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omg peter's an ass!! and i swear if y/n's going to catch him getting with that girls it's going to be so so horrible. i can't wait for the one time part 2!! it's so good!!

A/N: Thank you so much! And happy holidays <3 I love you all and I'm so grateful for your support!

The One Time - Peter Parker x (Y/N) - Part 2

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Summary: (Y/N) put her heart and soul into her college application. She had done everything she could to get into her dream school, and the week had finally come when she would get her results. She was the most excited out of everyone in her school to get her letter. If only a certain someone shared her excitement...

Warnings: mild language

(Read Part 1 here!)

He would, even later, swear that it had just meant to be small talk. Ok, maybe he had wanted to exchange numbers with her, but that was pretty much it. He had a girlfriend, for goodness' sake. It's not like he was pushed up against the club wall in the side street next to it, aggressively making out with the girl who, just a moment before, had lured him out here.

Every single moment, he told himself he could stop this. (Y/N) wasn't going to find out, and all he wanted to do was get a little freedom from all the duties he felt he had as her boyfriend. He needed one night of freedom.

With a small jolt (which didn't only have to do with the blonde's kisses gliding down to his cheekbone), he realized he hadn't even properly registered if (Y/N) had gotten in or not.

He could always check in with her later. She wasn't going anywhere.

"Peter!"

He had never heard his name spoken with such condescending, such pain, such anger. He had never heard a voice he recognized more. In that moment, he didn't want to believe it was her. It was a fight between him and his mind, and he knew who was winning.

"(Y-Y/N)," he said slowly, feeling the blonde slip away from his grip, his hand detatching from her waist as (Y/N) walked furiously towards him. His heart sank as he saw her in the streetlight. Her face was streaked with mascara tears, and she was clutching her phone, breathing heavily as she approached him.

"I was almost about to lose my mind, Peter," she cried. "I didn't get into MIT, MJ ditched me for some girl who knew 'where the good stuff was' and you were apparently helping your Aunt while really, you're out here cheating on me in the same club I was dragged to! Do you realize what a huge jacka-"

"Ok, ok, I know," Peter said, raising his hands in surrender. "I know how bad this looks, but-"

"I trusted you, Peter," (Y/N) said, her voice breaking. "I trusted you, and all this time, I was an afterthought, nothing, compared with your priorities."

"(Y/N), please, give me a chance to explain," Peter started.

"No."

Her word cut through the air like a knife. It silenced him completely, stopping any attempts he may have made to make (Y/N) forgive him.

"I have had probably the worst night of my life. All I wanted in the end was my boyfriend. But I guess I never got that. All I got was the title of Peter Parker's girlfriend. But Peter Parker was too busy to be a boyfriend himself."

"(Y/N), what are you saying..." Peter said, even though he had seen too many breakup scenes to be in the dark for too long."

"We are done, Peter," (Y/N) said. "Funny, for a guy who lives by the phrase 'with great power comes great responsibility', you don't seem to like responsibilities too much."

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Two weeks, six days, seven hours. Peter had counted every one of them since (Y/N) had disappeared around the corner of the side street where she had ended their relationship.

Strange, how he only started thinking about her non-stop after they had broken up. She had been right. She didn't deserve his crap. He had treated her like she was nothing and now he was paying for it.

He didn't have her. He wanted her.

Many times had he tried to speak with (Y/N) in school. Her friends said she was busy writing an appeal letter to MIT so they'd reconsider her application, plus making a list of all her safety schools and ranking them by their amount of pros and cons.

He had laughed when he heard that. It sounded exactly like something (Y/N) would do.

He looked at his phone again. He had sent her three messages.

Hey

Read

Can we talk?

Read

(Y/N), please, I want to explain

Read

Peter knew he deserved it. He had done the same thing to her time and time again. He didn't expect it to hurt that much, though. The more time passed, the more he was beginning to understand.

Understand what a bad boyfriend he had been. Understand how much (Y/N) had meant to him, how much she had relied on him.

His phone suddenly lit up. He felt a sudden jolt as he realized who it was from.

I feel like it didn't really click when I told you back in the alley, so I'll tell you again. I trusted you and you let me down. You screwed up. You don't deserve the chance to talk through what was clearly you cheating on me. I'm done making excuses. If you text me again, I'll leave you on read. You of all people know how easy that one is.

He waited, trying to think of an answer, but before he could, another text popped up.

The one time I needed you, Peter, and you weren't there.

Peter's breathing was getting faster and faster, he flipped to the call app and quickly called the first person he could think of who could fix this. He had to fix this.

"What up, a-hole of the season," MJ's voice rang through the speaker.

"Hey, don't get all judgy on me, you ditched her for drugs after calling her to a club she hates," Peter said quickly.

"Yeah, and then I apologized because I was drunk. You didn't even do that! Plus, I hadn't treated her like crap for the past few months, and-"

"Ok, ok," Peter interrupted. "I get it. I'm the bad guy. How do I fix this?"

"You leave her alone," MJ said.

The silence was deafening.

"What?"

"Peter, she is really trying to concentrate on school - and the crap you pulled is making it harder. If you have even a little love for her left-"

"Love? Of course I love her, I love her more than anything., I just needed to get away from being a boyfriend for one night, one thing led to another-"

"If you have even a little love for her left, you're going to let her get on with her life. Peter, you may be crazy about her. but she's never going to be happy with you. You're not the relationship kind of guy, and she is a relationship kind of girl. Let her be happy. And go... be happy yourself."

"I hate myself," Peter sighed, burying his face in his hands.

"Oh, don't worry," MJ said cheerfully. "Everyone else hates you too. But Ned and I still have a lunch seat empty for you."

"Won't (Y/N) hate you for that?"

"She's not an immature dork like you. She understands you're one of my best friends."

"I don't want to live without her," Peter protested.

"But Peter - you have been living without her since you started dating."

(A/N: OMGGGG that was the first non-happy ending I have written since starting this tumblr. But I am happy for (Y/N) in the end. Anyways I am, once again, out of inspiration, so please send me your requests. Love you all so much! <3)

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ynparker · 1 year

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Good day! Can I request a fic where reader thinks she's an afterthought to Peter because she always get stood up by him and the one time she needed him the most he's late or didn't show up.It can end however you see fits, thank you!

A/N: I love the idea! There will definitely be a part 2 to this...

The One Time - Peter Parker x (Y/N) - Part 1

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Warnings: Peter being kinda neglecting

Hey, are you free?

Read

Can I call you?

Read

Peteer?

Read

Honestly, she had sent so many texts that it was almost too embarrassing to send another one. But she did. It's not like she had another choice. Peter had to think it was important if she texted him again.

College results come in today...

Delivered

Read

Read 1 minute ago

She was almost bored as she saw it. It had become a ritual tual at that point. Peter saw her messages, never replied to them, and pretended he had been too busy and that everything was ok.

But it never was. Peter wold always ignore her, she was always his second priority. Maybe even his third or fourth one.

Her phone suddenly began buzzing. She almost cursed herself at the sudden jolt of excitement that coursed through her. But her heart rate immediately slowed when she saw who it was.

"Hey, MJ," (Y/N) said, trying not to show the disappointment in her voice and probably failing.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" her friend replied, sounding much happier than she herself felt.

"Where are you?" (Y/N) asked, frowning at the pink coverlet sitting next to her on the bed as her ears picked up on loud music coming from MJ's end.

"Liz convinced me to go clubbing."

"Clubbing?" (Y/N) choked. "Dude, you hate clubbing."

"I hated clubbing, past tense," MJ laughed. "It is the funniest thing, and plus, I don't have to think about college results. Or my future."

"Which is why I stay away from them, and why I thought you did too!" (Y/N) replied, clicking her phone to speaker and tossing it next to her on the bed as she lay down. Worry was gathering in her chest, and she took deep breaths as she tried to take her mind off her troubles.

Peter was out there, somewhere. He had seen her messages. What was he doing that he had to ignore them? It was probably something important, but was it really that important...?

"Hey, (Y/N)! You still with me?" MJ's voice carried out of the phone speaker and into her friend's unwilling ears. All (Y/N) wanted to do was curl up and watch videos until she fell asleep, pretending it would take her mind off of problems when she knew full well it would do nothing.

"Yes..."

"Alright, that's enough, I'm coming over."

"What?"

(Y/N) sat up immediately, her frown overtaking her face. What on earth did MJ have planned now...

"You're coming with me. You're going to get up and take off your little MIT hoodie and come to the club."

"You don't know what I'm wearing," (Y/N) said, injured, as she looked down at her MIT hoodie.

"I know what you're going to be wearing!" MJ called. "Now get ready. I'm pulling up in fifteen minutes."

"You don't have a car," (Y/N) reminded her, still hoping she could get out of this.

"Oh, this girl I met here is giving me a ride. If you're not ready, I'll tell Peter you sleep with his shirt under your pillow."

With that, MJ hung up.

"Yeah, you can try," (Y/N) said to the dark screen. "Maybe you'll have better luck."

All of a sudden, the screen lit up again. (Y/N) squealed and jumped out of bed as she recognized the name. It was from Peter.

Her fingers hurried to tap the notification and push in her passcode. Her heart fell a little as she read the text.

Kinda busy tonight, helping May.

Her smile brightened again as another text popped up.

Yeah, I know, it's pretty exciting.

Of course, Peter would never forget her. She pushed all the 'what ifs' to the back of her mind. This was a time to get ready.

She'd never had the opportunity to wear the dress she knew would be the most appropriate. A friend had gotten it for her months ago, and it was so short she had pushed it to the back of her closet, definite it belonged in the 't-shirt' category rather than a dress.

But now, as she held it out in front of her, the silver material and the tight bodice didn't seem so bad. After all, it was one night, and Peter's text had considerably lightened her mod. Maybe one or two drinks would make her feel better.

A honk sounded from outside, and (Y/N) smiled as she heard MJ's voice calling her.

She hurried to grab her clutch and her phone. This was her first time going out since she could remember. She was determined to make the most of it.

"You look hot," MJ commented as her friend slipped into the car and shyly said hello to the girl driving the car.

"Since when did you become that friend who drags all her friends to random clubs at all hours of the day?" (Y/N) asked.

"You... need to get out more," MJ slurred, twirling a red plastic cup in her fingers.

"And you... are drunk," (Y/N) mocked, though she didn't really mean it. She intended to follow in her friend's footsteps that night. She could use some forgetting.

The data was off on her phone. She couldn't get any notifications. But if she did, she would have seen that her MIT application status had been updated.

She would also have torn up all her pictures of MIT that she had made when she was younger, or the promise letter she had written in freshman year, promising herself she would get in.

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Meanwhile, Peter Parker was having the time of his life. Obviously, Aunt May didn't need his help that night, he had just said that to get rid of (Y/N). He loved her, he really did, but she needed too much from him. She needed a version of him that he couldn't be.

When MJ had texted him by accident, he had found out that she would be at a club, he had decided to join her but ended up with a gaggle of swooning girls at a bar.

Now, he just wanted to forget about everything. (Y/N), in particular, He had gotten into MIT when he applied for Early Action, so he didn't have the same stress as his classmates.

So clubbing on a Friday night seemed like a perfect excuse to forget about his weirdly clingy girlfriend.

Suddenly, someone beside him squealed. He looked up suddenly and saw a girl who had sat with him jumping up and down, looking at her phone, a widely excited look on her face.

"They're here! MIT is sending out acceptances!" she squealed.

"Oh, boy," Peter sighed. He knew he was being a complete jerk, but didn't he deserve some privacy? Didn't he deserve some peace and quiet? All he was hoping for in that moment was that (Y/N) wouldn't text him.

But, sure enough, five minutes later, his phone started buzzing.

A hand on his chest soon stopped the hand going to his pocket.

"Who is that from?" a girl's voice whispered in his ear. Peter turned around and smiled when he recognized her. She had bought him a drink earlier, and she seemed to really like him. Not that Peter was complaining, she looked really good.

"Just a girl," whispered Peter, feeling his throat tighten.

"Well, ditch her," the girl said. "Wanna get out of here?"

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(Y/N) could feel the sobs slipping to her throat. She had convinced MJ that she was ok, she could get herself home. But right now, she was outside the club, holding her phone, looking left and right in horror.

Acceptance status: denied.

Denied.

Not even deferred. Denied.

This was the end of everything. She had texted her mom, her dad, Peter. Finally, she had managed to get an Uber, which should have been here three minutes ago, and Peter had sent her another cryptic text about helping his Aunt May.

"Oh, screw it," (Y/N) whispered into the night air, and pressed the call button next to her boyfriend's name.

There was a pause. She frowned. Peter's ringtone was the Ghostbusters theme song. She could literally hear the song playing in her ears. It sounded too real to be something she was making up in her head.

She frowned again and looked around, trying to follow the source of the noise.

(Read Part 2 here!)

