when he needed her the most, and if that’s not good luck, he doesn't know what is. It’s a lonely life, the one they’ve chosen, but it’s theirs, and they have each other now. She’s got his back, and he’s got hers.

“I’ll always be there to catch you, remember?”

Both her hands come up to his face, and a second later, she’s kissing him again, with the same passion from that first kiss, but still gently, confirming everything Peter needed to know. That she might be the one–the one who sticks around, who understands him.

She pulls away, with a smile threatening to break free on her face, and whispers against his lips, “You’ll have to let me go about my business, though. You know that.”

His whole face lights up wtih a silly, shit-eating grin. “Don’t I already do that?”

“Alright,” she hums in agreement, tilting her head like a kitten with glossy eyes. “Can we keep kissing now, or…?”

“Yes.”

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can i please req peter parker x mutant!reader and reader is hypersensitive to sounds because of their ability to control vibrations and maybe? gets super jumpy every time an automatic humidifier pumps and all the avengers keep on catching r climbing peter because of it? 🫶🏻🫶🏻 LOVE YOUR WORK

hello sunshiiiine! i loved this request and it hit super close to home, so a lot of reader's experiences and symptoms are based on mine/my friends. (i missed the part about the controlling vibrations though, but i hope it still fits how you imagined it!) i'm so flattered you like my work 🥰 it means the world

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞

peter parker x enhanced! reader (gender neutral)

warnings: swearing, mentions of drug use (jokingly), overstim/panic attack, scenes from the conjuring 1 (not really spoilers just horror movie stuff), crackfic elements as always because it's me

w/c: 2.6k

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you winced, as did many of the other avengers. you watched as carolyn’s skin turned ghastly gray and her eyes become a sickly yellow as she became possessed by a demon. you threw a couple more pieces of popcorn into your mouth.

since joining the avengers, movie nights had become one of your favorite group activities. because of your age and how new you were, it was hard to feel like a part of the team. peter was one of your only solaces.

“don’t eat all of it!” he hissed, knocking his elbow into yours. you rolled your eyes and threw a piece at his face. it left a grease mark on his cheek. you leaned in to clean it with your mouth.

“you neanderthal,” he whispered, laughing under his breath. he dug his hands in the bowl and grabbed a greedy fist of popcorn. you turned your head to face the screen, shifting under the blanket you were sharing with peter so you could loop your foot around peter’s legs. you often found yourself seeking out peter’s touches; it was comforting to have a physical presence there when you found yourself overstimulated. the tower was always busy, but peter was your constant.

peter was no stranger to overstimulation himself (and no, not in that way; get your head out of the gutter). his heightened spider senses and his adhd had been an inconvenient combo at first, but with help from bruce and tony, he was able to get his senses under control. your senses were much strong than his, to the point where overstimulation could be debilitating. it was all foreign ground to bruce and tony, so as they continued to work on a solution, peter had made it his personal mission to help you adjust and walking you through methods that had helped him.

you were too hyperfixated on watching carolyn tear her own hair out to notice the sappy look on peter’s face as he revered how the artificial light from the tv illuminated half your face. his eyes traveled from your eyelashes and the thin coat of mascara that you’d taught him how to apply for you, to the slope of your nose and the little bump you insisted was unseemly but that he found adorable, to your lips, slightly parted as you were entranced by the horror unfolding on the screen.

wanda, who was comfortably cozied up to vision on peter’s other side, snorted in amusement accompanied by that small nose scrunch of hers. she tapped peter’s shoulder furiously and with more force than necessary to catch his attention. he turned to look at her cautiously as to not move too much and disturb you.

wanda waggled her eyebrows deviously and vision hid his own smug smile. (curse that literal power couple for their perceptiveness.) wanda mouthed something that peter could barely pick up in the dark room. frustratedly, wanda leaned in closer and whispered, “take their hand, you idiot.” vision nodded in agreement, tilting his head towards you and then shaking his head at peter, disappointed. peter couldn’t be sure, but he thought he saw vision mouth the word “coward.”

wanda slapped peter’s wrist playfully before cuddling into vision’s chest once more, like nothing had just happened.

peter was pretty sure you could pick up on his heartrate increasing. when you turned to look at him with a concerned look, he took it back. peter was positive you could hear the way his heart was pounding. he only hoped you couldn’t feel the heat rising to his cheeks as well.

“peter?” you whispered, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek sweetly. well, shit. there went his second wish. “oh, you’re all warm! is it the movie? do you not like horror movies?”

peter smiled in what looked more like a grimace. “no! i love horror movies, actually! yeah, they’re super great,” he lied, knowing how much you enjoyed them and hoping he could use that as an excuse to watch more movies with you. “i’m just- uh, a little warm. from the blanket.”

reluctantly, peter removed himself from under the blanket and pushed it to you. your face fell, or at least peter thought so, because a moment later, that sweet smile of yours returned. it didn’t do much to help his heart from spasming.

“o-okay! sorry if i made you uncomfortable,” you stammered, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. any contact you’d been making with peter had been broken and peter found himself longing for your touch.

“no, it’s not you, it’s actually-”

“can you guys shut up?” rhodey complained from his pillow throne on the ground. “this is the best part.”

the two of you settled, looking anywhere but each others’ eyes. you slumped into the couch cushions grumpily and faced the screen once more. honestly, peter couldn’t care about ‘the best part.’ he hadn’t really been watching anyways, content with simply basking in your presence. it was the only time he could really admire you without seeming creepy. not that he was creepy at other times or anything.

the screen flashed white and the team jumped, including you. there was screaming and chaos and amidst it all, you’d flinched so hard that you’d frozen into place, eyes wide and glossy, hands clutching your blanket with a vice-like grip that left you trembling. peter could immediately recognize what it was.

you were having an attack of sorts, brought on by the harsh cinematography and the chorus of yelps and screams from the other avengers. now the popcorn bowl in your hands weighed pounds, the blanket on your skin had grown prickles, and the air around you was sending jolts down your spine. you tensed, shoulders coming up to your ears as you rubbed the back of your neck to fight the invisible tickle that was taunting you.

peter whispered your name a couple times, gradually increasing in volume until you were able to fully respond. when he caught sight of you, his face fell at the despondance in your eyes and the sudden quivers of your body. he glanced down at his watch, eyebrows furrowing as he caught the time.

11:30PM, which is when the automatic air purifier turned on for the night. it was a bit loud, which was why it worked at night, but now you were awake and already stressed. he hesitated for a second, hands lingering in the air so could choose whether or not you wanted to be touched, and you leaned into his open arms immediately. he pulled you close and you buried your nose into the fabric of his shirt, taking deep inhales of his detergent and the new york wind that he always smelled like from swinging around.

he rubbed your back, putting pressure on your tense muscles to ground you. you sniffed, squeezing your eyes shut to try and block out at least one sensory stimuli. peter frowned as he felt you continue to shudder sporadically in his arms. he glanced around the room. thankfully, nobody was paying attention to you two. he didn’t think you could handle people crowding you and trying to talk to you right now, even if it was well-intentioned.

“d’you wanna leave?” he muttered near your ear. he felt you shake your head. “no? that’s okay. we can stay here, if that’s what you need. do you want me to hold you or do you not want anything to be touching you?”

peter felt you melt into his touch, like putty. “jus’ want you,” you mumbled, and peter blushed a million shades darker. you said nothing except threaded your fingers through peter’s and squeezing them, hard. he realized that the pressure was grounding you.

“c’mon, get comfy. i’ll stay with you until the movie’s over, okay? just tell me if there’s anything else i can do to make you feel better,” peter mumbled into your hair as you pushed yourself tightly against peter’s body. he’d been having bad luck controlling his physical reactions to you but prayed more than anything that there’d be no action down there. not the time, peter.

“thank you,” you hummed into his neck. this time, it was he who shivered at the hot air you breathed against his bare skin. “you’re warm. please, just… i need you.” you went silent for a moment before peter felt your lips move against his skin again. “you’re everything to me, peter. i lo- thank you.”

peter’s eyes softened and he pursed his lips to stop himself from beaming. you two had always been touchy and affectionate, but never so emotionally vulnerable. all he wanted to do was pick you up and spin you and then kiss you with all the pining he’d been storing from the past few months, but you didn’t need that right now. you just needed him, peter. his presence. so instead, he brought his hands up to stroke your hair and pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

“i love you too.”

you awoke the sound of poorly suppressed giggling, blinking the harsh sunlight from your groggy eyes. nudging peter, who grumbled and only dug his head closer to your chest, you glanced around to find the culprit of the noise. it was sam and bucky, the former holding his phone in front of his face and very obviously videotaping the two of you, while the latter had pulled out a polaroid camera (bucky hadn’t yet figured out how to use a smartphone) and was just now clicking it to capture the two of you in a bright flash.

peter jolted awake at the sound of bucky’s camera. “what the f-”

“language!” steve shouted from the kitchen, always on his game even at seven in the morning. he appeared by the duo’s side with a protein shake in hand and a judgementally, but amused quirked eyebrow directed at the two of you.

“why are you guys even awake?” you groaned, pushing peter off of you. somehow, you’d ended up falling asleep on the couch with peter’s head and torso on top of yours, and your legs draped over his.

“went on a run,” bucky shrugged. “came back to this.”

peter rubbed his eyes, sitting up. “what even- when did we finish the movie?” his morning voice was raspy and endearing and you cursed yourself for the fluttering in your stomach

“we finished the movie, like,” sam checked his phone, “eight hours ago. you guys passed out right before ed and lorraine did their whole ‘we saved the family, hip hip hooray’ thing. there was too much snoring and popcorn grease going on for any of us to bother waking you up.”

“i do not snore,” you insisted, uselessly trying to fix your bedhead.

“i beg to differ,” natasha chimed in, hopping the kitchen counter nonchalantly to sit on a stool with a coffee in hand, not spilling a single drop. “i’m a light sleeper. i could hear you from my room.” you sighed in embarrassment and peter took your hand, rubbing circles into the back of your palm reassuringly. “i knew stark didn’t soundproof my room,” natasha cursed under her breath. “that conniving bitch.”

bucky shook his polaroid a couple times before frisbee-ing it at the two of you. peter snatched it from the air, turning the picture so you could see it too. you had to admit, it was a nice picture.

“so are you guys, like, together now?” tony strolled in, his silk sleep mask pushed on top of his head like like a headband. how unfortunate it was that the avengers were early risers.

“dude, they’ve been together for like, weeks,” sam rolled his eyes, shifting his weight to one foot sassily. “get with the program.”

“we’re not-”

“are you fucking with me, sam?” natasha looked genuinely shocked, on the verge of offended. “they’ve been dating for months now.” when sam didn’t say anything, natasha threw her hands in the air. “these are the mightiest protectors of earth? god, we’re all doomed.”

“uh, actually-”

“wait, seriously?” tony squealed, clapping his hands together gleefully. “oh my god, this is so cute. i think they’re my new OTP. don’t let wanda and vision hear me say that. wait, what’s their ship name going to be? i ordered customized mugs for wanda and vision’s three week anniversary and it would be unfair for me to not-”

“we’re not together!” you exclaimed, a little louder than you’d intended to. all heads turned to you, even peter’s, as you looked at each avenger in bewilderment. “peter and i are friends. what are you guys smoking? did thor bring asgardian weed or something?” your face quickly fell. “oh shit, were they in the brownies? dude, i had like, three.”

“i don’t think they’re high,” peter whispered to you, gaze flickering to each avenger that now were very confused and slightly perturbed. natasha slowly spun around and returned to drinking her coffee silently. bucky and sam looked at each other.

“well, that’s awkward. FRIDAY, cancel order.” tony pulled the sleeping mask off his head and spun it around on his finger to avoid the thickness in the air. “right. i’m gonna go back to bed.”

peter placed his hand on your jaw to turn your head back to meet his eyes. he was frowning.

“do you- do you remember anything from last night?” he said sadly.

“i-” you wanted to protest. you wanted to lie and say no. but you could never lie to peter. not just because of how he’d helped you last night, but because he was peter. “yeah, i remember what happened.”

