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[asherashedwings]

This is how the first Avengers went, right?

[oppoison-art]

A little 6Ships+1 challenge I gave myself over the last few weeks, I want to expand what I draw these days and this seemed a good place to start!

[avengerscompound]

Tony Stark and his Blueberries The Avengers

[weirdlookindog]

Spider Baby (1967) dir. Jack Hill

Jill Banner as Virginia

[cece693]

Personal Bodyguard

pairing: tony stark x male reader tags: you can't tell me Tony isn't bi or at least experimented in his youth, you become his personal bodyguard after the cave fiasco and iron man revelation, enemies-to-friends-to lovers, Tony really needs a hug, reader is set to become his friend (and more), military background

You’re used to working in tense environments. The military taught you that complacency is death and that vigilance is survival. You’ve seen your fair share of conflict, learned to read people and situations at a glance. That’s probably why Pepper Potts sought you out after Tony Stark’s dramatic return from Afghanistan. She looked you up and down with calculating eyes, recognized a bit of herself in your “don’t mess with me” attitude, and decided on the spot—you were the best candidate to protect Tony Stark from himself, and from the new, dangerous world he was plunging into.

Tony’s penthouse overlooks the Malibu coastline, the sun reflecting off the ocean waves and onto polished floors. There he stands—fresh from the workshop, grease on his tank top and that lopsided grin that only half-masks the shadows under his eyes. He spots you, sizes you up, and crosses his arms. “Pep, this is the solution you found?” Tony gestures at you dismissively. “A glorified babysitter?”

Pepper forces a polite smile. “A bodyguard, Tony.” You don’t rise to his bait. The best reaction here is none at all—just a stony expression. Let him get it out of his system. He cocks an eyebrow at your silence, clearly expecting some snark in return.

“Fine,” he says, turning on his heel. “Follow me. Or don’t. Whatever." Pepper shakes her head apologetically as she goes to leave. Before she goes, she places a hand on your shoulder, giving you an unspoken good luck. You already know you’ll need it.

Tony tries his best to make your life difficult. He’ll disappear from his home at odd hours, use his snark to try and aggravate you, or do something reckless like attempt a suit flight test above the Malibu cliffs. However, you're never that far behind and your patience is endless. One night, he’s just touched down too hard in the Mark II, crashing through his garage and damaging several of his expensive cars. You rush in, weapon at the ready, scanning for threats.

“Relax,” Tony says, struggling to peel off the broken armor. “It’s just me doing some, uh, routine test improvements.” You exhale slowly, then calmly dismantle your sidearm. No threats—except the one Tony poses to himself.

“You know,” you say eventually, picking up a piece of the shattered gauntlet, “if you keep messing around with these half-finished upgrades, eventually I won’t just be your bodyguard. I’ll be the one scraping you off the ground.”

Tony stares at you, momentarily struck by the genuine concern in your voice, before clearing his throat. “Point taken,” he mutters, but for the first time, he seems less antagonistic—and almost thankful.

The slow thaw between you and Tony continues. He starts sharing details of the Iron Man suit, half to show off and half because he’s realized you’re more at ease when you know everything that’s going on. You learn that behind the smug exterior, Tony is propelled by guilt, determination, and a heart that aches to do genuine good. And for your part, despite your initial refusal to get personally involved, you find yourself caring about him—protecting him matters, but so does understanding him.

Late nights often find the two of you in the workshop. Tony’s hyper-focused on some new repulser tech while you stand guard, occasionally offering your own insight to whatever he was working on. You’d never guess Tony would be the type to listen, but he does, especially when your suggestions keep him from blowing up half the lab. He’ll acknowledge your tips with a half-smile, or a nod that says more than words.

Pepper noticed the shift. She’d smile at you in passing, relief evident in her eyes. She once patted your shoulder and said, “You’re good for him. He trusts you, and that’s not something I say lightly.” Rhodey, Tony’s closest friend, warmed up to you fast. He appreciated having another military mind around. When Tony got lost in his own arrogance, Rhodey and you would share an exasperated look.

Then everything changes again when Tony becomes an Avenger. Suddenly, it’s not just small-scale threats or paparazzi you have to worry about—it’s cosmic forces, alien invasions, global catastrophes. You do your best to keep Tony safe in these new, unpredictable situations, but it’s a challenge.