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ynparker · 2 years

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The Break Up [P.P]

summary: you “break up” with peter.

warnings: swearing, mild angst (but not really)

A/N: i just moved literally today and im already over it

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ynparker · 2 years

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Masterlist | Peter Parker

Waiting for Spiderman

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Promises and Separation

Part 1

Part 2

The One Time

Part 1

Part 2

Oneshots

Endgame - Peter Parker x fem!stark!reader

It's a Date - Peter Parker x fem!reader

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ynparker · 2 years

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Waiting for Spiderman - (Part 4) Peter Parker x (Y/N)

Peter Parker x fem!stark!avenger!reader

Warning: some flashbacks which the reader is somewhat shocked by

Hey guys! I am so sorry I haven't uploaded recently. This is the final part of the Waiting for Spiderman series (unfortunately), so thank you so much for all the support you've shown it. It means a lot to me.

Also, I have zero inspiration after writing this, so requests would be much appreciated.

If you haven't read the previous parts, go to the masterlist so you can find them all! Here is my complete masterlist with all the fanfics I've written as well.

A/N: This fanfic is inspired by the song 'Waiting for Superman' by Daughtry (I changed it to Spiderman for obvious reasons). Also, Pietro never died. Let me know if you want to be tagged. Enjoy ;)

It wasn't a wonder Flash knew about (Y/N)'s mother. What had happened to Laura Stark had been on the news for months after her disappearance. Tony had made sure people never forgot her, because he always held out hope that his wife, the mother of his daughter, would someday come back.

(Y/N) had been two when her mother had gone on a mission for S.H.I.E.L.D, leaving her daughter with her only sister. Police closed the investigation two years after Tony had reported her missing, but fourteen years later, everyone who knew her still kept hoping.

Even people who hadn't known her as well. (Y/N) Stark had been forced to listen to rumors regarding her mother all her life. After she arrived in Queens, she had managed to develop a sense of always being ready to hear something about the Unsolved Case of Laura Stark.

And now, she got caught off guard. Right there in the gym of Midtown High, she let her guard down and Flash had hit her right where it hurt.

Thankfully, Peter Parker had more sense than most boys his age. He took one look at (Y/N)'s frozen expression, Flash's arm still on her wrist, and jumped to pull her away. He didn't even pay attention to Flash's deathstare. All he cared about was getting the girl out of that situation as quickly as possible.

"(Y/N), what did he say?" Ned asked as his friend sat her down on the bleachers. Peter shook his head at Ned, as if to silence him from any further questions.

The coach was rounding up the students in the middle of the gym, but the three paid no attention to him.

(Y/N)'s eyes were staring straight ahead, the shock still clear in her eyes. She felt nothing but surprise, shock at what she had heard. It was as if Flash's words had been a resounding bang in her mind, and the deafening silence that followed was the rest of the period, closely watched by Ned, MJ and Peter.

They understood nothing. Peter kept asking (Y/N) if she was ok, first at intervals so he wouldn't pressure her, then more and more as his worry grew. He hadn't heard what Flash had said, and if he wasn't so concerned with keeping his friend safe, he would have punched the bully in the face for what he had done.

It was as if she was in a trance, nodding or shaking her head vaguely when she was asked something, her eyes wide and staring ahead of her. It lasted so long Ned began to discuss the possibilities of Flash being capable of full body hypnosis.

"Ned, come on," MJ protested right as Peter said, "Not cool, dude." Ned's eyes widened. "No, no, I'm serious!" he said, raising his hands in surrender. Look," he added and waved a palm in front of (Y/N)'s face.

To Peter's absolute shock, the girl blinked and looked around as if she was just waking up. "(Y/N)! Are you ok? Talk to me," he said, raising his arm to put it around her and then putting it down as the voice in his head whispered, too soon. He contented himself with an arm on her shoulder, desperate for her to feel some kind of comfort, some sort of support.

"I-I was just shocked, is all," (Y/N) stammered, looking around and trying to get her bearings. "Oh, my goodness, did I miss gym?"

"Oh, it's ok! Wilson excused you," MJ explained hastily before her friend had time to worry. "So..." she looked worriedly at the others before speaking. "What did Flash say to you?"

"Oh, uh..." (Y/N) looked around nervously. Life was hard enough without her closest friends knowing something that would forever change how they saw her.

Peter took one look at her and understood. (Y/N) Stark was the opposite of an open book, and yet somehow he seemed to know her, to really understand her, without trying.

"You don't have to tell us if you don't want to," he said hurriedly, earning a grateful look from the girl. "Thanks, Peter," she replied. "I probably will at some point, it's common knowledge anyway, but..."

"You don't have to explain," he interrupted. "Whatever you're comfortable with."

A soft smile graced her face and he felt his heart do a backflip. What would she do if she found out Peter had a crush on her after one day of knowing her? Freak out, probably. Never talk to him again. He was surprised at how scared the prospect made him.

The bell interrupted his thoughts. He hurriedly followed his friends out of the gym, taking care to put as much distance between himself and Flash as possible. A suspension for punching a student wasn't top on his list of priorities.

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The rest of the day passed slowly. Peter could have sworn the clocks weren't working properly. He was desperate for the schoolday to end so he could check on (Y/N) and walk home with her, but it seemed for every hour, a minute went by on his watch.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) was hardly paying attention. All she wanted was to go home so she could talk to Nat and Tony about what had happened. She wanted to know how she could make sure she wasn't caught off guard again, or why she was still affected by mentions of her mother.

Her vision blurred as her thoughts deepened. She only saw a smudge of the pale gray wall opposite her, and the shadow of her teacher as he crossed back and forth across the classroom. She followed it as if hypnotized, her mind already transporting her to later in the day, to her father's horrified expression and Nat's comforting hand around her shoulders as she told them everything.

She had no idea how she got through the rest of the day. She never really registered Betty and Liz running up to her and asking her why she didn't meet them in the gym, what happened with Flash, why she was hanging out with Peter and the wierdos that were always with him. She also never understood how she raised her hand when the last teacher of the day called attendance.

All she knew was that she was alone, and it would only get better when she was at home. But then, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and all she knew was Peter.

They were both standing outside on the stairs, making their way out of the school. "Hey," the boy said. "Are you ok? You almost passed the exit."

"Not surprised to hear that," (Y/N) replied, giving a shaky chuckle. "I've been out of it pretty much all day."

"You mean, since gym," Peter said knowingly. She nodded, closing her eyes. "I just... I guess I was caught off guard. My dad will know what to do. We need to get home fast so I can talk to him. And to Nat."

Peter said nothing, and (Y/N) looked up at him to make sure he had heard. He was looking at her with an odd expression on his face. "Well," he said after a while. "I'm no Quicksilver, but if speed is what you're looking for..." He smirked, and held up his bag.

The next minute found Peter with his suit on and (Y/N) Stark grabbing onto him for dear life, her face hidden in the crook of his shoulder as he swung them from building roof to building roof.

"PETER!" (Y/N) screamed as they landed on an apartment two houses from the Avengers tower. "I don't know how much experience you have, but Pietro is usually WAY smoother than this!" Peter held his hands up apologetically. "I'm really sorry, (Y/N), but this is the only way. I'm not really used to this suit and I haven't really taken anyone with me, so..."

"Ok, ok," the girl interrupted. "Just land easier next time, ok?" She grabbed hold of him again, and Peter couldn't resist smiling at how tightly she held onto him. But in the next moment, he snapped himself out of the trance and he jumped onto the next rooftop.

"We..." he gave a breathless gasp and holding his hand to make sure (Y/N) got up safely. "We're going to have to swing onto the street, Mr. Stark still has that alarm system on the roof and he'll be pretty pissed if we set it off."

(Y/N) nodded and made her way to the edge of the roof. "But..." she said. "That street is full of people." Peter looked down. "Oh crap," he whispered. "Well, I guess we'll have to wait - wait, what are you doing?" he broke off as he saw the girl raising her hands, which were glowing blue. "I have psychic powers, remember," she reminded him, and swung her arms below.

Immediately, the crowd of people in the street began sprinting to the side closest to them, hurrying to get out of there with a frenzied expression in their eyes.

"Nice," Peter gasped as the last person disappeared around the corner. "Thanks," (Y/N) replied. "Now can you please try not to bash my head on a sidewalk?"

"Yeah, sure," he replied, smiling, and hooked his arm around her waist. "Hold on, I've got you, ok?"

"Just don't let me go, Parker," she whispered, finding her face inches from his again. She hoped she was the only one who heard a double meaning in her words. "I'm not going to let you go, (Y/N) Stark," Peter whispered back.

And with that, he aimed his web shooter, shot, and jumped, holding (Y/N) firmly in his arms.

When they entered the living room of the Avengers compound, Tony, Nat and Sam were sitting in armchairs watching a video of Cap saving a girl from a burning ruin.

"She'll be in love with him forever after that," Sam was saying, pointing to the woman's face. "Look at that, look how she's looking at him."

"And how do you know he's not currently crushing on her?" (Y/N) asked, earning the startled expressions of her dad, aunt and uncle. "Hey, sweetheart!" Tony exclaimed and got up to kiss her. "Hi, kid," he said, looking over his daughter's head at Peter. He gave a half wave back and sat beside Sam, his eyes on (Y/N). She was already looking at her dad, her eyes asking him to listen to her.

"Is everything ok, honey?" Tony asked, immediately understanding. "Can I talk to you, and to Nat, please? Alone?" she asked in reply. Tony and Nat exchanged apprehensive glances and hurriedly followed the girl upstairs.

Sam frowned at Peter. "Did something happen?" Peter looked at him, debating how to answer without betraying (Y/N)'s confidence.

"Um, I think you should maybe ask her that."

Sam's eyes widened. "It was about Laura, wasn't it?" Peter frowned. "I don't know. And who is Laura?" Sam looked as if he would very much like to take back his last words, but all he said was, "I think you should maybe ask her that."

After a moment, he added, "Don't worry. She'll feel better after she talks with Stark and Romanoff. Especially if it's about... what I think it is."

Sam was right, although it did take a time for them to get to the whole matter of making the girl feel better.

"That kid did what?" Tony shouted, his eyes wide as he stared at his daughter. "Tony, why don't we calm down," Nat suggested gently, her arms around her niece. "I should get that bully expelled. He knows how hard Laura's disappearance hit our family, it was in the freaking news, why would he bring it up?"

"Tony," Nat said dangerously, but the man was beyond warning. "That kind of thing should be against the rules. It is against the rules, right? Jarvis, pull up a copy of the full rulebook of Midtown High Sch-"

"Tony!" Nat shouted, not stepping away from (Y/N). "Why don't you stop ranting and listen to your daughter." Tony looked at the girl, and immediately stopped raging and sat down at her desk. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, sweetheart," he said. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine now," (Y/N) said. "But in gym... he caught me by surprise, I was basically in shock all day."

"Do you miss her?" Nat asked. (Y/N) considered for a moment. "I wish she were here, that I knew what it was like to have a mother. If that's missing her, then yes. I do." Tony gave a sigh and a sympathetic smile.

"We all miss her," he said. "It's not fair that you had such little time with your mother, and we spent practically half our lives with her."

"She was such an amazing person," Nat said. "Somehow, I still don't want to believe that what happened, actually happened."

(Y/N) stood up. "I want you to tell me about her, dad. And you, Nat. All of the Avengers, you all knew her. Today."

"Bucky and Wanda get home tonight," Nat said suggestively. "Sounds good," (Y/N) said. "And now there's... something I have to do. See you later?"

"(Y/N)?"

The girl turned around to Nat. "Yes?"

"Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yes," (Y/N) said, smiling. "I'm ok. Really, don't worry about me."

Nat's worried expression turned into a grin. "That smile is going to mean everything to somebody one day, beautiful girl," she said. Warmth filled the young girl's face and she turned away, her cheeks glowing red.

With any luck, it already did.

She made her way to the roof where she and Parker had talked on the night before school.

As she always did, she let herself drift away into the beauty of the view of Queens. The sky had grown gray and cloudy, the cool sky rippling into her face and blowing the hair from her eyes.

She was a Stark, and that came with a boatload of emotional baggage. Something always seemed to happen to her. But she had the right people to help her. Wanda, Pietro, Nat, her dad, not to mention-

"Hey, stranger."

"Peter."

(Y/N) smiled softly as the boy came up next to her.

They stayed silent for a few moments, staring into the distance, before the girl spoke.

"Laura Stark was my mother," she said. "She disappeared when I was two, but my dad makes sure people still talk about her. He wants to make sure nobody forgets her."

Peter showed no signs of surprise. He didn't want to. He wanted her to talk to him, and to feel safe when she did. He just said, "And you?"

There was a short silence. "I guess I wish I knew her. I don't feel her absence, except in my dad's face when he talks about her, or Cap's eyes when somebody says her name. But since... since there's no way she's coming back, then - then I just wish people would stop talking about her. Not my family, but... at least outside people who just know her from the news. That's why I didn't tell MJ and Ned. I don't need two more people looking at me as if I might break at any moment."

"I get it," Peter replied. "I mean, I don't actually get it, since something like that has never happened to me, but I do... kind of... get-"

His sentence was left hanging in the rain-foreseeing air as (Y/N) slammed her lips on his. She just couldn't take it anymore. She needed to kiss that boy if she wanted to take her next breath. She hardly knew him, hardly understood his past or his future, but in the present, she knew she wanted him.