“do you remember, uh, what i said? before we fell asleep, i guess?” peter’s eyes dropped to his lap, and you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“yeah. i do. you said you loved me… too. which means you already knew i loved you, huh?” you spoke shyly, looking up at peter through your eyelashes. “love. present tense. ‘cause i… love you. is that okay?”

peter placed his hand on top of yours, the one that was still on his shoulder. he coaxed it off his body and into the grasp of his palm. pulling it to his mouth, he brushed his lips to your knuckles before letting it hover between your chests. “yeah. it’s okay. it’s more than okay, actually. it’s really good. it’s great.”

“it’s super great. i’m glad. i love you,” you giggled, euphoric at the absurdity of the confession. “i had the worst night yesterday,” you breathed, finally able to look into his eyes with as much lovesickness as you wanted. “and you were there. you saved me. like a friendly neighborhood superhero. you’re just… you make me feel safe, peter. i feel comfortable.”

peter’s eyes crinkled as he watched your face break into a sleepy smile. “you make me want to be a better person,” he confessed. “i’m a better person when i’m with you. all i ever want to do is make you comfortable, okay? if you just tell me how… i’ll do it.”

you pouted and sent him a slow, sticky blink. “i love you. i’m so happy i get to say it now. i love you.”

“i love you too,” peter’s eyes were practically shut by how hard he was smiling. “i love you so, so-”

“okay, you guys need to shut up,” rhodey complained, pulling out one of his airpods. “i’m literally listening to indina menzel right now and i can still hear you over her high notes.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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lovelybarnes · 2 years

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would you rather- p. parker

pairings: peter parker x reader warnings: tiktok trends? about: request! tik tok trend 'would you rather kiss me for 100$ or the prettiest girl for 700$' on peter parker?

your nails absentmindedly tap along to the song in the video you’re watching, the beat subtle underneath the conversation of the couple on the screen. it’s a trend you had only come to recognize because of your friends, pouting over doing it on their boyfriends and receiving a kiss and a proposal for the hundred dollars they were offered. you had laughed and waved them off when they’d tried to convince you to do it, too, but you have to admit that the couple on your screen are cute.

you grin when the boyfriend pretends to think for a second before abruptly tugging his girlfriend to him, pressing his lips to hers. she giggles and kisses his cheek. “good answer,” she winks, heading back to her phone to end the video. it restarts as you take a second to think, pushing your tongue against the inside of your cheek until you decide it won’t hurt to try it.

you check the time and glance back at your door, where peter dotingly walked out a few minutes ago to get you snacks and a bottle of water at your request. he’d been gone for nearly five minutes, so you figure he’ll be back soon and open your camera while you wait for him.

you’re fidgeting with random settings on the camera when he comes back, arms full of what you asked him and far more. you sit up in surprise, eyeing him as he spreads it out on your bed with a silly ta-da motion.

you stare at him for a second, a goofy smile on his lips.

“wow,” you say after a silent second, reaching for your gummies. “i should’ve expected this with my overachiever boyfriend.”

peter hums, pressing a loud kiss to your cheek. “yeah, you really should’ve.”

you work on opening the packet of gummies, only to ultimately let peter open it for you as you furtively turn on your phone and hide it behind your leg when you get your gummies, now neatly torn open.

you lay back, popping a few into your mouth, adjusting the camera so it catches the image of peter in front of you clearly, then you press the red button.

“peter,” you start, controlling your tone so the question seems innocent, as if you just thought of it randomly.

“yeah?” he replies, looking up at you through brown tufts of hair. you want to tuck them away, but he swats at his hair, making you chuckle. he gives you a little smile.

“would you rather kiss me for—”

“hell yeah,” he cuts in, climbing on your bed over the candy, already crawling toward you with determination before you laugh, stopping him.

“i’m not done yet.”

“but i already know my answer,” he whines.

“hush and let me finish,” you insist with a soft pat on his head, brushing away the strands you wanted to before.

“would you rather kiss me for a hundred dollars or—” you raise a finger at him to cut him off when you notice his mouth opening to interrupt you again. “or kiss the prettiest girl in the universe for seven-hundred?”

peter scrunches his nose, shaking his head if to say seriously? and continues to crawl toward you until you have to turn your phone at an awkward angle to capture him in the frame as he kisses you.

he sighs dreamily when he pulls away, pressing his lips to yours again for another soft kiss.

“now i have eight-hundred dollars,” he informs, nudging your nose with his as you laugh, cheeks warm, and trend long-forgotten.

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buckleyx · 2 years

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Hi! I just wanted to ask if you could do Peter at the end of nwh thinking everyone forgot him.But when he visits old best friend!reader they remember him! Thank you and drink water!

STRANGER P.P

The GIF I used is not mine! All credit goes to the owner!

Author’s note: hello lovely anon! Thank you for your request, I hope you like it!!! don't forget to drink water as well heheh

Peter Parker x gender!neutral reader

Warnings: angst if you squint

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"I'm sorry." You mumbled, pushing against the group of strangers. New York durning the holidays was safe to say your least favourite season. Everyone had to be somewhere so the streets were always packed. You sighed a sigh of relief when you noticed your local coffee shop. Their classic chalkboard stood proudly outside, MJ's pretty handwriting spelling out: "Nothing beter then a fresh cup of coffee to start a beautiful day with." You could already tell how much she probably despised writing that down.

You tugged your scarf closer to your body as you opened the door to the shop. You noticed Mj talking to a boy, your age, who was nervously ordering his coffee. His back was faced towards you but you still couldn't shake off the familiar feeling you got from him. You shook off the strange feeling, thinking you must have misplaced him for someone else.

You peeked in the shop hoping to catch your friend Ned for a quick conversation while waiting. You didn't saw him on your usual spot or anywhere else and since you were already running late you decided to just order a coffee to go and say a quick 'hi' to Mj.

"Will that be it?" Mj asked the customer as she finished preparing his drink. He nodded politely, playing with the end of his sleeves as she gave him his drink. Nervously he said his goodbyes before turning around to the exit.

Then he saw you. And you saw him.

Peter parker.

You couldn't believe your eyes. He was here.

Peter parker was here. The boy you spent the last week searching for as if your life depended on it. How could Mj not say anything? How could she not recognise him?

"Peter?" You asked in disbelief.

"Y/n?" He whispered, almost afraid to say your name. Afraid it was all a dream.

"I thought you disappeared. No one believed me. I- i thought you.. -" You cut your own sentence off, running up to him to hug him. He didn't hesitate to accepted your embrace, nestling his face in your shoulder.

God he missed you.

Your familiar sent made his heart flutter. It all felt so unreal. You being here. Knowing who he his. Remembering him.

You wanted to know everything he had to say. An explanation on why you one day just woke up and had to convince the people around you, that love him, that he existed.

Peter knows that you went through everything with him. He knows you know he is spiderman, he knows that you met Strange because you were there the whole time. Except after the spell you forgot, just like everyone around you. But you didn't forget everything. The last thing you remembered was Mysterio revealing Peter's identity. Everything before that you still remember like it was yesterday.

"I have so much to tell you." Peter smiled. "So-so much Y/n." He broke the embrace. You gestured to a table close to him so he could sit down.

His smile was bright, genuinely happy to see you. He played with the lit of his cup, nervous from excitement. "I really thought I lost you as well Y/n."

"Are you crazy? You know I could never forget you." You admitted. "I'm just really, really confused. I woke up and suddenly there was no record of you existing."

"I know." He sighed. "Mister Strange helped me get you guys into college."

"What?" You chuckled, not expecting that responds.

"Nevermind. It's a long long story." He tried brushing off, but you weren't having that. You needed all the details!

"Well spiderman, you're lucky I'm all ears."

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ptergwen · 2 years

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reader with healing powers. that’s it.

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w/c: 347

warnings: angst, mentions of blood, mentions of injuries

a/n: i made this an angsty one because i thought you’d appreciate it hehe i hope you enjoy <3 also sorry for the mini spam i’m back in a writing mood

“it hurts, y/n. it hurts so bad.“

“i know, baby. but i’m gonna fix it.”

“but- but what if it doesn’t work? what’s gonna happen?”

peter is bawling, and he can barely breathe. he’s stripped half naked in his spider-man suit to reveal his wounded abdomen, bleeding all over your covers. he showed up at the avengers compound in bad condition, and he was in even worse condition when you found him.

he’d gotten shot while trying to break up a robbery. the bullet was lodged deep, right between his ribs. you managed to remove the bullet, which wasn’t an easy feat. it took patience, precision, and left peter in excruciating pain. he’s been sobbing the whole time, harder since you removed the bullet.

peter has never been injured this badly before, never to the point that his powers couldn’t heal him.

but your powers can.

“don’t. don’t say that. you’re so strong, peter. you’re gonna get through this.“

peter’s bloodshot eyes lock with yours, whimpers leaving his quivering lips.

“i’m scared.”

it kills you to see your boyfriend like this, but you have to stay focused. he needs you. you put on a brave face and take peter’s hand.

“just look at me.”

you raise your free hand above peter’s abdomen. out of his peripherals, peter sees a flash of light coming from your palm. he wills himself to keep looking into your eyes, squeezing your hand tight as you begin to use your powers on him. it burns, and fresh tears roll down his cheeks, but you seal up the bullet wound.

you place your other hand atop yours and peter’s already connected ones when you’re finished, offering a reassuring smile.

peter touches the spot where he was shot. he’s shocked to feel that the wound is closed, and the pain is fading. he’s in awe of you and your abilities.

“you... you saved me. you saved my life.”

he eases himself to sit up, an arm wrapped around himself for support. you crouch down in front of him, smile widening.

“it’s what i do.”

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waitimcomingtoo · 2 years

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I’ll See You When I Fall Asleep

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: when you get adducted on a mission, Peter is the only one who believes you’re in danger

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“Peter. Look. Do these glasses make my butt look big?” You asked Peter as you posed with a rusty pair of glasses you had found sitting on your face.

“Ew. Take those off. You’re gonna get tetanus from touching those. Let’s just focus on the mission.” Peter chuckled and took the glasses off your face.

“Why should we? You know Mr. Stark never gives us actual jobs on these missions. He just sent us down here to get us out of the way.” You reminded him as you aimlessly wandered around the room.

“Then let’s prove him wrong this time. Let’s show him we can be useful. I’m gonna read through these. Maybe I’ll find something helpful.” Peter said as he pulled open a filing cabinet full of old records.

“Cool. I’m gonna look for echoes.” You rubbed your hands together and walked into the next room.

“Let me know if you find any.” Peter chuckled and pulled out a few files. He started to read through them for a few minutes until he heard your voice from the next room.

“Peter, can you come help me? I think I see something.”

“In a minute.” Peter answered and continued to flip through the files.

“Peter?” You called again after a minute.

“Can you not use my real name? People could be listening!” Peter whispered harshly in your direction.

“Sorry.” He heard you say softly. Peter felt a little guilty for snapping at you and reminded himself to apologize to you later. He continued to go through the files but didn’t end up finding anything helpful. He let out a sigh and decided to go look for you.

“Okay. I’m coming.” He called out and went into the room you had disappeared into. He looked around but didn’t see you anywhere.

“Where’d you go?” Peter laughed a little and turned in a full circle.

“Hello? Where did you go?” Peter started to grow worried as he checked under all the tables but still didn’t find you.

“This isn’t funny. Where are you hiding?” Peter asked as he checked behind the door. He once again found nothing, making the color drain from his face. He looked around the room again and this time, he noticed a back door with the latch broken. He flung the door open and found himself outside again in a bare field. Peter looked down and felt his heart stop when he saw your mask on the ground. He quickly picked it up and looked around for you, but found nothing.

“Y/N! WHERE ARE YOU!?” Peter screamed as loud as he could. He ran back into the room and looked through all the places you had walked through together in search of you.

“WHERE ARE YOU?” He screamed again, his voice horse this time. Tony came running when he heard Peter screaming and put a gentle hand over his mouth.

“Kid, what are you doing? This is a stealth mission.” Tony whispered.

“Somebody took her Mr. Stark. I can’t find her anywhere. I think something really bad happened to her. She’s gone. She called my name but I didn’t go. I didn’t….”

