#peterparker x oc

[platonic-tony-stark]

Y/n: oh god I'm so full

Peter: I could puke

Both: *looking at Tony*

Tony: don't look at me I just paid, it was a buffet

[mcubuckyxlokisbitch]

OUT OF ALL THE TIMELINES

CHPT 3: Even Asgardians Have Myths

Short Series !

Female Asgardian reader (now avenger) X TVA Loki

Chapter 1: Avengers I need your help (done)

Chapter 2: Interrogations and proclamations (done)

Chapter 3: Even Asgardians have myths (done)

Chapter 4:

Chapter 5: -

Chapter 6: -

Surprise !!!!

Chapter 7: Chapter 8: Chapter 9 Chapter 10:

Warnings: Alot of angst <3, somebody kissed but im not saying who, mentions of blood, injury,

Summary: After your Lokis death and have moved on and joined the Avengers. After the aftermath of Endgame you and the other remaining Avengers all seek shelter in the new Avengers Warehouse Pepper Potts bought as a temporary replacement while the Avengers mansion is being renovated. What happened after a very tired mission. Well, you're speechless, to say the least.

a/n: I added a few more chapters because you know dreams lmao so enjoy this one !! Tell me if yall want smut soon. CuZ ye im feeling a smut scene some time soon.

You walked around the Avengers warehouse and got to the medic bay. The push the doors open, "How are her vitals."

"Well for one thin they don't make any sense."

"Ive been trying to heal her but, I can't get a signature on the dark magic... I need your magic to track it." Wanda says as her hands float above the blonde girl.

"She really does look like Loki its scary.... Like put a blonde wig make her shorter and put some eyelashes boom you got blondie here."

You rolled your eyes as your eyes traveled towards Ivars dark matter dagger. A strong dark force gutted your stomach, you could feel the evil from a mile away. You saw the veins around the stab wound as they turned black and spreaded around her stomach.

The only thing that could kill an Asgardian God. With its rusted blade and messily bandanged handle. Just as the myths say, the dagger was made for Odin the allfather but Ivar and his dagger were defetead and casted away before he could use it on him.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breathe to cast a simple healing spell.

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"Alright, enchantments are more than just casting especially when your doing a healing spell." Loki circled around you. You closed your book as you groaned, bored of slow paced lessons set by the prince.

"A healing spell I think we can do something more challenging than that Loki."

Loki stopped in his steps as he brought out his dagger and striked your leg.

"LOKI... AARGH.... YOU MISBIGOTTEN SON OF A LEPPERS GOAT. YOU DAFT ARSE" YOU SCREAMED AT HIM. He chuckled and tipped your chin to look at him with the bloodied dagger.

"Careful, if we go on legal terms thats treason against the prince and queen..." He grinned. "On more serious terms you need to learn how to cast the spell on yourself, this way casting it on others will come naturally."

You tried to hold the cut on your thigh, blood was seeping out continously as you winced when you tried to move your leg. "How am I to focus when im bleeding to death." the words gritting through your teeth.

"Close your eyes and breathe..." Loki sat behind you whispering to your ear. He placed his hands on yours and led them to your wound. "The spell only works when your calm." You took a deep breath and out as your shaky hand lay above your wound. "Feel the energy from your body, allow it to flow through your to your hands down to your wound."

You did as he said. Your enchantments extended to the wound as the blood started to lessen but the wound didn't close. "Now the difficult part. Closing the wound, you can't just imagine it to close, you know the spell."

You said aloud through your teeth holding in your pain. "Rense helbrede såret." Nothing happened, the blood lessen but the wound was still wide open. You were confused and irritated to say the least.

Loki nudged his nose towards the crook of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "A spells power is through its whisper, to be a true master you must not only say it but think it."

Relaxing your hands as Loki slithered his to your shoulders, you casted in a whisper focusing on the spell imagining the wound closing and the energy flowing towards your wound. "Rense helbrede såret." your eyes glew orange as your enchantment casted on your leg closed the wound slowly from one end to the other. The stinging pain you felt a few seconds ago was gone. There was no mark no scar where there was once blood and torn muscle. You laughed aloud and jumped up from your seat cheering.

"I- I did it no way, I just casted a healing spell on my first try... Loki you are magnificent." You turned to the man who raised an eye brow. The unimpressed look which gutted you stomach and stopped yur cheering as you felt shameful.

"Are you proud of such a small spell I mastered long before I was 16 years old." You blushed in shame as you brough your head down. Looking away from him, you could still feel him walk closer to you. "Charms are not something you can play aroudn on the side either you take it seriously and master it or I never teach you again. Do you wish to be great or nothing...."

He was now merely inches from your as he pinched your chin and brought him to look towards him, "So tell me little girl..." At this point you could feel your heart about to jump out your heart at any moment.

"Great or nothing." he whispered

"Great..." you mumbled.

"Perfect." he leaned down as he placed your lips on yours.

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"Perfect-

You snap back to reality.

"Perfect, I have the signature of the spell.... You can take the spear out whenever your ready Y/N..." Wanda smiled.

You blanked out as you saw the wound still corrupted but not as bloodied as it was before.

"Careful, won't asgardians burn or disintegrate when you touch the handle or something." Peter stopped your hand.

"It is merely a myth Peter." You held his. "It'll sting slightly but I'll be fine."

"Wow even asgardians have myths. It's like inception a myth in a myth." Ant man said chewing on his chips in the corner of the med bay on a spare bed.

You hold the dagger and it burned your hand the moment you wrapped your hand around it. You winced and pulled back your hand and shook off the heat. Everyone had their eyes on you as you tried again. You wrapped your fingers around the handle, the burning sensation started as you focused on absorbing the heat but it didn't work.

"Teya, your hand it's turning the same colour as the wound." Sam pointed out

Your hand was corrupted. You casted a healing spell on your hand as you held the dagger handle tighter ignoring the warnings from your teamates.

Only one of asgardian strength can pull out the dagger. But anyone who lays in the hand on the dagger, will meet death.

It was a phrase, a warning actually, you remembered like the back of your hand from your favourite tale.

You pulled the dagger out with some force as the wound on the body closed. You dropped the dagger on the ground as you did too.

You were on your knees as your hand turned black and you wrapped your other hand on it trying to heal it. The room felt like it was a million degrees as you felt the darkness travel through your veins.

"Y/N whats going on..." Sam said kneeling down beside you. "FRIDAY RADIO STRANGE FOR AN SOS."

"Yelena, get Thor, Parker make sure Barnes does not know about this make sure they stay with Loki."

"Don't tell James." You whispered to Sam

"Not a chance princess."

"Wanda hows the wound." You looked up in pain.

"Closing in. But old Asgardian magic is complicated, I need time to find a way for it to not spread."

"Sam, I'm fine." you groaned through the pain still trying to cast the healing spell on your arm.

"Ya say that to your black hand. And..... woah." Sam started to let your hand go when your hand to elbow was turning black

"I'm here..." Stephen walked through a portal.

"Her eyes." Sam said concerened as there was no white left in your eyes just pitch black.

You forced yourself to stand up. Your shaking right hand corrupted as you projected your powers towards the dagger on the ground. Focusing the dark energy to leave your body. You groaned as you saw Stephen observe the situation and walk towards your arm.

"Keep focusing project any corrupted magic into the dagger."

Strange got to position and casted a cleansing spell on you. Helping to slip the dark energy off you. You felt your powers slipping away from you as the dark matter did.

When you felt no more corrupted magic you stopped as there was no more magic to give. Your knees felt weak and you tried to walk towards the closest bed but crumble and fell like a new born baby giraffe.

"I got you gurl." Sam caught you before you hit the ground.

"That was very stupid of you..." Strange said as he walked towards the sword glowing red and black. He formed a shield around it as it levitated towards you. "Here this won't get your hand burnt."

"Y/N, your hand. It.... it, that looks like a raisin." Thor winced.

"Thank you Thor, for that obvious comment." your groaned standing up, carrying the bubble with the dagger with your undwounded hand you walked towards the blonde girl. Who seemed to be breathing better as her vitals improved. You took a deep breathe to feel her aura and her health. Which was improving slowly, slower than it must, you looked up towards the body 2 beds down. "Strange what can be evaluated of this mans vitals..."

Strange walked over to the white haired man and hovered over him. Levitating his file to his hands and read through it. "This man is, hm...."

"Check the jacket , TVA ever heard of anything like it." Sam said tossing the jacket towards Strange. Strange looked at the jacket spread wide open hovering infront of him. "Yes the TVA, yes...... I- I actually never heard of them is this made up?"

"Well there goes our backup." Sam groaned plopping himself back on the bed.

"Well there isn't anything we can do. I'll take the dagger back to my room and we'll recon with Loki tomorow... Everyone eat, the food is here get some sleep, meet up first thing tomorow morning 7 am." You said walking out the medbay. "Friday keep an eye on our guest... update us if anything."

"Yes boss." the loud speaker said before the doors closed.

"A bit random but shes can be very attractive when she gets all demanding and stern." Yelena smirked.

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You placed the sphere down on your tv table plopping down on your bed. You winced as your injured hand grazed against the sheets, clenching it with your other hand forcing down another healing spell, nothing, the redness seemed to fade away for a moment but it still looked bad.

There came a sudden knock on the door. "Y/N??" "Go away strange..."

"Actually." Thor opened the door and gave you a sympathetic smile.

"Thor... Hows-

"Your hand, does it hurt- is it corrupted- how are you do you feel well?" Thor rushed over to your side and sat down on your bed. "Let me see maybe I can be of an assistance.'

"If I remembered correctly you failed enchantment and healing lessons set by your own mother." you pulled your hand away.