She pulled away, suddenly horrified. "I'm so sorry, Peter. I'm really sorry, I know we haven't known each other for that long, I just..."

Peter held up his hand. Joy was running through him, flowing through his veins. It was taking everything in him not to return her gesture with every ounce of energy he had. "(Y/N)," he said, his voice shaking with the effort of keeping it steady. "If you don't come here and kiss me right now, I'm going to do it myself."

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Waiting for Spiderman - (Part 3) Peter Parker x (Y/N)

Peter Parker x fem!stark!avenger!reader

Summary: Peter Parker is new to the Avengers, but that doesn't stop him from falling for Tony Stark's daughter.

Warnings: Flash being an absolute jerk

A/N: Hey guys! This fanfic is inspired by the song 'Waiting for Superman' by Daughtry (I changed it to Spiderman for obvious reasons). Also, Pietro never died. Let me know if you want to be tagged. Enjoy ;)

(Y/N)'s eyes shot past Peter, surprised as she heard his name being called. A boy ans girl their age were hurrying towards him. Peter was smiling and waving at them.

"Hey," the boy said as he caught up with them. "You forgot to text me last night, I thought we were going to build my new Lego death star?"

(Y/N) raised her eyebrows and a smile crossed her face. The girl laughed and patted Peter on the shoulder. "You're busted, Parker," she said. "Looks like she just found out how much of a nerd you are."

Before Peter could stammer out an answer, the girl spoke again. "I'm MJ by the way," she introduced herself. "And that's Ned. For the record, I'm not even sure why I'm friends with these dorks.

Peter looked scandalized, but (Y/N) was grinning. She was beginning to like his friends more and more. "Nice to meet you guys," she smiled at them. "I'm (Y/N), (Y/N) Stark."

Ned's eyes widened slowly. "Whoah," he gasped. "You're actually Tony Stark's daughter?"

"That's me," she said, giving a confident shrug. She always played it cool when people mentioned her dad. Provided they didn't overdo it, of course.

"And you're hanging out with us?" Ned asked. The other three laughed at this. "Well, Peter's Spiderman and he hangs out with you," she countered reasonably. In a trice, Peter had his hand over her mouth. "Ssh!!" he hissed, looking around. "Someone might hear you! We're only like a block away from Midtown!"

"Wow," MJ remarked in an unimpressed voice. "You are really into her." Immediately, Peter pulled away and (Y/N) felt her face growing bright red.

Thankfully, Ned changed the subject. "So, (Y/N), did you transfer to Midtown or do you go to another school?"

"No, my dad transferred me two weeks ago," she replied. Ned frowned. "Weird, I'm surprised Flash hasn't asked you out by now," he said. "I try to keep a low profile," the girl replied. "And who is Flash?"

"The scum of Midtown, the ant in our sock, the mosquito bite under our toe, you get the idea," MJ explained. "He's really rich, but he's also a total bully," Ned informed her. "Yeah, he's been bullying especially me for years," Peter said. "There's a lot of kids that hang out with him, though," he added, worry creeping into his voice as if being scared (Y/N) would hang out with him too.

(Y/N) put a comforting arm around him. "For what it's worth, he sounds like an idiotic jerk," she told him. Peter smiled. "Thanks, (Y/N)," he said, and then looked ahead. They had reached Midtown High, the large building towering over the swarm of students entering the school or hanging out and talking.

The four walked up to the steps of the school. Right as they were about to enter, something wet hit the small of (Y/N)'s back.

"What the-" she turned around in outrage, just in time to see a smug smile on the face of a boy who had just ridden a car into a huge puddle right behind her.

"Good morning, Pen!s Parker!" the boy called out gleefully. "Hope you don't mind, you looked a little tired so I decided to wake you up."

"That is Flash," MJ muttered under her breath to you. "Pen!s Parker?" (Y/N) muttered back. "It is taking everything in me not to blast him into a wall right now."

"Come on, Peter, he's not worth it," Ned said, pulling Peter into the building. Peter looked positively mortified at (Y/N) having to see him get bullied by Flash like that, but when he looked at her, she was busy peeling off her wet coat.

"I'm sorry about that," he told her, eyeing it. "Oh, it's all good" she smiled, waving it aside. "Watch this." She stepped into an empty doorway and held out her coat. The others watched her curiously. (Y/N) waved her hand over the coat, smiling as she saw the wet spot grow smaller and smaller until the fabric was dry.

"I could do it with my hands glowing but that could be a little conspicuous in a crowded corridor," the girl said nonchalantly as the three others looked at her, transfixed.

Peter's eyes were wide as he hurriedly looked around to see if anyone else had witnessed that. "How did you do that? That was so cool!" he exclaimed, the excitement in his face making (Y/N) laugh. "I'm serious!" the boy insisted. "You have the coolest power out of like all of the Avengers!"

"Better not let my dad hear you say that," (Y/N) laughed and turned him around so he was standing with his back to her.

He became suddenly aware of the fact that Flash's little stunt had made the back of his jacket wet as well, and smiled as he felt it dry slowly. He looked at (Y/N) with admiration as she dried off MJ and Ned as well.

"Miss Stark?"

A voice behind them made all four whip around as they realized the new guidance counselor, Mrs. Dankworth, standing behind them. (Y/N) immediately brushed the hair out of her face and gave a winning smile. It reminded Peter very much of Mr. Stark's expression when he was winning someone over.

"Mrs. Dankworth, good morning!" (Y/N) smiled. "Is everything ok?" The lady smoothed her cardigan and eyed the girl over her horn-rimmed glasses. "Well, I just wanted to let you know you've been transferred to second period P.E. on Wednesdays and Fridays, there's been a slight mix-up in the schedules so we've been changing them for some of the students."

Peter and Ned exchanged excited glances. This would mean (Y/N) would be taking P.E. with them, meaning they would have one class with her.

"That's fine," (Y/N) was saying. "Thank you so much for letting me know, Mrs. Dankworth." The woman gave a small smile. When (Y/N) turned, MJ was looking at her with an impressed look in her eye.

"Oh, you're good," she said. (Y/N) laughed. "I get the flattery from my father."

"Yeah, Mr. Stark does know how to please a crowd," Peter agreed. "Are you calling me a crowd pleaser, Parker?" (Y/N) asked, quirking her brow at him. Peter immediately went red. "N-no, no, what I meant was..."

"Relax, I was just messing with you," (Y/N) said, holding her hand up. "I have to go or I'll be late for first period science."

"I have first period science too," MJ said. "I'll walk with you." (Y/N) smiled and nodded, waving goodbye to the other two.

"Dude," Ned said when the girls were well out of earshot. "You like her." Peter looked at his best friend, hoping he looked convincing. "What? No, no, she's just a friend."

"Are you listening to yourself? You're literally living with (Y/N) Stark, who is cute, hot and totally into you, and you're telling me she's just a friend?"

Peter rolled his eyes. "I like her as a friend," he insisted. Ned scoffed. "And Flash is my new best friend."

"Shut up."

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(Y/N) made her way to the gym with mixed feelings. She and MJ had spent the whole lesson either pretending to pay attention or being resigned to pay attention when they were caught talking. Somehow, MJ seemed convinced that (Y/N) was crazy about Peter, despite the fact that the two had only met yesterday.

She pushed the door to the girl's changing rooms open, flinching when she heard a high-pitched laugh echo in her ears. "I cannot believe you would pass out on an opportunity to marry Thor!"

(Y/N)'s eyes widened as she realized they were talking about her uncle. "Nah," another girl's voice replied. 'I'd prefer a one night stand with him. I mean, have you seen the muscles on that guy?" (Y/N) clapped a hand over her mouth as she tried to stifle her laughter, making a mental note to ask Thor what he thought of girls wanting to hook up with him.

"Ok, and what about... Iron Man?"

Oh, this should be good.

"Iron Man? I'd probably want to marry him."

"Yeah, same. I feel like he's the kind of guy who would protect you no matter what."

Well, they got that right.

"And he's hot enough, isn't he?"

The giggle was out of (Y/N)'s mouth before she could stop it. She could practically hear the girls look up. "Hello?" one of them called. "Is anyone there?"

(Y/N) squeezed her eyes shut and stepped out from behind the lockers. A blonde and a brunette were sitting together on the benches and were looking at her with identical puzzled looks.

"Were you listening to us?" the blonde asked. "Not intentionally," (Y/N) replied, hoping she didn't sound too awkward. "So what do you think?" the brunette. "Kiss marry kill - Thor, Iron Man, and Spiderman."

(Y/N) gave a small smile. "I don't think I'd do any of those things with Iron Man. But... I might kiss Spiderman if circumstances allowed." The blonde shook her head. "Fine, but I stand by my choice. Thor is the hottest Avenger. I'm Betty, by the way," she added. "This is my friend Liz."

"Hi," (Y/N) said with a classic Stark smile. "Ok, I'm going to change."

"Meet us out front, ok?" Liz smiled. With that, the two left, leaving (Y/N) to finally let go of her suppressed laughter.

When the girl finally exited the changing rooms, she was pleased to see both Peter and Ned sitting on the bleachers. She hurried to meet them, an inviting smile gracing her face.

"Oh-h, boy," Peter whispered as he saw her arrive. "This is your chance!" Ned hissed. "Tell her you have a crush on her!"

"I'm not going to tell her I have a crush on her-"

"So it's true?" Ned gasped, his eyes widening. "You do have a crush on her!"

"Ned, seriously, shut u- hey, (Y/N)!" he broke off suddenly as he saw the girl approaching them. "Hey, guys. So, I just met these girls who were playing kiss marry kill with Thor, my dad, of all people, and you, Peter. Well, Spiderman, really, but you know."

Ned smirked. "Oh, really? That's - that's an interesting question, (Y/N). So, who would you kiss? Spiderman or Thor?" (Y/N) went red, but before she had a chance to answer, someone behind her wolf-whistled.

She turned, her eyes narrowed, not surprised at all by who she saw. Flash Thompson with the stupidest smirk on his smug face. "So, you're the new girl?"

"If you can call someone who's been here for two weeks new," (Y/N) replied, a calculating look on her face as she stood to face the boy. She caught the slight confused frown on Flash's face. She smirked. He wasn't used to girls saying things like that to him. He was making himself way too obvious.

"What's your name, beautiful?" Flash asked, the smug look returning to his face. Okay. "Number one, do not call me beautiful, even though I'd like to think I am, thank you very much. Number two, you'll know my name soon enough. And number three, I would like you to apologize to me and my friends for that stunt you pulled this morning."

Nobody had been expecting that. Those nearby who had heard what the girl had said were listening, open-mouthed. Flash's jaw had dropped.

"Um..." he said, seemingly unable to form a single thought. Not that he seemed capable of doing so on a regular basis.

At that point, there came a shout. "Stark! You got the schedule change?" She looked past Flash's paling face to Coach Wilson, who was just entering the gym. "Yes, thank you, Coach Wilson!" she called, making sure everyone could hear her. She looked at Flash again and said, "Yeah, I'm (Y/N) Stark. Tony Stark's daughter and heir of Stark Industries. Glad to make your acquaintance."

She was about to turn away, when Flash grabbed her arm. "So what happened to your mom, (Y/N) Stark?" he asked.

The girl felt her face pale.

(Ahh Part 4 is finally out now!

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Masterlist | Waiting for Spiderman

Summary: Peter Parker is new to the Avengers, but that doesn't stop him from quickly falling for Tony Stark's daughter.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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Waiting for Spiderman - (Part 2) Peter Parker x (Y/N)

Peter Parker x fem!stark!avenger!reader

Summary: Peter Parker is new to the Avengers, but that doesn't stop him from falling for Tony Stark's daughter.

Warnings: slightly implied abuse

That night was clear and the stars covered the sky. (Y/N) looked lovingly over the view of Queens, the lights of the city sprinkling her eyes as they raked the buildings, the cars just visible on the highways.

She had lived here since she was four years old, and in those twelve years, it had become her home. She had walked those streets on her way to school, and sat at those benches when she needed a minute to breathe. To her, this was the most beautiful place on earth.

She began to wonder if there was somebody in this world as perfect as the view in front of her, looking for her in every smile and every car window reflection and every neon sign. Was there ever going to be someone else in this world with whom she could share how special this view was to her?"

"Hey!"

"JEEZ!"

She turned around suddenly, startled out of her skin by the voice that spoke behind her. "Parker, what in the world are you doing up here?" she asked, pinching the bridge of her nose as she realized who it was.

"I'm really sorry," Peter smiled apologetically. "I didn't mean to scare you. I sometimes like to just look at the city at night. I used to do it all the time when I was younger."

(Y/N) gave a gentle smile. "Then please, be my guest," she said, gesturing beside her. He returned her smile and leaned on the railing in front of them, staring out at the view. She followed suit.

"I didn't know you liked to look at city views," Peter said. "It's one of my favorite things in the world," (Y/N) replied. "I always tell myself I'm lucky to live here... because I get to see this." Peter smiled and looked at the girl next to him, taking in the enchanted look on her face.