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay.” Tony said and put his hands around Peters shaking one’s.

“I didn’t go after her. I should’ve gone when she called me. She’d still be here.” Peter said in a quivering voice.

“It’s okay. She’s probably fine.” Tony said calmly.

“She’s probably dead!” Peter shouted and then broke into a sob. Tony noticed the mask in Peters hand and felt his stomach drop. He wrapped his arms around Peter and held him as he cried into his chest.

“FRIDAY, can you tell me the whereabouts of miss Y/n please?” Tony asked calmly. Peter sniffled and looked up at Tony as a hope grew in his chest. Tony watched FRIDAY scan its GPS for your tracker and eventually found its target.

“She’s outside the west side of the building.” FRIDAY answered, making Peter sigh in relief.

“See kid? She’s fine. She’s just outside.” Tony said and led Peter in the direction of your tracker.

“But I just looked outside. I didn’t see her.”

“You probably didn’t look hard enough. Come on. Let’s go get her.” Tony patted Peters shoulder and went back to the field with him. Tony didn’t see anything either but continued to follow where FRIDAY had tracked you to be. He walked a few paces and came across his worst nightmare. Your tracking device, a small chip Tony implanted under your skin when you first joined the team, was laying on the ground in a small pool of blood. Tony froze and stared at the chip, knowing what this meant for you.

“What is it?” Peter called out when he saw Tony freeze. Tony’s mask disappeared back into his suit as he looked at Peter with a pale face.

“They cut it out.” He said in disbelief.

“Cut what out?” Peter frowned and walked over to where Tony was. He saw the bloody chip on the floor and felt sick to his stomach.

“Her chip. They cut out her chip.” Tony said, mostly to himself. Peter felt his knees buckle beneath him right before he passed out.

When Peter woke up, he was in his own bed. He quickly got up and went to the living room, hoping the mission was just a dream and you were safe. Instead, he found Tony sitting on the couch with a man Peter had never seen before. Peter immediately felt uneasy when the man smiled at him and looked at Tony for answers.

“Peter, this is Dr. Scratch. He works with SHIELD. He says he has some information about Y/n.” Tony explained.

“You do? Do you know where she is?” Peter asked hopefully.

“I do. Fear not. Y/n is perfectly safe at one of our remote SHIELD facilities. We took her there after she agreed to take part in our newest research study.” Dr. Scratch told Peter. Peter immediately frowned and folded his arms.

“Wait, what? What the hell are you talking about?”

“Peter. Chill.” Tony whispered.

“What remote facility? And what research study? That doesn’t make any sense. Where is she? I want to see her. Now.” Peter said sternly.

“I’m afraid you can’t. Not until the study is complete.” Dr. Scratch said with a strange smile.

“Thats bullshit.” Peter snapped. “You can’t just keep her as a hostage.”

“I can assure you, Mr. Parker, that she is no hostage. She is a willing participant in the study.”

“Well then when did she agree to this? I was with her the entire time before she disappeared.” Peter pointed out.

“We spoke to her outside about the research we were conducting and she agreed to come with us to be apart of it.” Dr. Scratch replied, making Peter roll his eyes.

“You just have answers for everything, don’t you. Are you buying this, Mr. Stark?” Peter asked Tony.

“I have no reason not to.” Tony shrugged a little, making Peter angrier.

“Yeah, well I do. We found the tracking device that had been cut out of her on the ground. Explain that.” Peter snapped at Dr. Scratch.

“She agreed to have it removed in order to participate. Having any contact with outsiders would mess with the findings of the study. We took it out of her via a painless procedure before we taking her with us.”

“Painless? It was covered in her blood.” Peter started to raise his voice and stepped up to Dr. Scratch. Dr. Scratch stood up and gave Peter an eerie smile that Tony didn’t see.

“I can assure you, Mr. Parker, that she was numbed and patched up right away.”

“I don’t believe you. Let me see her.” Peter demanded.

“I’m afraid I cannot let you-“

“Can’t my ass.” Peter cut him off. “You better tell me where she is right now or I’m going to fucking lose it on you.”

“Kid, come take a walk with me.” Tony quickly got off the couch and led Peter away before things got ugly.

“Mr. Stark, you cannot possibly believe this guy, right? He’s full of shit.” Peter said once they were in another room.

“He came to us, okay? As soon as he got back from the mission, he showed up and asked to speak to me. If he captured Y/n against her will, why would he contact us? Why let us know it was him? He knows coming here is a death sentence if he took her against her will. I don’t think this guy is dangerous.”

“Well I do. I don’t trust him. I know her. She wouldn’t just leave like this.”

“Maybe she did.” Tony shrugged weakly.

“Mr. Stark, she wouldn’t leave me like this.” Peter protested and hoped Tony would finally believe him.

“Look kid, I know it’s hard to believe that she would just up and leave like this. But you know Y/n. If she decided to participate in the study, she probably had a really good reason. Don’t worry too much. Dr. Scratch said she’s perfectly safe.”

“I won’t believe that until I get visual confirmation. I just want to see her.” Peter pleased desperately.

“And you will. Dr. Scratch said she’ll only be gone for a month.”

“A month?” Peter practically shouted. Dr. Scratch appeared suddenly with that same eerie grin.

“It’ll go by faster than you think. Plus, I’ll stop by every week with an update on her.” Dr. Scratch told them.

“See? We’ll be getting updates. She’s fine. Stop worrying.” Tony said with a sympathetic smile. Peter looked at Dr. Scratch again and let out a defeated sigh. He still didn’t believe the guy, but he knew there was nothing else he could go.

Every Friday for the next four weeks, Dr. Scratch would show up to the tower and give a report on how you were doing. Peter always sat in on the reports but it never made him feel any better. Week after week, Dr. Scratch always said the same about you. You were healthy, thriving, and loving your time at the SHIELD facility. And week after week, Peter didn’t believe any of it.

“I am pleased to report that Y/n is excellent. She is truly thriving in our study.” Dr. Scratch said with that same creepy smile. Peter rolled his eyes as Tony smiled in satisfaction.

“That’s great. Isn’t that great, Peter?” Tony said and patted Peters back.

“Yeah, yeah.” Peter mumbled.

“Well I have to get back to the lab. I’m sure Dr. Scratch can answer any other questions you have.” Tony said to Peter as he got up to leave the room.

“I absolutely can.” Dr. Scratch said as he winked at Peter. As soon as Tony was gone, Peter got up to leave as well.

“Mr. Stark may be buying this, but I’m not. I don’t believe a word out of your mouth. I never have.” Peter said as he passed Dr. Scratch.

“I don’t care. Tony does. That’s all we needed.” Dr. Scratch mumbled, making Peter stop in his tracks. He immediately walked back to Dr. Scratch and grabbed a fistful of his shirt.

“So you admit you’re doing something wrong?” Peter asked through a clenched jaw.

“So what if I do? Tony will never believe you. He thinks you’re just worked up about your missing girlfriend.” Dr. Scratch said with his signature smile. Peter let go of Dr. Scratch’s shirt, feeling sick to his stomach now that he knew you were definitely in danger.

“Where is she?”

“You really want to know?” Dr. Scratch asked and pulled out is iPad.

“Yes. Please. I need to see her.” Peter pleaded.

“Fine. Take a look.” Dr. Scratch said as he handed Peter the iPad. Peter looked at the screen and saw you sitting in a white room wearing a hospital gown. A man in a white lab coat holding a iPad similar to the one Peter had in his hands stepped into frame. The date at the bottom of the screen showed that this footage was from the second week you were missing.

“Y/n.” Peter whispered in disbelief. Where is this? Is she okay? She looks terrified.”

“Shhh. Just listen.” Dr. Scratch instructed.

“You need to let me go.” You told the man in the lab coat.

“I’m afraid we can’t do that.” He said without looking up at you.

“You’re gonna regret this. Peters gonna find me any day now and when he does-“

“He’s not.” The man cut you off.

“What?”

“He’s not gonna find you.” The man said again.

“Yes he is. He’s probably on his way right now and when he gets here, he’s gonna burst through that door and take down all of you.” You declared as your pointed to the steel door that was keeping you in the room.

“He’s not gonna find you.” The man repeated, with a chuckle this time.

“STOP SAYING THAT. YOU DON’T KNOW THAT.” You shouted in a horse voice, sounding like you had been told this many times before.

“Yes, I do.” The man said with a simple shrug. Peter watched your face fall as if you were learning new information.

“How? How do you know?”

“Because he stopped looking.”

“What?” You asked quietly, your broken heart evident in your face.

“What? No. No, baby, I didn’t. Don’t believe that.” Peter whispered as he gripped the screen, wishing that you could hear him.

“He gave up months ago. They all did. He hasn’t looked for you in ages.” The man said with a sarcastic smile.

“How do you know that?” You asked as you sat down on your bed in defeat.

“The Avengers were in the press every daybegging for information about your whereabouts. Then every week. Then once a month. But there hasn’t been any efforts to look for you in over a month.”

“There hasn’t? Not even Peter?” You asked quietly and drew your knees to your chest.

“Not even Peter. He gave up. He either thinks you’re dead or doesn’t care that much to find you.” The man said simply, making your face twist in misery.

“He…he gave up? How could he do that? No. He wouldn’t do that. He’d never stop trying to find me.” You said, mostly to yourself.

“Are you sure about that?” The man asked as he pulled an ipad out from his lab coat.

“Yes. I’m sure. You’re wrong. He’s still looking.” You said definitively.

“He’s not. He’s a little distracted.” The man replied and handed you the iPad.

“With what?” You asked as you skeptically took the iPad from him.

“See for yourself.” The man shrugged. Peter watched you scrolling through something on the iPad but he couldn’t see what you were looking at. All he could see was the look of utter devastation on your face.

“What is that? What are you showing her?” Peter demanded.

“We photoshopped a couple images of you and a girl we made with artificial intelligence. We made the girl taller, prettier, thinner. Perfect hair and perfect skin. Pretty much all the things she’s insecure about. Pretty believable, huh?” Dr. Scratch said as he swiped to the side to show Peter the images he had curated. Peters eyes widened when he saw realistic looking pictures of him and a girl. It wasn’t really Peter in the pictures, but it looked exactly like him. He had his arms wrapped around the fake girl in one of the pictures and was kissing her in another.

“She would never believe these are real.” Peter stated, but he didn’t believe it.

“Wouldn’t she?” Dr. Scratch chuckled and swiped back to the footage of you in your room.

“That’s Peter?” You asked in a shaking voice as you looked up at the man with tears running down your face.

“Yep. That’s him. And she’s the reason he’s not looking for you.” The man said as he tapped the picture of the fake girl.

“Who is that?” You sniffled as more tears fell.

“I believe her name is Mary Jane. According to her Instagram, they’re in love.” The man said causally.

“Love?” You whispered and looked back down at the pictures. “How could he move on that fast? I thought he loved me.”

“I guess he didn’t.” The man shrugged. Peter felt a white hit rage build up in his chest and looked up at Dr. Scratch with a clenched jaw.

“There’s no way she believes that. She knows how much I love her. She would never believe that I moved on in the weeks she’s been missing.”

“Maybe not. But she would believe that you moved on in the months that she’s been missing.” Dr. Scratch said with a mischievous smile.

“What are you talking about?” Peter scoffed. “She’s only been gone for four weeks.”

“They’ve been keeping her in a room with no windows or clocks. She never has any idea what day or time it is. They put her to sleep when they’re not torturing her and tell her she’s been out for weeks when she wakes up. And she has no reason not to believe it.”

“How long does she think she’s been missing?” Peter asked quietly, fearful of the answer.

“Five or six months.” Dr. Scratch shrugged, making the color drain from Peter’s face.

“Why are you doing this?” Peter asked desperately.

“You see up at HYDRA, where I actually work, we’ve been doing human experiments for the past few months. We’re trying to see if it takes longer to break a man’s spirit versus a woman’s. Once we collected enough information on regular people, we wanted to see if the data differed when the subject was super human. She’s not the only test subject, by the way. We took some others too to properly conduct the experiment. We still have some research to collect but so far, she’s been broken the fastest. Either she was really weak or really loved you.” Dr. Scratch said simply. Peter balled his hands into fists and tried to remain calm.