"I have improved..." Thor said crossing his arms.

"Of course you have." You stood up and walked to your closet to change into something more comfortable.

"I'm sorry..."

"What?"

"I can't go through this again."

"No one is forcing you to be on this assingment. You may return to new asgard and take a break."

"You should be as well."

"Thor the team needs atleast 1 person who knows Loki."

"What if they didn't." Thor said plainly. You turned towards him confused, but you knew where he was getting to. " What if but for one moment we were selfish, what if we were not heroes, mere asgardians who simply needs to be born, live, then die."

"Thor-."

"You were right..." Thor sobbed, tears forming around his eyes. "It's just like Ragnarok all over again." He stared at the ground.

You walk towards Thor and lifted his chin up. "What can I say to the brother who has been my strength for centuries ..." You sighed "I know with Asgard gone, our duties blur with the destinies we thought we could have lived. For once... I really have nothing to say."

"He looks so much like him." Thor laid his head against your stomach. "I couldn't bear myself to get to know him."

You sighed and stroked his hair back. "You need not talk to him unless absolutely necesarry."

"Falling inlove with him... Loving my brother seems to be the one thing I cannot prevent myself from doing." Thor choked out. "Even though I know the outcome I can't help a part of myself to hope."

"Lets eat... you always feel better after we eat. We shouldn't think about this right now." You brought Thor up. As he leaned forward and embraced you.

"I miss him."

"Me too."

"It's been hard..."

"I know." You sniffled as you stopped the moment and stared out your window. You looked up to him. "Shall we join the others for dinner? "

"We shall." he smiled down as you placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

[bitchystxrk3000]

Sweet Caroline

A/N- This is my first imagine so please be patient, I am trying my best but I've only ever written full stories or Incorrect Quotes. But there is a first for everything, right?

Fem!OC x Avengers(Platonic)

Fem!OC x TwinBrother!PeterParker

All the Avengers excluding Celia and Peter Parker were in the lounge area, talking when suddenly music started blaring from the floor above them. Tony knew what was going on and leaned back in his chair with a hand over his face and a roll of his eyes. Noticing this, Stephen Strange, cocked an eyebrow curiously over at the Genuis, Billionaire, Playboy, who simply huffed before answering. "I tried sending Celia and Peter to bed." He spoke, answering vaguely much to the Teams annoyance. As the music continued to blare, muffled voices can be heard in the room directly above them, which happened to be the Twins room. Tony tried giving them separate rooms but the twins always ended up in the same room. After interrogating them, Tony came upon the answer of which they've shared a room since they moved in with their Aunt and Uncle, and of which after having their Uncle shot right in front of their faces, they find comfort in each other to make the nightmares go away. Tony understood completely where they were coming from and ended up combining two of the rooms to make one big one by knocking down the wall in between the once separate rooms.

Upon further listening, the team realized that the song playing was Sweet Caroline from Neil Diamond and of course, their curiosity gets the best of them. One by one, the team went to the floor above them to listen better. Once everyone, including Tony, was upstairs, listening at the end of the hallway, by the elevator, they do admit, that it was worth coming upstairs. As soon as Tony, the last person to come upstairs, set foot on the floor, all they heard was Celia and Peter singing, "Sweet Caroline! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Steve was absolutely and utterly horrified at the young kids language, while Nat, Loki, and Bucky were smirking. Tony just huffed in annoyance, mouthing "Every. Night." Sam and Wanda were smiling trying to bite back their laughter. Stephen Strange and Thor's eyes were sparkling in amusement, with a slight lift of the corners of their mouths. Bruce and Clint were gaping in pure shock at never hearing such foul language from the two babies of the team, Pietro was silently howling in laughter and Vision was off to the side wondering what the hell was going on.

Upon coming back to the lounge, all they heard was a sound of glass shattering. Suddenly, FRIDAY spoke up. "Miss and Mr. Parker wish to apologize for breaking a lamp in their room. They promise to at least try and be careful next time." FRIDAY had said. "But they can't promise it won't happen again." FRIDAY had quickly added. The Avengers apart from Tony laughed at Tony's disgruntled expression. "Their lucky I love them." Tony muttered with a sigh before plopping back down on his armchair. The rest of the team shared a laugh before going back to their original seats just like Tony had done, while upstairs, Peter and Celia were in their assigned beds, letting each others sound of breathing and heart thumping inside the others chest, lull them to sleep, knowing that their other half and best friend were safe.

[indecember]

Colors | p.p x reader

Pairing: Peter Parker/Spiderman x reader

Summary: When (Y/N) find out her best friend's identity, she would have never imagined what he was hiding from her all this time. She doesn't just feel betrayed, she can't forgive him.

Warnings: angst, sorry

Word count: 1276

A/N: felt inspired by the song Colours (stripped version) by Halsey and wrote a little short fic-song about it. Let me know what you think about it. Ps : french girl here, sorry if you any mistakes ♡

‘Everything is blue

His pills, his hands, his jeans’

“Oh, sweetheart!”

The woman immediately wrapped her arms as she saw your face. Her warmth embrace spread in your whole body. A weak smile crossed your face, even if your clothes were completely wet, while she squeezed you a little more.

“God, you must be freezing!” She said before letting you go. “Come on in.”

You entered the house you knew well while May closed the door. She hooked your coat and offered you a towel to dry the water soaking from your hair. 

"Here, take this." She added, handing you a clean sweater, before disappearing in the kitchen. "Your dad's going to kill me if you get back sick !"

"It was definitely warmer in Prague." 

Your eyes laid down on the large clothing which didn't belong to her, judging by the nerdy graphics written on it. 

"I didn't know you were coming over!" May hissed from the other room as you put the sweater on.

"I wanted to surprise you." You responded.

She then returned to the living room with two cups of tea. It will definitely help your frozen body.

"Thank you, May."

She always knew how to treat her guests. That’s the reason why you never felt like a stranger at the Parker’s and spent a lot of time here. Especially after the accident.

"Oh, stop." She smiled before sitting next to you. "So, how was Croatia?"

"It was incredible. The islands are incredibly beautiful and full of history." 

"Tell me about it, I read Hvar had lavender fields. Did you saw them?" She excitedly asked.

"No, we stayed only for a few hours there." 

She silently nodded before taking a sip of the hot beverage and you cleared your throat. One question was on your mind since you entered, but the answer seemed obvious.

"May? Um, his Pete here?"

"No... No, he went out with Ned."

Your hands clung firmly to the hot cup.

“But he’s going to be so happy you’re here, you know.” She said.

"Really?" 

"Of course, really. Why not?"

May frowned and you turned at the stormy sky. It was the worst day to be outside but realized you ran all the way from your house, under the smashing rain, to be here. You've landed an hour ago and your first thought was to be with them.

“Did something happen between you guys?”

Your eyes met May’s again.

“It’s- I just think there’s something different about Peter.” You finally confessed. 

May slightly sighed and put her tea down on the table.

“You’ve known each other since primary school and you’re in high school, now... You've been going through a lot of changes."

“No, that’s not it.”

It was subtle at first, so you didn’t see the point of talking about it. Peter seemed busy until he started to forget things: movie nights with Ned and MJ, Sunday’s breakfast at your place… Then, he missed your texts and calls. That’s when you started to get worried. However, his absence wasn’t the most painful above all.

The fact that he might keep something away from you was.

“It’s been months, May… He's changed.” Your voice slowly broke. “He's not the same person anymore."

‘And now I’m covered in the colors

Pull apart at the seams’

Peter was the very first friend you had; the shoulder you could cry on, the little boy who gave you is lunch after two kids bullying you throw yours in the toilets. He just didn’t propose to share his but offered you all of it. Peter was that kind of friend. Your family watched you grow up as your friendship became stronger. You remembered how happy you were.

Until your whole world fell apart, seven years ago.

Your mother’s death made you feel like nothing else matters. Everything became abruptly surrounded by darkness. You let yourself sink while your father was battling with his grief too. Your family tried to help you, just like May and Peter. You couldn’t find a way to support your own weight anymore and stayed in bed, for weeks. It took you months to see some hope at the end of the tunnel.

You fought and couldn’t be more grateful to everyone who constantly left you up. May and Peter represented such a big part of your life now. Nevertheless, you could feel it slipping away from you and wanted to be there for your best friend. He never let you down.

Not once.

“Do you know when he'll be back? I just need to speak with–“

But you were interrupted by a terrible noise.

“What was that?” You mumbled, surprised.

“Um, probably the thunder…”

“The thunder?”

You suspiciously looked at the women you considered yourself the closest to after your dad. 

What was going on? 

“Is there someone else with you?”

May opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

He was here.

And before she could find another excuse, you jumped from the couch and ran to the stairs. You urged to your best friend’s room, May right behind you.

“Wait, Y/N!” you heard before opening the door.

‘And it’s blue

And it’s blue’

You instantly noticed a slim figure standing near the open windows and recognized the young adolescent.

“Y/N…”

Peter looked like a mess, his face was covered with bruises and cuts. However, all your attention was focused on the costume he was wearing.

“I– I can explain everything, okay?” He muttered.

But you were confused by the blue and red mask Peter was holding in his hands.

It was him.

Your thoughts started to spin fast. Too fast.

“Honey–“

“This is what you were hiding from me. The entire time.” You difficultly spoke before glancing at May, trying to hold back your tears. “Both of you.”

It didn’t just hurt.

You felt betrayed as if you weren’t worth their trust.

“May doesn’t have anything to do with this… It was my decision.” Peter admitted.

You were now staring at each other.

“Please, just hear me out…” He insisted. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t want you to find out this way.”

