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yourmomsgranddad · 2 months ago

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— THERE GOES THE SPIDER

— PAIRING: Kate Bishop x fem!Stark!reader

— SUMMARY: How do you lose a man? (You forget to cherish him.)

— WORD COUNT: 4.8k

— WARNINGS: based off the episode of 9-1-1, but also hangover, peter and mj wedding, reader and peter dated in the past, reader is a lesbian, peter and y/n being the best friends, cursing

You groaned as your eyes broke open.

What happened last night?

You looked around the room and you didn't recognize anything around you.

You weren't in your room at home. You weren't in Peter's room at his apartment. The bedding was too nice and you could see the living room from the bed.

This was a hotel.

When did you get to a hotel?

A soft groan could be heard beside you. Your eyes went wide. You didn't want to move. Who did you go to bed with last night?!

"Where the hell am I?" The mystery person voiced.

You reached over to grab the blanket and cover your face. You were suddenly embarrassed. You recognized that voice.

You almost didn't want to breathe in fear of her spotting you.

"Who is that?" She shoved, pushing you slightly but you kept the blanket in place, not showing anything.

"It's me, Kate."

Sound stopped, she knew your voice too.

You slowly brought the blanket down, causing her to hit you with her pillow. "What are you doing in my bed? And why are you wearing a bright pink quinceañera dress?"

You looked down in confusion and surely enough, she wasn't lying. Underneath the plush white hotel blanket laid a bunch of pink poofs covered in pink glitter that seemed to have painted the sheets beneath you.

"I don't know what's weirder about this situation. The fact I'm wearing a quinceañera dress or that you know what that is." Kate's lips made a thin line as if she was embarrassed by how she knew what they were. But you didn't feel the need to peel that back, there were more pressing matters at the moment.

You went back to scanning the room as if you weren't in bed with one of your best friends at the moment.

The room seemed to be trashed. Piles and piles of food containers opened on the floor and whatever its contents were caked in the carpet. Another pile of jackets on top of a very huge spill. And what seemed to be a snoring body underneath a throw.

You squinted for a second, making sure you were sure until your eyes went wide. "I think there's someone over there." You told Kate whose eyes went right to where you were looking, her face reflecting yours.

Kate was quick to leave the bed, going to search it immediately. But she fell back into the bed as if something was weighing her down.

She looked down at her hand and weirdly enough, there was a handcuff around it.

You both physically paused, looking at each other in astonishment.

"This all seems eerily familiar."

You squinted your eyes in suspicion while Kate identified the cuff. It seemed to be connected to a chain which she followed under to the pillow. She lifted it up, revealing a very sparkly pink suitcase.

"Where the fuck did that come from?!" Kate shouted, looking at the suitcase in terror.

"What happened last night?" You rubbed your head. At this point, that question was rhetorical, neither of you knew the answer and you were just waiting for someone to yell out all the answers.

Suddenly the body on the couch began to move, moving the blanket off of his face as he woke up.

Both you and Kate stared at the action in anticipation.

Out popped bright silver hair that was absolutely rustled in every way possible. You would recognize it anywhere.

You jumped out of bed, crawling over to the couch.

You gave him a harsh shove until his eyes opened. He gave a sleepy smile that made you somehow a little more mad about your situation.

"Cute dress." He commented, his deep Sokovian accent cutting through the silence.

"Dude! Where are we? Why is Kate handcuffed to a sparkly suitcase?" You basically shook him even harder which wasn't agreeing with the alcohol that was definitely still in his system.

"Not sure, still drunk, ask Ned." He muttered before falling back into his pillow and closing his eyes.

"Where is he?" You wondered loudly, shaking him again, more agitated than before. Pietro reached for the pillow by his feet, lifted it up, and threw it presumably at Ned's position, all with his eyes closed.

"Ned!" He shouted.

Just then Ned rose up from the stained jacket pile, looking like a zombie, pushing them all to the ground. You watched in disgust, your expression reflected on Kate's face as well.

"You're sitting in a stain, Ned!" You complained, a whine apparent in your speech. You felt bad for him but he didn't seem concerned.

"It's fine, it's only vodka. I'm soaking it up in my pants." He nodded it off as if it wasn't that important. But on the list of the things of most importance, it was at the bottom.

"Where are we?" Kate shouted from the bed. Everyone's eyes went to her as they didn't even know she were here.

"Oh easy. We're in Peter's hotel room. This is the one Mister Stark got for him since he wanted to keep with the tradition of not sleeping next to the bride the night before the wedding."

You and Kate let out a tiny breath; one question off the list.

"Where's Peter, Ned?" You felt like this was an obvious question but you still felt the need to ask it.

