#also yes tony is Very Clueless about what things peter wants to keep secret

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I didn’t see the fluf tag oops I’m Tired: Fluffy peterned: peter always gives flowers to ned every Saturday morning without fail.

i’m putting a twist on this: spider-man does it first! 

Ned doesn’t know who is dropping off flowers at first. But very Saturday morning, there are flowers. He wakes up at nine, and there are daffodils, or roses, or sunflowers. Sometimes even forget-me-nots. 

He’s even tried waking up earlier. He sacrificed sleep to get up at six in the morning. 

There they were, resting on his window sill. 

Ned smiles as he gets them, taking them inside carefully. 

His mother swats at him the first couple of times. 

“What if someone is trying to kill you, honey?” 

“Through sunflowers?” Ned asks, snorting. “Come on, mama. Who’s gonna kill me?” 

“Me, if you don’t hurry up and go get your cousins,” she teases. “Go! Now! And eat before you go!” 

Ned rushes out the door, looking back at the sunflowers. 

At least that’s happening. 

- 

There is probably the question of: How did Spider-Man find Ned Leeds? 

Well. 

There’s an answer for that. 

Peter Parker has been friends with Ned Leeds since sixth grade. 

He has had a crush on him since seventh grade.

Ned loves flowers. His fingers always drift towards flower petals, he’ll stop in his tracks to smell roses that some people plant. He always is wanting to carry home a new plant to take care of, although his older brother has banned it. (Something about “I cannot handle you grieving every single plant.”) 

And Peter’s kind of always dreamed about giving Ned flowers every Saturday. He was just usually broke. And too scared to confess as to why he’s not just a “really good friend for always buying flowers.” 

So when the internship came with actual pay and with the new suit Ned’s apartment room was slightly more accessible? 

Well...Peter was fine with getting up a bit early to get the best selections. 

- 

And then he oversleeps. Like an idiot. 

Ned usually sleeps until nine. Occasionally he’s up early either working on a LEGO model that Peter will no doubt see on Snapchat, or maybe even a couple of pictures texted, or Ned’s helping cook breakfast. 

(He’s such a good cook. When he made Peter an omelette he almost cried. Ned remembered that he liked onions in his omelettes.) 

But not this time. 

Oh no. 

Ned is looking at the sun coming up, and there’s Spider-Man swinging. With an undeniable bouquet of daisies and daffodils. 

“Um.” 

Ned’s eyes go wide. 

“Wait, it’s you who’s been leaving me flowers?!” 

“I can’t exactly deny that because there are no other windows near yours, so I’m going to tell you the truth and say yes,” Spider-Man says. 

(Peter is screaming. Karen will tell this to Friday, who will tell it to Mr. Stark ((with permission)). He’s so dead.) 

“Why?” Ned asks. “I mean, thank you. I just wanna know why.” 

“What, can’t give a cute guy flowers anymore?” Spidey asks. “Some world we live in.” 

Ned turns bright red. 

“Um, thank you? A lot. I, um, I--I like the flowers. A lot. How did you know these are my favorite?” 

Peter panics. 

“I just picked out ones I thought suited you best,” Peter finally answers. “You know, um, guesswork. Hypotheses. The Scientific Method. Anyways there’scrimegottagobye!” 

He swings away, and then realizes he still has the flowers in his fucking hand. 

So he has to swing back. 

This is decidedly worth it when Ned takes them in hand and waves goodbye. 

“Thank you Spidey! I’ll see you soon!” 

Spidey blows a kiss back. 

Ned, if possible, is redder. 

This is considered a success. 

“Peter, you do know that Sir reviews the footage, correct?” Karen asks. “At least, the footage that Friday marks as important.” 

“Karen I swear to god if you tell her I’m going to tweet that you’re a terrible AI who is trying to become the next Hal 9000.” 

“Would that be such a bad thing?” Karen teases. “But Friday already received the footage.” 

“Yeah, because you flirt with her,” Peter mumbles. 

“I--I do not.” 

He grins. 

Flustering an AI, in some respects, is one of the most flattering things you can do. 

- 

And then school starts. It’s a little bit rough, because Peter now has schoolwork and sometimes he and Ned have sleepovers on Fridays (and they did before, but Ned could sleep like the dead when they stayed up until three a.m. googling conspiracy theories about the Avengers) and Ned wakes up early because Peter usually leaves around ten or eleven. 

So there’s not a whole lot of time to get flowers. 

Ned has also told Peter, and Peter is trying very hard not to just reveal it all. He’s really bad at lying, but Ned tends to be a bit oblivious when Peter’s bad at lying. 