‘Everything is gray

His hair, his smoke, his dreams’

He looked sincere, but you remained silent to his distress, heavily breathing. Why did it look like the walls were getting smaller? You reached the door’s handle in time as your vision blurred for a brief moment.

"Y/N, hey!"

Peter was suddenly in front of you while you were reaching for some air. His lips were moving, but no sound came to your ears. You sensed May's perfume, but couldn't see her. It was so dark. 

"Let's get her to the bed..."

You had to blink a few times and reality hit you back.  

"Don't, don't-"

"Are you okay?" 

He was worried. 

"No, don't... Touch me." 

"You need to sit down for a minute." He insisted.

"I said, stay away from me!"

He suddenly stopped when your scream resonated in the room. You were just as shock as him. It was the first time you've been yelling at him. It never happened. Not once. 

‘And now he’s so devoid of color

He don’t know what it means’

He suddenly stopped when your scream resonated in the room. You were just as shock as him. It was the first time you've been yelling at him. It never happened. Not once. 

“I- I need to get out of here.” 

You were crying. Staying was only making things worse. 

"Please, I didn't want you to get involved in all of this." Your best friend whispered.

How could you believe him?

"I can't stay here." You said between your sobs. 

All you think about was them lying to you as the last words left your mouth.

"I can't be around you anymore."

‘And he’s blue

And he’s blue’

[m4tthewmurd0ck]

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐬 ~ (𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝) 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞) 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫!

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: 【 𝐎𝐍𝐄 】

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 2.1k

J. JONAH JAMESON WAS AT IT AGAIN. “Spider-Man is a coward! The good that he has done does NOT excuse any of the bad. Who is he? If you’re watching this, show yourself and we—”

MJ mutes the news as that reporter goes on and on about Spider-Man and how he should identify himself… again. “Sorry about that,” she turns to you and shrugs. “Owner likes to keep the news on all day. Eventually I’m sure he’ll have you working up here by yourself and as long as he’s not out here, you can do what I usually do and just have it on mute.”

“A lot of people seem to be obsessed with Spider-Man.”

Another shrug. “Pretty much. Ever since the whole Mysterious deal. Not me though.”

“You’re not curious who he is?”

“Nope.” The little bell rings just then, signaling someone entering the shop. They both turn, and MJ waves the person over. “This is Ned,” she points to the boy, then motions to you, introducing you, “it’s her second day here.”

Ned smiles at you before sitting down and putting his backpack on the counter and taking a pamphlet out.

“MIT huh?” That was one of the schools that you had been considering. Well… before.

“Yup! That’s the plan. We got rejected actually but then the school called and asked us to come in and… I don’t know what happened, actually. But we’re in!”

You couldn’t help but smile at how excited he was. “Well, congrats! I wish I knew what my plan was, or even where I wanted to go.”

“Oh you’re going to college soon too, that’s awesome! Where have you applied?”

You appreciated that Ned seemed genuinely curious. “Umm… nowhere, actually. At least not yet. I still have no clue what I want to do with my life. I think a gap year might be good for me, it’ll give me a better chance to figure out my life at least.”

MJ munches on a donut, using her free hand to point to you. “Now that’s a good idea. If I’d thought more about it before, I would probably do that too. But with the whole you’re not accepted no wait you are accepted thing with MIT, I don’t think I can afford to take any chances. It would’ve been cool though, take some time off from learning and just focus on work and saving money.”

“Yeah,” Ned nods in agreement. “I already know I’m going to have to get a part time job if I want any extra spending money.”

The bell dings again, and MJ offers to take care of the customer.

“Do you live around here? I don’t think I’ve seen you at Midtown.”

You shake your head. “I didn’t go there, I’ve been at Trinity* since kindergarten. I was living with my… uncle. But I’m almost eighteen and he agreed to rent an apartment for me. Then once I am legally an adult, the lease will transfer over to my name.”

“Are you like, rich?”

“Dude!” MJ hears the tail end of the conversation, earning Ned a slap on the back of his head. “Sorry. Sometimes he doesn’t think before he speaks.”

Hearing this, you laugh. “It’s fine, I promise. Umm, I wasn’t really as rich as you’re probably thinking. I mean we weren’t poor but I got in because my parents were good friends with the admissions people at Trinity. Then when I was old enough where the grades really mattered and determined what kids stayed, I was getting straight A’s by then.”

“Oh that’s still cool. You must’ve been super smart to stay there that long. And your uncle lets you live by yourself.”

“It’s lonely, but yeah it has its perks. As far as my uncle is concerned though, I mean he and I haven’t really been close. I was twelve when my parents died and he took me in but it was like he never really knew what to do with me, I guess. I stayed in the same house and he had a caregiver live with me full time. Even though I could take care of myself pretty much, just so that he wasn’t leaving a minor on their own. I’m surprised he was so open to the idea of me getting an apartment though.”

“Is it nearby?”

“Yeah, and it’s… not the nicest. Pretty small, actually. But I’m not looking for anything fancy since the goal is to not be there much. I’ll hopefully be pretty busy with this job, and pa— just, my other part time job.”

Ned nods in understanding, impressed that you’ll be juggling 2 jobs and school.

You, on the other hand, want to crawl into a hole. You can’t believe you almost slipped like that, and when Ned and MJ don’t ask what your other job is, you have to stop yourself from sighing in relief.

The next couple of hours are spent talking, and / or helping customers. You and MJ take turns helping customers as they come in, and Ned is happy to just talk to whoever isn’t busy.

“Hey, what’d I say about turning the volume down so low?” The remote is grabbed and the volume turned up so high that you’re pretty sure the store next door could hear it. You and MJ are both thankful that your boss doesn’t stay out front with you to make sure the volume stays on all day.

“— if you or anyone you know has any tips or proof of Spider-Man’s identity, we are asking you to call the number on your screen. Thanks for watching folks, I’m J. Jonah Jameson bringing you the latest on all things Spider-Man.”

The 3 of you just stand there, shaking your heads.

“I feel bad for whoever he is,” you sigh.

“Really? Why?” Ned raises his eyebrows, surprised.

“I mean, I don’t know. You guys all know the good things that Spider-Man has done. There has to be more to the story, why after all this time and all the help he’s given, all the lives he has saved, why would he turn around and just do everything they’re accusing him of?”

“True, but I mean… is it an accusation if there’s proof? You saw the video Mysterio recorded right?”

You hold your hand up in mock surrender. “Yeah, yeah I get it. I’m just saying this can’t be easy for him.” You glance up at the screen just in time to see a picture of him right before it disappears. “I can’t imagine having to hide who you are from the world when you’re out saving it, much less when everyone’s holdings their pitchforks wanting to turn you in.”

MJ returns from helping another customer. “You guys think there’s anyone who knows who he is?”

“I’m sure there’s at least one person. Either that, or he has no one. How would you even go about hiding such a huge part of your life like that? Even if whoever he is was our age, he’d still have school and probably a job too. You’d have to have a million excuses on hand.”

Ned interrupts the Spider-Man talk, seeing a commercial on the TV. “Do you like Star Wars?”

MJ laughs and rolls her eyes, saying she will gladly take the next few customers if it means she can skip out on “the nerd talk”.

“Umm, I’ve actually never seen the movies. I mean the first ones I did when I was a kid but lately I—”

“What? Please tell me you’re joking.”

You shake your head. “Nope. Just never really got into it I guess. I won a giveaway though, some radio contest yesterday and—”

“You won the Lego Death Star?!”

“Yeah, but it’s over four-thousand pieces. I didn’t think I’d actually win, I just wanted to call and see if I could get all the trivia questions right. Now I feel like I have to build it.”

“I can help!” Ned quickly grows more excited. “I built one by myself.”

“You just met her, did you really just invite yourself over to her house?”

Seeing the way MJ and Ned jokingly bicker, you decide that you’re glad about the decision to move. Even all these years later, being in the family home that you grew up in was still painful. This fresh start was going to be a good thing, you were sure of it.

Ned ended up hanging out until you and MJ closed up for the night. Just a few minutes before MJ went and turned off the flashing ‘open’ neon sign, you heard the sound of the bell once more.

“There you are Peter Parker!”

You turned to see a boy who looked to be about your age.

MJ waves you over, “this is Peter Parker. He’s one of our new regulars. Usual cup of coffee?”

“Umm y-yeah, that’d be great. T—thanks.”

As MJ went to go pour his cup, you turned to him and smiled. “Why does she call you by your first and last name?”

At this, Peter blushed a little from embarrassment. “I… it’s stupid. I, um, when I first came in and introduced myself I told her my first and last name. I don’t know why I did it, but now she calls me that every time she sees me.”

“Oh, well then nice to meet you Peter Parker,” you introduce yourself using your first and last name, hoping to make him feel a little better about that situation.

When Peter tries to hand MJ money, she shakes her head. “We’re just about to close, would’ve poured the rest of the pot out anyway.”

“Oh, thanks.” A big grin appeared on Peter’s face. You wondered why he was so happy about a free small cup of coffee.

“You’re welcome to sit and drink it, we just have to clean up,” MJ offers. You smile at Peter once more before grabbing a rag to wipe down the counters.

“How have you not watched Star Wars?” Ned is still unable to believe it.

“You’re still on that? Okay if it makes you feel any better, when I get some free time, I promise to start watching. Maybe I’ll even sit and build the Lego set while I’m at it.”

Peter looks at you. “Wait you’ve never seen Star Wars? But it’s awesome!”

“See! Even he gets it,” Ned smiles, happy to hear that someone else also enjoys the franchise. He holds his hand out for a high-five, and Peter happily obliges.

“What set do you have?”

“The death star.”