"Oh I don't know." He fell back into his leakage.

You looked down at the floor, what were you going to do? And where was Peter?

A loud knock was heard on the front door.

"Yo, Pete!" Your recognized that voice of your father. You shivered as if you were getting in trouble as a kid. "Better get a move on, kid! I'm not the one getting married today! You are!"

What to do? What to do?!

"Um Peter will be up in a second, Dad! We're still trying to wake him up." You lied, you looked behind you to see Kate making a disappointed face at you. But you couldn't take back your lie.

"Tell him we need to put feet on the ground. MJ's not going to wait all day!" Then as quickly as he came, you could hear his shoes step away from the door and you knew you were in the clear.

Jeez, what happened last night?

The night started off so normal too.

You were sitting on Peter's bed and he was switching between ties nervously.

"Which one, seriously?" He turned to you but you could not be anymore uninterested.

"Who cares what I think? Choose whatever tie you want."

"You should. It's the tie you're going to have to sit next to all night."

You lit up immediately, grabbing the one beside you, throwing it across the room. "Well burn that orange monstrosity."

"Oh come on, Y/n. How are you a lesbian and hate the color orange?"

"Not every woman who likes women is a lesbian, douche-rag! But I don't know." You deflated. He kind of got you in a box. He couldn't help but chuckle before looking at you concerned and confused.

"Did you date me because I looked like a girl?"

"No. Actually, I broke up with you because you didn't. But who cares? You're getting married tomorrow!"

"Just—i'm worried. What if, in a few years, one of MJ's friends convince her that I look girly and that she should divorce me? I couldn't handle that. And neither will Luke and Leia, our future kids who will get separated in the divorce. They won't survive, Y/n!"

His voice was strained as he began biting his nails.

How had this nervous wreck created one of the best proposals ever seen, said so from Ned?

"Well MJ is smarter than that. One. And two, I'm friends with her and I promise I won't badmouth you." He let out a chuckle, the first one since you had gotten here.

He texted you and told you it was urgent.

Who knew urgent meant what he should wear tonight; tonight was his bachelor party.

"I don't know what I'm worried about. She wouldn't have said yes if she didn't mean it." You nodded.

"It's going to be fine, Parker!" You reassured him as you walked over to him, standing behind him in the mirror. "We're going to party very hard tonight and then tomorrow is going to be the greatest day of your life, okay?"

"I invited Kate," he muttered, his eyes closed as he didn't want to see the look on your face, he already knew what it looked like.

"MJ's about to be a widow."

You raised your hand to hit him as he flinched and ducked.

"We're not married yet! Don't hurt me! I'm just trying to help you!" He stood up slowly, causing you to put your hand down in anger, instead vying to cross your arms.

"You two like each other! I'm just removing a few obstacles, jeez!"

"Y/n? Y/n!"

You zapped back to the present, looking at Kate who was shouting down at you, she was now standing in front of you, suitcase dangling beside her.

"What are we going to do?! We don't know where Peter is! He's supposed to be getting married in a few hours."

So many questions.

And no answers came to your mind.

Your eyes began darting around the room, looking for something, anything to help you.

But there was nothing.

You glanced at the clock.

It was 12:45.

Peter was getting married at 4.

You had time.

"Ok, here's what we're going to do. We have at least 2 hours before Peter has to be at the altar. The location is only a few minutes away. That means we have to find him ourselves before my dad or MJ start freaking out, okay?" Everyone nodded, taking in what you said.

"So are we going to do in the meantime?" Kate wondered, not looking at you, more examining the weird case still attached to her wrist.

"This hotel has a dry cleaner, I know that for a fact. Our clothes should be down there. I'll take Pietro with me, we'll get our clothes and some coffee in his system. Kate, you see if you can get the case off your hand or the stain out the carpet."

You all nodded and you were gone, grabbing Pietro and going to the door.

"Um, it says here, Miss Stark, your dry cleaning was delivered to your room. No one was in there so they left it on the bed."

You and Pietro looked at each other in confusion. "No one? We just left the room and there were two people in it." You mentioned. The man behind the counter began typing violently.

"Nope, no one was seen when they dropped off your clothes."

You were beginning to make a timeline of events in your mind.

You remembered seeing Peter last night but he wasn't in the room with the rest of you.

You know you were in the room a few minutes ago.

But for some reason, it wasn't on the hotel's radar.

Now you were wondering even bigger; what the fuck happened last night?

"So many questions arise, all unanswered." Ned replied. You had relayed all the facts you had gotten from the man at the front desk and it didn't give anything helpful.