“Why do you think Spidey likes me?” Ned asks. They’re sleeping on the floor, in the middle of a blanket fort. Yes, there is a functional bed. No, they did not want to be boring. 

“Because you’re a wonderful person who deserves love and flowers, next,” Peter says. 

“You say that like you’re so sure,” Ned teases. 

Peter turns. Honestly, really looks at him. 

“I’m always sure when it comes to you, Ned. Always.” 

- 

Ned has caught feelings. 

This could be bad. 

MJ tells him he’ll be fine. 

But MJ also thinks that reading solves any problem she has. 

“Dehydration?” 

“Who needs water. That’s for fools.” 

“MJ we need to discuss your self-care methods.” 

“We will discuss that at a to-be-determined date, right now we need to talk about how you managed to have a crush on two people at the same time.” 

“Just because the only crushing you do is spirits, doesn’t mean it’s impossible,” Ned says, poking out his tongue. 

MJ laughs. 

“Funny. I’m using that. Anyways, I’d say we need to figure out who Spidey is behind the mask.” 

“We do not need to do that. I’m not going to uncover a superhero just because he gives me flowers.” 

- 

As it turns out, Ned doesn’t have to. 

Tony had assumed that Peter had told Ned. After all, they’ve been best friends for years, and he knows that Peter has a crush on him. He will not shut up about him. Or the flowers. 

So when Ned gets involved to tour the lab spaces and get a look into cybersecurity, Tony just point-blank asks him. 

“How do you like the flowers that Peter gets you?” 

Ned blinks. 

“What.” 

“Mr. Stark--” 

Tony blinks. 

“I was. Not supposed to say that. Sorry Ned, I thought you knew that he was Underoos.” 

“What.” 

Peter panics. Again. 

“He did not know that.” 

“Oh. Then I guess you two have some talking? I am going to--Friday, come up with an excuse for me.” 

“Boss is getting lunch,” Friday says smoothly. “He will not be bothering you for upwards of an hour.” 

Ned looks at Peter. 

“You know, you could’ve just given them to me.” 

“I know,” Peter says. “Except, um, I did not know that. I didn’t think that you would like me like that.” 

Ned looks at him incredulously. 

“You think I wouldn’t like you? Have you seen you?” 

“Have you seen you?” Peter counters. “You have the best smile in existence and you’re so funny and good at talking and you look good in hats!” 

Ned is stunned. 

He didn’t think Peter noticed he looked good in hats. 

(He is also just realizing now that he doesn’t have to choose between his two crushes.) 

“Look, if you don’t want me to drop flowers anymore or if you think this is awkward I can leave you alone, I’m sorry if I made it weird--” 

“You didn’t,” Ned says. “I, um. I really like your flowers. Sometimes they were the only thing that kept me going that week. And you knew my favorites! That’s...wow. That’s amazing.” 

“I always remember important things, you know that,” Peter mumbles. 

Ned grins, bringing Peter in for a hug. 

“How about instead of you dropping by with flowers on Saturday, you drop by for breakfast somewhere? My treat.” 

Peter grins. 

- 

MJ says that that Saturday is the start of enough pictures to fill eighty scrapbooks. 

They don’t mind. 

Ned even starts pressing the flowers that Peter hand delivers now. Ned greets him with a good morning kiss before the day starts for Spidey. 

It’s good. 

(What’s not good is when Ned and Peter have to have the Avenger Family Dinner and discuss their Dating Life.) 

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Still the same man

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warning: angst, rejection, and just more angst

Summary: Bucky Barnes x (Romanoff) reader. (AU where the end of civil war never happens and Bucky came back with Steve) Bucky is settling in and trying to distance himself from the winter soldier. But when he finds a woman that makes him feel something he tries to ask her out but he is confused as to why this woman hates him with a passion. ( y/n was tortured by the soldier for days and was beaten half to death by him. She still suffers nightmares of him) ( y/n is Natasha’s little sister) (Codename- red sparrow). Will bucky be able to forgive himself once he learns what he has done will he ever be able to separate himself from the soldier. Will he be able to live with seeing the aftermath of his handiwork 

Note: This is not a series and never will be

He was in the far back corner of the room by the window with a book in his hand, he was still on page one an hour later. In front of him sitting on the couch was (Y/n) and Peter she was helping him with a school history project. Steve was nowhere to be found and Bucky wasn’t reliable with the gaps in his memory and (Y/n) was a history nerd and loved arts and crafts so she was happy to help. (Y/n) was a sweet person with a kind heart always offering a helping hand to anyone and everyone, Everyone but Bucky. 