Peter’s eyes widen a little. “No way we— I— built one of those. Four-thousand-and-sixteen pieces, good luck.”

“No way me too!” Ned moves over and sits in the chair closest to Peter, instantly pulling him into a conversation about the movies, and how long it took each of them to build the Death Star.

It was a pretty slow day, so it’s only 15 minutes later that the place is cleaned up and ready for the next day.

“I’ll get out of here, bye guys. And it was nice meeting you,” Peter waves before putting his jacket on to head outside.

“You too, bye Peter Parker!”

“Not you too,” he groans, but smiles to show you that he’s only joking.

After another minute, he leaves, and not long after that you exit the shop with MJ and Ned. MJ locks the door, putting the key in the front pocket of her backpack.

“Want us to walk you home?” Ned offers.

“I’m okay, my place isn’t too far.” You say goodbye to the 2, telling MJ she’ll see her for their shift tomorrow morning. As you head in the opposite direction, you’re unaware of the piece of black fabric with a distinct symbol sticking out of her backpack.

“Did you guys both come straight from school?” Ned turns to MJ as they’re walking down the street.

“Huh?”

“I know today was the last day before winter break, and she goes to Trinity, but…”

“Oh umm, well you know I rushed here right after school, it’s why I didn’t walk with you. But I think she just came from her apartment. She said Trinity had their last day yesterday.”

“Oh.”

“Why?”

Ned shrugs, trying to seem casual. “I was just wondering. At least she gets a little break from school, with two jobs and all. I can’t even imagine.”

As they head towards the subway, Ned can’t help but wonder about you. If you live nearby and didn’t come from school, why bring the backpack and change of clothes? And where had he seen that symbol before?

[tooearlyforthis]

Update!

Hey guys! Sorry it’s been a while. I have an update and a bunch of questions for you guys:

1. I have a Steve Rogers x y/n one shot coming soon I’m not sure when it will be done.

2. Someone has requested a headcanon that I will attempt to do I just need to figure out formatting, etc.

3. I’ve been posting this “marvel fan falls into mcu” story on another fanfic platform and was wondering if y’all would like me to post it here. In completion it’s over 100k and has a Peter Parker x OC plot sprinkled in.

4. I also eventually plan on posting a Steve Harrington x OC story on that platform and was wondering if y’all would wanna see that here as well when it’s done.

5. More marvel one shots to come eventually I have a list of ideas that I just need to write.

Please let me know what you guys would want and my request box is open, please stick to one shot type things for that.

[dammitolly]

"Howard" - Masterlist

Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four (coming soon!)

Summary- At the age of 17, Astrid Howard Stark discovers that she is the long lost daughter of genius billionaire playboy philanthropist Tony Stark. After joining him in New York at the avengers tower, she soon meets Peter Parker, not as Astrid Stark, but as Howie Williamson, a 17 year old in Peter's class at Midtown High. Howie is soon placed at a crossroads. Will she risk everything for her friendship with Peter? Or will she give her life to be the daughter her father always wanted?

Authors Note- This is my first fanfic so please be nice!! I'm always willing to take constructive criticism when it comes to my writing, do not be afraid to correct me on any mistakes I might be making <3

Warnings- None so far! There will most likely be smut in later chapters but those will be marked accordingly, and there will always be trigger warnings at the beginning of any chapter that requires them. But if I miss something PLEASE TELL ME

[harryspet]

little doe [2] peter parker

[Warnings] aged up peter parker x oc, multiverse oc, peter being domestic af, mj exists but she’s not with peter, doe goes into heat, dd lg dynamic, broken english, some sexy stuff, fingering

A/N: Thank you for the feedback on the last post! 

Like, reblog and let me know what you think!

word count: 2.6k

Peter was an early riser. Not because he enjoyed it but because he was so used to four a.m. calls from Fury. In the morning, he woke up disoriented mostly because he didn’t even recognize the room he was in. It took him a moment to realize all the events of yesterday. Doe, a superhuman from another version of earth, was now living in his apartment. 

“Peter,” although her voice was silvery and light, Peter almost jumped out of his skin. He had forgotten that he had fallen asleep in her bed, mostly against his will. 

“Doe,” Peter clutched his chest because his heart was beating so fast, “Jesus, you scared me.”

The young girl was now sitting up in the bed, her white hair now a bit tangled, and she seemed to worry about the way he was holding his chest, “Peter?” Even first thing in the morning, he thought she was beautiful. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” He assured her as he sat up in the bed. He had to remind himself that he had to adjust the way he spoke to her because she didn’t understand the nuances of the language. She reached out to touch his hand and Peter simply stared as she grabbed it, wrapping her hand in his, “Well … good morning.”

Peter looked at the clock on her nightstand to see it was only seven in the morning. With his other hand, since Doe was still holding his other, Peter rubbed his tired face, “Maybe we should sleep in. Sleep, Doe.”

He gestured for her to lay back down but she raised an eyebrow. He tried to pull his hand from hers but she only gripped his tighter. Looking at her, the girl was clearly wide awake now. Maybe they ran on less sleep on her version of earth. 

Fine, he was used to this. Peter sighed, “We’ll start the day early then,” Peter hoped by noon she’d be tired and they could take a nap. 

Peter moved to climb at the bed and she followed him, still keeping their hands interlaced. “Good morning! Good morning!” Doe exclaimed, practically bouncing. He showed her to the bathroom and, luckily, the functions of the bathroom translated well. 

To say the least, Doe was not shy at all. If it was up to her, she’d hold his hand through the shower, when she was brushing her teeth, and even when she was relieving herself. He had to pry his fingers from her, deciding that he had to lay down the rules or she’d never have any sort of independence, “Doe, I like when you hold my hand, I do,” He squeezed her hand and smiled, “But we don’t need to hold hands in the bathroom.” He shook his head. 

She frowned, of course, but he promised he’d keep the bathroom cracked open as he waited in her room. 

“Peter?” He shouldn’t have been surprised when she arrived in the doorway, completely naked. He stared, only for a moment, and then realized he hadn’t given her any clothes to change into. 

“Stay there,” He spoke sharply and she froze. He looked through the drawer of clothes and pulled out the first dress he could find and then the … underwear. He tried not to look down as he handed her the clothes. 

Peter turned around and released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. 

She tapped his shoulder when she was done and then she was standing there, her wet hair dripping onto her mint green dress. 

He was already drained and didn’t feel like attempting to help her dry her hair. Instead, he said, “Okay, Peter’s turn,” He had a feeling that he might be speaking in the third person from now on. 

She interlaced their fingers again and Peter led her out of the room and down the hallway. The rising sun lit up the apartment thanks to the far wall practically only being made of windows. He told her to sit on his bed and she obeyed without hesitance. She was still bouncing with excitement, ready to begin the day. 

“Stay, Doe. Okay?” Peter raised his hands into two thumbs up. She stared down at her own fingers before mimicking him. 

“Stay,” She repeated. 

He had to admit, though he was glad to get a moment alone, he didn’t like not being able to see her. Peter went on with his routine, changing into a regular t-shirt and grey sweatpants. A lazy Sunday was hopefully ahead. 

Doe had wandered around Peter’s room which didn’t seem to have nearly as many decorations as hers. She wondered why Peter wanted her to sleep in a different room than hers. Were their souls not intertwined? Maybe since Peter was from this version of earth, he couldn’t feel the same bond that she did. 

She found a couple of photo frames. Peter with a tall girl with dark and curly hair. Peter with an older lady who looked just like him and Peter with an older man with a goatee. He was smiling so hard in that one. Doe picked it up, tracing her fingers over Peter’s face noting how young he looked. 

She hadn’t even looked up as Peter returned from the bathroom. Peter walked over calmly, already knowing what she was looking at, “Peter?” She pointed at the man standing beside him in the photo, “You … you,” She searched for the right word, “F-fa… f-”

But he shook his head, a solemn look on his face, “No, he’s not my father. He was a great man though.”

Doe raised an eyebrow, “Sad?” 

Peter nodded, “Yes, but not because of Doe,” He tried to assure her. 

She pressed a hand to her chest to say “my” and then tried out the new word again, “F-Father, he leave.” He hadn’t even thought about the Family she was probably missing. She had grown to like him so easily that he hadn’t even considered it. 

“Your father? He left?” She nodded but he had the idea that “leaving” to her meant something different. Something darker. He wasn’t sure how to talk to her when there was such a barrier between them, “I’m sorry.”

Peter grabbed her hand this time and Doe smiled. Then she moved closer, leaning into him and, out of instinct, Peter wrapped his arms around her. 

Perhaps that barrier was just in his head. It seemed that this, their touch, was all each other needed in that moment. 

+

He had poured Doe a bowl of cereal as he made a cup of coffee and some toast for himself. And, like everything else, Doe didn’t like the way he did things. She wanted the toast and coffee and, when Peter insisted she eat her own meal, she climbed into his lap and started to eat his food. Really, it was most likely because she didn’t want to sit in her own chair. 

The dimension she was from must lack the concept of personal space. They weren’t together, she couldn’t just sit in his lap platonically. She shouldn’t be comfortable with him seeing her naked and he definitely shouldn’t have liked it.

Realizing he had to lay down the law once again, he lifted the girl and returned her back to her seat. Besides that, he did not want to see her with caffeine in her system, “Your chair, your food,” He told her before returning to his seat, “My chair, my food.”

She scowled at him, picking up her spoon, “Peter i-is . . . mean.”

Peter froze, in the middle of taking a sip of his coffee. She was learning faster than he expected, “I’m not mean,” Peter spoke, sounding offended, “You are a brat.”

“Not brat!” She didn’t understand what it meant but knew it was an insult, “Peter is brat.”