The Avengers team is a powder keg of personalities. Steve Rogers, Captain America himself, openly clashes with Tony over leadership and moral ideals. You see how the tension weighs on Tony; he deflects with sarcasm, but you’ve come to know the signs of when he’s hurting.

One night at the tower, you’re standing off to the side while Tony and Steve butt heads—again. "Take away the armor," Steve says, voice steely, "and what are you?" The words hang in the air. Tony’s jaw tightens, and you can practically see his heart sink. It’s a cheap shot. And it’s wrong. You step forward before Tony can snap back with a trademark insult. There’s a calm coolness in your voice, the kind that hushes even the Captain.

“Tony Stark is the mind that built that suit,” you say evenly. “He’s the one who sees solutions where everyone else sees dead ends. If you take away the armor, you’ve still got the man who pulled himself out of a cave and saved his own life with scrap metal—because that’s who he is. He’s more than the suit, Rogers, and you know it.”

Steve meets your gaze and steps forward, but you aren’t intimidated. There were lines you simply wouldn’t let him cross, not tonight, not after he delivered that cheap shot at Tony without even knowing him. You can see Tony stiffen beside you, as if ready to jump in—or bolt. But you’re not about to let Steve’s words cut him down.

“Think very carefully about what you say next, Rogers,” you warn, voice low and steady. “Because none of you would be here—Avengers, Stark Tower, anything—if it weren’t for this man. Armor or no armor.”

For a split second, you can feel everyone’s eyes on you. Clint shifts uneasily near the back, Natasha straightens from her casual lean against the wall, and even Bruce lifts his head from the tablet he’s been absorbed in. Steve’s jaw tightens; he clearly didn’t expect you to stand your ground so bluntly—and you don’t care. Your top priority is Tony’s well-being, not theirs. With nothing more to say, you turn on your heel and head for the workshop.

By the time you reach the corridor leading to Tony’s private workspace, the echo of your own footsteps has become a steady, reassuring beat. Only then do you register the soft tread following behind you. He’s close—but conspicuously silent, which is out of character for a man who thrives on quips and banter.

“Sir, you have arrived at the workshop,” Jarvis’s polite voice chimes overhead, and the door slides open with a hiss.

You step inside and finally turn around. Tony lingers just past the threshold, his eyes lowered. His silence seems almost heavy, like he’s struggling to find the right words. “I never asked you to defend me,” he murmurs. “But you…you did. Why?” The workshop’s lights glow softly, illuminating half-built armor pieces and scattered blueprints. You let the sound of humming machinery fill the short gap before you speak.

“Because you needed someone to,” you say simply, though your voice carries an undercurrent of heat—residual frustration from your confrontation with Steve. “And because I wanted to.”

Tony’s gaze flickers upward—he looks uncertain, almost disarmed. “I can handle myself,” he says, though he doesn’t quite meet your eyes. It’s a weak protest, more habit than conviction.

You exhale, crossing your arms. “I know you can. Doesn’t mean you have to face it alone. Especially when the hits are coming from the people supposed to have your back.”

“You caught me off guard,” he admits, voice low, “standing up for me like that. Especially in front of the team.”

You stand your ground, letting the seriousness of the moment settle in. “You act like I never stand up for you.”

A wry huff of laughter escapes him. “Not the same way. Usually, you’re telling me not to blow up half my lab or reminding me to eat something other than coffee. This time you had my back when it counted.”

“Isn’t that why I’m here?” you ask, tilting your head. “I’m your bodyguard, Mr. Stark. That means I protect you—against outside threats and inside threats too. Even if that threat’s a super soldier with a knack for colorful speeches.”

“So that’s it?” he asks, a thin note of vulnerability in his tone. “You did it because it’s your job?” You take in his tense posture—shoulders rigid, hand flexing at his side. Tony’s never been good at showing his more vulnerable edges. Carefully, you move closer, letting your voice soften.

“Let’s get one thing straight. Defending you isn’t just me ‘clocking in.’ I do it because I care. Because I know you’re more than just the suit, no matter what Steve says.” Tony looks up at you in surprise, but you're not done yet. "If this was just part of my job, I wouldn't be spending all my free time down here with you. I would've jumped at the chance to quit when you offered it on a silver platter."