For some reason (y/n) didn’t like Bucky and took it upon herself to avoid him at all cost.

At first, he thought she was scared of him he tried to came himself seem kinder, nicer, less of a threat. It wasn’ t until Natasha said something that he realized she wasn’t scared of him she just downright hated him. She hated his very existence and everyone knew this but no one said anything to him and they refused to tell him why she hated him. He was just running around clueless falling for a girl who wished he’d take his final breath already.

Not begin able to get to close to her without pissing her off Bucky took to watching her from afar. Watching her help Peter treating him like a little brother helping when he needed it and teasing him when every she could. Her tease Rhodey in the most little and adorable ways. Seeing her smile as she and Wanda exchanged secrets in their minds. Betting on her constant competitions with Clint and Sam. Teaching Vision human things and stocking the pantries with Thor’s snacks. Irritating Steve and Tony into headaches. Actually understanding everything Bruce talks about. And successfully shaming and guilt-tripping Natasha with her infamous pout. She seemed to get along with everyone but him.

-

Bucky was only half paying attention as Steve explained what the next mission was Sam and Bucky assignment and (y/n) was just suddenly added on. Everyone else was out of the game as they had all come back from separate missions and needing a few nights rest, or a few months in Bruce’s case he looked like a wreck. He didn’t understand why (y/n) was here she and Bucky never did missions together unless the whole team was involved.

“Sam, (y/n)”

“What about me?” Bucky asked.

“You’ll sit this one out. You’ll be back up if necessary. You guys get going.”

“What?!” Steve quickly left the room trying his best to get away from Bucky or at least create some distance between them and the others for when this pops off. “ STEVE”

“Bucky”

“Why am I being left behind? I’m capable I can work, what’s up?”

“ (Y/n) is more suited for this mission. She’ll get it done faster and better.”

“Wouldn’t have both of us on the team be better than just one.”

“Bucky”

“No I don’t understand I know she is avoiding me but why is everyone trying so hard to keep her away from me? What did I do to her that has all you ready to jump up as a barrier. I don’t understand and I’m tired of tiptoeing around it. You know how I feel about her and you know how hard I’m trying. Tell me something” Steve sighed heavily honestly it wasn’t his place to speak.

“Natasha. If you want to know what’s up with (Y/n) talk to Natasha. She won’t give you everything but she’ll give you enough for you to understand.”

Bucky Glared at his best friend as he walked away. Even his best friend was against him even though he knew how he felt about (y/n). This just wasn’t fair.

Bucky wasn’t a complete douche bag so he waited for a full day before approaching Natasha looking for answers.

Bucky found Natasha in the kitchen making lunch for herself as she hummed a tune to herself and smiling. Bucky pulled up a seat at the counter in front of her slowly she eyed him as he took his seat.

“What can I do for you Barnes?” straight to the topic he liked that.

“(Y/n), your sister, she doesn’t like me. I’ve been trying to find out why but no one will tell me and she won’t give me the time of day. Maybe you know something, you can tell me something, I like your sister and-”

“You shouldn’t,” she said her smile fading “ It’s just a waste of time you should stop and find someone else.”

“What have I done? She is good and kind to everyone but me. She hates me, Why?”

“It’s not that you don’t know it’s you don’t remember and she does. She doesn’t hate you she’s terrified of you... You might have changed but you still share the same face as the Soldier and she can’t get over that.”  Natasha said as she glared down at the sandwich she made. She was no longer hungry her appetite was gone. She put the sandwich in the refrigerator, maybe it would return later. She was angry she decided going to the gym would help despite her still-healing injuries.

“What did he- What did I do?” 

“It’s not my story to tell. But honestly, you should stop trying to force some type of relationship on to her she’s been hurt enough.”

-

Bucky really took Natasha’s word to heart. He began to create a distance he assumed (y/n) needed or liked and kept everything as professional as he could at the distance he created. Everyone noticed the distance he created. It wasn’t like he isolated himself but he did somewhat schedule his time with others making sure whenever he was around (Y/n) wasn’t and if she was there were a great distance and several people between them. Although they didn’t say anything they were happy with this new development and to have more time with (y/n). (Y/n) was also grateful but couldn’t bring herself to approach him for thanks.

-

Bucky had just returned from a two weeks long mission he was completely exhausted and beat down he planned to take a shower and go straight to bed but sleep would not come. With his hair in a messy wet bun, he shuffled his way to the kitchen thinking a cup of tea might help. Stepping out of the elevator he heard voices, he assumed everyone was asleep, going around the corner he finds that the tv is still on and someone is on the couch. Looking forward he finds (Y/n) curled up on the couch with one of Natasha’s thick fluffy blankets draped over her. He decides to ignore her to let her sleep rather than disturb her.