Her hands curled around the spoon tightly as she grew frustrated. Peter suddenly remembered that he hadn’t given her the suppressant pills. He stood up from his seat, “Doe, eat your cereal,” he spoke sharply, “Now.”

She took a few breaths as if to calm herself down before dipping her spoon into her cereal. Of course, she thought it was delicious. All this was only to prove some type of dominance over him and Peter decided he couldn’t tolerate it. 

Peter walked into the kitchen and opened the small kit that Pepper had given him. It had several weeks worth of pills as well as some sedatives in case she lost control. He collected two pills and a glass of water. 

When he returned to the table, she had finished her food but she was staring off sadly. He held out the pills to her and she simply stared, “Doe is not brat,” She told him, sounding resolute. 

“No, it was mean to call you a name, I’m sorry” Peter sighed, setting down the glass of water, “But Doe has to listen to Peter. Peter is in charge and he will take care of Doe.”

“Doe is sorry.”

He gestured to the pills again and she took them from his hand, swallowing them before grabbing the water. “Good girl,” Peter brushed his hand through her hair and she blushed, “How about we watch a movie?”

+

If they had a version of TV in Doe’s dimension, she certainly didn’t act like it. She was entranced by pretty much every movie he put on the TV and they had gone through several of the Star Wars and Terminator movies. Despite them being his favorites, she wasn’t nearly as impressed as when they got to the cartoons.

The giant blue genie on the thumbnail intrigued her and then he watched her fall in love with both Princess Jasmine and Abu. She was crying, holding his hand tightly, as Aladdin gave the genie his freedom, “Again!” She shouted her new favorite word as she forced Peter to play the movie again. “Please,” She added quietly and Peter only laughed. 

And that’s how they ended up watching Aladdin three times in a row. Luckily, as it played for the fourth time, Doe rested her head on Peter’s stomach and began to doze off. 

Peter gently moved her head to rest on a pillow before standing and covering her with a blanket. He had a missed call from MJ that he hadn’t wanted to take while he was alone with Doe. Peter walked to his office and slowly shut the door. 

“MJ, hey-”

“Ned told me everything. I knew you were hiding something, Parker,” She interrupted him and spoke in her usual cool, monotone voice, “You’re keeping a literal alien in your apartment? Did something in your brain ever say ‘hey, that might not be a good idea’”

“You want to meet her, don’t you?”

“Of course!” Peter smiled, walking over to the window, “You realize that her existence disproves a million known scientific theories. She’s probably valuable too. I bet a bunch of countries would be interested. You’d probably never have to work another day in your life-”

“You talking about selling her to a foreign government is not convincing me to let you meet her.”

“Fine, sorry,” MJ continued, “Here’s something that will. You know literally nothing about girls.”

“That’s not true!” Peter exclaimed defensively, “I’ve dated … I dated you for christ sake, MJ!”

“That is highly debatable,” MJ laughed, “Anyways, I can help! Feminine projects, did you think to buy those?”

Peter was silent for a moment, “Well …”

“Does she have bras that fit? Things to do her hair?”

Peter raised an eyebrow, “Do you even have those things yourself, MJ?”

“I’ll see you soon, Peter,” MJ said before hanging up and Peter only pressed his lips into a thin line. Peter knew she’d keep her word and, knowing her, she probably had her own key to his place. 

When Peter walked back into the living room, he heard Doe calling for him. Well, that nap lasted quicker than he thought. As he made his way to the couch, he realized something was very wrong. Her face and skin had turned a shade of red and she looked like she was hyperventilating, “Peter,” She gasped, tears in her eyes. 

He rushed to her side, flinging the blankets away as he tried to find where she was hurt. He saw lines of blue, like electricity, running beneath her skin. He gulped. He couldn’t find any physical wounds but she was writhing as if something in her core was wrong. She clutched her stomach as she continued to moan his name. 

“Doe, Doe,” He was panicking, it was their first real day together and it was already going so wrong. She didn’t answer, only moaned his name. Peter cursed, pulling out his phone to call Pepper. 

Peter placed a hand on her forehead, she was burning, “Please pick up, please-”

“Peter, is everything okay?”

“No, something happening to Doe. She’s burning up and she’s holding her stomach. I think something's very wrong.”

“I’m not sure what it could be … I’ll have a doctor sent over. If he can’t figure it out then we’ll have to run some tests. A sedative will help while you wait,” Peter was already running to the kitchen, grabbing one of the needles. He might vomit in the process, but he would do anything to ease her pain. 

He expected her to be afraid but her mind seemed to be elsewhere. As the needle entered her arm, she winced and began to cry even more. He put the syringe on the coffee table before sitting on the couch and lifting the girl into his lap. 

“I’ve got you,” He spoke softly though his heart was racing fast, “I’ve got you.”

She shifted reaching a shaky hand to touch his cheek, “Peter,” she spoke again, “hot.”

“I know, you must have a fever, Doe,” He couldn’t understand how she had gotten sick so quickly, “Just rest, the sedative should kick in any moment.”

She didn’t close her eyes, she shifted, positioning herself so she was straddling his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, nuzzling her face into his neck, and Peter wrapped his arms around her. They were so close that he was starting to feel that heat too. This was more than a fever, Peter thought, but as he held her he could feel some of the heat melting away. 

“Peter,” He felt her breath against his neck and a shiver went down his spine. That’s when she started to move her hips against him, “Hot … please Peter …” She was begging now. 

His hand fell down to her thigh and he felt her bare skin as his hand rose up her dress. He could feel her nodding and she grinded harder against him, “Doe,” he was begging now, knowing he wouldn’t be able to stop if she kept going, “Doe … I can’t.”

Then she bit at his neck and then kissed the spots she bruised. She reached back to grab his hand, moving it so it was positioned between her legs, “Please,” she begged, and he felt the heat of her sex. She held his hand there, grinding against his hand now, “Take care.”

Heat. 

The need to be … relieved was causing her sickness. He followed his instincts, now beginning to move his fingers in a circle against her most sensitive part. She lifted her head, tilting it all the way back. “Thank you,” She mumbled over and over and he watched as the color came back to her skin. 

She shook as she finally reached a climax and as she moaned his name, Peter’s eyes darkened. 

She breathed heavily and her skin was cold against his as she fell back against him, “Peter .,, t-thank you,” She whispered. She rested against him and he knew she was sleeping now. 

It seemed he was more powerful than the sedative.

+

Thank you for reading! My idea for Doe is that, in her universe, there’s an A/B/O type of dynamic in society. 

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[cunaeparker]

quantum | peter parker x reader

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Summary: She shows up in tears at their shared apartment and Peter isn’t sure what to do

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: None

Mini Playlist: Guiding Light by Mumford and Sons // Hurts Like Heaven by Coldplay // Hold You In My Arms by Ray LaMontagne

Creature Comfort

Peter Parker was abruptly interrupted from his relentless studying of quantum physics.

The front door to his shared dorm flew open and slammed shut, quickly tearing him out of his note-induced trance.

Not slamming the front door was something like an unspoken rule between him and his roommate because closing it too harshly caused damage to the seal and repairing it would be too much money for the two broke university students, and Peter and his roommate deemed it a 'rule' to never slam unless completely and absolutely necessary.

So the unknowing boy had half a mind to run at the person coming into his dorm, having every reason for it not to be his roommate— until he saw Y/N trembling stoically in the doorway.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, and small sniffles and hiccups left her mouth as she used the back of her hand to cover it up.  She stumbled into the room as she choked out little cries, the cavity in her chest feeling ice cold.

She threw her keys onto the counter and glanced at Peter tearily as she fumbled to put a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Don't be weird," she mumbled. "I know you're gonna overreact. I'm not in the mood."

Peter frowned slightly, pushing his notes away and pushing his chair away from his desk. It emitted a terrible screeching sound but he wholly ignored it, stumbling hurriedly towards her.

"What happened?" he asked, heart alight with nerves. "You okay?"

He wrapped a gentle arm around her waist and guided her to the couch, sitting her down on the ripped leather and nonverbally asking for an explanation. He took her hand into his, taking her red cheeks and pitiful whimpers into account with a sad side glance, soon getting up to guide her towards his bed and sit her down carefully on his old comforter— assuming she would be exhausted.

"Are you okay?" he repeated.

His heart was hammering in his chest as his thumb rubbed her skin softly, and he meant to say something else to try and ease her unknown pain but all he got in reply was a small stifled sob and a whimper.

Peter couldn't help but to feel stressed and anxious whenever situations like this came up— not necessarily saying she breaks down a lot because she never does; just with people in general— wanting to do whatever he possibly can to help as she glances at him helplessly. He doesn't quite know how to comfort her in fear of making it worse.

So, he resorts to staring at her pitifully as his eyebrows knot together into a concerned line.

But, suddenly plunging her head into the crook of his neck, wrapping her arms around his back and pulling him close as a whimper falls from her lips, Peter is taken aback at at the sudden outburst of physicality. He knows she isn't one for physical contact, and it honestly surprises him, but he ignores it.

A muffled cry comes from the fabric of his old science pun t-shirt. He can feel it dampen with her tears. Peter wants to question her and ask what's happened, feeling extremely confused but also sad, but he also thinks that pushing it onto her right now is a bad idea and having an outburst isn't exactly ideal.

Humming softly into her ear and gently tucking a piece of damp hair behind her ear, he rubbed a hand up and down her back.

"You don't have to tell me what's up or anything," he whispered. "I just want to make sure you're okay—"

Abruptly pulling away from him, she peered into his deep brown eyes with her red-rimmed ones, grasping tightly onto his hand placed delicately on her jean-clad thigh.