“You will not get away with this. I promise you. Once I tell Mr. Stark-“

“You’re not gonna tell Mr. Stark.” He cut Peter off. “If you mess up our experiment before we’re finished, I will press this button and activate the detonator they implanted in her skull. If you ever want to see her again, with her head still attached at least, then you’ll keep quiet.”

“You’re bluffing.” Peter scoffed.

“Am I?” Dr. Scratch smirked and pressed a button on the screen. Peter watched in horror as your body convulsed as the electricity pumped through you.

“I can amp the electricity up from here. I can and will fry her if you open your mouth.” Dr. Scratch leaned forward to whisper in Peters ear. Peters mouth went dry and he felt nauseous over how helpless he was in this situation.

“Relax, kid. There’s just one phase of the experiment left.” Dr. Scratch said with a smile.

“What is it? What else could you possibly do to her?”

“Well after pumping her full of lies about you for months, we want to know how she’d react to seeing you.”

“You’re gonna let me see her?” Peter asked hopefully.

“No. But we’re gonna let her see you.” Dr. Scratch smirked. “See, we created a mask that can project someone else’s face onto the person wearing the mask. Wanna guess whose face we chose?”

“You wouldn’t.” Peter whispered in fear.

“Wanna bet on that?” Dr. Scratch smiled again and pulled up another video of you. Peter watched as someone wearing his face came into your room and approached you

“Peter? You came back? You found me!” You exclaimed as you jumped off your bed. You’re ran to the fake Peter with your arms out, ready to hug him. The fake Peter grabbed your arms and threw your against the wall, making the real Peter flinch.

“Peter? What are you doing?” You asked sadly as you rubbed your head. Peter watched as he clone went up to you and smacked you across the face. Peters eyes welled up with tears and he could see yours doing the same.

“What are you doing? Why are you hurting me?” You asked as you pressed a hand to your stinging cheek. Just as the fake Peter raised his hand to strike you again, Peter shut the video off.

“That was last week. He comes by to visit her everyday.” Dr. Scratch told Peter, sending Peter right over the edge. Peter slowly looked up at Dr. Scratch and felt himself lose self control. He grabbed Dr. Scratch by the throat and slammed him into the wall so hard that the wall cracked in half. Dr. Scratch dropped the I pad and tried to break out of Peters grasp.

“I don’t believe in killing people. That goes against my morals.” Peter said in a low voice before slammed Dr. Scratch to the ground. He got on top of him and grabbed a fistful of his shirt to pull him closer.

“But I’m not above putting you in a coma.” Peter said before knocking him out with a swift punch to the face. Peter punched him a few more times, partially to make ire he was unconscious and partially to get revenge for what he had done to you. Peter then grabbed the I pad and went into the living room where the rest of the team was.

“Mr. Stark. We need a team meeting. Now.” Peter demanded.

“Now? We’re in the middle of an episode of Glee.” Tony pointed out.

“Now.” Peter repeated.

“Peter, it’s the Lady Gage episode.” Tony said.

“I don’t give a fuck. Meeting. Now.” Peter shouted, making every fall silent. They exchanged looks as they got off the couch and followed Peter into the conference room. Once inside, Peter explained everything to the team.

“And you have proof of this?” Tony asked once Peter was done explaining. Everyone else was sitting in stunned silence with their hands over their mouths.

“Everything’s right here. If I can crack his code, I bet I could find out where she is.” Peter said as he held up the iPad.

“Well what are we waiting for? Let’s bring her home.” Tony stated.

Every hour for the rest of the day was spent trying to locate you. Bruce cracked the password within a few minutes, but finding the location of your whereabouts was harder.

“Did you find her?” Peter asked for the hundredth time.

“Not yet, kid. Don’t worry.” Tony smiled softly and patted Peters shoulder.

“You told me not to worry four weeks ago when I first told you something was wrong. None of this would’ve happened if you just listened to me!” Peter shouted and pushed Tony’s hand off.

“Peter.” Bruce said warningly in Tony’s defense.

“No.” Tony stopped Bruce. “He’s right. He told me not to trust Scratch and I didn’t listen. I’m sorry, kid. I should’ve believe you. I’ll never stop feeling sorry.”

“I got her.” Bruce said suddenly. “I’m sending her coordinates to the jet.”

“Let’s go.” Tony said and they all went to the jet.

Peters leg bounced the entire flight over. You were being kept in some remote HYDRA laboratory just a few miles from the city. Tony called for backup and soon, helicopters swarmed the lab. Peter and Tony went inside and started to look in all the rooms. The other people being held captive were let out and brought to safety as the search for you continued.

“I see her!” Tony said from down the hallway, making Peter run to him. He looked through the doors window in your room and saw you for the first time in weeks. You looked half your weight and like you haven’t slept in days, breaking Peters heart all over again.

“Oh my God.” Peter whispered at sight of you.

“She’s so….” Tony trailed off when he saw how broken you looked.

“She’s beautiful. Shut up.” Peter teared up. “You’d be in rough shape too after being held captive for four weeks.”

“You’re right, kid. I’m sorry.” Tony said softly.

“I have to go see her.” Peter said and went to open the door.

“Peter, wait. That might not be a good idea.” Tony stopped him.

“What are you talking about? I’m her boyfriend. I’m the first person she’s gonna want to see.” Peter stated as he opened the door to your room. You looked up and immediately got off your bed. Peter smiled in relief at the sight of you and immediately teared up. He started to walk towards you and you let out a scream.

“No. Please. Please don’t hurt me.” You begged as you hid in the corner of the room. Peter frowned in confusion and continued to walk towards you.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, honey. It’s me. It’s Peter.” Peter said gently. He reached out to touch you and you flinched as if he was going to hit you. Peter immediately withdrew his hand and felt a tear fall down his face. Tony entered the room behind him and you ran into his arms.

“Get him away from me, Mr. Stark. Please. Get him away.” You cried into Tony chest. Peter stood up and took a step towards you and you screamed. Tony wrapped his arms around you and looked at Peter with a sympathetic frown. Silent tears fell down Peters face as he nodded his head, letting Tony know it was okay to take you away from him. He waited until you and Tony were out of the room until he followed you both to the jet. Tony gave you a sedative once you were seated so that you were calm for the plane ride. Once you were asleep, Peter went over to you and sat down.

“What was that about?” Peter asked Tony. “Why did she react like that?”

“Peter, we all saw the videos of what they were doing to her. She’s probably terrified of you.” Tony said softly.

“But that was all fake. She has to know that was fake.” Peter said desperately.

“I don’t think she does.” Tony said sympathetically. Peters face crumbled as he stared at you, knowing Tony was right.

“She’ll come around eventually. I know she will. Just give her time.” Tony said with a soft smile. Peter looked at you again, heart breaking at how beaten done you looked. He took your hand in his and held it for the rest of the plane ride, knowing it might be the last time he ever got to do that.

Once you got home, you were brought into an intensive care unit in the tower with the best doctors Tony could find. You slowly got back to normal, or at least as normal as you ever would be again. Peter kept his distance from you during the first few days but checked in on your every time he knew you were sleeping.

“How is she?” He asked when he saw Tony leaving your room one day.

“She’s okay. She’s stable.” Tony told him.

“Did she ask for me?” Peter asked hopefully. Tony looked at him for a moment before letting out a sigh.

“No, Peter. I’m sorry. She doesn’t want to see you.”

“She doesn’t?” Peter sighed. “Did you explain to her that it was all fake?”

“Yes. I told her everything. And she even seemed to believe me.”

“But she still doesn’t want to see me?”

“Peter, they used your image to torture her for four weeks straight. You’re probably very traumatizing for her right now.”

“But…but I’m her boyfriend. I love her. I didn’t…I didn’t do those things. That wasn’t me.” Peter pleaded desperately.

“I know that. And she knows that too. But right now, it’s hard for her to separate what’s real and what’s fake.”

Peter sighed and looked at your door again. He knew Tony was right, but he didn’t want to believe it. He gave you another few days of space before knocking on your door.

“Come in, Mr. Stark.” You called from your bed. You heard the door open and shut as someone stepped into the room.

“Hey.” Peter said sheepishly, sending an icy chill down your spine. You looked up at him and got flashbacks of being tortured in the lab.

“Oh. Hi.” You said and quickly looked away.

“Is it okay that I’m in here?” Peter asked with his hand on the doorknob in case you said no.

“Yeah. Sure. It’s fine.” You replied, making Peter relax a little. He came further into your room and took a seat on your bed. Your knees touched for a moment until you moved them closer to your chest. This hurt Peter, but he understood why you did it.

“So how do you feel?” Peter asked you.

“I’ve been better.” You replied, making Peter feel stupid for asking.

“Right. Sorry.” He smiled awkwardly. “I’m just really glad you’re home. I missed you so much.”

He reached out and put his hand on top of yours, but you just pulled your hand away. You turned your body a little so that you weren’t facing him and hugged yourself tightly. Peter felt his heart break all over again but kept a smile on for your sake.

“I was so worried about you.” He tried again.

“Not worried enough to stop what you were doing and come when I called you.” You said without looking at him.

“What do you mean?” Peter asked, making you looked up at him.

“I mean we weren’t supposed to split up like that. I saw the jet outside and I asked you to come look with me. But you never came. And you know what they told me? They said the reason they were able to abduct me so easily was because I was alone. But I shouldn’t have been alone. You were supposed to be my partner. You were supposed to be out there with me.” You told him as your eyes filled with tears. Peters eyes were glassy too, feeling the guilt he felt when you went missing all over again at full force. You mentally relived the day you were taken and slowly looked down to the floor.

“Why was I alone Peter?” You whispered.

“I don’t…I don’t know.”

“What were you looking at that was so important that you couldn’t come help me?”

“I don’t even remember.” Peter realized.

“You should’ve been there.” You told him, and he nodded in agreement.

“I know. I’ve been telling myself that every second of every day since you’ve been gone.” Peter said as he reached for your hand again, but you just pulled away.

“Honey, please.” Peters voice cracked. “I’m so sorry about all of this. I know I don’t know what you went through-“

“Yeah. You don’t.” You cut him off. You looked at him for a second and could see how broken he was over this. You took a second to think about what the past four weeks had been like for him. You knew the kind of guy Peter was and he was exactly the type to blame himself for you going missing. You knew he must’ve put himself through hell ever since you disappeared and you didn’t want him to suffer anymore.

“Do you really have another girlfriend?” You asked him, hinting that you were warming up to him

“No. Mary Jane doesn’t exist. That was all fake.”

“It wasn’t all fake. You guys really did stop looking for me.” You said quietly and looked away again.

“Only because we thought you were safe. At least, Mr. Stark thought you were. I never believed it though. I knew something was wrong. I should’ve pushed harder to make Mr. Stark believe me.”

“How did you know?”

“Because I knew you’d never leave without an explanation. You’d at least leave some kind of clue for me to figure out. But Dr. Scratch tried to tell us you left without saying goodbye and I knew that would never happen.” Peter said simply, making you smile a little at how well he knew you.

“Mr. Stark told me what you did to Dr. Scratch.” You said as you looked at him through your eyelashes.

“Oh. He did?” Peer frowned, thinking you’d be scared now that you knew what he had done.

“He said you put him in the hospital.”

“It’s nothing compared to what he did to you.”

“He didn’t personally do anything to me. He had his men do all the torturing.”

“Still. I’d burn down that lab with everyone in it if I could.”

“For me?” You asked with a coy smile.

“Anything for you.” Peter said simply, making your smile grow. You watched his eyes well up with tears suddenly as he got choked up.

“I’m sorry. I just really missed you. I thought our reunion would be different.” Peter sniffled as he wiped away his tears.

“What did you think it would be?”

“I don’t know. I thought we’d run into each others arms or something while Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer plays in the background.” Peter said seriously, making you laugh. He smiled a little when he heard you laughing for the first time in a month, but it didn’t last long when he remembered how your reunion actually went.

“I thought you’d kiss me.” He said, mostly to himself.

“Well I thought you were gonna kill me.” You reminded him.

“I know. I know what they made you believe. But I’d never hurt you. Ever.” Peter told you ask he took your hand again.