He was about to walk away but (y/n) started to squirm and whimper in her sleep and a few seconds later she was full-on sobbing in her sleep. Bucky thought about calling someone else to come help her but he didn’t want to wake anyone up and she looked like she needed help now. Sighing heavily he walked over towards her and began shaking her gently.

“wake up, wake up, (y/n) wake up” 

(Y/n) suddenly opens her eyes gasping for air once she sees Bucky kneeling in front of her she screams and crawls away from him. Bucky throws his hands up in surrender and backs up.

“I’m...” Bucky gasp as he eyes trails down to her legs and arms which were visible due to her short and tank top. (Y/n) has never worn shorts or short shelves in front of the team ever and now he knew why. She noticed his staring when she realizes what he was staring at she quickly covers herself. “ That was me, right?”

“...yes” she whispers as tears start streaming down her face

“When? Why? how?”

“My sister was in the Red Room Program I was part of a branch Program Red Sparrows we worked closer to home we started out younger too. When Natasha escaped she came and got me but a little while later they came and dragged me back. I had to be punished for leaving and becoming a traitor. They had you punish me. They figured I was close to You because Natasha was but I wasn’t. I didn’t know you .”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry” Bucky falls to his knees in front of the coffee table and puts his hands together as if he was praising as he continued to apologizes and cry. (Y/n) stands up wrapping the blanket around herself but the image of her scared skin is already imprinted in his mind.

“I know you are. But it doesn’t make the scars, nightmares, and trauma go away. Sorry Doesn’t fix everything and it definitely can’t fix this” She walks past him the blanket brushing over his shoulder. She stops in front of the elevator and speaks but doesn’t look back. Bucky is quietly crying on the floor.

“It’s not you, it’s your face..if that makes sense.”

He listens as the elevator doors close leaving him alone again. The light of the tv cast shadows on his skin. He looks down at his hands his left hand a brand new hand-fashioned by the scientists of Wakanda and from the brilliant mind of Shuri. It was fresh it was new it had done no wrong. Then his right hand, his right hand still here and just as stained as his left once was but he couldn’t change that. It didn’t matter if he changed his arm, the side he was fighting for, or his name at the end of the day in the eyes of those he hurt he was still the same man. And he couldn’t change that ever.

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Gotta Secret, Can You Keep It? (Peter Parker X Reader)

Summary: A few weeks have passed since your almost kiss with Peter Parker, and it’s all the two of you can think about and all the Avengers tease you about. Tonight, you are visited by an injured Spider-Man in need of your help, which you gladly give to him with no hesitation, and you’re surprised to feel a spark between the two of you that confuses your heart even more. The next night you make a few discoveries and uncover a secret. But when you confront the person after an Avengers pool party, what will happen next?

Author’s Note: Okay, okay, I’ve been waiting to write this part for awhile and I’m so EXCITED for you to read it, I had so much fun writing it. Just trying to cure my IW depression, you all get it. P.S I LOVE TOM’S HAIR IN INFINITY WAR LIKE OMG So as always, enjoy!! AND THE LYRIC AS THE TITLE IS SECRET BY THE PIERCES I’M ALSO SORRY IT’S SO LONG BUT READ IT IT’S WORTH IT!! AND WHEN YOU SEE THIS (*) IMAGINE THIS:

If you guys like it, let me know and I may do another part... ;)

Warnings: So much fluff, SO MUCH, a bit of angst and there’s some blood, alcohol, Tony being a dad AGAIN, Wanda being a supportive, amazing, and helpful big sister, and... DUN DUN DUN!!!!!............. heavy makeout ;)

FC: Elle Fanning

“An Avengers pool party? Tomorrow night?” you repeat, leaning your back against the front of the couch, Wanda gently pulling your long hair back into a braid, being sure not to tug too roughly because she knows your tender-headed.

“You know Tony, (y/n), he’s always finding an excuse to through a party, no matter the occasion,” she says. “When you have as much money as he does...”

“You put it into a savings account, gain interest, and invest in successful stocks and companies. That way you stay rich,” Tony appears in the room, taking one of your chips from the bowl on the table in front of you two, making you chuckle. “Having a wealthy family works too.”

“And throwing extravagant parties every chance you get is somehow apart of that?” Wanda looks up at Tony who narrows his eyes at her, chomping down on his potato chip.