"Yeah, I know, right," he agreed eventually, looking back at what was in front of him. "Look," he suddenly exclaimed, pointing up at the sky. (Y/N) followed his pointing finger. "The stars...?" she said at last, giving a small chuckle. He grinned. "Well, technically, yes. The constellation. Orion."

The girl looked back at where Peter was pointing and then narrowed her eyes. "Oh, yes," she finally breathed. "I forgot what that one looked like. It's been so long since I paid attention to the constellations."

"I seek them out every time I look at the stars," Peter said. "Constellations give stars a purpose, keeps the skies organized." (Y/N)'s eyes widened. "Organized? That is literally the one thing the sky isn't supposed to be."

Peter frowned. "What do you mean?" (Y/N) turned to him. "Look at the sky, and look at every star individually. Look how beautiful each one is. Now look at it all together as a whole. You see how they all fit together, without having to be separated into different shapes?"

"I never thought of it that way before," Peter admitted, his eyes upwards into the night sky. "I like how you see things, (Y/N) Stark."

(Y/N) hadn't ever had to hide her blush from anybody before. And yet now, she found herself turning away so he couldn't see the tinge in her cheeks when he spoke. She found herself feeling grateful it was cold so it could warm her burning face.

"You're shivering," Peter said, worry creeping into his voice. "Are you cold?" (Y/N) rubbed her arms with her hands. "I'm alright," she said, trying to stop the chattering of her teeth. "No, you're not," Peter insisted. "Come on, take my jacket."

"Oh, I couldn't," the girl protested, but Peter was already taking it off and draping it over her shoulders. "Won't you be cold now?" (Y/N) whispered, suddenly conscious of his face being inches away from hers. "Nah, I'll be fine," he whispered back, his hands still on her shoulders.

Both were holding their breath, waiting to see who would break the moment first. "We... we should probably go to bed, it's a school night," (Y/N) whispered, though every fiber in her body was screaming for her to stay silent. "Yeah," Peter said slowly, removing his hands from her shoulders.

(Y/N) felt the gentle warmth of his hands lifting from her, the absence of his hands on her back. You are an idiot, the voice in her head kept screaming at her. You are a complete idiotic idiot. She hurriedly walked to the door back into the tower, aware of Peter's quick step behind her.

They walked like that till they reached (Y/N)'s room, a few doors away from Peter's. "Well, goodnight," the girl said, scared to even look into the boy's face. "Wait," he said, just as her hand was on the door handle. She squeezed her eyes shut and opened them again, turning to face him. "Would - um, would you maybe want to walk to school together tomorrow? You got transferred to Midtown, right?"

"I did, two weeks ago," she told him. Then, "That would be fine, thank you."

"Cool," the boy gave a bashful smile. "See you tomorrow, then?"

"Yeah, see you tomorrow."

With that, (Y/N) went into her room. No sooner had she closed the door than she landed on her bed, her face buried in the pillow, thoughts exploding in her head.

'That would be fine?' the voice in her head screamed. 'Who the heck says "that would be fine"? You seriously had to choose today to talk like a freaking English major?"

And yet, he asked you if you wanted to walk to school with him. As soon as that thought entered her head, she managed to calm down for a moment, looking out at the window, a huge smile crossing her face.

She quickly changed her clothes and got into bed, imagining she could still feel Peter's warm breath on her cheek as he stood behind her, trying to stop the cold from reaching her.

She's dancing with strangers,

Falling apart,

Waiting for Superman to pick her up

in his arms.

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Peter's eyes opened a fraction of a second before his alarm went off. He hurried to switch it off and smiled as he remembered what had happened last night. Then he suddenly facepalmed his forehead. He had been so close to pressing his lips to hers, and what had he done? Acted like an awkward jerk.

"Good morning, Mr. Parker," Jarvis's voice rang through his room. "Holy sh-" Peter jumped out of bed, his eyes wide and his fists in combat positions. Then he dropped his hands as he remembered. "Oh, right," he breathed out. "Morning, Jarvis."

"Mr. Stark has requested me to inform you that breakfast is ready and that if you don't get your butt in here now you'll be late for school. His words, not mine."

Peter giggled as he heard the assistant's official-sounding voice repeating Tony's words. "Tell him I'll be right there, thanks, Jarvis," he said. "Right away, Mr. Parker."

With that, Peter hurried to change into his school clothes, grabbed his bag and earphones, and hurried downstairs, where he saw Bucky, Loki, and Tony sitting at the table.

"Morning, kid," Tony greeted him. "Good morning, Mr. Stark!" Peter replied brightly. He gave an awkward wave in Bucky and Loki's direction, saying, "Uh, good morning... guys." Loki smirked. "You may call me Loki Laufeyson, god of mischief and visitor to Midgard." Peter felt his eyes widen.

"Oh, stop bothering him, Loki," a voice behind them said. Peter turned suddenly, and his breath hitched when he recognized (Y/N) walking toward them. She was wearing a white button-up blouse and a short black skirt, complete with high-heeled Mary Janes and knee-high socks. His eyes strayed to her throat, from which hung a string of pearls.

"Good morning, Peter," she smiled at him and swept past the boy to sit down. "Um, hey, (Y/N). I-I mean, um - good morning." He mentally slapped himself for the awkward start and hurried to sit down with a red face.

"I will never understand how Midgardians eat this slop," Loki protested, looking down at the bowl in front of him, wrinkling his nose.

"Loki, call it cereal," (Y/N) laughed, pouring milk into her already filled bowl. "And it's very sustaining if you give it a chance." Bucky scoffed. "Don't try, (Y/N)," he said. "This clown won't ever be able to swallow a spoonful." Loki slapped a hand to the table and stood. "I am a god of mischief and swallow no insults from puny-"

"Now, now, Loki," Bruce Banner said, walking into the room. "You don't want to repeat your mistakes." Loki went red as if he remembered being pulverized by Bruce (or rather, the Hulk) the last time he had called him puny. Then suddenly, his eyes widened as he turned to (Y/N). "I'm sorry, (Y/N), are you alright?" he asked.

Peter looked at the girl curiously, and concern flooded him as he saw her gripping the edge of the table, biting her lip. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine." Tony stood from his place at the table and hugged her. (Y/N) was the only one who didn't see the thunderous look Tony sent Loki.

"You should go to school," Bruce said, rubbing the back of (Y/N)'s back. She gave a strange smile and nodded, stepping away from him and her father. "Ok. You ready, Parker?" she asked, looking at him. "Uh, yeah, yeah, let's go," he replied, still looking worriedly at her.

(Y/N) kissed her father and said goodbye to the rest, hurrying out of the kitchen with Peter in her wake.

"Oh, hey, guys!" The two turned around at Tony's face. "Are you sure you don't want Happy to drive you guys? It'll be safer." Peter froze, worrying that (Y/N) wouldn't want to walk alone with him after all. "Dad, I have psychic powers and Peter is literally Spiderman. I think we'll be fine."

Peter tried not to sigh with relief as (Y/N) waved and pulled him down the stairs to the entrance hall. "Come on, what are you waiting for?" she called behind her. The boy laughed. "Ok, ok, I'm coming!"

(Y/N) reached into the wardrobe in the entrance hall and pulled out a bright red coat which she slipped on. Peter noticed one of his jackets in there too and grabbed it before the girl could shut the door.

"Happy, we're going to school!" she called as they walked out of the door. "Don't walk into a car!" Happy called back. "Won't!" (Y/N) laughed and they stepped out into the cool air. "Ever the optimist," she giggled. Peter smiled, seeing her face light up again. "He really does like to say stuff like that."

They walked in comfortable silence most of the day, until Peter gathered the courage to ask the question that had been preying on his mind since breakfast. He scratched the back of his head as he spoke. "Um... (Y/N)?"

"Yeah?" she asked.

"I... um, I understand if you don't want to answer, but... why did Loki apologize at breakfast?"

(Y/N)'s face went blank, and Peter immediately backtracked. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked, I..."

"It's ok," she interrupted. "You should know anyway, if you're going to be living in the tower. Plus, I trust you, so..." Peter ignored the thrill that went through him as she said this and just said, "What is it?"

"Before my dad brought me to New York, I lived with my aunt, and she had a... questionable taste in men. There was a guy who would always scream at me for the littlest thing, and once he punched me when I was three."

Peter's face held nothing but horror. "Oh my gosh, (Y/N), I'm really sorry..." But the girl just kept talking. "He would always hit the table - or whatever surface was nearby - whenever he got mad, and I just hate it now whenever somebody does that."

Peter stopped walking, forcing (Y/N) to do so as well. "I'm really sorry that happened to you. You really don't deserve something like that." She smiled sadly. "I appreciate that, Spidey-boy." The boy smiled at the nickname. "If you ever need to talk, I'm here, ok?"

She laid a hand on his, cutting off the breath in his throat. "That means a lot to me, Peter. Thank you so much."

"Y-yeah," he replied, trying to form a coherent thought. But at that moment, a voice called his name, and he turned to see his two friends Ned and MJ running towards them.

(Part 3 is out now!)

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Waiting for Spiderman - (Part 1) Peter Parker x (Y/N)

Peter Parker x fem!stark!avenger!reader

Summary: Peter Parker is new to the Avengers, but that doesn't stop him from falling for Tony Stark's daughter.

Warnings: none really, just fluff

A/N: Hey guys! I know it's been a really long time since I posted, so here is a special one. I want to make this a multiple-part series, so I will make a masterlist later. Let me know if you want to be tagged. This fanfic is inspired by the song 'Waiting for Superman' by Daughtry (I changed it to Spiderman for obvious reasons). Also, Pietro never died. Enjoy ;)

"Alright, kid," Tony Stark said, looking down sternly at the boy in front of him. "This is your first training session. Don't let me down."

"O-of course not, Mr. Stark," Peter Parker stammered, looking nervously out of the window to where he could see the rest of the Avengers warming up. Captain America and Black Widow were there - he had met them last night - along with Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, and others whom he couldn't make out from that distance. He fidgeted nervously. He couldn't help worrying - what would happen if he wasn't good enough? What if he lost against all of them?

"Come on, Parker!" Tony called. Peter looked up, startled. Mr. Stark had already started walking down the hall. "Coming! Coming, Mr. Stark! Sorry," he said as he breathlessly ran to catch up with his mentor.

They made their way down the compound to the training grounds, which reminded Peter very much of something out of the Hunger Games - except much more extensive. "Hey, Parker!" Steve Rogers called as they came up to them. "Hey, Cap - um, captain," Peter greeted him nervously, looking around at everyone. To his surprise, only Steve was there. The others seemed to have disappeared.

"We have teams," Tony explained, seeing the look on Peter's face. "What we do is, when we get the signal, we run through the grounds, and when we find someone from a different team, we spar with them. If they lose, we win a point and vice versa. Got that?" Peter nodded rapidly. "Um, yeah, sir, I think I got that."

"Perfect!" Tony exclaimed. "You are on a team with me, Cap, Nat, and Bucky. The other team is Thor, the Maximoff twins, Sam, and (Y/N). Ready?"

"Wait, wait," Peter said desperately. "Who is (Y/N)-?"

Before he could properly finish his sentence, an airhorn whined into the silent air. "Let's go! Good luck, kid," Tony called and pushed off the ground in his suit, flying overhead, his eyes scanning the bottom. "Wait!" Peter called as Steve took off running as well. "Oh, crap," the boy muttered under his breath and began sprinting into the training grounds, dotted with trees, bushes, and streams that made for excellent hiding places.

Suddenly, he jumped as he saw Sam Wilson - the Falcon - in his suit, flying to the ground, his eyes on the young boy who stood transfixed looking at him.

"Hey, Mr. Falcon," Peter said brightly. "'Sup, Parker. You ready for this?" The boy slapped his hand to his forehead. "Right, I forgot, you're on the other team! Alright, let's do this." With that, Peter swung himself onto a nearby tree and shot one of his web shooters at Sam, who found one of his hands attached to the tree trunk next to him. Sam immediately put his wings into action, detaching himself from the tree with some difficulty. "Ugh," Peter groaned. "I always have to remember to shoot more webs."

"You know-" he continued as he dodged the Falcon, who was soaring towards him. "Mr. Stark always warned me-" he paused as he shot another web and missed. "-always secure your opponent first!" He shot again and this time managed to get both of Sam's arms. "Kid," Sam sighed as he tried to detach himself again. "Don't you-" he managed to get one of his hands free, "-remember what I told you last time we fought?"

"That there's not this much talking when in a fight?" Peter guessed as Sam tore himself free and threw himself in the boy's direction again. "That's right," Sam affirmed. Peter panicked as Sam came closer and threw out a punch to his chest, which successfully caused the older man to get thrown back into the ground. "Oh, my gosh, are you ok?" Peter cried as he hurried to him. "Y-yeah, kid, I'm good. Come on, finish it! Throw another punch and you win."

"A-are you sure?" Peter asked. "Yeah, go ahead. You did good, Parker."

"Aw, thanks," the boy smiled and raised his fist. Before he could bring it down, however, something caught it and swung him backwards into a tree. His eyes widened as a girl his age dressed in deep blue held him against the trunk, her upper arm pressed against his chest.

"So Spidey-boy fights," she said breathlessly, smirking at him. "I'm impressed."