“I know. They just tricked me.” You smiled sadly and let him hold your hand. Peter looked down at your intertwined hands and took a deep breath.

“I just want you to know that my feelings for you haven’t changed. I still love you very much. But I understand if you don’t want us to be together right now.”

“Do you understand?” You asked skeptically.

“No but I’m being really brave about it.” Peter blurted, all in one breath. You laughed at him and he felt himself relax a little. You looked at each other for a moment before you reaching out to wipe one of his tears.

“Kiss me.”

“By Sixpence None The Richer?” He asked in confusion.

“No, like actually kiss me.” You laughed.

“Really? I can?” Peter asked hopefully.

“Really. You can.” You nodded. Peter wasted no time in cupping your face and pulling you into a kiss. You kissed him back, feeling like your old self again for the first time in weeks. When you pulled away, Peter kept his forehead against yours as a tear slid down his face. You wrapped your arms around his neck and made him look up at you.

“I’m still gonna need some time to heal, but maybe we can schedule a time for me to run into your arms while that song plays.” You said with a sheepish smile.

“Whatever you need. And it doesn’t even have to be that song. I have a whole playlist of songs we could use.“

“How about we pick one together?”

“I would love that. I swear, I’m never leaving you out of my sight again. You’re not gonna be able to pee without me watching.”

“I don’t know about that.” You chuckled.

“I do.” Peter said seriously, making you laugh again. You put your hand on his face and he immediately leaned into your palm.

“I missed you.” You told him, and you meant it. Peters eyes lit up and he kissed the inside of your wrist before replying,

“I missed you too.”

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First of all, thank you so much for this request. I love this trope so much. Gonna make this part of an AU of Shattered Memories version of this because this fits so well with it! Reader doesn't have spidey powers in this one, so the outcome would be very different which is why it's even more of an AU. Enjoy!

A Sense of Reunion {AU}

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark Daughter!Reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: devious child (lmao) Word Count: 3.4k

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Peter didn’t expect it to happen like this. He wasn’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse, actually. He simply needed a job to pay for rent and be able to make a living for himself in the best way that he could. But he didn’t expect everything to drop into his lap like this.

Peter had gotten fired from his job at the pizza place as a delivery driver. He was late one too many times on making deliveries which resulted him in getting fired. Although the job wasn’t all lavish and luxurious, it still helped with rent. He begged for another chance but the manager wouldn’t budge, which left Peter jobless and struggling. With juggling his Spiderman duties, school studies, and trying to function as an adult earlier than he would’ve liked to he had a lot on his plate. It made him feel rather lonely sometimes. Yeah, he had his college friends and the sweet neighbors in the apartment complex across the hall, but it wasn’t anything like when he had his friends from before.

And it was definitely different without you.

(Y/N) Jarvis.

You were someone who transferred into Midtown Tech during your sophomore year of high school. You didn’t make friends too easily and usually kept to yourself in general. It wasn’t until you decided to join the Academic Decathlon that you became friends with Liz Allan. That’s when you truly opened up. That’s when your true personality shined through. You were a sweet girl. Always helpful and always kind. Peter was taken by you fairly quickly.

Peter was also surprised at how unconventional you were.

“You guys are building a Lego Death Star?” you asked intrigued from your locker which wasn’t that far from Peter’s.

You had overheard Ned and him talking about it and you just couldn’t help yourself but go over and ask about it. They were kind of shocked that a popular girl like you approached them.

“Uhm…” Peter started nervously and hesitantly. “Y-yeah…!”

You beamed. “That’s so cool! I’m jealous! I have a Millennium Falcon that I haven’t had time to do.”

“Really?” Ned asked.

“Yeah!” You smiled, took out your phone, and showed them a picture of you happily hugging the Lego box.

Peter pretty much fell head over heels for you right then and there without realizing it.

The problem was that you were dating Flash Thompson at the time, and Flash did not like Peter. There were plenty of times when you had to defend Peter from Flash’s bullying and you had to apologize to Peter for Flash's bullying, which put a strain on your relationship. And it ended up in a breakup during the homecoming dance. You spent the whole dance crying in the bathroom by yourself until Liz found you and comforted you. Then the week after Liz had to move away.

So you lost your boyfriend and your best friend within a week.

Peter will never understand why you confided in him, but you did which only strengthened your friendship and his crush on you that he didn’t realize until the beginning of senior year. Ned told him that you felt the same way but he just thought he was saying that because of how close of friends you guys had become. He wondered if it was actually true. He would never know.

At least so he thought.

When he had to sacrifice his identity to save the universe, he remembered your reaction to it. You were there that day and you were supportive of him throughout everything. Except when you had to forget about him. He had never seen you cry so hard before, beg so much before, and look so hurt before.

It broke his heart.

And here he was a year later and you didn’t remember him along with the rest of the world.

When his college friend, Harry Osborn, heard about Peter losing his job he brought up something that changed his life.

“You know the Starks are looking for a babysitter.”

He perked up at the Stark name. “Huh?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “It’s very under wraps, they want to keep it secret that they have children. But it’s good money. I can put it a good word for you.”

And that’s how Peter ended up at the Stark’s lakehouse right outside of the city, in front of his old mentor and father figure’s face meeting him and his daughter for the first time again. It was strange to him that he had to pretend like this was the first time he was meeting Tony Stark and his family.

Well, this was his first time meeting Morgan and she took an instant liking to Peter which pleased Tony and Pepper.

“Now she may like you, but the real boss will be home soon,” Tony mentioned. “If she doesn’t see you as a good fit she’ll fire you before I do.”

Peter couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, but he chose to chuckle softly. He was also shocked to hear that he had another daughter.

She must be like 12 or something if she can’t watch Morgan, he thought.

Soon Tony and Pepper say their goodbyes to Morgan and Peter as they took off. They were apparently going to Malibu for the weekend for some business trip. Peter was surprised they chose him to be the babysitter but really, when you are Iron Man you can pretty much guarantee your safety from the average person (even though Peter isn’t an average person).

Peter looked down at Morgan who was smiling up at him. “Are you hungry? Do you want a snack?”

“Yes,” she chimed.

So he went to the kitchen with her and at her request, he made her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He figured that he would make one for you too since you would probably be hungry when you got home. When he asked Morgan what kind of sandwich you would like she told him.

“Peanut butter, Nutella, and jelly, but the peanut butter has to be chunky and the jelly has to be strawberry jam and the Nutella has to be in the center because on the peanut butter side, you have to put potato chips and on the jelly side you have to put strawberry chucks and the one with the Nutella has to have banana slices,” she explained very meticulously. “And she likes to eat it with a glass of milk on the side. Oh! And the bread has to be honey wheat and toasted,”

“Oh…” Peter responded trying to go over the steps in his mind. “Wanna help me make it so I don’t mess it up?”

Morgan was more than happy to help and he grabbed all of the ingredients from various cabinets. Meanwhile, Morgan talked about anything and everything. One of the things he found out was that your nickname is “Luna” because it rhymed with “Maguna” and you had a moon and stars themed room. It reminded him a lot of you and how you would always draw moons and stars on the corners of your school notes when you were bored in class or as a way to distract you from whatever was making you feel uncomfortable at the moment.

“I know my name is Morgan but Daddy calls me Maguna, Luna calls me Maguna and Mommy calls me Maguna so you can call me Maguna too.”

“But that’s your nickname for your family, right?”

“Mhm!” Morgan smiled happily.

“So maybe I should call you something else? How about Miss Morgan?”

Morgan giggled and nodded. “Then, I will call you Mister Peter.”

“Deal,” he smiled.

“You should marry my big sister! She likes boys like you!” Morgan stated excitedly like she just came up with the best idea in the world.

“I-I think, I might be too old for your sister, Miss Morgan,” Peter laughed.

Morgan shook her head. “Nuh-uh, you are perfect for her! Her last boyfriend was a poopyface.”

Peter smiled at her enthusiasm and just let her live her little fantasy. As he finished putting your sandwich together, he heard the door open.

“I’m home,” you sang.

“Luna!!” Morgan cheered and ran over to you.

As Peter heard you and Morgan greet each other, he poured the glass of milk and put it next to the plate of the intricately detailed sandwich. Then he walked over to introduce himself as the new babysitter. But he froze when he saw who it was. It wasn’t a preteen girl like he was expecting.

It was you.

He wasn’t sure what confused him the more, the fact that you weren’t a child but someone his age or the fact that you’re Tony Stark’s daughter. He had so many questions but he didn’t even know which one he would ask first if he could ask any. You didn’t even remember who he is so he couldn’t even ask.

You looked up at him and smiled as Morgan hugged you around your waist. “Hello! Nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N).”

Peter remembered what Mr. Stark said and had to catch himself before he looked really stupid just staring at you like a deer in headlights. “H-hi!” He squeaked out after a moment and then cleared his throat to fix his voice from cracking in high octaves again. “H-hey, I’m…uh…Peter, the new babysitter.”

“We made you your favorite sandwich!” Morgan said excitedly before you could respond.

“Ooh,” your smile grew. ““I’ll be right back, I gotta get out of these clothes and into something more comfy and then I can enjoy the sandwich.”

And you went up the stairs to do just that and Peter watched you go until you were out of view. He was still processing everything that just happened.

Morgan walked over to Peter. “Told you.” she sang and Peter blushed.

When you came back down, you went straight the the kitchen where Peter and Morgan were sitting at the island. You wore a black oversized 90s vintage designed Taylor Swift tee shirt and a pair of drop-crotch joggers with blue fuzzy socks with cloud prints on them. Your face was cleared from makeup and you looked ten times more relaxed than you did when you first came home. You went straight for the sandwich, let out a satisfied breath, and closed your eyes as you chewed your first bite.

“You made this?” You asked Peter.

“Uh, yeah,” he responded as he rubbed the back of his head nervously. “With some help of course.”

“It’s perfect,” you smiled.

“Really?”

“Mhm!” you nodded and took another bite.

Peter gave you a tight-lipped smile in response.

“You seem nervous,” you mentioned. “Did my dad tell you that I'm scary and would fire you before he does? Relax, ignore him. He says that to freak people out.”

Peter wished that was what had him nervous, but he was still processing that you were here, that you were a Stark. He wondered where the name Jarvis came from. It didn’t help that he also has a major crush on you which only adds to his nervousness of being around you.

“Man, he got you all freaked out, doesn’t he?” You asked when Peter didn’t say anything. “No worries, I’ll hang out with your guys so you can see that I’m not as scary as he says.”

Peter figured this would be one helluva day.

After doing different activities with Morgan like having a tea party, puzzles, and drawing you guys settled into watching a movie which was Frozen II. Peter noted that you sang every single song without missing a single note or beat. Morgan sang a long too but with some songs, she would be too enthralled by the movie to really remember to sing. After the movie, it was almost eight o’clock Morgan had winded down but she wasn’t sleepy just yet.

“Alright, Maguna,” you stood up from the couch and did a big stretch. “We can do one more thing before it’s bedtime. So what’s it gonna be?”

She looked up in thought and then a spark came to her eye and then, what Peter could’ve seen, was a mischievous smile. “Let’s play house,” She said.

Oh god, Peter thought and Morgan’s words from earlier echoed in his mind. It was bad enough that he was still processing all of this but he felt like he was about to be set up by a six-year-old.

“Alrighty then,” you agreed. “Who’s gonna be who?”

“You two have to be mommy and daddy,” she explained. “And I’m the baby.”

Peter decided he needed to avert the situation without completely throwing away the whole idea. “You want me to be Mommy, and (Y/N) to be Daddy?” Peter joked.

Morgan laughed at the idea and you giggled looking at Peter with an eyebrow raised.

“Perfect, I get to make fun of my dad for once.” You smile, amused.

Peter sighed in relief when you turned back to Morgan who was still laughing.

After playing house for a while with you imitating Tony exaggeratingly and Peter doing his best mom impression, Morgan was finally tired enough to finally go to sleep. You carried her to her bed and Peter leaned in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you tuck her in. Morgan seemed happy and in return made you happy which made Peter happy.

He was exhausted though.