You tried to think, to keep everything in your mind clearly but it was kind of hard considering Ned's butt was in front of the fan; apparently that's how he was going to get the vodka out of his pants; it was not working in the slightest.

You looked around the room, maybe something would pop out and scream at you.

A wrapper.

You jumped out of your seat rapidly and flew over to the bed. Weirdly enough, it was wedged in between the bed and the floor. You fished it out with ease.

Why did it look so familiar?

"What's that?" Pietro wondered, taking a sip of his coffee, looking at you as if you were crazy.

But you didn't notice; your brain was calculating where you knew it from.

Lightbulb!

Your eyes went wide as you looked at your friends with urgency in your eyes.

"I know where to look next."

Running down the street Home Alone-style was not easy in a quinceañera dress, you were learning.

But you were determined for answers to your questions.

And your questions lead you to a place of absolute familiarity; Delmar's sandwich shop, a place you knew all too well considering it's one of Peter's favorite places. It made sense that's where you would get answers.

You pushed through the door and slammed the counter as if he owed you money. Mr. Delmar was immediately startled.

"Miss Stark, what are you doing here? The wedding is happening soon!" He stressed; he was aware of the schedule as well, he WAS invited.

"I understand that, Mister Delmar, believe me, I do. But I'm here because I think we came here last night." Your tone couldn't sound more unsure, you weren't absolutely confident of your words. But you hoped he could give you some type of certainty.

Luckily, he seemed to know what you were grabbing at.

"Yes, you did."

As Mr. Delmar recounted what he remembered from your visit to his shop last night, you could feel your memories returning.

Peter could tell how awkward things were between you and Kate were considering you hadn't said anything to her as she entered the limo that your dad bought you. Although your eyes hadn't left her once.

He didn't know how to bring you two together. He scooted closer to you and just gave you a look; a look you wished he would stop giving you. A look that just spoke 'tell me now, whatever it is'.

"Staring is rude. Why don't you talk to her?" He asked, trying to be subtle. Limos weren't exactly private places.

"What would I say to her, Pete? 'I think you're pretty, you should kiss my mouth?'"

"Yes, that's exactly what you should say to her."

You rolled your eyes, he couldn't be serious.

"I'm not joking, Y/n/n. It worked with MJ."

"But you and MJ were made for each other, America's favorite couple. I don't even know if Kate's gay."

*She was wearing a suit to the night's events.

"Something tells me she might be."

Your face crumpled as you looked at him incredulously. "Why should I listen to your gaydar? We dated for a year!" You whisper-shouted.

His face reflected yours. "Girl, we dated for a year! Why should I listen to you?!" You couldn't hide the giggle that spat from your mouth, he wasn't wrong.

"All I'm saying is that I might not be able to talk to her comfortably until I've had a few drinks and something to eat."

His eyebrow raised; Peter smelled something he could help with.

Just then, he leaned forward, grabbing two champagne glasses and a full bottle of champagne.

"One of those things I can help out with right now," he began as he was pouring you both a drink immediately. "The other thing?" He banged on the window, grabbing the driver's attention so he would roll the partition down.

"Take us to Delmar's please."

He nodded as your smile began to grow. You hated that he knew you so well.

"So Peter was with us when we got here." Sadly Ned was voicing the one thing that was bouncing off your head. But you dare not ask that question; you wouldn't get the answer that you want.

"Did we say anything about where we were going next, Mister Delmar?"

He shook his head, causing your panic to grow.

"Your mouths were full of sandwich. All I know is that you were yelling at the man driving you, unintelligible nonsense."

Driver? Dang, you forgot Happy was driving you all night. Maybe he had some answers!

"Thanks, Mr. Delmar, for your help. I'll see you at the wedding later." He nodded solemnly.

As you were slumping out of the store with a destination, you could hear briefly under Pietro's breath, "If there is a wedding."

You turned around immediately, stopping everyone from exiting.

"What if I just killed you right now? With my bare hands." You threatened, your face not matching your words.

His eyes squinted; he wasn't about to back down.

"How would that look? 'Daughter of famous tech tycoon kills boy from starving country.' Say goodbye to your poofy dresses, prinţesă." He fluffed your dress before running off at full speed.

"I hate him so bad." You jokingly said into the sky, your eyes fully closed.

"If it makes you feel better," your eyes opened to reveal Kate standing in front of you, struggling to hold her suitcase. "You are working that dress."

You knew she was only joking but it didn't stop the heat that fanned your cheeks.

But that wasn't important right now.

Finding Peter was.

So you both set off down the street, going where you knew you shouldn't.

The wedding venue.

Everyone's eyes were on you. It was fair, you were in a pink poofy dress, it was out of the norm. Especially at your best friend's wedding.