“You can’t truly call yourself a Stark if you don’t, wicked witch of the west,” he cocks an eyebrow, walking out of the room and Wanda scoffs at the nickname while you bite back a laugh.

“I think I like that nickname...” you say quietly, smirking to yourself. 

“You wouldn’t dare,” she looks over you, her long, deep red hair falling over your face, you smile and blow it out of the way.

“I’ll get you, my pretty, and you’re little dog, too,” you quote with a laugh and she tugs hard on your hair, purposefully, as she finishes it off. You yell ‘ow’ and whip your head around to glare at her.

“Watch that big mouth, (y/n), I have all the power here,” she smiles smugly, tying off your hair in a small, blue ribbon.

“You wish,” you snort, pulling your hair over your shoulder and playing with the pretty ribbon, admiring the plait in your hair. “But my hair does look nice.”

“It does, so maybe you should start being nice to your big sister then, hm?” she raises an eyebrows to you when you turn around to look at her, grinning at each other. “It’s no wonder why Peter Parker likes my pretty little sister.”

You roll your eyes, turning away and blushing hard, “He does... he does not. Peter...” you shake your head.  “No, he doesn’t.”

“You know... that American movie with that woman, who was it... Alicia Silverstone and that.. uh, Paul Rudd with the parties and makeovers?” she asks you, twirling a strand of your hair that’s fallen out of the braid around her slender finger.

“Clueless?”

“Yes! That’s you!” she smiles.

You laugh flatly, “Very funny.”

“It is funny,” she agrees, not hinting at the sarcasm in your voice and nodding her head, unable to keep herself from laughing.

“What’s funny?” Natasha asks, sitting down on the couch on Wanda’s right, while you lay down on the floor, looking up at both of them with your limps splayed out, making carpet angels.

“How much Peter likes (y/n)...” Wanda smirks.

Natasha nods in agreement, lightly kicking your side, “I could cut that tension with a knife, girlie. Please tell me you notice it too.”

“Oh, you mean how much Peter likes (y/n)? That boy is smitten...” Clint walks in the room, chuckling to himself, pizza in hand. Where the hell did he get pizza?

At this point you’re as bright red as a ripe tomato, blushing every shade of scarlet, wishing the ground would split open and swallow you whole. 

“Jesus Christ, you guys,” you hold your burning face in your hands, laughing but it comes out a lot more nervous and shaky than you intended.

Natasha leans over the couch and peels your hands away from your face, looking you in the eye, raising both of her perfectly arched brows, saying very sincerely, “(Y/N)... I am telling you this as your friend... that Peter Benjamin Parker has got it bad for you, (y/n) (y/m/n) Maximoff.”

“You just said my middle name,” you point out.

She nods, “I did.”

You groan, “That must mean you’re being serious.”

“Damn straight.”

“But he can’t like... me?” you look up at your sister and Natasha. “Can he?”

“Didn’t you two almost kiss a few weeks ago?” Wanda leans forward, chin resting in her hands, smirking.

“Oh my God,” Natasha leans back into the couch, gaping at you. “You two almost kissed and you’re still questioning whether or not this boy likes you?”

“I mean...” you look down at your fiddling hands, intertwining your fingers together and smiling sheepishly up at her. “Purely hypothetical... if I said yes to that... what would you say?”

“I wouldn’t say anything, I’d hit you upside the head,” Natasha looks at you.