"I literally don't care, Peter. Just... hug me or something," she said quietly, voice cracking as her eyes started to water again.

Peter's eyes widened, before his eyebrows pulled together in a pity-filled line.

"Y/N," he whispered softly, glancing briefly at her and trying to analyze her features. Pink nose. Pink cheeks. Slightly bloodshot eyes. Flushed skin. He carefully wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her flush to his chest. Warmth seeped into his body as closed his eyes, putting his chin on her shoulder.

"It's okay," he murmured, weaving his fingers through her hair as a sudden outburst of muffled sobs wracked her body.

Peter wanted to lift up the back of her shirt and trace gentle circles onto her bare skin in hopes of the skin-on-skin contact helping, so he started lifting it. Slowly. He felt the heat from her body radiate onto his fingers, and he started to rub his fingers up and down her back— initiating a new level of intimacy. He didn't like to admit it, but it was a type of interaction he craved.

Peter felt her cries cease.

She sighed deeply and pulled him closer, nesting her head in the crook of his neck.

"I can feel how awkward this is for you, Pete," she mumbled.

She let out a choked laugh and pulled away from the crevice in between his shoulder and neck, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand, a watery smile painting her lips as she looked up at the brown-eyed boy.

A dusty pink colour flooded his freckled cheeks.

"What?" he asked, though he smiled a little once he saw her quivering lips twitch up into a weak closed-mouth smile. "It's not awkward. I'm just trying to help."

She laughed a little and inhaled deeply, slightly shakily— an unforgettable substance coursing through her veins like a drug. Sleep. A telltale sign of calming down.

"I can hear your brain whirring from over here, Parker. Don't give yourself a stroke," she joked, voice raspy though laced with melancholy tones.

She laughed quietly and placed her head against his neck again, reaching up behind his head to unconsciously untangle the rich chocolate curls at the nape of his neck. At their apartment, they usually refrained from dressing nice because it was them, in their company— and from Peter's lack of combing out his unruly curls he figured that Y/N loved to thread her nimble fingers through them. It was therapeutic.

Letting out another shaky sigh, she wrapped her arms around Peter's midsection and leaned backwards into the bed.

"You gonna sleep?" he asked, falling beside her and turning to his side, offering her a gentle smile as he reached out a hand to knead at the skin around her hip. "You seem tired."

She closed her eyes and relished in Peter's warm touch. "I probably should," she whispered. "I'm a fucking mess. Sorry."

"Don't apologize."

She peered at him. "God, Pete— what would I do without you?"

It was a statement, not a question.

Her eyes were half-lidded and puffy and tired, and through her watery irises he could see everything— her broken insides; overtired organs; whirring brain. Peter understood her struggle because he himself faced with the very same thing before and undoubtedly would again in the foreseeable future. He got it.

Peter wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, bodies touching and radiating warmth, content with where they were now and happy to be in the moment. He hummed quietly, nuzzling his head into her neck and tangling their legs together.

"Go to sleep," he whispered.

He pressed his lips soothingly to her soft skin, rubbing and tracing small circles with his hand on the side of her cheekbone.

She leaned forward and grabbed his hand. Maintaining strong eye contact, she slowly guided it towards her lips and closed her eyes, pressing a kiss to the pad of his thumb, letting it linger there for longer than anticipated— surprising him.

The unspoken admiration made Peter's heart swell.

He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to hers. "You... you're amazing. You know that, right?"

She hesitated for a moment.

"Y/N?"

She sighed and he could feel her lips morph into a watery smile. Her breath fanned against his skin. "I know, Peter. I know."

"Good."

And with that, he pulled her closer.

The quantum physics exam could wait.

[peachhcs]

FINDING OUT

pairing: peter parker x fem!oc 

summary: peter's on edge, saimi's upset, and ned is just..ned. when peter decides to go after a couple of guys robbing a bank one night, he's faced with the consequences when he gets hurt and has to give up his secret to his two best friends

word count: 4.3k +

warnings: a little angst but mostly teenagers just trying to find their way in this big ol’ world

A/N 

I’m really excited for the first chapter! I hope y’all enjoy it!!! 

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Chapter 1

saimi spots peter coming in from the corner of her eye. the teenager smirks slightly, telling her friend she'd catch her later before hurrying towards peter. saimi went for his back, clinging onto his neck as she jumped onto him. peter yelped—surprised and not expecting it. saimi giggles, nuzzling his head with her fist.

"what are you doing? get off of me." peter laughs, instinctively catching her anyway because that's what he did.

"hey penis parker." saimi emphasized on the horrible nickname flash gave peter freshman year that just seemed to stick. peter crinkled his nose, absolutely hating that nickname with such a burning passion.

"shut up." peter rolled his eyes while saimi snickered. she loved using it just for fun and so did ned—but obviously if anyone else called peter that, they'd be at their throats in a heartbeat.

saimi stayed attached to peter's back as he walked to his locker; she ignored the longing looks people were giving them. something peter has always admired about his best friend, she never let people's opinions get to her — and she was like kind of popular, but that wasn't really the point anyway. peter finally let her go as he needed to use both hands to put his locker combination in. saimi went to lean against the side of the lockers, her eyes scanning over people passing in the hallway.

"so guess what," a bright smile sat on saimi's face while she turned her attention to her best friend again. peter couldn't help in smiling back, loving the way her mouth curled up into a smile like that.

"go on,"

"ned got the new lego death star set." saimi finished, smiling even wider. peter's eyes widened as well, disbelief written all over his face.

"no way, seriously? how many pieces?" peter questioned as he removed some textbooks from his backpack, careful not to reveal the red and blue suit at the bottom.

"4,016 pieces. you wanna see it?" saimi was already pulling out her phone before peter could respond. she hurriedly scrolled through her phone before landing on the picture ned sent her last night. she passed peter her phone.

"woah, even from the picture it looks impressive." peter commented, examining the box that ned was holding up in the picture. a large smile was on ned's face and peter couldn't wait to see it in person.

"i know right. you and ned are coming over tonight to my place so we can all build it. i can't believe i'm saying this, but i'm actually excited to build it." saimi pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her brunette waves bouncing just below her shoulders. peter laughed at saimi's comment, but his smile was quick to fade when he remembered the stark internship.

"wait, i can't. i have the stark internship, remember?" peter hated lying, especially when it was to his best friends— but he could not tell them about what the stark internship really was. saimi's face fell, her smile turning into a frown and peter absolutely hated that.

"seriously? can't you just skip just for tonight?" saimi begged and it physically hurt peter to see it. when saimi read his expression, she knew he wasn't going to change his mind. she frowned again.

"i'm sorry, but i can't just blow mr. stark off, you know that. he's like a really powerful person and i really don't want to be on his bad side." peter argued his side—kind of unexpected that saimi was complaining about this now when peter's had this "internship" for two months now.

saimi grumbled, knowing all too well, but that was a conversation for another time. one she wasn't quite ready to talk about in a school hallway on a friday morning. peter couldn't quite read his best friend's expression, but he knew she was disappointed.

"i can try and swing by later if it's not too late?" peter suggested, trying to make up for his absence. it was something he hadn't really noticed, but saimi and ned have—mostly saimi—peter had been growing quite distant from them lately and he didn't mean to. it just kind of happened because he was busy being spider-man and trying to keep queens safe.

"no, don't worry about it. it's fine." the spark and excitement that was in saimi's voice was now gone. she pushed off of the lockers, walking away from peter. she shouldn't blame peter, she couldn't really. it was her dad's fault after all—actually her fault—she was the one who led her dad to peter.

"wait, saimi—" peter hurried to close his locker and catch up with the girl. he hated when she was upset, especially if it was his fault. the curly-headed boy tugged on saimi's arm, making her stop for a brief moment.

"i'm sorry, really i am. i promise i'll make it up to you guys soon." peter tried to apologize. however, saimi crossed her arms and a new, angry, expression sat on her face. peter didn't like when she was angry.

"i'm pretty sure that's the 50th time you've said that and it hasn't happened." saimi's tone was now bitter and peter couldn't really blame her. he frowns, scratching the back of his head.

"i promise i'll do it this time. the stark internship just keeps me really busy.." peter tries not to cringe at his bad lie. saimi clenches her jaw and tries to keep from rolling her eyes.

"i know how this much means to you, peter, but try not to let yourself fall in too deep. there's a lot of things you don't know about mr. stark." saimi turns on her heel and walks the other way without another word. peter was left there to wallow in his thoughts. what did that mean? don't fall in too deep.

"peter! there you are!" peter turns his head and spots ned coming down the hallway. peter smiles, walking towards him to meet in the middle.

"hey man. what's up?' peter chuckles, fist bumping ned like always. it was something they always did—like their thing or whatever you wanted to call it.

"did you get my photo last night? i got the new lego death star set and it's awesome. you and me are heading to saimi's after school to build it." ned smiles widely and proudly. peter chuckles but then grimaces at the fact that he never checked his phone last night after returning home from patrol. he ended up passing right out because it was so late and he was just so tired.

"i didn't look but saimi showed me the picture you sent her. it looks really awesome." peter smiles, enjoying the way ned was so excited about his lego set. he really didn't want to break the disappointing news to ned, but what other choice did peter have? he just hoped he wouldn't have two friends mad at him the whole weekend.

"it is really awesome. you're gonna be doing double takes." ned laughs and peter laughs too, but his smile quickly fades.

"hey, so i actually can't make it tonight. i've got the whole stark internship." peter watches ned's face for a reaction. he practically holds his breath — afraid of how ned was going to react.

"seriously? alright, saimi and i will just build it without you." ned tsks and he seems to be okay with it, but peter can't really tell. peter squints at his friend, trying to read his expression more clearly.