"Who the heck are you?" Peter asked, staring at her strangely familiar dark eyes. "Someone who just won a point for her team," she smiled and looked to her right as Pietro Maximoff slid into view, the electric blue dashes that appeared behind him whenever he used his power fading away. The girl released him and Pietro picked her up in his arms. "Don't make eyes at her, Parker," he said in his Sokovian accent. "You'll have the whole team to deal with."

The last thing Peter caught was the girl's wink and with that, Pietro had dashed off with her.

"Woah..." he whispered and stood breathless for a few moments before Tony's voice rang in his ears. "Hey! Parker! Wake up, you've got heroes to spar with!"

"Sorry, Mr. Stark! I'm on it!"

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"That. Was. Amazing!" (Y/N) Stark exclaimed as she dashed into the changing rooms with Nat and Wanda. "I love it when Dad makes us do these training sessions."

"Yeah, but my team still won," Nat smirked as she put up her hair so she could wash her face. (Y/N) groaned. "How do you expect me to win when I'm fighting against both you and Cap? You're both like the best at sparring out of all of us!"

"Don't worry, beautiful," Nat smiled and hugged the girl. "You'll be strong enough to take on the world one day."

"Thanks, Auntie Nat," (Y/N) smiled and hugged the woman back.

Wanda cast a quick look at (Y/N) and smirked. "I thought Parker fought well."

"Peter Parker?" (Y/N) asked, changing into her favorite red shirt and shorts. "Yeah, he did pretty well. He would have defeated Sam if I hadn't stepped in."

"He lost against Thor, though," Nat countered. Wanda and (Y/N) sent her withering looks. "Everybody looses against Thor," Wanda said. Nat gave one of her looks as if to admit Wanda was right. "Why didn't Bruce join us today?" (Y/N) asked, tying her hair into a messy bun. "He's still a little shaky with his transformation. Hulk isn't exactly very eager about making an appearance," Nat explained. "Ok," (Y/N) replied, and, picking up her discarded suit, made her way to the door. "I'm going to lunch, you guys coming?"

"We're right behind you," Wanda affirmed and gave the girl a small smile. "That girl will be the death of us all," she said as the door closed. Nat smiled. "I don't know what we would do if anything happened to her," she agreed.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) had made her way to the kitchen, where Tony, Thor and Peter Parker were sitting, talking about the training. "Hey," she said brightly as she entered, and sat in the chair between Peter and Thor. "Hey, kid," Tony greeted her. "Hello, little Starkling," Thor smiled. (Y/N) smiled at them and then turned to Peter.

"So you're Spidey-boy," she smirked at him. "Um, I prefer Spiderman, actually," Peter corrected. "Right," she said and laughed. Peter smiled at the sound. He liked how her face lit up when she laughed like that.

"So you're (Y/N) Stark?" He had been surprised to learn that Tony had a daughter, but also pleased. At least there would be somebody in the compound his own age.

"Um, you did well," Peter told her. "That was really cool, how you just swooped in there and won." (Y/N) smiled. "I try to make an appearance," she said. "Congrats on the win, by the way."

"Thanks, honey," Tony smiled at her and stood. "Who is hungry? Wanda promised she'd make lunch today."

"And it'll be ready in half an hour," Wanda smiled as she entered the room. "It had better be something filling," Thor said, placing a hand on his rumbling stomach. "Training always makes me hungry."

"Everything always makes you hungry, Uncle Thor," (Y/N) said adoringly, hugging the man and getting to her feet. "Alright, if I have half an hour, I'll go up to my room for a while. See you all later?"

A chorus of 'see you laters' followed the girl up the stairs and into her room. She smiled as she sat on her bed. She liked that boy, Peter Parker. He was funny, kind, and her dad liked him well enough. It would be nice to have him in the compound. She had been out on a sleepover last night, so she had missed his arrival, but she was happy he was moving into the compound.

She reached for her phone and connected it to her Bluetooth speaker before opening Spotify and pressing shuffle on her playlist. Listening to music set her free in a way nothing ever could, and she was happy to let go every once in a while and just listen.

(Y/N) grinned as she heard the intro to her favorite song. Every time she heard it, she saw herself in the lyrics, everything that she ever wanted in the words that described the girl in the song.

She's watching the taxi driver

He pulls away

She's been

Locked in her apartment

A hundred days

The song echoed downstairs to the group of Avengers sitting in the kitchen. Wanda smiled as she stirred the pot of paprikash, listening to the young girl's voice.

"Please ignore her," Tony said to Peter. "She does that practically every day."

"Oh, come on, Stark," Thor protested. "There's nothing wrong with playing a bit of music, especially when she so enjoys it. Besides, Parker, doesn't mind, do you, Parker?" Peter gave a bashful smile. "Um, yeah, no, it's fine."

He listened to her voice singing the higher notes, and suddenly, he stood. "Where is the bathroom, Mr. Stark? I forgot," he asked, before he could stop himself. "Upstairs, next to (Y/N)'s room, kid. Don't be too long!"

Nat smirked at Peter's retreating frame. "Seriously?" she said as she saw Tony's face. "It isn't at all obvious what he wants to do?"

"What?" Tony asked, oblivious. "He wants to hear her sing," Wanda said, winking at her brother Pietro, who had arrived as soon as (Y/N) had gone upstairs.

Peter had sneaked into the bathroom. Thankfully, the song was clearly audible from where he was standing. He smiled when he listened to the lyrics, and (Y/N)'s beautiful voice singing along.

She says

Yeah, he's still coming

Just a little bit late

He got stuck at the Five and Dime

Saving the day

Peter could hear her feet tapping on the ground, and realized you were dancing.

She's talking to angels

Counting the stars

Making a wish on a passing car

She's dancing with strangers

Falling apart

Waiting for Superman to pick her up

In his arms

All of a sudden, the boy listening noticed something. (Y/N) was replacing the 'she' with 'I', singing the song in first person. He grinned as he registered the happiness and enjoyment in her voice as she vocalized, still dancing around the room.

He found himself wishing he could listen to her sing for hours. Then, suddenly, Wanda's voice drifted up the stairs to his unwilling ears. "Kids! Come and set the table please, lunch is nearly ready."

"You said half an hour," Peter muttered as he came out of the bathroom, hurrying to get downstairs before (Y/N) came out of her room. He heard the music stop, and the door open. He quickly jumped over the last few steps and practically ran to grab the forks Wanda was holding out.

(Part 2 out now!)

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Endgame - Peter Parker x (Y/N) Stark

Peter Parker x fem!stark!reader

Summary: You and Peter had a really big fight because he was feeling jealous. But that all ended at Tony's Christmas party at the compound.

"What is wrong with you?" you screamed as you threw your bag into a corner and stormed through the room. Nat and Tony, who were sitting there together, looked shocked as they saw you and Peter hurrying through the room having one of your worst fights ever.

"Why can't you just tell me?" Peter shouted as he followed you, blind to the other two in the room. You came to an abrupt stop right in front of the door. "Why can't you just trust me? I'm your girlfriend, for goodness's sake!"

"Yeah, and I just saw my girlfriend laughing with another guy!" You scoffed, tears already beginning to fill your eyes. "What, and that's a crime? I would never let him do anything, Peter, that's not who I am!" Peter looked aside out of the window. He knew he shouldn't say what he was thinking. It was just his stupid, insecure side talking. But he couldn't control it, and soon, the words were out of his mouth.

"I don't know if that's true."

He could see the hurt in your eyes. He wanted to take back everything he had said. He wanted to kiss you and tell you that you were everything to him. He wanted to take back the second he let himself doubt the one real thing in his life.

"Screw you, Peter," you said, your voice shaking with suppressed rage. The person you thought was Peter had gone, leaving somebody unrecognizable in his place. You turned and ran up the stairs. "Screw you!" you screamed again before throwing yourself into your room and on your bed, crying your eyes out. You almost wished you hadn't agreed to walk to lunch with your lab partner. You didn't know talking with him was going to cause so many problems. But why did they cause so many problems? It wasn't like you cheated....

Meanwhile, downstairs, Peter had thrown himself into the nearest chair with his head in his hands. He could almost feel the disapproving glances Tony and Nat were giving him. He didn't need to see them to know he had been an idiot.

"I screwed up, Mr. Stark," he said helplessly into his hands. "I really screwed up." Tony sighed and stood, walking over to the boy and putting one hand on his shoulder. "Everyone screws up one way or another, kid," he said. "But you have to learn from that, otherwise what's the point?" Peter choked down a sob. "But she hates me," he said. "She's always going to hate me now."

It was Nat's turn to stand. "She won't, Parker. She's mad at you right now, but she's going to move forward from that. When she hears how sorry you are, when she's had a chance to think about her own feelings and yours.... you'll see this will all blow over." Peter removed his head from his hands and looked up. "But I don't even know how I'm going to apologize to her."

Nat smirked. "That's easy. Did you forget about tonight?" Peter rubbed his temples and pressed his lips together as he remembered. How could he have forgotten? Tony had been talking about this Christmas party for weeks now, and the other Avengers had been forced to help him with the very extensive preparations.

"You'll apologize to her then," Tony said, clapping his hands together and shooting Nat an approving glance. "Alright, kid, get up and go get ready, your tux is in your room."

"But the party's in like four hours!" Peter protested as Tony ushered him upstairs. Then he turned to Nat. "Alright, I think it's time you show (Y/N) the dress she's wearing tonight." Nat grinned and hurried up the stairs in her turn.

She came out of her room a few minutes later, clutching a long garment bag to her chest. She only waited a second after she had knocked to open the door.

You were exactly as she had expected you to be. Lying on your bed, your face in your pillow, with your school clothes still on and crumpled from lying in that positing and your hair all over the place. Nat draped the garment bag over your chair and sat heavily next to you on the bed. "Alright, get up, beautiful, you've moped enough," she said, pulling gently at your shoulders.

You sat up, eyes still half-closed. "I don't think I'll ever have moped enough. How could this have happened?" you groaned, leaning your head on your aunt's shoulder. "I know," Nat consoled. "I know it's tough. But you'll get past this, (Y/N), just like any couple that's meant to be does." You sniffed a little and looked up at Nat's kind eyes. "You really think we're meant to be?"

"Oh, I think you're more than that, I think you're endgame," Nat said firmly. Then she got up. "Alright, let's go," she sighed, pulling you to your feet. "We have to get you all dolled up for tonight." You frowned. Much like your boyfriend, the fight had driven all memory of the party out of your head. Then a huge surge of excitement rushed through you as you remembered and you squealed. Nat laughed and gestured to the garment bag. "Don't you want to know what you're wearing tonight?" It took all your self control not to leap onto that bag and tear it with your hands to see what was inside. Instead, you pulled at the zipper, gasping as you beheld a deep blue velvet fishtail gown that reached up to your feet when you held it up against yourself. "Oh my gosh, Nat, this is incredible!" you squealed and rushed to hug her. "Careful, careful," she laughed. "You'll crease the dress."

But you didn't really hear her. You were ecstatic about this new gown, and if you and Peter hadn't had that fight, you would be over the moon.

Four hours later, everyone had assembled downstairs. Well, everyone except for you, Nat, and Wanda, who had come by to help get you ready for the evening. You all had been shut up in your room for a long time. Tony looked at his watch impatiently. "Where are they?" he said, tapping his foot on the ground. "The guests will be here any minute."

"Alright, Tony, don't worry, I'm sure Nat just wants (Y/N) to make a grand entrance," Bruce told him, peering up at the door, And it was indeed a grand entrance. Almost as soon as Bruce had finished his sentence, a pair of black heels appeared at the stairs which belonged to Nat, dressed in a chic white dress that reached below her knees. Wanda followed dressed all in scarlet.

And then you appeared. Nat had given you a silver clasp to wear around your neck, and Wanda had supplied the earrings, dark blue sapphires in the shape of teardrops. Your hair was done up elegantly in an intricate braid, and your dress looked perfect. You gave a bashful smile as everybody stared at you, mesmerized. Thor gave half a glance at Peter, who was staring at you with a mix of love and regret in his eyes, and started forward to give you his arm.

"You look brilliant, little Starkling," he whispered in your ear as he led you to the others. "Thanks, Thor," you whispered back, feeling slightly giddy. You tried very hard not to look at Peter. You had caught a glimpse of him while descending the stairs. He looked so handsome. But you couldn't talk to him now anyway, even if you wanted to, for at that moment, the first guests had arrived, and you and Tony had to go up to greet them first since you were Starks.

"Rhodey!" Tony exclaimed as their guest entered. "What's up, Tony," the colonel said amiably and the two men hugged. Rhodey's eyes fell on you next, and he smiled as he kissed your hand. "You look as beautiful as ever, Miss Stark," he told you. You gave a small smile. "Thank you, Colonel Rhodes," you said. "Parker!" Rhodey exclaimed, looking behind you. You stiffened as you heard Peter's voice. "Hey, sir," he greeted the man.

But you didn't have much longer to dwell, for in that moment, Tony called out to another guest who had just arrived.

Soon enough, the compound was filled with people, laughing, talking and drinking. You made your way through the room, catching small snippets of conversation as you went.