Wanda mouths a quick and unnoticeable ‘RUN’ to you, hiking her thumb in the direction to your room. 

~~~

TAP, TAP, TAP!

You shoot up from your bed at the sound, out of breath and startled from the sudden noise. You look around your room and see no one else but the one and only, Spider-Man, knocking on your window. The sight is so shocking you have to blink rapidly and pinch yourself hard in the arm to make sure you’re not still dreaming and truly awake.

When you definitely feel the pinch, and wince slightly, you run over to pull the window up.

“Spider-Man,” your voice is hoarse, thick with sleep and eyes half-lidded, a lazy smile on your lips from seeing your old friend. “What are you doing here?” you yawn.

“I’m... I’m really sorry to wake you, (y/n),” he says, voice strained and he’s clutching his side, a pained expression you can see even through his mask. “And I know it’s late, but I could really use your help with something.”

Before you can think better of it, you nod, and help him inside. He removes his hand from his waist and you watch as blood is slowly pooling on his side, staining his suit. You heart races, fuck, you’ve never done this before, cleaning and patching up someone’s wound. Maybe you’ve done this to yourself when you lived on the streets with Wanda and Pietro, but it was never extensive and like this. Why did he come to you of all people? You’re sure he has friends.

“Uh...” you bite down on your lip, nervous sweat beading on your forehead. “Okay, okay... first, you’re going to need to unzip your suit, keep on the mask if you want, and... I’ll- I’ll be right back with first aid.”

He nods and sits down on your desk chair, while you sprint out of the room, barely thinking about what you’re doing when everything feels like it’s moving 1000 mph around you. You get back to the room, gulping down the lump beginning to slowly form in your throat, practically having to shield your eyes to prevent you from staring at his muscular and fit physique. 

How can a situation be such a nightmare but also such a dream at the same time?

You kneel down in front of him, licking your dry lips and chewing on your bottom one, your own nervous habit. You can’t tell if he’s watching your hands or your face, but you feel his breathing shallow when you press a piece of gauze to his bleeding cut, soaking up the blood before cleaning it with a disinfectant.

And, God, now your hands are shaking. You struggle to grab the band-aids, knocking over the first-aid kit and having to pick it all up from the floor, muttering your apologies over and over.

He takes your hand in his warm one, both of you intertwining your fingers together like it was the most normal thing in the world, your eyes flicking up to meet his artificial, tech ones. “Please don’t say you’re sorry... I’m the one that’s burdened you with this. So I’m the one that should be apologizing.”

You shake your head, “You were bleeding out and came to the first place you saw, I completely understand that. It’s your life on the line, and I’m being... being a nervous mess. I should be calm, I should-”

“You’re doing really well, (y/n),” he cuts you off to assure you and you smile weakly.

You laugh, looking up at him for a moment before getting back to patching up the cut, “You’re a terrible liar, but thank you... The cut is a bit deep, but not deep enough for stitches, you’ll be okay.”

He lets out a sigh of relief once you you finish putting the bandage on, laying back on the floor like you’re falling from an intense adrenaline rush, letting out the longest breath of air you think you’ve ever exhaled.

“I can’t thank you enough, (y/n),” he breathes out and you hear the relieved smile in his voice.

You sit up and look at him, your eyes drooping from need of sleep, but you’re smiling, “Just promise me you won’t get hurt like this again and we’ll call it even, okay?”

“I can’t promise that,” he chuckles nervously, the sound eerily familiar, but you shake off the thought. “Not with the people I have to fight everyday.”

“You can be more careful,” you say. “It’s amazing... what you do, everyday, but you still need to be aware of what it does to you. I’m sure there are plenty of people in your life that count on you coming home everyday. If you don’t want to do it for yourself, do it for them. Promise me.”

You raise your pinky to him and cock an eyebrow, waiting for him to hook his around yours.

“Really?” he asks.

“Really,” you deadpan.

“But-”

“No but’s, Spider-Boy. Pinky promise me,” you say, moving your pinky closer to his hand. Then he gives in and nods, hooking it around yours, electricity shooting through the both of you at the contact. You then wait for him to zip up his suit and get situated before helping him up along with you.

“You should probably leave now... Tony Stark is... overprotective...” you trail off. Or at least that’s one word for it...

He looks at you for a moment, lifting up his mask half way to show only the tip of his nose and a pair of pretty, pink lips. Everything about him is so damn inviting and... terribly familiar. Then it happens, it’s so quick, you barely have time to react as he leans forward and presses a small but sweet kiss to your cheek, leaving a tingling feeling on your skin even after he pulls away. His lips were so soft, really freaking soft, causing heat to pool into the pit of your stomach.

He smiles at you before pulling his mask down again and swinging out of the window, off into the night, one thought on your mind the rest of the time you tried to fall back asleep.

Spider-Man just kissed me.

~~~

“Spider-Man...” Wanda says hesitantly, nursing her Mai-Tai made by Banner who’s manning the Tiki bar. “Kissed you?” she repeats.

“After I patched his injury up, yes,” you say, sipping on your own virgin Mai-Tai, still bashful from what happened last night, and still not sure if you just imagined the whole thing. The only thing proving otherwise being the feeling of his incredibly soft lips on your skin.

It had to be real. But it also confuses you, what you feel with Peter is real too, but when you start to think harder about it... you see that the feelings for both of them are a lot of the same.

“Wow,” Wanda smirks at you over the rim of her drink, rolling her eyes. “Two boys tripping over their own feet for you. How romantic.”

“It was a friendly kiss,” you say, hoping it to be true at least, thinking that maybe if you say it enough that it will come true. You can’t develop feelings for Spider-Man, not for two boys at once, it wouldn’t possibly work out for anyone in the end if you did.

“I’m sure he wanted to get real friendly with you...” her smirk widens, making your jaw drop at your sister’s innuendo, slapping her in the arm.