"are you sure you're okay? you're not mad?" peter questions, really digging for a detailed answer. ned shrugs slightly.

"i'm disappointed, but i understand." ned shrugs again and peter frowns. he wasn't sure if he liked that or saimi's reaction better. telling someone you're disappointed in them is even worse than telling them you're mad. it's like a double blow.

"saimi got pretty upset. i feel bad, i do, i just can't disappoint mr. stark, you know?" peter rambles on to argue his point. he couldn't disappoint queens was the truth. if something happened out there and he couldn't save them, peter wouldn't forgive himself.

"yeah, i get it man. saimi's feelings are understandable, but we just wanna spend more time with you, you know?" ned wasn't really one to get overly upset at things. he just acknowledged it and then moved on. peter wished he was like that, but he cared too much about others to just move on like ned does.

"yeah, i know and i'm trying really hard. this stark internship could get me places though." peter says and ned nods in more understanding. the shorter boy pats peter's shoulder in comfort.

"i know. i'll talk to saimi for you if it helps." ned suggests and peter nods. at least ned wasn't mad, but it still hurt peter that saimi was upset and he was the cause. she was his best friend and having your best friend upset at you is a bad feeling—also peter had a fat crush on her but that was completely irrelevant. she was way out of his league anyway.

"okay, thanks. i'll catch you later." peter holds his fist out for a fist bump. ned bumps it like usual and the two part ways to their first period.

saimi taps her fingers against her desk while scribbling in some notes that were on the board. she makes eye contact with ned when he comes in. the two exchange a warm smile as ned takes his seat beside her.

"hey, i'm so excited to build that lego death star tonight." ned smiles and saimi smiles at his excitement. she forgets about her notes for a moment, turning to ned to give him her full attention.

"i know me too, which is surprising because i've never been excited to build legos before." saimi chuckles, thinking how her dad never bought her things like legos when she was younger. it was more like she got mechanical tools for her birthdays and christmas and her dad showed her how to use them.

"peter told me he couldn't make it." ned brings it up first and saimi side eyes him. she scoffs, looking back at her notes. saimi has always been an understanding and a very easy-going person, but this was something she was having a hard time understanding for different reasons.

"saimi your feelings are valid, but peter hasn't had something like this before. your dad is the closest thing peter's had to some sort of "father figure" besides his uncle ben." ned tries to reason with saimi. the girl sighs, she places her pencil down to look back at ned.

"i know, but it just feels like he's taking peter away from us. i mean, you guys haven't seen my dad like i have. he's not an easy-going person like i am." saimi eyes ned and he nods in understanding. even though saimi's known peter longer and has been closer with peter, ned knows her biggest secret that not even peter knows. technically, ned wasn't even supposed to know either, but the boy came to her apartment unannounced one night and things went from there.

"just go easy on him, alright? give him this one thing." ned's voice softens. saimi nods, essentially giving in, her features soften. she wants peter to be happy and she can't stand in the way of something he's really passionate about. she won't stand in the way of something peter's passionate about.

"i hate how you're always right." saimi teases, narrowing her eyes at ned. the boy smiles brightly, taking saimi's comment as a compliment.

"i love it. it's something i'm finally better at than both of you." ned snickers and saimi rolls her eyes. her and peter were considered "the smartest" in their grade, which saimi didn't think so for her at least— peter and ned, especially peter, would argue otherwise.

"whatever, enjoy it while it lasts." saimi snickers and turns back to her notes. the two exchange a smile before settling in for class.

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saimi lifts her phone to her ear, settling in on one of the stools by the counter. she impatiently taps her fingers along the marble, hoping her dad was going to pick up. he was known for never answering his phone; actually he only answered for pepper now.

surprisingly, the phone clicked on the other end. saimi perked up, straightening herself up in her seat. you could say the relationship she had with her father was touch and go.

"hey, kid. what's up? why are you calling? i've got a meeting soon." tony spoke fast and it sounded like he was multitasking and in a rush.

"hey dad. i just wanted to talk to you about something.." saimi bit her lip as she listened to whatever her dad was doing on the other end. the background noise seemed to stop and there was a sound of a door closing.

"okay, what's up?" tony's tone shifted from fast paced to slowed down and a little bit concerned.

"it's about..peter." saimi started and she heard her dad go silent for a moment.

"what about him?"

"dad, he's looking for your approval and you aren't giving it to him. he's waiting for a call from you..i feel like he's gonna fall in too deep before he knows how to get out." saimi shifts on her stool. she loved peter—as a friend—and saimi will always support what he wants to do, but she doesn't want to see her best friend lose himself in becoming too obsessed with being spider-man and trying to save the world, or queens.

"you know i said the same thing to you when you joined the team. you were like him, too." tony says and saimi falls silent. she didn't know what to say to that.

"well didn't you kind of force me to join the team because you were in a losing battle with captain america?" it was a low blow to say, but saimi's relationship with her father was rocky. it always has been since her mom died.

"saimi, i know you're worried about him, but trust me on this one. we both know what he can do and how capable he is of keeping himself safe. i wouldn't have recruited him if i thought otherwise. plus, why do you think i still have the training wheels protocol on his suit?" saimi bites back a laugh at that last part. she sighs, picking at her sweater to busy her mind.

"laney and joe are out tonight?" her dad shifts the subject. saimi nods, even know he couldn't see her but the camera could.

"yeah. ned's coming over later so we can build a lego death star." saimi chuckles, smiling at the thought. her dad chuckles too.

"a lego death star?"

"yeah, it's actually really cool. i'm kind of excited to build it." saimi smiles. she glances around the empty kitchen, partly wishing her dad was standing right in front of her to have this conversation and not like fifty miles away upstate—it was the price she had to pay though if she wanted to stay out of the public eye and her dad's tabloids.

"well, i'll have the cameras on and i'll check in here and there to make sure you guys are doing okay. don't get into any trouble and don't answer the door to strangers." tony drills his daughter on the usual safety protocols. saimi rolls her eyes playfully, nodding because she's heard those words a million times before.

"i know, i know. thanks for picking up the phone this time." it was another low blow, saimi knew that, but it was true. she hears her dad sigh at that.

"have a nice night, okay? i love you saimi."

"i love you too, dad. have a good meeting." saimi ends the call and she takes in a deep breath, slowing letting it out.

the knock on the door pulled saimi out of her thoughts. she glanced at her watch, ned was early. he was probably too excited to wait. saimi chuckles at the thought and heads to the door. she pulls it open and sure enough, it was ned with the box in hand, backpack, and a grocery bag of snacks.

"are you ready to build a lego death star?!" ned exclaims and saimi smiles widely. she nods her head furiously, letting ned in.

"i know i said i'd be by later, but i just couldn't wait. i've been staring at the box since it came in." ned exasperated and saimi laughs. she shakes her head to tell him it wasn't a problem.

"well we better get started if we wanna finish it by midnight, and knowing us, it'll definitely take us until midnight to build this thing." saimi laughs. ned smiles and hurries to the living room. saimi locks the door, out of habit looking to her right where peter would usually be and they would exchange a glance at ned's antics. she frowned a little when he wasn't there.

ned's words were pounding in the back of her head, "just give him this." saimi glanced at her phone on the counter, thinking about the conversation she just had with her dad.

"saimi, come on! don't leave me in anticipation!" ned called from the living room, breaking saimi from her thoughts. the girl laughed before hurrying towards the living room to start building the lego death star.

"ned, look at the book! the bigger gray piece goes here!" saimi points to the little diagram in the pamphlet. ned squints his eyes, swiping the book from saimi's hand to look at it.

"no it doesn't. that's a different gray piece." ned argues but saimi shakes her head. she swipes the book back from him, staring at the diagram again.

"nope, it's this gray piece. see?" saimi shoves the page back into ned's face. she watches him stare at it for a moment before slowing nodding.

"you know what, you're right." ned says in defeat and saimi rolls her eyes. she grabs the gray piece she was talking about and snaps it onto the base.

"they should've made them different colors. it would make this a whole lot easier." ned huffed and saimi bit back a laugh. it was around 9:30pm and the two still had over a thousand pieces to go. they were spread all over the floor in piles and they were maybe..less than halfway done.

"well then wouldn't that defeat the whole purpose of it being a lego death star?" saimi questions, looking at he next page. ned waves her off in annoyance and saimi smirks.

suddenly, there was a rather loud bang on the balcony doors making both saimi and ned jump in surprise. saimi whipped her head towards the door and she saw the outline of a person standing on the other side.

"holy shit, what the fuck is that?" ned grabbed onto saimi's arm. saimi squinted for a moment and in the dim reflection of the light, she could make out a blue and red suit on the other side.

"wait.." saimi rids her arm of ned's and stands up. she slowly approaches the door, tilting her head slightly.

"saimi..i wouldn't do that if i were you." ned calls out to her but saimi waves him off. she goes for the door and quickly pulls it open. the person on the other side falls into her arms, making both of them stumble back slightly.

ned gasps and saimi blinks in surprise. she could smell a very familiar cologne sent coming off of them and saimi knew who it was under the mask—although she's always known.

"s-spider-man?" ned stutters from behind the two. saimi carefully pushes peter off of her, steadying him. she watches as he hesitantly lifts his mask up, revealing his curly brown hair. ned gasps, again. saimi pretends to act surprised.

"peter?!" ned exclaims and peter sheepishly looks between his two best friends. this was definitely not the way he wanted them to find out his secret.

"hey guys.." peter gives a small awkward wave. he looks down, ashamed for lying to them for this long.

"well, it's about time you told us." saimi wasn't going to give herself away, not yet anyways. she couldn't deny or pretend like she didn't know, but she's not ready to tell the full truth yet. peter's head pops up in complete surprise.