Tony cracks a half-smile, remembering when he outright tried to bribe you to quit, and you surprisingly rejected his offer. The money could've set you for life, supported you and a family if you so desired, but you simply shook your head and informed him about a meeting he had in the morning.

Tony moves closer, so close you can count the faint freckles along his cheekbones. “I hated the idea of having a bodyguard,” Tony admits, voice low. “But I’ve come to realize how much I needed you.” Your heart stutters, unsure of how to respond. Tony swallows thickly, looking uncharacteristically unsure. There’s no witty remark, no deflecting sarcasm. It’s just him, raw and honest, baring feelings you never thought he’d share.

“You’ve become one of the closest people in my life,” he continues. “I trust you in ways I don’t trust anyone else. Hell, Pepper might be the only other person who gets me anywhere close to this.” He hesitates, eyes flicking to your lips before returning to your gaze. “And…I’ve been trying to figure out how to say I might—well—I feel something for you.”

Your stomach flips, warmth blooming in your chest. There’s something surreal about this: Tony Stark, the man who refused to even acknowledge your presence at first, now openly admitting he cares—that he wants something more than just having you as security detail.

A ghost of a smile curves your lips. “I might feel something for you, too.” Tony’s grin is immediate—relief and mischief dancing in his eyes. He leans in, and for a moment, the rest of the world fades.

“Do I have to make an appointment to kiss my bodyguard,” he murmurs, “or is this—” You cut him off by closing the distance, your lips finding his in a slow, tentative kiss.

[scottxlogan]

Avengers Endgame: Tony and Rocket Racoon (with Professor Hulk)

[make-friends-with-the-rats]

HAPPY 33RD BIRTHDAY NEWSIES!!!

🥳🎉🗞️🗞️🗞️

[blahaj-blazt]

We stand for the fags in this house

[chwrrylace]

─── ❝ I LOVE YOU 3000 ❞

SUMMARY ; avengers confession hcs

AVENGERS x gn!reader.

CONTENT ; pinning, confessions, fluffy, use of y/n

WORD COUNT ;

A/N ; just rewatched avengers and fell in love w them again

── .✦ 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊

𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 smooth about it, cracking jokes to hide how nervous he actually is. He’s used to having confidence, but when it comes to you, it’s different.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐍 a grand yet casual way—maybe over dinner at one of his penthouses, or while working in the lab together. “So, hypothetically speaking… if a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist had feelings for you, would you entertain the idea? Asking for a friend.”

𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐎𝐑 push for a serious answer, he’ll drop the act for a second. “I mean it, y/n. I want you. No games, no distractions. Just us.”

── .✦ 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐋𝐃-𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 it comes to romance. He’d take his time, making sure he’s certain about his feelings before confessing.

𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓—like a walk in the park, a quiet dinner, or even a handwritten letter if he’s too nervous.

“𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 you something, but I didn’t want to rush it. You mean a lot to me, and I…I care about you more than I should as just a friend.”

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 for any sign of rejection, but once he sees you feel the same, his signature soft smile appears.

── .✦ 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄. 𝐀𝐓 all. He’d make his feelings clear through grand gestures—bringing you rare Asgardian gifts, calling you his beloved even before confessing, and just showering you with affection.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒, 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 with absolute certainty. There’s no hesitation in his voice.

“𝐘/𝐍, 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 battles, faced great foes, and yet none have left me as breathless as you do. You hold my heart, and I would be honored if you allowed me to cherish you.”

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 the confession, lifting his drink and demanding the others in the room celebrate this glorious revelation.

── .✦ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑

𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 with confessing. He’d second-guess himself, thinking he’s too dangerous or not good enough for you.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏 out in an unguarded moment—maybe after a near-death experience where he realizes he can’t keep bottling it up.

“𝐈…𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐅 this is the right time to say it, but I need you to know. You’re the only person who makes me feel like I’m more than just… a mess. I—God, I really care about you, y/n.”

𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 away, but if you accept his feelings, the relief in his eyes would be overwhelming.

── .✦ 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍

𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐅𝐔𝐋 at first, throwing in flirtatious quips and seeing how you react. But when he gets serious, he’s serious.

𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀 mission, still riding the adrenaline high, realizing that life is too short to keep things bottled up.

“𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊, 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 tomorrow brings, but I know I want you in it. I’ve been falling for you for a while now, and if there’s even a chance you feel the same, I’d be the luckiest guy alive.”

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐀 smirk, a relieved sigh, and probably a terrible joke to lighten the mood.

── .✦ 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐅𝐅

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 emotions, so her confession would be subtle at first—lingering touches, deeper conversations, protective instincts kicking in more than usual.

𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 casual, not wanting to make a big deal out of it, but her words would carry weight.

“𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 whole… feelings thing. But if I did, I’d probably say that I want you. That you mean something to me. More than I let on.”

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 getting soft, she’ll roll her eyes, but you’ll catch the faintest blush on her cheeks.

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[pinkolve]

The Love Drug-Peter Parker

•☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾•

Summary: Peter is hit with a love drug while on a mission, causing him to act upon his romantic feelings for you.

Genre: FLUFF

CW: VERY aggressive reader, lots of swearing on readers part, first person point of view, fem!reader x tom hollands!spiderman, reader's kinda bitchy but rightfully so, protective reader, reader seems a little rude to Pete but it's just playful banter i swear, use of y/n, shy Peter because ofc, and i think that's it!

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: My first fanfic on this blog that isn't from Criminal Minds, yippiee!! I decided to write a fanifiction with a similar premise to 'sex pollen.' Since I suck at writing smutty fics, I did a fluffy version!! Enjoyyyy!!

“Tony!” I shout throughout the tower, my footsteps are fast and heavy. “Tony, please!” I will myself to run faster, pushing forward. I’ve been running around the building for twenty minutes now. Tony took part of the team, including Peter, on a dangerous mission. He insisted Peter was ready for it even though I argued against it. They were dealing with a villian similar to Poison Ivy, and Tony called me informing me Peter had been hit with a mysterious substance. I didn’t even ask any questions before running for the lab. 

As I run, there’s no sign of anyone. No voices, no other footsteps, nothing. I turn, passing a corner, almost breaking my ankle. “Tony!? Anyone?!” I slam open the glass doors to the lab, hearing them hit the wall harshly. 

“Y/N, you’re here.” Bruce greeted me. 

“Where is he?” I immediately walk towards the curtain he’s standing next to, his hand comes out and stops my movements. 

“You can’t see him right now.” 

“Then why the fuck would Tony call me down here?!” I hiss. I push his arm away. “Move.” I say through gritted teeth. I pull the curtain back to see a very sick Peter. 

His eyes are bloodshot and his pupils are blown. There’s sweat collecting on his forehead and down his chest, droplets falling down his stomach. His breathing is heavy, like he can’t even breathe. All he’s wearing is a pair of boxers and almost every part of him is tinted pink. 

“Y/N?” He looks over at me with his big puppy dog eyes, tears welling up at the corners. “I didn’t think I was gonna get to see you.” He practically whines. His hand reaches out for me and I take it in mine, nearly burning myself. Why is he so hot? 

“Why’d you think that?” 

“Bruce and Tony…They told me I couldn’t.” He sighs heavily, like he can’t get enough air into his lungs. “Wanted to see you so badly.” 

“Well, I’m here now.” I squeeze his hand tighter. Bruce grabs my shoulder. 

“Y/N, you really can’t be here…” I roll my shoulder back, knocking his hand off. 

“Try and move me and you’re a fucking dead man, Banner.” I scowl. His eyes widen and he takes a step back. 

“Y/N!” Tony runs in, moving to stand next to me. “Bruce is right, you really need to leave.” He almost begs. 

“If I can’t be here why the fuck did you call me!?” I let go of Peter’s hand to face Tony, practically fuming by now. 

“Y/N.” Peter whines again, his eyes are closed and he’s reaching for me. 

“Sorry, Pete.” I whisper softly. I grab his hand with both of mine and hold tightly. His breathing seems to slow down. I can’t help but feel the strongest urge to give him whatever he wants. 

“Y/N, please.” 

“Say my name one more fucking time and I swear to god!” I turn to him again. “I will die before I leave him alone right now.” Peter whimpers and I sigh. “I’m not gonna die, Pete. It’s a figure of speech, baby.” I lean down and kiss his forehead. I pull back up and shake my head to myself, Did I just…kiss him? 