“You... bitch!” 

“Witch, you mean,” she corrects. She’s had more than a few Mai-Tai’s in the last hour or so.

“I see you’re embracing the new name,” Tony says, appearing out of nowhere, wrapping his arm around her, squeezing her shoulder. “It seems we’ve gotten to her, (y/n).”

“It seems we have,” you agree, downing the rest of your dink, setting the glass down on one of the glass, patio tables. “Why are you throwing this party again, anyway?”

“You all deserved a break,” he shrugs, looking at Wanda skeptically when she sways drunkenly side to side to the song playing over the speakers. “A pool party is a way to both cool off and have some fun. So enjoy yourself and stop asking questions, Curious George.”

“Do you ever call anyone by their actual name?” you laugh, waving at a far-off Natasha and Clint.

“What’s the fun in doing that?” he looks at you like you offended him before patting you affectionately on the back. “You’ll also be happy to know that Peter will be here in ten minutes...”

“Why would I be happy to know that?”

He looks at you with a flat expression, “You know why, Cher Horowitz.”

You blush and he smiles when he sees he has his answer, walking away from you and Wanda to be a good host to the other guests, welcoming the other members that have just now arrived.

“Then it’s a good thing you wore my swimsuit, huh?” Wanda asks, finishing off her drink and doing a ‘gimme, gimme’ gesture with her hand to Bruce who hands her another while shaking his head. 

You look down at the small, scarlet red bikini with gold accents your sister’s let you borrow, showing off most of your body but also highlighting all your assets as Natasha would say, the bottoms hanging low on your lean hips so you’ve wrapped a loose, patterned cover-up over yourself until you get into the water.

“I guess it is...” you blush, chewing on the inside of your lip. “But I’ll never wear it as well as you,” you tease.

“Good answer,” she points her drink at you. “Very good answer, but you also wear it well, I have to admit. But don’t tell anyone I did,” she puts a finger to her lips and sh’s loudly.

“You’re hammered,” you laugh, taking the drink from her. “I’m cutting you off,” you grin proudly before smacking into someone’s hard chest, their hands catching you by resting on your arms, steadying you.

“Oh! (Y/N), are you okay?” Peter asks, looking down at you, and holy crap, he looks good. Really good.

“Yeah...” you breathe a laugh, setting down Wanda’s drink which she quickly grabs again before tucking a piece of your wavy hair due to the braid from last night behind your ear, blushing like it’s the only thing you remember how to do. “I’m- I’m okay. I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going and I just...” you trail off, trying to find words, but a small laugh comes out instead as you’re completely awestruck by him. His quaffed, brown hair, ivory skin slightly more olive from being in the sun these last few weeks, and fit to the gods.

He furrows his brow before catching sight of what you’re wearing or lack thereof, his eyes widening and he meets your eyes, embarrassed, smiling at you the sweetest you’ve ever seen, “You look... wow. J-just wow. You’re fucking beautiful,” he says before he can think better of it and you’re blushing so brightly you swear that everyone at the party is looking at you now.

You laugh, “Thank you, you look really good too,” you say, meeting his blushing face again with a big smile. “I’ve missed you.”

“You have?” he furrows his brow.

“Of course I have,” you say in a ‘duh’ tone. “You’ve been busy, I know that, but... I really did miss you being here,” you smile softly.

Dimples. “I’ve missed you too.”

“Good because it would be awkward if you didn’t,” you tease.

He laughs, “I could never not miss you, (y/n), you’re too unforgettable to let that happen.”

“Likewise,” you say breathlessly, you tend to get like that when you’re with him, out of breath just from being around him.

You look over to see Natasha looking at the two of you, making a heart with both of her hands over the two of you, and Clint pretending to shoot a Cupid’s arrow. 

“Have they been doing this to you too?” Peter asks you.

You sigh, “All the time.”

“I thought it was just me,” he says coolly, but his blush betrays his words, both of you are nervous wrecks right now.

“I think they’re trying to tell us something...” you say with an amused lilt weaved into your voice, looking at Peter from the corner of your eye.

“I didn’t know the Avengers were matchmakers.”

You laugh, “I think we’re just lucky enough to bring it out in them,” you say and look him over, eyes catching a... bandage on his side.

“Holy shit...” you mutter (*), your eyes wide when you point at him, jaw practically dropped onto the floor. 

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!

Peter brow pinches in confusion, looking to where your eyes lay and looking back up at you after putting two and two together, “(Y/N)... calm down...” he says, but your heart is racing and you can barely hear him.