“Goodnight, Maguna,” you smiled and kissed her head. “I love you 3000.”

“I love you 3000,” she replied softly and sleepily as she hugged a soft bear plushie.

“Goodnight, Miss Morgan,” Peter smiled.

“Goodnight, Mr. Peter,” She yawned.

You stood up from the bed and walked over to the doorway to where Peter was. You both smiled at each other tiredly.

“Ready?” You asked him.

“Yeah,” he nodded feeling relief that Morgan hadn’t done any funny business to make things awkward between you two.

But he mentally spoke too soon.

“Wait!” Morgan exclaimed startling you both as you guys looked a her wonderously. “You guys have to kiss goodnight!”

Peter felt his soul leave his body. He thought he was safe from this. It’s not like he didn’t want to kiss you, he’s been wanting to kiss you for years. But that doesn’t mean that you want to kiss him. Now it was going to make everything awkward. He didn’t blame Morgan though. She was just a kid with a big imagination. A very, very big and open imagination.

“Us?” You asked with an unsure look on your face.

“Yes,” Morgan replied sitting up and crossing her arms.

You looked at Peter shyly and he could tell your face was burning from embarrassment. His face was also burning just thinking of the idea of kissing you. You gave him a look the read that you were willing to if he was.

“I can kiss you on the cheek,” you whispered and Peter’s blush bloomed even more.

“Yeah…!” he squeaked again and then cleared his throat. “No, yeah the cheek is good…mhm…yeah.”

“No,” Morgan whined and pouted. “Like how Papa and Mama kiss.”

You looked at Morgan horrified and Peter’s eyes widened and he froze.

“You gotta, otherwise I can't sleep,” Morgan stated.

“Bullshit,” you sang lowly enough for only you and Peter to hear.

“Morgan, I don’t think it’s a good idea-” Peter began but was cut off by a grunt from Morgan who pouts harder and crossed her arms over herself.

Peter wanted to crawl into a hole and scream. Mostly because he wasn’t against the idea but he didn’t want to do it in front of Morgan and he didn’t want to do it if you didn’t want to do it.

“I’m okay with it if you are,” you said knocking Peter out of his thoughts and nearly onto the floor.

Did he hear you right?

“A-are you sure…?” He asked with wide eyes.

You nodded in response looking up at him. “It’s no big deal, right? Just a peck wouldn’t hurt.”

Oh my god, it’s happening. Peter felt his entire body buzz with a feeling he couldn’t really pinpoint.

“O-okay,” Peter squeaked once more and mentally cursed himself for it.

You stepped closer to him as you looked him in the eyes and he looked back into yours. You were just as pretty as he remembered and now you're so close to him getting ready to kiss him, He gulped nervously. His heart raced a million miles per hour.

He thinks he would have an easier time kissing Ned than he would you at this very moment.

“I’m waiting,” Morgan sang sleepily.

“Here goes nothing,” you said before you pressed your lips to Peter’s.

His heart jolted and he kissed back in a reflex.

This kiss lasted a total of five seconds but to Peter, it was five seconds too short. You pulled back and pressed your lips together looking up at him for a long moment. He looked back at you with his heart still racing in his ears. He could’ve sworn he heard yours beating at the same rapid pace. After a long moment of looking at each other, you broke the gaze and looked over at Morgan. Peter never took his eyes off of you.

“She’s asleep,” you whispered.

Peter looked over to see a sleeping Morgan. Peter had no idea when she fell asleep but he was hoping that it was before you guys kissed.

“Let’s get out of here before she wakes up and has some other bright ideas,” you whispered again.

“Y-yeah,” Peter walked out and you followed behind.

You closed the door softly and then walked down the hall with him so you guys could talk freely without worrying about waking up a sleeping Morgan.

“Uhm…” you started. “You can stay here tonight. It’s late and we have like three guest rooms that you can use.”

“Yeah, your dad told me earlier.”

“Oh! Okay, good, good.”

You guys stood there for a moment, ignoring the elephant in the room. Peter felt it and he was pretty sure that you felt it too. The curiosity of what a genuine kiss would feel like rather than one that was rushed, But neither of you wanted to bring it up.

You cleared your throat and turned to walk towards your room. “Goodnight, Peter.”

Peter watched you as your hand grabbed the doorknob and before he could even make a decision, his mouth did it for him.

“(Y/N)?”

You stopped and looked at wide-eyed Peter who was surprised by his own voice.

“Yes?” You respond.

You guys looked at each other longingly again before his legs took him over by you. What are you doing? He stopped right in front of you. Another moment of looking at each other and wondering.

You glanced down at his lips and he did the same to yours. That was all the answer he needed.

“C-can I try something?” He asked softly.

“Yes, “ you answer before he can even finish asking.

He glanced back at your lips a moment before looking deeply into your eyes. He then softly puts a shaky hand on your cheek and you close your eyes a moment before you look up with hooded eyes. He leaned in slowly and you let out a soft breath and closed your eyes.

Then his lips met yours.

The kiss was soft and sweet and Peter could actually feel the softness of your lips then time. You put your hands on his shoulders and grip his shirt as you deepened this kiss causing it to go from cute to passionate. Peter’s heart was racing once again and he let out a soft sigh of satisfaction.

He was finally able to kiss you after all these years and it was better than he could’ve ever imagined.

After a moment he got a little more confident and he brought your bottom lip in between his teeth for a moment causing a soft gasp to escape from you before he kissed you again, taking your breath away. He had no idea what came over him, but you both liked it.

After another moment you pulled back and he chased the kiss not wanting to part just yet. He looked at you with hooded eyes before pulling back a little. You looked up at him and brought your hand up to touch your lips before you hesitated a moment and pressed your lips together.

“Uhm…we should…” you started your voice very low.

“No, yeah, yeah. We should…” Peter said and then stepped back slowly. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” You replied and stepped into your room quickly and closed the door.

Peter turned and smiled big as he walked to the guest room. At the same time, you leaned against your door smiling and softly touching your lips as you still tasted his kiss on your lips.

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realtalkswithfinn · 2 years

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the spiderling // peter parker x avenger!reader

in which reader, the youngest avenger who was taken in by natasha romanoff, and peter parker are tasked with a mission they aren’t sure how to tackle- babysitting Morgan Stark.

a/n: my auto caps isn’t on, so please ignore all my lowercase i’s and sentence starters. we are also going to ignore all of endgame and spiderman no way home here <3

“did you get Mr. Starks text?” peter asks. you don’t even look up from your homework.

“no, what did he say?”

“bug boy and baby widow, in the living room, now.”

“he has such a polite demeanor to him, don’t you think?”

peter snorts as he closes his lap top. “i just hope we’re not in actual trouble.”

“Please. if we were actually in trouble, he wouldn’t have sent a text.” you shove your papers into your back pack before walking over to peter, who was sitting at your desk.

it was nice to have your own room in the compound, you’d never had your own room before. not thay you could remember, anyway. natasha found you when you were ten on one of her missions. you were living on lies and had sticky fingers. every meal, article of clothing, you had stoeln. sleeping on the street scared you, so you learned to break into unoccupied motel rooms and apartment buildings.

homeless people and gangs in the area noticed this, and started bribing you to sneak into the places they couldn’t and steal for them. in exchange, they gave you money and food and protection from muggers and violent addicts that roamed the streets.

natasha was going to leave you. she knew she couldn’t save every child on every mission. but you were being used and exploited, and you didn’t know any better. she waited for you to fall asleep in your “borrowed” motel room, then snuck in and grabbed you. you woke up on a quinjet that night, with natasha there to calm your fears.

you never looked back.

she tried to get you to live with clint and laura, who both welcomed you into their family with open arms, but you were restless on the farm and begged to go to work with clint.

eventually they caved when you snuck your way onto a quinjet, thinking you’d be going to the compound to see natasha, but you actually ended up on a mission that lasted two weeks. the avengers decided to keep you informed after that. none of them wanted to risk the safety of a preteen.

so tony gave you a room in the compound and you stayed with nat. you trained every morning with the avengers and did school online in the labs while tony and bruce worked. when you got older, they took you to charity events and press conferences and political meetings to teach you the depths of being a public hero. natasha held your hand the whole time, walking you through the complexities.

though it wasn’t typical, it was a much better life than the one you came from, and you were grateful. you were wry of peter becoming an “intern” at first. you were the baby of the group and didn’t like the thought of having someone your own age around. but peter actually made your teenage years better.

the two of you quickly became best friends. he taught you about memes and took you out with his friends- he even convinced tony to let you come to public school with him.

now, having him around was second nature.

you pulled peter up out of the chair. “better go see what the big man wants.”

the two of you made your way to the living room. tony was there with sam, cap, natasha, bruce and clint, all dressed in suits. to your surprise, morgan was sitting on the couch coloring in a disney princess coloring book.

morgan adored you. how could she not? you were a real life super hero and you would play tea party with her.

plus, being a little girl and seeing female super heroes was kind of a big deal. she looked up to you. and nat and wanda, of course, but you were her favorite. you were just a teenager, which is wayyy less scary than a grown women to a 5 year old.

you were more of a god than thor in her eyes, and she wanted to be just like you.

“when i send a text with that much hostility i expect some hustle.” tony sassed.

you rolled your eyes. “if you wanted hustle you would have told us the mission was urgent.”

“oh it is. lives are at stake here honey bun.”

you scowled at the nick name. “don’t call me-“

“so what exactly is the mission?” peter interrupted cautiously.

“immediate conference in wakanda with select world leaders about new artificial intelligence weaponry.” Bruce said.

natasha walked over to ruffle your hair. “boring stuff.”

you smiled at her friendly greeting. she looked dazzling. not a strand of hair was out of place, and her eyeliner was sharp enough to slice a finger. leave it to natasha to make a meeting into a fashion show.

“well why did you call us out here? if you told us just to get dressed we would have been ready sooner-“

“ah, no, see, the conference is our mission.” tony interrupted. “your mission is to watch my lovely daughter.”

your heart sank. you loved morgan, but you wanted to be included in the mission, no matter how boring natasha said it would be. “but-“

“no buts, you’ll make her cry.” tony said.

“yeah, come on y/n,” morgan got up from the couch. “you can’t say no to this face.” she proceeded to jut out her bottom lip and stare up at you and peter with her big brown puppy dog eyes, and as much as you didn’t want to, you felt your heart melt just a little.

you knelt down to her level to look her right in the eyes and said: “if you weren’t so small i’d slap that look right off your face.”

“you love me too much.”

god, she sounded just like tony.

“i would trade you for a potato chip.”

morgan gasped and dramatically put her hand to her chest.

peter laughed. “well, i’d trade you for two potato chips, morgan, so i think i’m the better babysitter. ya know, cause my standards are higher.”

the little girl thought for a moment before nodding her head yes, that seemed fair, and dragged peter over to color.

tony clapped his hands and smiled. “well, that settles that! Avengers, roll out.”

the group brushed past you toward the door, all giving sympathetic smiles. nat put a hand on your shoulder as she made her way. “i’ll call you on the way home, alright? you’ll be apart of the debrief. i promise.”

that lifted your spirits. “thanks nat.”

you said your goodbyes and watched her walk out the door. you sighed, then walked over to the table where peter and morgan seemed to be playing hangman. you stood behind morgan, looking over her shoulder at the blank spaces of her sentence, and peters stick figure who was dangerously close to death.

“happy brought pop tarts?”

“YES!” morgan squealed before scribbling in the rest of the letters.

you stuck your tongue out at peter.

peter scoffed. “i could’ve got that easily!”

“please, your man was basically dead!”

“hE HAD ONE LEG LEFT!”

morgan giggled. “shes just smarter than you peter!” she taunted.

“HA!” you yelled. “take that, spider boy!”

“yeah, spider boy!” morgan mimicked.

“okay spider GIRL,” he said, pushing his sleeves up as he stood up. “you’re turning her against me? there’s only one way to settle this.”

he lunged for you, then quickly changed direction and scooped up morgan before sprinting away. “come get your mini minon!”

oh, it’s on.

you took off after them.

morgan’s high pitched laughter echoed through the halls. peter was fast, but he usually used webs to get around. in less than a minute you had taken them both to the ground, careful of morgan’s head. she crawled out of peters grasp and into yours. you threw her up onto your shoulders and yelled “VICTORY!”

peter rolled around on the floor in fake anguish. “oh, great avengers! you have slain me!”

morgan’s laughter was uncontrollable now, rolling through her little body so hard she almost fell off your shoulders.