"I'm like, 'Boom! You looking for this?'"

"This has aged for a thousand years, this is not meant for mortal men."

"It's just show, I'm betting you I could lift it, no problem."

"(Y/N)!" You looked up and saw Steve and Loki making their way towards you. "Still moping over that puny human?" Loki asked as he reached where you were standing. "Loki!" you hissed. Steve, too, looked disapproving. "What?" Loki protested. "I'm saying what you all are thinking." Steve waved him aside. "Ignore him, (Y/N). Do you want to dance?"

You smiled. "I would be delighted," you accepted. He took your hand and led you to the center of the room near the piano and you began to dance.

Further away, Peter was sitting in a corner, brooding when he saw you dance with the Captain. His eyes followed your movements, your eyes as they lit up when the man you were dancing with spoke, your laughter as it struck his ears. He wanted to make you laugh like that. He wanted to be the one who brightened up your evening. His mind played back what Tony and Nat had told him earlier, and before he could stop himself, he was walking towards you.

"May I cut in?" he asked, more to Steve than to you. You froze and looked at him carefully. What was he intending. Steve, however, looked slightly satisfied, and said, "Sure, kid." Soon enough, he had melted into the crowds.

Peter turned to you. "Hey, can I talk to you?" You paused and then nodded, fidgeting with the ring you always wore on your smallest finger - your nervous tic. Peter noticed. He noticed everything about you. But right now, he needed to get you alone so he could do this properly.

As soon as you were in a deserted hallway, he sat heavily on a nearby bench. "I'm an idiot," he said simply. You sat down next to him, your eyes on his face. "I'm listening," you said, smiling. "It was wrong of me to be so jealous. You don't deserve that, (Y/N), not by a long shot. I guess all I wanted was to protect you, although I don't really know how to do that." His voice was getting more tearful by the minute, and you hurriedly placed your hands on his cheeks, cupping his face. "Hey," you said. "Listen to me, ok? It's fine. I know how hard these past couple weeks have been for you. If anything, I should have tried to be more understanding-"

Peter buried his face in the crook of your neck, hugging you around your middle and cutting across your words. "Please don't," he said into your shoulder. "It's all my fault."

"No," you said firmly. "It's not. I love you, ok?" He looked up and pressed a kiss to your lips. "I love you too, (Y/N) Stark."

"We're endgame, Parker," you said, remembering what Nat had said. "The world can't get rid of us that easily."

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Talking to the Moon [P.P]

Summary: When Peter’s identity is leaked, he is forced to leave you and his old life behind, shattering your heart in the process.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: ANGST, like straight up rip your heart out. Far From Home spoiler (kinda), Endgame spoiler (kinda)

a/n: so if you couldn’t tell this is based off of the song ‘Talking to the Moon’ by Bruno Mars. its a loose interpretation. i’ve been planning an angsty fic like this for a while. angst is my favorite genre of fic, especially when it has a hopeful or fluffy ending. so this one DOES have a hopeful ending and potential for a sequel,, so yuh, enjoy! <3

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Three years, two months, and 14 days. That’s how long it had been since Peter’s identity was leaked. That’s how long it had been since he left you. For good.

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hii! i love your work :) how about peter x stark!reader where y/n and flash are forced to be partners for a project but peter gets adorably jealous over the whole thing <3

ii. what he doesn't have

ii . what he doesn’t have - p.p. x stark!reader

synopsis : being a stark means that almost everyone is chasing after you for schoolwork help, being a “genius’s” daughter. so, what happens when you happen to be paired for a project with the one and only flash thompson – with your boyfriend, peter parker, in the same class?

warnings : mild swearing, insecure pete :(, flash being a bully as always

a/n : thank you for the compliment and request, angel! i’ve tried my best to get our boy’s insecure and jealous side down, but please bear with me if it’s off at all. ps; it may be a little rushed? <3

word count : 2,737

all you’ve known since you were a kid were luxuries, crime-scenes, and a fair share of booksmarts. all thanks to your surname; stark.

yeah, a part of you enjoyed the whispers of awe, the freebies you got when you were out. but school? that was a whole other situation in itself.

you were constantly surrounded and berated by students, offering cash, – as if you needed any more – snacks, their souls, for you to do their projects, finals, or homework for them. though you could understand where they came from, it did nothing to soothe your anxiety and annoyance.

the only thing that did help, was your boyfriend. peter benjamin parker.

each morning he awaited you at your locker, doe-eyes locked onto you like you were the moon and sun. under his gaze, everything melted away, and you felt as if you were wrapped in a freshly washed blanket.

but, lets not get ahead of ourselves. after all, every relationship, no matter how loving, comes with its downsides. you and peter’s?

jealousy.

when you weren’t spending every moment of every day together, peter would watch you as you got flocked by hopeful, puppy-loving boys and girls. though you’d always proudly shown your boyfriend off to the world, it didn’t exactly stop the declarations of ‘love’ from rolling in.

and today was really no different. you and peter walked hand-in-hand down the halls of midtown high, floating above everyone else, whispering in each others ears, grins plastered on your faces. to everyone else, it looked as though you were exchanging compliments, words of romance.

but, what you were really discussing?

what the two of you wanted to research for today’s announced chemistry project.

“what about the fritz harber’s experiments?” you offered, wrecking your brain for ideas. you knew that your teacher would provide everyone lists of suggestions, but you had always preferred to think of something on your own. the lists were your fallback plan.

“that feels more like a history subject,” he countered, biting his lip. “other than going into detail about chemical warfare – which, again; history – there isn’t much we can do.”

you threw your head back in exasperation, wishing you could fall to the floor then and there. this project had to be perfect. it was your ticket to m.i.t., or any ivy league college, for that matter.

the two of you volleyed suggestions back and forth, bickering, laughing, and brooding, ‘till you reached the open door to ms. warren’s classroom. peter gave your hand a gentle squeeze, a reassurance. even if it took a few hours of brainstorming, you’d come up with something. you had to.

you strayed from him, taking your assigned seat a few tables away. you weren’t a big fan of the arrangement, but you knew the teacher only wanted the best for you. especially after peter and you had wasted days worths of time whispering to each other, when you should have been paying attention.

the rest of the class tumbled in as the bell chimed, sitting in their respective corners, voices dialing down to a hush as ms. warren stood, a stack of papers – what you assumed to be the project rubric – in her hands.

“class,” she curtly nodded. “i believe we all know what today is, yes?”

you all muttered your agreements, shifting in your chairs, eger to get to work. you didn’t have much time to complete it, after all; only a week. normally, you’d get two. or more.

the lady grinned in approval, thumbing through the stack, pulling out a singular list from the bunch. “now, normally, i would let you guys choose your groups. but, upon recent mishaps,” her eyes narrowed to two boys, who had caused a minor fire while goofing off in class during the last project, “i’ve taken … extra precautions. i’ve decided to arrange partners by last name. if all goes well, you can return to your normal pairs.”

you shot up in year seat, alarms going off in your head. you and peter’s eyes met at the same moment, both of you pouty and distraught. this would be one of the first projects you would do separately.

the teacher began reading off a list of names, passing out yellow-print rubrics as she brushed between tables.

you fiddled with the bent edge of your paper, waiting for her to near the ‘s’ section.

what didn’t occur to you, was that you were the only ‘s’ in the class.

“eugene – flash – thompson, and y/n stark,” she went on until she hit the end of the list with a click of her tongue. she found her way back to her desk, sitting cross-legged upon her plush seat. before any of your peers could whine in protest, she waved her finger, eyes shooting daggers. or, more accurately, threats of an ‘F’ on your papers. “if i hear any one of you complain, i won’t hesitate to try this experiment again,”

needless to say, the lot of you shut up.

“off you go,” she announced with the wave of her hand. off you went, indeed; the classroom was a mess, students trying to find their partners – some even struggling to figure out who, exactly, they were paired with. it was a frenzy.

but, it was no issue for you.

how could it be, when you were with the flamboyant, arrogant, rather bastardous flash. you’d despised him ever since liz’s house party, when he had publicly made a fool of poor peter parker. you were a tad bit annoyed at ned, too – but that was a different story. ned was still one of your best friends. but flash? god, he was just a bully.

you slid into the seat next to him, and though you met his gaze, your eyes were anything but kind. “listen here eugene,” you huffed, “i’m just here to get our work done. this does not mean i see you as anything more than trash.”

flash scoffed, as though to cover up the fact that he was (very obviously) butt-hurt. “i don’t need to hear that from someone with penis-parker. it’s flash, by the way. not eugene.”

you chuckled, fiddling with the end of your number two pencil. “right, sorry eugene. but i don’t think you should talk that way to someone with such close contact to your beloved spider-man.”

he puckered his lips, face growing sour. “oh, come on. everyone loves spider-man. he’s awesome. i’m not abnormal, like your boy-toy. unless you’re referring to my good looks and class.” he wiggled his brows, and though it wasn’t his intent, you only cackled louder at his unwavering cockiness.

earning a glance from peter.

the poor boy, already brooding from ms. warren’s new arrangement, seemed to deflate further. he couldn’t exactly pick up what you were talking about. all he saw was your face lighting up, laughing at – what he assumed to be – a stupid joke made by his bully.

throughout the period, you and flash bickered to no end. poking fun at each other's hair, clothes, even your friends. though you both had malicious intent, peter couldn’t help but catch flash slipping up; his hand lingering next to yours, even when you pushed him away, calling you silly nicknames, though you angrily told him to stop. the way he brushed the hair out of your face, before you swatted his hand away, threatening to chop his beloved body parts off. the whites of your boyfriend’s knuckles showed, him wishing he could simply pounce off the walls and leave a bruise on the other’s sad mistake of a face.

when the bell rung, you didn’t hesitate to hop off the chair quick as lighting, snatching up your notebook and pens. you didn’t even bother to bid flash good-bye, even when he extended a card with his number plastered in gold letters.

a card that you ignored. what sort of stuck-up kid carried a fake business card with them?

slinging your backpack over a shoulder, you skipped over to pete, mindlessly taking his hand; a habit you gathered a month into dating. he seemed to squeeze your fingers tighter than usual, and though you thought nothing of it, it didn’t stop you from noticing as you left the school house.

on the way back to peter’s apartment, the boy seemed awfully quiet. he even refused to look you in the eye, syrup-brown eyes gazing into storm drains, or up at street lamps. though, they seemed so far off, as if he wasn’t truly present. you had been chattering on-and-off for the entire ten minute walk home, stopping only when you realized he really wasn't content on responding, no matter how many times you called his name. for someone whose senses were dialed to, like, two hundred, he sure was good at ignoring situations.

you had iterated the same question six times to him, before you gave up, your grip on his hand growing tighter, as if you were afraid he would let go.

reaching his loft number, he unlocked the front door, calling out for aunt may.

not home. likely getting takeout, he had suggested gruffly.

peter dropped his bag down next to yours, making a beeline for his bedroom; the room you’d spent so many sleepless nights together in.

you followed him, hand colder now that he let you go. “pete, are you okay?” you asked gently, sitting next to him on the bed, your shoulders touching. the boy moved impossibly closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck, arms encircling your waist.

he was only this needy after a bad day.

“peter?” you whispered, lips pulled into a frown. “hey, talk to me. did i do something? you know you can tell me anything. i won’t look down on you.”

“you will,” he responded, pulling his head back to look at you, at last. his usually soft eyes seemed sharper, sculpted with anger. “it’s – it’s not you i’m angry with. flash; he should know who you belong to. not that you’re an object! i just – i just can’t. i can’t watch him take the only thing that i have to myself. he shouldn’t have been touching you, your hands, your face –”

your stare softened, cupping his pouting face in both your hands. ‘that’s what this fuss is about? flash? i knew it was a special case. these things happen wayyy to much for it to have just been normal jealousy.”

he leaned into your touch, nodding as he pressed his lips to the palm of your hand. “he gets everything he wants. and people don’t even actually like him! he’s mean, and annoying, and …” his voice broke, and with it, so did your heart. “you’re the only thing of mine that he doesn’t have.”

his sniffles had you wiping salty tears from his pink cheeks, the once harsh gaze in his eyes now soft. sad. “you know how i feel about flash. he’s a total bitch.”

“but you laughed with him. i’m telling you; he’s trying to take you, to get to me. and he’s better, in more ways than one. he’s rich. confident.”

“laughed with him?” you breathed a ghost of a giggle. “pete, i was laughing at him. the idiot’s the most hypocritical, egotistical ass in the world. even my dad couldn’t beat him there. and, why would i ever need his wealth?”

“... you’ve got a point,” peter huffed, sucking on his teeth. “but he touched you … still …”

“and i told him off for it,” you shrugged, thumbs rubbing his cheekbones. “you know i wouldn’t let anyone else do that with me.”