“I knew it! I fucking knew it! You’re f-” You didn’t know it, but everything is finally fitting into place and making so much sense that you have to curse yourself for being stupid enough not to figure it out a lot sooner. You want to push him into the pool for not telling you, you want to hug him for getting hurt, you want to thank him for saving people everyday, and you want to kiss him because you just might be in love with him! Or would it be possible to do all four of those things?

He holds a hand over your mouth and his lips are on your ear, whispering, “(Y/N), I will explain everything if you just calm down. Let’s go somewhere that we can talk, okay?”

You nod slowly and allow him to drag you away to go inside without anyone noticing, getting indoors and immediately glaring at him.

“I am feeling so many things right now,” you fold your arms over your chest, looking at him like you’re truly seeing him for the first time. “Why... wouldn’t you tell me? Why aren’t you an Avenger? And why’d you kiss me in a mask instead of doing it face to face with me?” you throw your hands up in frustration.

“I didn’t tell you because I have enemies and if those enemies were to find out about you or who I am, then... I can’t even think about the consequences. I can handle a few bumps and bruises, but not if anything happened to you...” he admits, looking at you through his thick, dark lashes, the anger slowly simmering in your belly. 

“Ask Mr. Stark why I’m not an Avenger, hopefully it will be soon, but until then, my identity was supposed to be kept a secret,” he looks at you and smiles softly. “I just... I couldn’t stay away from you, I guess.”

“And the kiss?” you ask, breath caught in your throat when he steps closer to you, your back pressed against the wall. His leathery and salt water scent fills all of your senses and you can barely think because he smells so damn good and the way he’s looking at you... 

“I think you know why, (y/n).”

“You think I would,” you say, eyes searching his face. “You think I’d know by now to tell you how crazy I am about you because it’s... driving me nuts, looking at you everyday, talking to you like I’m not secretly falling in love with you,” you say, his gaze softening along with his smile when you say those last words. Then you laugh, looking down at your feet and shuffling them against the granite, tile floor, “And really wanting to kiss you, it’s almost unhealthy... how much I want to...” you whisper this last part, looking him in the eye.

“I really want to kiss you, too,” he gulps, eyes falling onto your slightly parted lips, silently begging for him to close the distance. 

“Glad we’re on the same page then.”

“Yeah...” he smiles adoringly at you and blinks hard, making sure he isn’t dreaming. You can’t possibly... feel the same way. Could you?

Oh, fuck it, you think to yourself.

You step up on the tips of your toes and press a soft, tender kiss against his lips, everything in your body melting into a puddle when he inhales sharply, barely recognizing you’re doing it even after you pull away, looking at him through your fluttering lashes.

He looks at you for a moment, and for once in his life he’s absolutely speechless, then his hand slides up the back of your neck and captures your lips in his own. And in that exact moment, you could feel your broken heart begin to fix itself as he hands his own heart  to you through his kiss, completely vulnerable for you. His lips are so plush, warm, and soft, the match in the pit of your stomach engulfing your entire body into flames when he gently lays his fingers to rest on your waist, dancing on your hot skin and eliciting a small whimper to escape your swollen lips. You have no idea what to do, and neither does he, but somehow it works. Even when your noses bump as you wrap your arms firmly around his neck so you’re skin to skin to run a hand through his impossibly, gorgeous hair or when your teeth clash into the kiss or when you have no idea whether to keep your eyes open or closed, your heart is getting those butterflies again and it’s the best damn feeling in the world because you’re kissing Peter Parker. 

You’re the first to break away due to lack of oxygen, arms still wrapped around each other when you take in Peter’s messy hair that you repeatedly ran your hands through, his swollen, bright, pink lips, lust-blown eyes, and lopsided grin. 

“That... that was my first kiss,” you admit quietly, flushing with embarrassment, but he only smiles.

“Mine too,” he whispers. “But you were... you’re amazing,” he stumbles over his words, laughing softly. “And I’ve been wanting to do that for months.”

“You have no idea,” you grin and shake your head, hearing shouting, whoops and hollers, and laughter from outside, both of you just now realizing that the door you’ve been pressed against was made of glass this whole time.

“WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!” Clint sings and pumps his fist, knocking his beer against Tony’s Champagne flute, both of them grinning to themselves. 

Wanda’s drunkenly sobbing into Natasha’s chest because you’re growing up so fast, making you smile softly at the sight, but also stifle a laugh.

You blush harshly when you look at Peter, “We’re never going to hear the end of this, are we?”

“No,” he says, leaning forward to kiss the tip of your nose lightly and both of your closed eyelids. “But we can handle them,” he smiles.