***

at about 7 pm, morgan decided she had to have a cheeseburger. you and peter knew that tony wouldn’t mind having food delivered to you- i mean, the guy is a billionaire. he wouldn’t mind a thirty dollar delivery. but still, you always felt bad spending his money, and you didn’t want to wait that long. plus, happy was home for the night, and you didn’t want to send the poor man out to deliver the three of you food. you recruited peter to swing to the place a few blocks over.

“i’ll be back soon m’lady.” he said, ruffling morgan’s hair from behind the couch. she waved to him as he opened the window.

“don’t fall off a building!”

you stifled a laugh watching peter brush off her comment. he looked cute with the little blush across his cheeks. “thanks, morgan. i’ll do my best.” he shot a web out the window, waved goodbye to you, and disappeared.

you stood up to close the window before sitting back down next to morgan. “well baby stark, what do you want to do while the boy is gone?”

she put a finger to her forehead, deep in thought, before shooting it out in an AHA! motion. “will you do my makeup?”

you smiled. “of course, princess morgan. give me one sec, okay?” you got up and ran to your room. you grabbed some mascara, a lash curler, the sparkliest eye shadow you owned and a bright red lip. morgan loved dramatics when it came to dress up, which wasn’t surprising, considering who her dad was. you didn’t really have room to talk though, considering your main role model was natasha romanoff.

you skipped back over to a clapping morgan and began applying a nude color to her eyelids. “can you make me look like auntie nat?” she asked, flashing big puppy dog eyes at you. you nodded. “oh yeah, i’ve got auntie nats make up down to a t, buddy.”

you were both quiet for a moment, then she said, “do you think peter will like my makeup?”

“oh, of course honey!” you reassured. you thought it was a silly question. of course peter would like it, peter liked anything morgan did. peters always been an only child. he loved having morgan around and getting to play big brother.

she seemed to like than answer, nodding her head. “i don’t want him to be upset we left him out.”

you chuckled. “i’m sure you can do his make up when he gets back, bug.”

her eyes widened and she pulled away from your makeup brush. “don’t call me that!”

you were taken aback. “wha- why?”

“i don’t want to be a bug! i want to be a spider, like you guys! and bugs and spiders are different, i learned that in school!” she pouted.

your heart melted. “aw morgan-“

she threw her arms up in exhasperation- her rant was not over yet. “he’s spiderman, you’re basically a black widow, i want to be a spider too! how am i supposed to be a spider if you call me bug? huh? riddle me that!”

“okay okay!” you laughed. “you sound like your dad.” you thought for a minute. “you can be ‘the spiderling’, how does that sound?”

she squinted. “hmm, i guess that works for now. until i get bigger.”

you picked your eye shadow brush up again. “well okay spiderling, come back over here.”

she seemed content with her nickname and lean d back toward you. “you know, i like that you and peter are both spiders. it matches cause you’re in love.”

“WHAT,” this time, you pulled away. “morgan, what makes you think peter and i are in love?”

she looked at you with an equally confused face. “well he’s always with you, and you get excited to see each other, and he smiles at you when you’re not looking, and daddy says you’re gunna get married-“

“your dad says what?” you blinked at her.

she clapped her hands together and smiled. “he says that peter talks about you alllll the timeee and he thinks you’re going to get married! and that i’ll get to be your flower girl because peters afraid of him and you love me!” she squealed. “doesn’t that sound amazing?”

you reached down and grabbed the mascara tube. did tony really say that? was peter really in love with you and you were just too oblivious to notice?

to be fair, you were in love with him and he didn’t seem to notice.

“yeah, amazing morg.”

“that’s not my name anymore!”

“well, what’s your name now?” peter came in the door. “aw, did i break up girl time?”

“peter!” morgan yelled, getting up to run to him. she jumped into his arms, almost causing him to drop the bag of takeout. you caught it from his failing grip and set it on the table.

“wow, someone missed me,” he teased. “wow, look at those pretty eyes!”

morgan smiled and closed her eyelids to give peter a better look. “y/n and i made me a new name while she was doing my eyes- i get to be ‘the spiderling’ to match you guys!”

he raised his eyebrows in surprise. “oh wow!” he glanced up at you. “we all get to match now. you an avenger too?”

she sighed. “not yet.”

peter laughed at that, and the sound sent shivers down your spine. you watched him carefully as he set morgan down. “well, spiderling, go grab your burger.”

she ran over to the table where you set the food before rushing off the the couch to eat. “can we watch say yes to the dress?” she asked.

peter looked at you with an eyebrow raised. “i mean, yeah but, why?”

“y/n should look at all the pretty options before HEY-“ before she could finish her sentence you had run over and muffled her face with a pillow, your cheeks turning red. morgan thrashed around before yanking the pillow off her face and turning to you with a fury in her eyes. “what was that for?”

peter walked over, unwrapping his own burger. “why does y/n need to look at the dresses morg?”

you face flushed even darker.

morgan turned back around with a huff. “so she can know what to look for when you guys get married. duh.”

“MORGAN.” you yelled, lightly smacking the top of her head.

“OW, Y/N, STOP IT,” she screamed, tossing her burger aside and throwing herself over the backend of the couch to attack you. the sudden force of her knocked you to the ground. you tried to push her off of you, but she was little and squirmy, and you couldn’t quite get her in your grasp.

when you looked up, peter was grinning down at the two of you. he watched for a moment, just smiling gently. your heart could’ve exploded into a million pieces, watching him watch you like that. then, he reached down, plucked morgan off you, and set her back on the couch. “okay morgs, hand me the remote, i’ll put on say yes to the dress.”

and he did. he didnt say anything about morgan’s comment again, just sat next to her and ate his food. carefully, you sat down on the other side of morgan with your food in hand.

the three of you stayed there the rest of the night, booing the mean moms and critiquing each dress. it was fun, almost mindless, but still…

there was a little part of you that remembered how peter smiled when morgan asked for the show, and how he looked at you…

the two of them fell asleep after a while. morgan had sprawled between your lap and peters, and peters head rested on your shoulder, the way it had a million times before. it felt different this time, though.

at around 10:30, the avengers clambered into the compound, yawning and tugging at their ties, ready for bed. tony pulled morgan from your arms, and said a small, almost too sincere thank you before taking her off to bed.

nat came over and placed a hand on your shoulder from behind the couch. she looked tired in the pale light of the tv. still, she looked happy to see you. “hey kiddo,” she smiled. “i’ve got a lot to tell you.”

you returned her smile, and placed your hand on hers, before glancing at peters curly hair resting on your other shoulder. the smile grew. “i have a lot to tell you too.”

***

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closerstars · 1 year

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Every Breath You Take

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Y/N tries her best to keep all her feelings in until her friend and co-Avenger Peter asks her to dance to Every Breath You Take by Sting.

Notes: I know. What a sucky summary but I just found this on my notes app and decided to share it here because I thought it was nice. Haha anyway enjoy!

The night was still young at the Avengers tower. Every hero you knew was invited. It's another one of those parties Tony felt like throwing because he was in a good mood.

You kind of felt exhausted already from catching up with Wanda and how she was working with Strange then to Thor rambling about his escapade with the Guardians. When asked how your "trips" were you gladly answered and had a mental bulleted list of the stories you could tell to keep a conversation.

As you walked to the bar, your eyes roamed around to check if he was there. Maybe he was upstairs. You scoffed at yourself. Why do you even bother. You went on vacation after everything.

It was why you were off missions for awhile. You clearly remembered how Peter looked so worried yet didn't say a word when you were at the infirmary but he made sure he was there for you. And you hate admitting you kind of missed that now. You cursed yourself for always pushing him away.

You leaned by the bar waiting for the bartender when all of a sudden someone slid a bottle of beer to your side. You turned to your right and find Peter Parker smiling at you.

"I remember you liked cold beer whenever we took a break between missions."

Crap. Your brain shortcircuited. You were just staring now. Trying to think of what to say.

"Y/N are you okay?" He put a hand on the side of your arm.

Just when you were about to say something, the lights dimmed. The spotlight faded in revealing Tony standing in front of a mic, about to sing a song.

Every breath you take...

The crowd cheered. You and Peter exchanged looks utterly confused and excited. Tony's eyes were glued to Pepper as he sang. Ah, the look of love. With the giddiness you felt fangirling over Pepperony as you'd like to call them, you couldn't help but slap Peter's arm.

Before the bridge part of the song, Tony left the mic only to be replaced by no other than Sting. You gasped along with the crowd. Peter shot you a look as if he had no clue who Sting was.

"This song was the shit in the 80s. That guy over there wrote that song." You pointed at Sting's direction.

Peter nods. "How'd you know these things?"

"Easy. The internet. Duh." You scoffed. "And having to live with Tony and the others for quite awhile it's almost a sin to play a pop song." You remember the groaning and comments like "Y/N why do you listen to garbage?"

He chuckles and has some of his drink. You just watched as Tony danced with Pepper. The crowd was dancing along too.

Peter suddenly clears his throat. "You know I'd ask you to dance but..." He doesn't finish and takes another sip of his drink. After saying that, he wishes you didn't hear anything.

"But?"

You look at him straight in the eyes waiting for him to continue his sentence. He always does this to you. Leaving you hanging. Makes you assume things.

"I... Would you like to dance?" He was so cute when he still suddenly turns shy after all the missions you've been to.

You took a swig of your beer and shrugged. "Sure."

He took your hand delicately, slid his hands around your waist, his eyes locked in yours. You smile sheepishly. After weeks of trying to avoid his calls and texts, all he had to do was ask you to dance and you gave in. What else could you do? You were head over heels.

You lock your arms around his neck and sway slowly to the song

Since you've gone I been lost without a trace

I dream at night I can only see your face

I look around but it's you I can't replace

I keep crying baby please

You embraced him. It was you sending him a message of how much you missed him. You closed your eyes and let the moment linger.

You could feel and hear him hum to the song. "Please don't start singing. You'll ruin the moment.

He chuckled. "I've missed you."

"I'm sorry for ghosting you." You said softly as you buried your face on his neck. "I got scared."

"I know. That's why after all the missed callsI stayed distant. Though I must admit I asked Natasha for your adress and sometimes I swing by your apartment."

"What a stalker."

He rests his head against yours and could feel his nose on your hair. "I just want to check on my best girl. let her know that I'll always be there for her and I l..."

He was about to say something again when a blinding light hit you both, separating you from each other.

"Oh look, kid. Found your girlfriend! Gosh, get a room you two." Tony said through the mic.

You both sighed, laughed and managed to wave to the crowd earning a few whistles here and there.

When the attention wasn't on you anymore, you wanted to hear what he was about to say before being interrupted by Tony's antics.

You took his hand and pull him somewhere not too crowded.

"Sorry, you were saying something?" You asked but then Peter just smiles.

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Pretend (peter parker)

A/N: so this is a repost, since my first account got suspended, but i love this fic so much that i couldn't not post it again. This was my first time writing for Peter Parker (mcu) But you can aslo read for any of them :)

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Peter Parker was the new roommate at the compound. You thought he was cute, and he was your age... finally someone to talk about things of your era.

“Hey boomers” you cheer when you enter the open kitchen.

“Mornin’ Y/N” respond everyone.

“Hello Y/N” blushed Peter, but he could see something was not right with you, he could sense it.

“Hey kiddo, she won’t bite” teased Sam.

“Depends when”, you teased back making Peter blushed even more. You got a sweet spot for the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.

You felt dizzy this morning, a little bit lightheaded. You pretended to be okay in front of them. But you were scared because you didn’t understand what was going with you.

See you had powers; I mean you were an avenger. Like Wanda and Pietro, you were an experiment. You could read thoughts and see the future. But you had developed another power, that you tried to understand with Bruce and Tony. Lately you would dissociate in time. Sometimes your body was moving before you did. And this morning was like the other for the past two weeks.

