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If I Ain’t Got You - Peter Parker (1/?)

summary: Peter Parker and (Y/N) Stark’s friendship, though Peter realizes he may want something more

warnings: swearing, a lot of f bombs

-this is my first peter parker imagine and i kinda rambled toward the end of it but me let me know how it turned out pls!

-also, there will be a second part to this cause went off my original idea half way through (not that anyone cares)

Peter Parker knew that he’s gone through a bunch of stuff that a regular fifteen year old year usually didn’t have to go through and he’s glad that he isn’t a regular fifteen year old. His stories, when he’s able to tell them of course, wouldn’t be as interesting. He also wouldn’t have the relationships he has now; the camaraderie of the Avengers was something he had grown used to, liked even and if he hadn’t been bit by that spider, he wouldn’t have (Y/N).

(Y/N) Stark, adopted daughter of Tony Stark and Pepper Pots, heir to Stark Industries and an gargantuan sum of money. (Y/N) Stark who understood what it was like to be an abnormal teenager, who helped him deal with it. She handled everything with such elegance, even when he showed up at her window bruised, bleeding and wheezing.

She didn’t ask any questions as she helped him out of his suit and gathered the needed first aid supplies. She was just there, dabbing at one of his wounds with an antibacterial cloth, humming a song that Peter didn’t recognize softly to herself. “What are you humming?”

His question zoned (Y/N) back in, “What? Oh, it’s just something by Alessia Keyes.”

He nodded but winced slightly when (Y/N) pressed on his stomach. Her eyebrows drew together, not out of confusion but angered curiosity. “Take off your shirt.”

“Geez, (Y/N), you’re attractive and all but I don’t think of you that way.”

The brunette ignored the way her chest constricted at his comment and lifted the hem of his shirt. She groaned when she saw the familiar purple and blue coloring of a bruise lining his abdomen and ribs. “That settles it, Empire Strikes Back or Return of the Jedi?”

Now Peter was confused, he pulled his shirt back down and tried to stand up---tried being the key word. (Y/N) shoved him back on the couch before he could take a single step. “Me trying to use actual medical procedures to help you would be fruitless considering your healing factor, but friends don’t let friends suffer through internal bleeding alone. Which brings us back to the question, Empire Strikes Back or Return of the Jedi?” (Y/N) repeated returning to the couch, several blankets and Star Wars DVDs were tossed onto the couch.

“Empire Strikes Back, but I thought you hated Star Wars.”

“I’m not the biggest fan, true, but it’s your happy thing so I’ll suffer through it.”

Peter couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips, “What did I do to deserve a friend like you?”

(Y/N) was thankful that she had ventured into her closet for a change of clothes because she watched her smile shrink in the mirror that hung on her wall. Fucking Peter Parker with his stupid fucking smile and his goddamn charm, not mention he could best her in chemistry and that could be said for few people and his stupid life that awaited him outside her bedroom walls. Deep down, (Y/N) knew she didn’t loathe the humorous Ned Leeds and elusive MJ that often came up in conversation, she was jealous because they got the lunch table conversations, late night study sessions and the mountainous Lego-building hangouts. Normal, teenage hangouts.

All she got were the brief times where he stayed in the Tower. There had been talk of him permanently living with the rest of the team, offers even, but (Y/N) knew Peter wouldn’t accept them, not now at least. He was much too protective to leave his friends and Aunt May back in Queens to come live Upstate.

(Y/N) shrugged returning to her room, now downed an old pair of running shorts and one of Peter’s long sleeves.

“Is that my shirt?”

The (Y/C/H) felt a blush crept up her neck and cheeks as she looked down at the long sleeve. The words, I make science puns but only periodically, were printed across the front. “So, what if it is? I’ve been meaning to start a collection of my own.”

“I’m all for it but why that one? I’ve got much better ones at home.”

“Well, maybe because all the other ones Argon.”

Peter laughed, “Okay, if I promise to bring over more shirts will you stop reciting science puns? I had an awful Chem test that you just reminded me of.”

Another shrug was his response. He began unfolding the blankets as (Y/N) walked over with her laptop. The pair grabbed their respective blankets as the movie began, (Y/N) had brought her knees to chest and had wrapped her arms around them. Her (Y/C/H) hair was twisted into a tangled looking knot on top of her head, though there were strands that had fallen from it and curled around her face.

In that moment, Peter discovered another word to describe his friend.

Beautiful.

Not cute, or pretty. No, those words hardly did any justice. (Y/N) was downright beautiful. And it scared him, she was so darn beautiful how could he even begin to compete with that? When her tongue swiped over her lips, probably providing a much needed moisture, Peter found his mouth incredibly dry.

“What’s your favorite movie?” He found himself asking.

Her reply was instant, “Mulan.”

“Let’s watch it.”

“Now?” He nodded. “What about Star Wars? I know it’s your happy thing.”

“I’ve watched it enough to recite the script back to you besides every time I’m over here it seems like it’s all about me.”

“Usually you come back right after a mission so my calculus can hardly compare to a web-slinging Spider Man, now can it?”

It shouldn’t have to, Peter found himself thinking. “Well, I mean---”

“Okay, Parker, you don’t have to brag.” (Y/N) chuckled, tossing a pillow at him.

“Seriously, let’s watch it.” Peter prompted, throwing the pillow back.

(Y/N) fumbled with the hem of the shirt, a smile pulled the corners of her mouth up. Was this what it was like? Having a normal teenage hangout? (Y/N) wouldn’t know all her time was spent in either the lab, helping out with calculations, in her room working on her own coursework or the fleeting time she had alone with Iron Man himself.

Peter sighed as his phone buzzed. “It’s May. She’s wondering where I am.”

“Why? It’s only,” (Y/N) glanced at the clock on the wall. “One thirty in the morning. Okay, that makes sense. I should probably let you go then, it’s what? A forty minute train ride back to Queens?”

“Twenty by webs but yeah, I should go. I’m on a tight schedule with this whole patrolling thing.” Peter said, pushing off the couch. He quickly folded the two blankets before handing them to (Y/N). She took them and walked back to her closet where she tossed them on an empty shelf.

“So I’ll see you then?” She said, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Soon.”

“What?”

Peter felt the blush on his cheeks and reached back to scratch his neck, his own skittish tick. “You’ll see me soon is what I meant.”

“Oh, you’re going to make a pit-stop Upstate then?”

“I’m going to have to if we’re going to watch Mulan.”

(Y/N) opened her mouth, her intention was refute his statement with yet another sarcastic comment but all that came out was, “I’ll see you, Parker.”

He wanted to hug (Y/N) then but he refrained from doing so because she had to think it would be weird, their friendship hadn’t reached that casual-hug-stage yet. The last thing Peter wanted was for him to hug (Y/N) and her freak out. Instead, he poured all the emotion that would’ve been in that hug into a smile and he hoped it didn’t look like he was grimacing and then climbed out the window.

(Y/N) waited several moments, making sure he had webbed away, before throwing both her fists up in the air and dancing around her room. “Miss. Stark, are you okay?” Vision called, floating into her room, effectively sharing the shit out of her.

“God, Vision! What have I said about doing that? And yes, I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” (Y/N) shrieked, nearly falling off her bed---which she had begun jumping on.

“I sensed your accelerated heart rate and assumed something was wrong.”

“I’m okay, Vision. Great, actually.”

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with Mr. Parker, would it?”

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