“y/n, am i stupid? for getting jealous?” he asked meekly, swallowing the lump in his throat. he’d been pondering the question during the walk home, shutting out all noise in the process. after all, you had rejected his enemy’s moves bluntly. you hadn’t even accepted his phone number. but it still bugged him. he knew you wouldn’t ever leave him for eugene thompson of all people, but having anyone show romantic interest in you was like a knife to the heart.

your brows narrowed. “stupid? no, pete, never. that guy’s the dumb one, for ever thinking he had a chance against you,” you scoffed. “i mean, he has a mustache, for thor’s sake.”

the joke lured a gurgle of a laugh from your companion. “thank’s, y/n/n,” he murmured, bringing his face closer to yours, inch by inch.

when his lips captured yours, you savored it. if you hadn’t been sitting, you would have collapsed, your knees feeling so week at his touch. it was different, this time. normally, his kisses were sweet, short. endearing. but in that moment, it was greedy, almost devouring, as if he was happy to simply drown in the essence of you. he tasted like blueberry pie, and you were more than eager to explore it all, the fluttering in your stomach something you could never get used to, and –

“you kids home?” a feminine voice called from the corridor. you pounced off of peter, stumbling back, up against his closet.

“yeah,” he shouted, though his voice was that of a mouse. he looked at you for approval, red blotting his cheeks and nose. you couldn’t help but burst out laughing, the poor guy in front of you very obviously distraught.

you heard shuffling in the background, plastic bags being undone. “lovely!” may hummed. “i got us tacos. i was going to make a stir-fry, but …”

“it’s fine, may. thank you,” you said through strings of giggles. you offered peter an outstretched hand, which he gratefully took, pulling himself off the bed. you knew he could do it on his own with ease, but the small action touched his heart.

you laced your fingers through his, leading him into the dining room, takeout boxes neatly unfolded. “is something wrong?” may asked doubtfully, eyeing peter’s puffy eyes and flushed face. you wore a devil’s grin, which your boyfriend could only take as, ‘we’ve got a new story to tell your aunt.’

and there was certainly no backing you down.

the rest of the night was spent on the three of you laughing over your dinner, peter pouting as you gleefully exposed his fit only moments ago (making sure to leave out the insecure bits. you weren’t willing to shatter his trust in you, after all).

needless to say, it was 2:45 a.m. by the time peter swung you back to the tower.

a week had passed, and you were exhausted. each meeting you had with flash, the more you seemed to hate the guy. it had gotten to the point where you gave him an ultimatum; if he talked to you about anything that wasn’t related to the project, you would ‘show spidey his fan-accounts.’ specifically, the embarrassing ones, like when he theorized that spider-man was the lovechild of tony stark and some monstrous spider-queen.

a scene you really didn’t need to visualize, regarding your dad.

and it worked. he stopped touching you, stopped talking to you outside of your class time. he even stopped making fun of peter, when you were around. which was basically all the time.

but now, the two of you were wrapping up your presentation. you had spent hours and sleepless nights on your gadget. even pete had pitched in some help, which you thankfully repaid him for by helping code his own machine.

you dramatically bowed at the end of your speech, earning a laugh from your peers. the last project of the day, finally completed. hopping off the mini-stage, you skittered to your lover, letting him wrap you in an embrace. “i’m so proud of you!” he cheered, ruffling your hair.

you made a noise similar to whining, ducking to avoid the further messing up of your appearance. “i don’t think anyone could top yours, though.”

he grinned like a little kid, his chest puffing with pride. you were so focused on cooing over him, that you hadn’t noticed your project partner sauntering in your direction.

“yo, y/n/n! i think we work pretty well together. we sho–”

“don’t talk to my girlfriend,” peter snapped, grip on your silhouette tightening.

you nodded in approval, rubbing his back. “you tell him, baby,” you sniggered, joyful that your boyfriend had so openly shot down the bastard.

… and, seeing flash’s baffled face was a plus, you supposed.

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It's a Date - Peter Parker x (Y/N)

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Warning: slight mention of blood, use of the word pen!s

Summary: Peter never really noticed you until he couldn't help it.

You never really kept your head down, but you never stuck out either. Midtown High School was the sort of place where it was easy to do that. You had just a few friends, no particular love life (unless you counted the failed "relationship" in seventh grade. Which you did not.) and grades that were good enough to keep the school counselors at bay.

You sighed as you reached your locker and pulled your earphones out of your ears, interrupting the Everybody Talks song by Neon Trees. You liked listening to music as you walked to school. Turning up your volume to drown out the street noises of Queens and just walking.... It might not seem much to others, but to you, it was bliss. Then again, it made getting to school and having to stop the music all the more undesirable.

Someone knocked you into the wall as they ran by. You gave a sarcastic smile. Flash Thompson, the most repulsive specimen of Midtown. He had tried to mess with you on your first day, but shame on him for trying. You might prefer to be quiet but you certainly didn't pull your punches. Flash learned that the hard way.

"What's up, Pen!s Parker!" the boy shouted as he ran by. Your eyes slid to his unfortunate target, a boy you knew by sight, but not by name. Well. Now you had learned at least one of them. Pulling your gaze away from the scene, you grabbed your books and hurried to science class.

"Hey!"

A bright voice next to you yanked you into reality, startling you. "Oh jeez, Betty! You scared me!" you cried, clutching your chest. "Yeah, yeah," your friend dismissed this and hooked her arm around yours. "So?" she asked, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Who are you going with?" You rolled your eyes as you realizes Betty was referring to the homecoming dance, which was a few weeks away.

"Oh, I don't even know if I'm going to go," you said quickly. Betty's eyes widened. "You're kidding, right?" she cried. "(Y/N), this is the opportunity of a lifetime! Are you really going to throw that away to spend an evening alone in your room reading and listening to Taylor Swift?" You clutched at your heart, pretending to stagger. "Rude," you laughed. But your friend had hit very close to the truth.

"Seriously, though, (Y/N)," your friend said after she finished laughing. "You need to put yourself out there more. You have so, much potential," she giggled, poking your shoulder after each word. "You could become part of Midtown's next it couple?"

"You're sure you didn't fall off your bed and hit your head last night right?" I asked sarcastically. "Me? The next it girl of this place?" Betty groaned and rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me you can't imagine it, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)," she said, "because I sure can. See you at lunch!" And with that, Betty had sped off in the direction of the gym.

You rolled your eyes at your retreating figure. It girl.... How was that even going to be possible, nobody even liked you.

But nobody even knew you, you realized as soon as you thought this. Betty was right, you never really put yourself out anywhere. People had to approach you to know you weren't the type to cross, or that you would give them the answers to a test if they were nice enough, or which teachers you really hated. You never really let yourself show. Only Betty knew you, as well as a couple of other friends, only some of which went to Midtown.

These thoughts occupying your mind, you didn't really notice where you were going until somebody tapped you on the shoulder. You turned and saw Ned, a boy with whom you only had maths. "Hey, (Y/N)!" he said brightly. "Oh, um, hi, Ned," you greeted him breathlessly. A slight frown appeared on his face as he gestured behind him. "Aren't you supposed to be in science?" You slapped a hand to your forehead as you realized you were about a dozen paces past the lab. "Oh crap, thank you so much, Ned," I said gratefully. "Yeah," he replied amiably. "Oh, and besides saving you, I wanted to ask you a question." You laughed and asked, "What is it?" Ned smiled. "Do you maybe want to sit with me and Peter? Peter Parker, I mean, he's my best friend, and I think you're really cool, so-"

"Yes," you interrupted, laughing. "I'll come sit with you, Ned." Ned gave a small smile and nodded. "Ok, cool! See you at lunch, alright?"

"Yeah," you said, waving at him before hurrying into the lab. You couldn't resist giggling to yourself as you slid into your seat. Ned was a nice guy, you had gathered that much from your limited time with him, and Peter hadn't seemed too bad from what you had seen . You doubted Betty would be over the moon when you told her, but at least it was guys, which should be enough to please her.

"Good morning, class!" the bright voice of your teacher rang in your ears as the bell rang and the day began. You pulled out your textbook wearily.

At lunch....

You completely underestimated Betty's reaction. She positively squealed when you told her about Ned's invitation, and her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she learned Peter would be there.

"I mean, they're cute in that, like, nerdy way," she said. "And Parker could be a catch, I guess. It's a start, though! I'm so proud of you. Before you know it, you'll be dating a disgustingly cute jock. Go (Y/N)!" She said the last words so loudly that people looked around to see who it was, while you shushed her, scandalized.

"I don't want to date a disgustingly cute jock," you told her as you entered the cafeteria. "I'll be fine if he's just a good guy." Betty rolled her eyes. "You read way too many YA romance novels." You grabbed a tray and went to stand in line to get lunch. "I'll have you know I only read enemies to lovers YA romance," you told her. She laughed and took a tray, too, but before she could speak, there was a violent crash which shook through the large room.

You looked up, startled, just in time to see Flash stepping over his fallen tray and yanking Peter Parker within inches of his face by his collar. "What did you say to me, Pen!s Parker?" he roared, spraying the boy with spittle.

Peter tried to speak, but he was interrupted by a seemingly livid Flash. "You think I'm a joke, huh, Parker? You want to tell all your little friends I'm a joke? Oh, that's right!" he said, laughing cruelly. "You only have one." He looked up at the terrified looking Ned.

"Alright, that's it," you muttered as you dropped your tray to the ground and started towards them. You were so angry at Flash that you didn't hear Betty's hiss of warning, just his smug stupid face as he looked up at the clatter of your tray.

"Get off him, Thompson!" you called as you walked towards them. You could see Flash freeze for a second, then rearrange his face into a self assuring smile. "So what's it to you, (Y/N) F-"

"Ah, ah, ah," you interrupted him just as he was about to voice the cruel nickname he had come up with for you in your first week here. "I think you well remember what happened the last time you called me that." Flash reddened as he remembered, and his nose twitched a little as though remembering being broken.

"You wouldn't dare," he said. "Not in front of everyone."

"Get off him, Flash, and you won't have to find out."

Flash scoffed. "Really? That's what you're going for? I'm supposed to believe that you would risk detention to defend this clown-"

You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of laughing. Before he could even finish his sentence properly, you balled up your hand into a fist and swung it at the bully.

There was a crack as your knuckles made contact, and a groan from Flash mixed with a gasp from the rest of the room. "You'll pay for that one, (Y/L/N)," he grunted and hurried off to the bathroom, clutching his bleeding nose.

"Are you ok?" you asked Peter as he struggled to get to his feet. "Um, yeah," he said. "Thank you for standing up to him. But I don't want him to be a jerk to you because of what you did."

"Oh I think he knows better than to mess with me," you said, smirking after Flash. There was a pause, before Peter said, "Hey, it's (Y/N), right? Ned invited you to sit with us?"

"Yeah," you said. "And you're obviously Peter Parker." He laughed and nodded. "Yeah, I am. So.... Do you want to sit down?"

Ned came forward. "(Y/N)! Dude, that was amazing! You were so good!" You laughed as we all sat down. "Seriously though," Ned continued. "You totally kicked his a-"

"Will (Y/N) (Y/L/N) please report to the principal's office," a mechanical voice carried through the school. You giggled. "Looks like that's my cue," you said and stood. "See you later, boys."

"Wait!" Peter exclaimed. You turned. "Yes?"

"Would you...." The boy rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "Would you maybe want to go grab lunch with me tomorrow?" You smiled, trying not to overdo it. I felt like jumping a foot into the air. Peter Parker had just asked you on a date. No, it can't be a date. He just said "grab lunch". That isn't a date. He probably means just a casual hangout. You must NOT call it a date.

"Sure!" you said as casually as you could. "It's a date."

Dang it!

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heyyy!!!!! is this ur acc or not??? just making sure though :)))) i saw this from tom holland tags.

https://ethxreality13.tumblr.com/post/693453350729023488/promises-and-separation-part-2-peter-parker-x

Yes, ethxreality13 is my main account! I originally posted the Promises and Separation stories there. Ty for asking :))))

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Promises and Separation Part 2 - (Peter Parker x Y/N)

Peter Parker x fem!reader

A/N: Go read Part 1 on my account if you haven't as this might be hard to understand without reading that. Please don't post to other websites without asking my permission. Enjoy reading!

It was as if the whole world was moving in slow motion. The doctors pushing a stretcher along the hospital hallway, Peter and Tony running alongside it, begging Y/N to wake up. But she didn't. She just stayed pale on the stretcher, her eyes closed and her fists clenched, her arms streaked with burns that Loki hadn't been able to save her from.

When the door had broken after Steve had hit it for the millionth time, the Avengers knew that something was very wrong. Loki had entered, only to find Y/N lying unconscious in the middle of the flames which were licking at her arms and legs. And now, she might not make it.

Nat was sitting with her head in her hands as she heard Peter pleading with the doctors to let him in, to see her, to know if she was breathing or not. She couldn't bear to look at the others. They all knew what Peter was refusing to let himself think - Y/N's chances were very slim.

"Please, please let me stay with her," Peter sobbed as he fought to look past the doctors into the room. He caught a glimpse of his girlfriend's pale face. The shock of seeing her like that, under those lights, made him stand limply, not even realizing the doctors were now pushing him away. Tony was clenching his jaw, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. It's all your fault, his head was telling him. She wouldn't have spiraled if you had just trusted her. Why couldn't you have trusted her?