“Shit, she’s not here, is she?” asked Clint.

You became blurry and your voice distorted.

“Hey boomers!” you said again. Nobody responds this time, they all looked at you. You felt the tension and you looked at them. “What” your voice echoed. You turned your head and there’s a reflection of your movement.

“Shit I feel dizzy” before you fall, Peter caught you. His Spidey sense made him the only one able to catch you. Your body was visible three times in the kitchen and the other avengers were not able to take the right one. But Peter reached for the correct body before he could think of it.

“You’re, ok?” he asked you.

“Well, you caught me, so never been better”. He helped you sit down on a chair and brought you a black tea and some buttered toast.

“I think you need to it. You dissociate a lot when you’re with an empty stomach” pointed Peter.

“I hope you are writing down Bruce or Tony, he has a point”. They both nodded and Tony talk to his watch... taking notes.

“Well Queens, you sure are very observant.” Said Steve.

“I-I need to prepare for college” blurred out Peter before almost running out of the kitchen.

“Well done old man, who’s gonna bring me my toast now” you complained.

Vision appeared from the wall and took your plate with your toast.

“I am Y/N, you look very pale... you must eat before dissociating again”.

“See Vision and Peter take care of me... not like you other”.

“Oh my god, you are sure she’s not your daughter Tony,” laughed Natasha.

After breakfast, you went back to your room, it was the one next to Peter’s. You passed by, hoping he hasn’t gone without you to college. You entered your room still feeling dizzy but this time you knew it was because of the emotions bubbling up in Peter’s head. With your dissociation you felt everyone emotions, it was tiring but you delt with like a champ... well you pretend anyway.

Images entered your brain. It was you; Peter was thinking of you, and you weren’t playing scrabble.

“Shit, that’s hot” you said out lout. Peter was imagining you riding him. You were wearing on of his scientist pun shirt, hands in your hair, praising him. His hands were on your thighs and then his thumb was on your clit. The emotions, he was feeling, were so strong that you could almost feel him inside you.

“PETER STOP IT NOW” you screamed. The images in your head froze and you felt the embarrassment growing in Peter heart.

“s-sorr-sorry Y/N” he yelled back.

He was cute, but he was very frustrated since his breakup with MJ. You felt bad for him. You didn’t know the entire story, he told you it was an agreement between them to end their relationship... but you were sure she was more ok with it than him. You felt his broken heart for weeks.

You finished to get ready for school and wait for Peter in the living room. When he arrived, he was red like a tomato, and he looked at his feet.

“It’s ok, Petey. I’m not mad”.

“I-I’m sorry. Eve- ok you’re not mad. Bu-but I shoul-I should not do that either way” he stuttered.

“It was hot, very intense, I almost felt you... inside me.” His eyes went wide but you were too deep in your reflexion to see it. “Crazy right? I think I can feel more when I’m like... I don’t know connect with the person... I should tell Bruce about it”.

“That you can see and feel my... wait don’t tell him, please” he begged you.

“Relax Spidey, I am not telling him I can see and feel when you jerked off.” you laughed when he blushed even harder if that was possible.

You took his arm and went to the garage to take one of Tony’s cars. Your touch went straight to his crotch, he had a crush on you since the last two months. You were kind to him, always defending him when the other teased him too much. Always helping him, when he struggled with his project for school or when he wanted to improve his suit or his fighting skills. You made him laugh and forget about his problems. You were like his personal sunshine and when he missed May too much, he looked at you to feel a bit more home. You were his new home now, but he was too heartbroken to see it yet.

You both arrived in college in no time. Peter drove because you were not sure if you would dissociate again. When he parked the car, you were about to go but he stopped you. “You are not totally here yet” he said calmly. You watched his hand on your forearm, but you didn’t feel his grip.

“Jesus Spidey-boy, how?”

“Spidey sense, I think”.

You were the only one to not called his Spidey sense, “Peter tingle” and he liked you a lot for that among other things.

When you felt his grip, it when straight to your core... for no reason except maybe it was like a reaction to him daydreaming about you. His gaze past you and your heart broke. You turned your head and you saw MJ talking with a guy, a handsome one, and she kissed him with passion. Back to Peter, you saw him with teary eyes.

“Hey Pete, don’t... she’s not worth it.”

“I want to move on, it’s been six months.” he murmured.

“You can’t decide when you’ll be totally healed. it takes time.” You caress his cheek in attend to comfort him. He gave you his puppy eyes signature. Those fucking eyes.

“You can pretend.”

“Pretend?”

“That you moved on too. “

“How?”

“We could pretend that we’re dating.” He looked at you, then looked at MJ who was still kissing the new guy, then looked at you again. His hand on your arm holds you tighter and you hand on his cheek went to the back of his neck.

“It won’t hurt anyone, plus maybe your fantasy might come true.” you teased him. Without any warning he kissed you. it was a kick gentle one. You blinked a few times before registering that he did kiss you.

“S-sorry, I should ask you” You shook your head before lean in again and connect your lips to his. This time you took control of the kiss, you took your time to feel his lips against yours. He sighed and parted them a little, your tongue went brush his teeth. You thought he would back off but no he pushed his tongue out to meet yours. You broke the kiss first, scared to not be able to stop... he was a good kisser.

“Well, one of my fantasies is already complete” he said with a certain confidence. You smiled, you liked when he was more confident. “I feel better already, thanks”.

“Did I kissed your boo-boo away?” you joked. He rolled his eyes and got out of the car. He waited for you, then he put his hand on your back.

“It is not for pretending that we are together, you’re still sitting in the car” When he finished his sentence, you felt your soul coming back to your body. Peter holds you closer to prevent from any falling. He heard your heart tumbled in your chest and he hold you closer by putting his harms around your waist. Your head fall on his shoulder by the impact of yourself on your own body. “You, ok?”.

“I don’t know Pete”. You looked up to meet his gaze. His concern about you, you felt it. “It has never been this strong, and… what the fuck? I mean you just hold me and wait for my soul to come back to my body, like you felt it?”

He looked you up and down before putting his lower lips between his teeth. “I-I felt it yeah. Like goosebump. And you have this look in your eyes when you dissociate. Like a cloud on your pupil.”

You’re surprised. He is very observant of your condition, even more than Tony or Bruce, maybe it’s because is more with you… or maybe he likes you more than you think.

“Can you note that somewhere? I have to report this to Bruce.” He nodded and helped you reached your first class.

“Meet me at 2 in the parking lot?” he asked you. “Yeah, fine see ya Peter”. He kissed your cheek before disappearing in the crowd of students. You started blushing for sure.

Two weeks later your condition is worst than ever. You can’t go to class because you keep dissociating. You don’t even know where you are most of the time. The only way to be yourself is when Peter is around you and it makes you sick to be this dependant on someone.

“Y/N?” call Bruce.

“My room.”

The scientist comes in and analyse your state from the door. He frowns.

“Yep, I look like shit, I know. I can’t shower. I mean I can not get up from my bed. Too dizzy”

You hear him hums and scribbles on his notebook. You turn your head slightly and your vision blurs instantly. You close your eyes and groan of frustration. Then… you hear his thoughts.

Maybe the kid could help her shower. Just to see if it works.

“I am not showering with him” he chuckles before speaking out loud.

“No, of course. But maybe he could be near you? I mean when he’s in the same room as you, you seem to functionate almost normally.”

“I am not a machine, Banner.” He sits on your bed, and he pats your leg. “I know, sweety, but could you try? A shower, it’ll make you feel better.”

You sigh and nod positively. Bruce leaves your room, and you wait. A few moments later, you feel Peter coming. He’s nervous and impatient. Bruce knocks and you tell them to come in. Peter is slightly blushing, and his smile disappears when he sees you on your bed.

She looks so ill. I should have come earlier. Shit she can hear me. Think of something, think of something. Lama, dogs, cactus, not her naked, don’t picture her naked. Idiot she can see right trough you. Fuck, fuck… why am I like this. Watermelon, pineapple, no not pineapple, don’t think about what your sperm will taste if you drink or eat pineapple. Stop it, Peter.

You can contain your laughter at his thoughts. Bruce looks at you, but you quick to tell him that Peter is doing what it does best, overthink everything. “And that’s cute, he’s too concern about me. You know, I have to live without you Spidey.”

“I let you two alone now. Let me know how it goes”.

I am cute? She thinks I am cute. Fuck, she’s still reading my mind. Hi Y/N, hope you like my rumbling thoughts.

He thinks about what he did and saw during is time in college and you sigh in relief. You prefer those kinds of random thoughts, feels more like the radio and you don’t have to focus on what is saying.

“You want to try to get up?” you nod before sitting on you bed. Your head does not spin like you’re drunk anymore. You look at him, he stays right beside your bed, slightly nervous.

“Give me your hand Parker… please”. He holds is hand out for you to reach. You take it and push yourself of your bed. You sigh and grip his forearm with your other hand.

“You good?” you nod too weak to form word. He leads you to the bathroom. You both enter and then you stare at each other.

“H-how do you w-want to- to proceed?” he asks you.

“Maybe you can just turn your back and stay in. And no peaking with the mirror behind you.”

He nods and turns; you’re facing his back. He hears you strip from your clothes and enter the bathtub.

“How was your day?” he scoffs but you continue “it’s nicer for me to hear you with your actual voice and not just your thoughts Pete”. He laughs and then start to tell you everything that happened to him. You interact a bit with him, but you quickly become quiet. He continues to ramble and stop instantly. Something is wrong, he can feel it.

“Y/N, still there?”

“I don’t know” your voice echoes. He doesn’t know what to do, you told him to not look at you while you shower. But he feels that you need help, that you are dissociating.

“Peter?” he hears it three time and he closes his before turning and going to the shower. He trusts his Spidey sense to reach you. When he feels your arm, he grips it.

“Peter” you ask this time able to realise that he is with you under the water. His sweat and his socks are soaking wet, but his eyes are closed.

“You there with me again” he breaths out.

“I am, thanks”. He smiles at you shyly. “Peter?”, he hums. “I can see what you’re thinking” he blushes.

“Sorry?”.

“Why am I always wearing one of your t-shirts?” a strangle laugh lives his lips.

“Because I never saw your naked chest and I don’t want to imagine it. So, you in my t-shirt are good enough.”.

“Oh my god, you such a dork!” he takes his hand of your arm, and you feel like you’re falling. Before you know it, Peter catches you in his arms. Now your naked form is pushed against him. His eyes are still closed, but his breathing becomes erratic.

The water is running down on him. You follow a drop along his jawline, and you feel a wetness between your legs.

“Peter, open your eyes” he shakes is head. Your hands snake along his chest to his cheeks, before tugging in the back of his hair. “That’s why I told Bruce I was not showering with you”.

“Wh-what?” his expression is priceless. He arches his eyebrows, and you can almost see the surprise behind eyelids. Your only response is to connect your lips with his. He quickly kisses you back and push you against the wall.

“you’re soaking wet, Pete”. You whisper when he breaks the kiss.

“So are you”. This time he opens his eyes shocked by his own words. He meets your big grin, and he blushes.

“You’re a specimen Parker, how can you tell me that and then blush like a twelve years old”, because he is right, you are wet… he is making you wet.

Flashes of you riding him in his shirt comes to your head and you laugh. Peter closes his eyes again to stop his thoughts. “I might just do that if you help me finish showering.” His face and ears are crazy red, and he chuckles.

He helps you and puts you in bed. When you head hits the pillow, you fell asleep. Peter stays a while and watches you. Bruce sneaks in and asks what happened. Peter reports the essential and skip the kissing part. You twitch in your sleep and your hand reach for Peter’s. you interlace your fingers with his and you hum.

“Good, I let you take care of her.” Bruce goes out and Peter does not know what to do. He sits awkwardly on the mattress, a butt cheek hanging out of it.

You can lay with me.

He looks at you. Did you just to talk to him in his head.

Need to note that, Pete. But still, you can lay with me if you want. I like to be the little spoon.

He takes a deep breath and positions himself behind you. You scoot over him and take his arm to put it around your waist.

“Thanks Pete.” You murmur.

He kisses your temple and watches you drift in a deep sleep again.

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