“Y/N, it’s not safe, and I know you’re starting to realize that.” Tony starts. “Peter was hit by a sort of…’Love Drug.’ It reveals certain feelings that his conscious mind usually wouldn’t.” I look between him and Peter. “He’s acting on all of the things he thinks about doing, but never does.” 

“When you say ‘feelings,’ you mean…?” I trail off. 

“Romantic feelings.” 

“The drug digs up any romantic feelings a person has and uses it against them. When hit with the drug all they can seem to think about is…That one person they have feelings for.” Bruce explains. My mouth goes slack and I look back at Peter. His body is back to its usual pale color, his breathing is almost normal, and he seems to have stopped sweating. 

“If they interact with the person they have feelings for…Does it act kind of like an antidote?” I think outloud. Tony and Bruce look at me with furrowed brows. 

“What do you mean?” Bruce starts. 

“Look at him.” I point and they follow my finger. “His sweating has gone down, his body isn’t pink or exceedingly warm anymore, and his breathing is normal. He even fell asleep.” Bruce and Tony exchange a look. 

“Okay…Maybe you should stay.” Tony nods. 

“No fucking shit.” I growl. 

“Watch your language.” Tony warns. 

“Oh, piss off Stark.” 

***

I’m sitting in a chair beside Peter’s cot, his hand still in mine. I didn’t dare let go, not when he was sleeping so peacefully. I lay my head against the cot and occasionally squeeze Peter’s hand. 

“Okay.” Tony comes back into the room with a thin manilla folder and a bottle of…Some kind of liquid. He walks to stand beside me and hands me the bottle. 

“This should remove all traces of the drug from his system.” I look between him and the bottle. 

“Why are you giving it to me?” 

“I figured it’d be better if you gave it to him. He might wake up and not remember much, I think you should be the one to calm him down. Bruce and I are gonna go do some more research on the drug.” I nodded and stared down at the bottle. 

“Is he gonna remember being all…Clingy with me.” I ask, gesturing to our still interlocked hands. 

“I’m not sure.” Tony answers simply. 

“Okay.” Tony pats my shoulder before leaving the room. I take a deep breath before slowly removing my hand from Peter’s. He whimpers softly but stays asleep. I pop the seal off the bottle and gently put it to his lips. I push it past them a little and start pouring the liquid into his mouth, he swallows it instinctively. I pull it away once the bottle is empty and put the cork back inside, Peter begins to stir. 

“Y/N?” He whispers, rubbing his eyes. 

“Hi, Pete.” I whisper back. 

“What’s going on?” He looks around before sitting up abruptly. I place a hand against his chest to keep him still. 

“Calm down, it’s okay. You got hit with a drug on the mission, the team brought you back here. You’re all healed now, so there’s nothing to worry about.” He looks at me again. 

“What kind of drug?” His eyebrows furrow. 

“Apparantly it was a Love Drug.” I look away from his eyes as my cheeks start to feel hot. Peter’s silent for a while before he speaks again. 

“So…When you came in and I held your hand, and wouldn’t let you leave…That wasn’t a dream.” 

“No it was not.” 

“You kissed me.” 

“What?” I look up at him with wide eyes. 

“My forehead, you kissed it.” My mouth hangs open and I stutter. 

“Well I mean…Yeah, yeah I did.” 

“Did that…Mean anything?” He asks, his eyes are avoiding mine as I stare at him. I smile at his pink cheeks and let out a soft, breathy laugh. 

“Yes, Peter. It did mean something.” He looks back at me with twinkling eyes. 

“What did it mean?” I shake my head at him and roll my eyes. 

“It means I like you dumbass.” I smile. He smiles back, grinning like a crazy person. Our eyes are locked on each other, and I don’t think they’ll be moving any time soon. 

“Cool.” He sighs. “I like you too.” 

“I figured as much.” We both laugh. 

“You wanna…Go out sometime?” 

“Do you really have to ask?” I scoff. “Yes, I would like to go out sometime.” 

“Just kiss already, goddamn!” Tony yells from another room. 

“Shut up, Stark!” I scream. I turn back to Peter with a smile and we both lean in, our lips meeting for a passionate kiss.

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