A nurse had managed to get the two into the waiting room where the rest were and told them firmly to wait for any more developments. Nobody heard her. Peter was still crying, and Tony was knuckling his eyes, determined not to let anybody know the magnitude of guilt he was feeling. Loki was staring at the door where Y/N was. He couldn't bear to lose her. If he did, then the only person who didn't see him as a monster would be gone. A few years ago, she had snuck onto Tony's spaceship when everyone was going on a mission to Asgard. She had laughed at his jokes when not even he thought they were funny, she had hugged him at his most vulnerable moments when nobody else knew he needed someone, she had given him her trust when he knew he didn't deserve it. It was she who had convinced Tony to take him to stay with the Avengers. He hadn't left since.

Thor was trying not to throw his hammer through the wall. Y/N had been so funny and carefree when she had come to Asgard. He remembered laughing when Tony was yelling at her for sneaking her way there, and all she did was examine the walls of the palace, completely absorbed. She had helped him through his sadness, his fear of losing everything, and his guilt at everything that had happened in Asgard. She had been his savior. And he had never told her. He prayed now for a chance to tell her everything he hadn't. A chance to show her how much she meant to him. How emotional he had gotten when she called him Uncle Thor for the first time.

Nat was trying to keep a clear head, but all she could see was a young four-year-old Y/N had been when she had first seen her, covered in rubble and trapped, freezing cold, in a HYDRA cell. It was Nat who had saved Y/N from being crushed by the deteriorating building and had given her to Tony to bring her up. She never imagined she would be so devastatingly powerful, or that the power would destroy her. She never imagined that Tony would destroy her when she had been so sure he would protect her. She was trying not to blame Tony for this, but it was hard. And she wasn't the only one.

Steve Rogers had nearly had a panic attack when he had caught a six-year-old Y/N playing with his shield. It was bigger than her, and she still insisted on examining it. When he asked her why she'd touched it, she said she wanted to be strong like him. And he had picked her up and said she'd one day, she would be stronger than all of them combined. And now, her power could kill her. Why couldn't Tony have let her and Peter be together? Y/N had been right, Peter Parker was the definition of what was good for her, and now they might never get another chance.

"Mr. Stark?"

Everyone looked up. The same nurse was back, holding a clipboard to her chest. There was a long pause. "She's stable," the nurse said. Peter gave a gasp of relief and tried not to cry again. "Her chances are better, and she's sleeping now," the nurse continued, although nobody was really listening. Wanda was silently crying with relief. She had been the last out of everybody to meet Y/N, but the comfort that she had given Wanda after the death of her brother was enough to make her love that child like a daughter. She was going to be ok.

"Please...." Tony said hoarsely. "Please can I see her?" The nurse nodded. "You can all go in together if you want." With that, they all stood and walked together to Y/N's room. As soon as he saw her, Peter ran at full speed to the bed and held her hand, laying his head on her stomach and began whispering to her. Nat clenched her fists to keep the tears at bay when she heard what he was saying. "Y/N, please, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault, just please wake up, baby, please wake up." Tony just gripped the side of the bed, his face to the window so none of them could see. Nat and Loki approached the bed so they could sit next to it, while the rest just stood nearby and gave thanks she was looking peaceful. They seemed to spend an eternity like that, just sitting with her, feeling grateful she hadn't succumbed to the power that had taken over her.

Until Peter felt Y/N's hand stir in his. He sat up, looking at her intently. Y/N's eyes squeezed and then opened a little, a groan escaping her lips as her whole body began moving. "Y/N?" he whispered, not daring to believe it. "What...." Y/N said slowly. "Where am.... I?" Everyone let out a deep breath and rushed to the bedside. "You're in the hospital, beautiful girl," Nat said, using her old nickname for her niece. "Your powers made you lose control, and you were unconscious." Y/N looked around as if realizing where she was for the first time and then saw Peter. "You look.... scared out of your mind," she said, regarding him for a few moments. Peter laughed shakily. "I was scared you weren't going to make it," he told her. "I'm really sorry I scared you," she replied. Peter's eyes widened. "No, no, it's not your fault. You never have to be sorry, Y/N, not while I'm with you." He leaned forward and their foreheads touched. Y/N's eyes filled with tears as she closed them. "Never let me go," she whispered.

"Never," he promised her.

Suddenly, Y/N pulled away. "Where's my dad?" she asked. She hadn't seen him. Everyone saw Tony's face now. He was squeezing his eyes shut, his grip on the side of the bed vice-like as he tried to talk without his voice breaking. "Uh, I'm right here, Y/N," he said. She turned and saw him. "Dad, please-" she started, but Tony wasn't listening. He bent and hugged her as if he would never let her go. "I'm sorry," he whispered again and again into her shoulder. "I'm so sorry." Y/N hugged him back. She understood now, she understood everything. "Dad, it's ok," she whispered. I know you have a hard time letting me go, but I'll be fine. I'm going to be fine."

"I know, I know," Tony said, still hugging her. "I love Peter, Dad. Please.... I just want you to understand that. "I do," Tony told her, pulling away. "I know now. I see how you look at each other, and even if I don't like it-" Peter looked down a little guiltily, "I will condone your relationship." Y/N smiled and hugged her father again. "Thank you," she said sincerely. Tony smiled back and pulled away.

Everyone smiled, and the rest came forward to say hi to Y/N. Wanda hugged her while the brothers and Steve watched. Y/N's face was alight with happiness, her smile bright and infectious. That was the Y/N they all knew. She was back.

(also posted on my other tumblr, ethxreality13)

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Promises and Separation - Part 1 (Peter Parker x Y/N)

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Y/N Stark has a fight with her dad and her boyfriend Peter Parker, and it doesn't end well.

TW: slight mentions of blood, panic attack, fire

P.S. Here, Y/N has powers similar to the Scarlet Witch, but with fire. Enjoy ;)

Y/N's heartbeat slowed down as she lay on Peter's chest. He cradled her gently and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "It's been so long since we did this," she whispered. "I know," he replied, laughing softly. "I wish we didn't have to hide from Mr. Stark." Y/N sat up, propping herself up on her elbows and looking at her boyfriend. "Peter, you know he'd kill us if he ever found out we were together. And I can't risk your place in the Avengers." He nodded and brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his hand on her cheek. "You're so beautiful," he told her, smiling. She smiled back and leaned forward to kiss him, but before their lips could touch, the door slammed open.

They drew aside quickly, but it was too late. A nervous Nat and a shocked Tony were standing at the door. "What is going on?" Tony asked quietly. Y/N turned to Peter, her fear evident in her face. Peter looked just as scared. He got off the bed quickly, keeping the towel around his waist in place as he stammered an explanation. "Mr. Stark - we - were just - it's not -"

"We're together," Y/N said simply, cutting across Peter and wrapping the sheet around her body so she could stand up. Tony's face became pale as he took them both in, and realized what was going on. Behind him, Nat looked dismayed. She had suspected what was happening between her niece and Parker for a long time and eventually had confronted the two about it. Her suspicions were confirmed, and she had spent the next four weeks hoping Tony wouldn't find out. She knew what would happen if he did. She saw it happening now.

At last, Tony spoke, his voice slightly shaking. "Both of you, get your clothes on and meet me in the kitchen." With that, he walked out, his face red and his hands clenched into fists. Nat lingered for a moment, but not sure what to say, she turned and followed Tony, leaving the two lovers alone.

As soon as the door closed, Peter's eyes widened and his hands went to his hair. "What are we going to do?" he hissed, lest Tony should hear him. "I don't know!" Y/N hissed back. She didn't regret telling her father - it was obvious enough without her saying anything - but now she knew he was going to get every single detail out of them. Every whispered word, every stolen kiss, every secret meeting of the last two months would be out in the open for everybody to see.

Peter noticed his girlfriend's hands shaking and hurried around the bed to hug her. "It's going to be fine, baby," he whispered into her hair. "We're going to be fine." He kissed her on the forehead and she let out a deep breath, nodding. By this time, both were dressed, and unable to put off any more time, they went to the kitchen. Y/N's heart sank as they entered. Not only were Tony and Nat waiting for them, but also Thor, Loki, Wanda, and Steve. There was a tablet on the kitchen island with some paused security video. Peter and Y/N were seen kissing in the corner of the room.

"What do you have to say for yourselves?" Tony asked, the anger making his voice shake. When he had rescued Y/N from becoming yet another HYDRA child experiment, he had promised to raise her as his own daughter and protect her. How could he do that if she insisted on exposing herself? Peter was a good guy, but she wasn't ready to be in a relationship. He knew she wasn't, he knew what was right for her.

The defiance shone in Y/N's eyes as she spoke. "I'm in love with Peter Parker," she said clearly. Tony's eyes closed in anger and Wanda gave a small smile. She could see Y/N was going to fight for Peter - and from the looks of it, Peter was going to fight for Y/N as well. "We've been together for two months," she continued, "and we kept it secret because I knew you would object." Tony erupted. "Object?" he shouted, hitting the table with his fist. Peter stepped closer to Y/N, he knew she hated it when Tony did that. "Of course, I object! You're not ready for a relationship, least of all with a...."

"With a what?" Y/N shouted back, cutting across her father. "With a what, exactly?"

"With an immature child!" Tony replied suddenly. Y/N was struck dumb, stunned that anybody could ever call Peter an immature child. He was older than her, for a start, and Tony thought he was mature enough to recruit into the Avengers, so why would he say something like that? But Peter had stepped forward. "I'm sorry, Mr. Stark," he said, "but I'm not an immature child. I'm Spiderman, I'm part of the Avengers, and...." he paused for a moment, as if gathering his courage before saying, "....and I love Y/N." Y/N turned around to look at Peter, momentarily distracted. She could never get enough of him saying he loved her. "She's all I have," Peter said. His voice wavered slightly as he said, "She's all I have now."

There was a pause. Loki was watching Y/N carefully. He was in no doubt that she loved him, and he was just beginning to realize how much.

"Well," Tony said eventually. "Not anymore." Y/N turned to her father, her eyes wild. "What does that mean?" she asked, her voice shaking. "It means that you and Peter aren't allowed to be in the same room unless one of us in there with you. I programmed Jarvis to alert me if he sees you being together, and I'm calling your teachers to keep you separated at school. And you won't be going to school together anymore."

"No," Peter said. "No, Mr. Stark, please, you can't do that!" Tears were streaming down his face. "You can't separate us!"

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do, kid!" Tony shouted, approaching the two. "You are not good enough for my daughter, deal with it." Y/N was crying silently, but as soon as she heard that, she flared up. "Not good for me? Not good for me? He always shows up when I need him, he is always there, he always chooses me and is kind to me, and never makes me do anything I'm not comfortable with. He's like your son! He is the definition of what is good for me!"

Tony straightened up. He knew she was right, but he wasn't going to admit it any time soon. He was too angry to care. "I've made my decision," he said and turned away.

Y/N's breathing was beginning to get faster. She could feel the panic attack coming, she was scared, alone, she couldn't register anything around her anymore. Peter immediately took her by the shoulders, trying to calm her down. Thor and Steve rushed to help him, while Wanda and Nat looked on fearfully. Tony still had his back to them.

"Baby, breathe," Peter said, cupping her face and looking into her eyes, but they were distant. He knew that look. She couldn't hear him. She couldn't hear Steve telling her she'd be alright, or Thor soothing her. She couldn't see Loki getting up and walking to her, she couldn't see her father ignoring her. She only knew she was panicked.

All of a sudden, she had broken free of everyone and was running blindly. They all followed her now, even Tony, as she stumbled up the stairs and into her room.

She could hear the others banging on the door, telling her to open up, begging her to unlock her door. But her magic was keeping it shut. Her magic would make sure nobody would be able to get inside. Her breathing turned into whimpers as her power began to hemorrhage. She was slowly losing control. Flames shot out of hands, catching onto the curtains, the bedspread, the desk. She began to feel angry, angrier, and more furious than she had felt. How dare Tony separate her from the only boy she had ever loved like this? She began to scream, whirling around and burning everything, not caring that the heat and the smoke were beginning to suffocate her.

"Y/N! OPEN THE DOOR!" Peter screamed, hammering at the unyielding door. Wanda's face was streaked with tears as she gathered all her powers, but even they did nothing to it. Thor was smashing the top with his hammer, Steve was using his shield to break it, Nat was trying to shoot the handle and Loki was failing, again and again, to teleport into the room. Tony was punching the wall next to the door, trying to get to his daughter, not caring that his knuckles were bruised and bloody and the wall was becoming red.

"Y/N!" Wanda cried as she failed yet again to open the door. "Baby, please," Peter sobbed, squeezing his eyes shut at a scream from Y/N inside. "It's not breaking!" Steve shouted. "She must have used magic to close it. "Y/N, STOP THE SPELL," Tony shouted into the wall.

Y/N could hear them, she wanted to stop the magic, but it was beyond her. The flames were getting closer, her throat was closing up and she couldn't breathe. She tried desperately to suck oxygen into her lungs, but all she got was thick smoke. "Peter...." she choked out, and collapsed to the ground, the flames approaching her quickly.

Part 2 is out now!

(also posted on my other tumblr ethxreality13)

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