You found Happy immediately.

Luckily, he was doing what you expecting him to be doing; bothering Aunt May while she was helping.

"Hey, Happy. Do you think you can come over and answer this question?" You wondered, looking around, hoping no one was looking at you (everyone was).

"Where did the dress come fr-" You didn't give him time to finish, grabbing him and snatching him off to the side. He was going to take too long to get there anyway.

"Where did we go last night?!" You whispered, maybe gripping Happy a little too hard.

"The sandwich shop." He seemed a little nonchalant. You wondered if he would remain that way when he noticed Peter was missing.

"After!" Kate shoved, accidentally hitting him with the suitcase.

"Where did that suitcase come from?!" He rubbed the spot.

"That's what we want to know!" Kate shook with anticipation.

"Um, after the sandwich shop, you guys made me take you to a bachelorette party that was happening at a hotel close-by. I was confused but okay." He shortly explained; you felt it coming back.

You guys had a few more drinks in the limo and eventually you started losing it. But you weren't at the point where you felt like you could talk to Kate.

"Maybe if we had a better setting." You slurred to Peter as you were buying your sandwiches.

You didn't know how you got so drunk, it felt like you only had one drink. But you didn't count.

Suddenly, Pietro came slumping in, grabbing you and Peter by the shoulder so you could hear him better. "These bachelorette girls just invited us to their party. It's at a hotel down the street. Can we go?"

On a normal night, Peter was known to say 'no' to all Pietro's weird single activities—he invited Peter to a lot and he had to keep telling him he's engaged—but tonight for a reason that was not apparent to you yet, he said yes.

Pietro skipped up in glee, he was lucky you were drunk. Or else, you would made fun of him all night.

You gave your best friend a sideways glance, this was unlike him. But he just gave you a smirk. "Found your setting."

He grabbed your done sandwiches and your arm before running back to the limo.

"Being surrounded by all those drunk girls, you can try out your lines. Get out your jitters before you try going for the big leagues." Peter slurred. You wanted to blame it on the beer googles but he was making some type of sense. You had no problem talking to random girls, Kate was the thing you were scared of.

—

You found yourself being very comfortable with the bachelorette girls. It was very easy, they weren't looking for anything and neither were you.

You were just having fun. And drinking. A lot.

You had lost Peter and the others as you got into the party, you figured they were just having fun.

That was until Pietro found you, looking very frightened.

"What's up, P?" You wondered, mid drink. "I thought I was hitting on one of the bridesmaids. It was the bride and her soon-to-be husband wants to kill me. We have to go." He grabbed your hand and basically dragged you back to the group. Well Ned.

Ned was hanging out at the door, chatting up some girl when you came up to him, out of breath. While Pietro recounted what he said to you, you noticed something.

"Ned, where are Peter and Kate?"

"Forgetting their son and leaving him home alone?" He joked, making both boys let out a drunken giggle.

"No. Peter Parker and Kate Bishop." He shrugged.

"And that's all I know." Happy finished. "I lost you guys after that. New York is a big city." He seemed nonchalant as if the groom wasn't missing.

"But if Kate was with Peter and we have Kate with us, where's Peter?" Pietro inquired, already trying to get his hands on their finger foods.

"He's at the hotel." MJ came out of nowhere, smacking his hand before he could touch. You all froze, you didn't know how to finish having your conversation with her there. "He's not missing."

"Huh?" You, Pietro, and Kate all shouted at the same time, causing all the eyes to turn back to you.

"Peter? He's at your hotel." She also seemed a little too nonchalant but that was just MJ's aura. "How do you know this?" Kate said.

"Because you called me."

You all shared looks, hoping you all would just know the answer from just seeing one another.

"You called me crying, saying I was going to be a widow because you lost Peter. I had to explain to you that's not how that works. And we found him and Kate fighting a bunch of drag queens in front of a bank. They were robbing it." MJ explained, very deadpan.

"Is that a hate crime? That feels like a hate crime." Ned mentioned before he joined Pietro in his quest to grab the hors d'oeuvres.

"Wait. Is that where the suitcase came from?" MJ gave a nod. "It's full of cash. I called the cops but it's New York, there was a million muggings happening, people getting shot. So you decided to keep it. I don't know why you hand-cuffed it to yourself."

"In the hotel?" That was the part you were stuck on. "Where? We were in the room. He wasn't there."

"You lost Peter?!" You froze at the sound of his voice. You felt like you were in high school again. You turned around slowly to see your dad, seething. At least it wasn't May.

"Kind of. He wasn't in the room when we woke up."

He wanted to question the dress but it was last on the list.

"I don't know how not. I sent you guys up the elevator and I saw you go to the room." MJ seemed confused but now since she drew the lines, you could perfectly color in the picture of the rest of the night.

"We were kind of pissed you ended our night. So we left out the back stairway." You explained, your mouth a thin line. "And Peter didn't come with us. He wanted to go to bed. So he went in the room."

"Well what was the number of the room he went into?" Your dad was now playing detective with the rest of the group. Luckily you could see clearly now. "297, the room we woke up in."

Without any type of warning, you let out a loud gasp, catching everyone's attention.

"We were in the wrong room!"

That was all you said before you took off, out of the venue with everyone following after you.

"We were in 297. But I guess since we were drunk, the number got jumbled and Peter realized." You clarified as you trudged through the hotel hallway, holding the pink madness so you didn't trip.

"He went to the right room and we didn't notice because we were out of it."

You finally were in front of the room, now you all froze.

Something hung in between all of you and none of you wanted to say it out loud.

"What if he actually lost?" Well, Pietro wanted to say it.

"Shut up!"

Your hand paused before it scanned the key on the door. You bursted inside with hope but...

"He's not here."

You sunk. You were sure you were correct. You saw him come into this room. If he wasn't here, where in the hell in New York could Peter Parker be?

"Should we call his phone?" Pietro questioned, his phone already open and looking for Peter's contact.

"Wouldn't matter. Peter could sleep through a tornado. May had to drown him in order for him to get to the SAT." You noted, sitting on the bed in anguish.

But you were very lucky that Pietro didn't listen to you, for once. Because he clicked on Peter's contact and let it ring.

You were about to tell him it was useless, that you should return to your search because this could be Home Alone 2. But then you heard Peter's ringtone ring throughout the room; it was Pocketful of Sunshine.

"He's here!"

You all sprawled out, looking in every corner, hoping for the sound to grow louder. You searched under every blanket, each cushion, even in the bathroom.

You were about to give up, maybe he left his phone in here.

But then you reached for the closet. You weren't even looking.

Yet there Peter was, curled up in a ball, sleeping on his blazer. "Peter?" You gave him a shove, no movement. If he were any other person, you would have thought him to be dead.

You were about to get the bucket when MJ pushed through everyone to get to him. If anyone were to be able to wake him up, it would be his soon-to-be wife.

And she did, very easily.

"Where am I?" He wondered, letting a long overdue yawn.

"The closet." You answered.

"Not anymore." He joked, causing you all to let out a little giggle. At least you knew his humor was still intact.

"Why are you in the closet?"

His face crumpled and you feared the worst. "I thought it was the bathroom."

"Ewwww!"

The wedding ended up being a success.

You figured the bachelor party was a warning, a warning for MJ and Peter not to get married. But they were America's favorite couple, nothing would deter them from each other.

No drag queens robbing banks. Not getting lost. No bachelorette parties in hotels. Nothing stopped their wedding.

You saw Peter unsure last night, wondering if MJ was going to want to marry him, become a Parker. But now, as you looked him, there was no sense of uncertainty. Just love.

It was beautiful.

—

Pietro was finally enjoying the hors d'oeuvres while you sat across from him, enjoying a Capri-sun. No more drinking after last night.

You tried to not make eye contact, Pietro was swallowing the mini hot dogs like they were nothing. He was like a rabid dog.

But your attention was taken off him when Kate began walking up to you, eyes full of wonder. You had almost forgot you had a crush on her, today was pretty hectic.

And she was just pretty.

Your cheeks felt hot, your throat felt like it was about to close.

"Want to dance?" She put her hand out, pulling you up out of your seat. She guided you out to the dance floor where MJ and Peter were already.

Her hands fell onto your middle as you began to groove to the slow music playing. Her eyes fell on yours and you felt like your legs were going to turn into putty.

But you couldn't ignore the question that had been plaguing your mind since last night. So you decided to ask it.

"Why did you run off last night?"

Kate looked to you, perturbed. So you decided to explain further.

"At the bachelorette party, you and Peter disappeared. Why?" She suddenly deflated, you felt like you did something wrong. You almost wanted to take it back immediately and forget it entirely. But she spoke first.

"I got jealous. Of you and the bachelorette girls. I know it wasn't anything but I felt it. And Peter ran after me. Since I was drunk, I spilled my guts and he snitched on you." She grimaced.

Your eyes went wide.

"MJ's about to be a widow. For real this time."

You went to break away from her to go put Peter in the chokehold he so obviously wanted but Kate grabbed your wrist, pulling you back.

Without warning, her hand fell upon your neck, pulling you in for a nice chaste kiss.

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