"wait..you knew?" peter eyes saimi as she goes to close the balcony door. the girl nods, pursing her lips together.

"it's kind of obvious." saimi winks at him. peter's eyes widen in surprise—is that what she meant this morning by don't fall in too deep?

"i-i think i need some air." ned breathes before hurrying to the front door. he steps out for a moment and saimi turns back to peter. she raises her eyebrow, knowing he had to have come here for a reason if he was here in his spider-man suit.

"are you okay? what happened?" saimi questions, already seeing the gash on his forehead.

"these guys attacked me at the bank. they were trying to rob it and i tried stopping them, but they had these weird weapons that..were more powerful than i was." peter explains and saimi raises her eyebrow. weird weapons?

"what kind of weird weapons?" saimi leads peter to the bathroom where she could clean him up. she sits him down on the toilet seat while looking for some rubbing alcohol and a bandaid.

"i don't know..they were different than like guns and stuff. they could like blast fire or something?" peter eyes saimi. she meets his gaze and raises her eyebrow—she should definitely talk to her dad about that. peter admires how pretty saimi looked despite being under the poor lighting of the apartment.

"h-how did you figure it out? have you known all this time?" peter shifts the subject. saimi bites her lip, trying to figure out what she could tell him and what she couldn't yet—what she didn't want to tell him yet.

"pretty much. i'm your best friend, peter. you think i wouldn't find this stuff out?" saimi chuckles. she examines his cut, deciding it wasn't deep enough to need stitches. peter gazes into her eyes for a moment, getting lost in them. both of their faces burned from peter's stare. saimi shifted on her feet a little.

"are you mad?"

"no. maybe a little..disappointed that you didn't tell us, but no i'm not mad." saimi rubs the alcohol over his cut. he doesn't wince though because of his heightened senses. peter frowns, getting hit with the disappointed card for the second time today.

"is that what you meant this morning about not falling in too deep? you said that because you knew?" peter questions and saimi glances at him. she looks away for a moment. peter wants to push further because he could tell there was something on her mind, but he knows better and doesn't ask on it.

"sort of. you'll understand..later.." saimi trails off. peter drops the subject for now because if she wanted him to know, she would tell him eventually. saimi moves to put the rubbing alcohol away and puts a bandaid over peter's gash. saimi brushes a hand through peter's hair and gives him a small smile which he returns gratefully.

"i'm sorry i showed up unannounced. i knew i couldn't go to aunt may because she'd definitely flip out if she found out." peter chuckles and so does saimi. they both knew all too well about aunt may and she would definitely freak out.

"it's alright. i'm glad you finally told us though. you may wanna check on ned though." saimi chuckles, glancing at the door where ned went out of. the two get up and saimi digs through some clothes peter left at her apartment for him to change into.

she lets him settle in and collect his thoughts while she goes to check on ned herself. saimi found him leaning against the railing staring down at the stairs.

"hey, you okay?" saimi asks, leaning against the railing too. ned glances at her, giving her a small smile and nodding.

"yeah, sorry. i just had to get some air. i can't believe peter is spider-man. that's honestly so cool." ned chuckles and saimi nods. she had to admit, peter being spider-man was really cool and kind of hot?—wait, no.

"when are you gonna tell him?" ned glances back at saimi after a moment of silence. she didn't need to ask what he was talking about, she already knew. saimi frowns slightly. she was really dreading the day she would have to because she's been keeping this secret much longer than peter's spider-man secret.

"soon, hopefully. i don't know..it's a lot to take in. i mean..let's not forget your reaction." saimi eyes ned and they both exchange a laugh.

"yeah, it is kind of weird. i mean one of my best friends is spider-man and the other is a literal avenger at fifteen years old." ned eyes her and saimi smiles. she picks at her finger nails slightly and ned puts a comforting arm on her shoulder.

"does this mean we can't finish building our lego death star?"

saimi laughs, a genuine one which is something she hasn't done in awhile. ned laughs too and the two stay there for a few more moments just taking everything in.

a new thought was now eating away at saimi's brain though. if more people found out her secret, she has a higher chance of putting them in danger and that was the last thing she wanted. even saimi and ned knowing peter was spider-man put them at a lot of risk now. there were some bad people out there that would do anything to take them out. literally.

[platonic-tony-stark]

Y/n: Great now my asshole hurts aswell

Tony: excuse me?!

Peter: Mr stark?!

Tony: you two had sex?

Y/n: nah his cooking gave me diarrhea plus bladder infection

Peter: Dude don't tell him that

[missbasicxxx]

Puppy-sitting | Peter Parker imagine

Your first thought when Tony first walked into your room with a little ball of fur underneath his arm was, ‘That’s weird. They don’t usually bring souvenirs.’ But then, you saw the ball squirm to reveal a brown head with floppy ears and immediately rushed to his side. 

“Gosh, Tony! What IS that?”

“It’s a long story and we’re already missing a few chapters.”

Tony sighed as he put down the little animal. You watched it squirm to stay close to Tony and look up at you with black round eyes. Instantly feeling your heart melt, you held out your hand with the hopes of it coming closer, but to your disappointment, it sat still, glued to Tony.

“It’s not a dog, if you were expecting it to lick your hand.”

You turned your attention back to Tony, pulling your hand back.

“Well, sure seems like it. What is it then?”

Tony squinted one eye as if to consider an appropriate answer, before slowly continuing.

“It was an accident, that’s for sure. It wasn’t even my fault if you come to think of it. The kid just jumped through the portal and you know how tricky magic is-”

“Don’t tell me you lost an avenger and brought home a therapy animal to get over it.”

Tony held up his hands in defence.

“We didn’t lose him, you see. He’s, right, here.” 

Your eyes widened as Tony pointed to the pup.

“Is this some kind of a joke? Come on, Tony. Tell me where this dog came from.”

Tony shook his head.

“I wish it was, y/n, I really do, but it’s not. You’re looking at the newest member of the Avengers, Spider-dog.”

You cocked your head towards the dog, still not believing him, and to your surprise, he bobbed his little head up and down as if to nod.

“But how? It doesn’t make sense. Did you try asking Dr. Strange?”

Tony shrugged.

“He’s just as confused as any of us. You know we were going to another planet to transfer a gem or whatever, I could never remember the name-”

“The Wand of Watoomb. Strange explained it like a thousand times. And?”

“Yeah, that. The native aliens didn’t like that at all and tried to escape through a portal so Mr. Magician sent in a spell after them to stop them, and the kid, being himself-”

Tony shot the dog a look and he whined and rubbed his head against Tony’s leg.

“-thought it was a good idea to go after them himself and jumped in with Strange’s spell right on his heels. Then Strange, trying to rescue the kid, sent in another counter spell. And from what the kid told us, or at least tried to tell us, the aliens shot beaming lights at him once they saw him on their trails-”

Tony stopped for a moment to bend down to the fidgeting puppy.

“-and this is what was left of him when we found him.”

And finished as he picked him up.

Still trying to make sense of Tony’s words, you brought your hand up to your forehead.

“And you can’t just reverse it?”

“I wanted to try it, but Strange said no. Something about the spells being too powerful.”

The little pup whined loudly as if to protest to Tony, but all he received was a stern ‘shush’.

You just shook your head, finding the situation extremely comical and yet devastating.

“So what are we going to do now?”

“Me, Banner, and Strange are going to try and figure out a way to get him back and in the mean time-”

Tony lifted the puppy and put him into your arms.

“-You’re on puppy-sitting duty.”

“What? Why?”

You practically shouted as you took hold of the little thing.

“Everybody knows you like dogs. You already asked five times to keep a family pet in the Avengers compound. And I doubt anybody in this building knows how to take care of an animal except for you.”

“Yeah, but I’ve got things to do-”

“No, you don’t. You’ve been off a lot of missions after we started dealing with paranormal events and you could use a bit of work in your hands.”

You grumbled. It was true. Since your expertise was mind games, it didn’t really come to much use when you were dealing with beings outside of your world. You still had some work in helping Fury and Hill, but none of the exciting stuff. All you did these days was tell the Avengers where to go.

And then you looked down at the small puppy in your arms. You have been really wanting a dog for some time now. Ever since you moved in with the Avengers, you never had the chance to keep one.

“And besides, the kid likes you-”

Tony was cut off by a loud yelp from the pup. 

“...I mean, it would be better for him too if you look after him. Let’s be real here, if I took him to Steve, he would walk his ass off every day.”

You shuddered at the thought of the captain and his enthusiasm for exercise. 

“I’ll take him.”

At your response, Tony clapped his hands together. 

“Great. Now that that’s settled, I’m gonna go down to the lab. We’ve got a lot of research ahead of us.”

“Wait!”

Tony raised his eyebrows as you put down the dog and motioned for him to lean in so that you can whisper into his ear.

“What’s his name again? I never really had a chance to talk to him, Spider-man, I mean.”

Tony pulled back, squinting at you, then at the dog, then back at you.

“It’s Peter. Peter Parker. And whispering doesn’t help, you know. He probably heard you.”

When you stared back, dumbfounded, Tony tapped on his ear.

“Super-hearing.”

You winced, muttering a short ‘sorry’ to Peter. You were never really good with names, but seeing his ears drop kind of broke your heart.

“Honestly, I don’t think he’d care if you gave him a new name. You kids sort yourselves out, ok? And Peter, be a good boy.”

And with that, you were left alone in your room with your new mission, looking after one spider-pup.

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Part 2

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AN: I’m not really totally satisfied how this turned out but it’s probably going to be a series so I’m hoping that it’ll get better? 😂Thanks for reading anyway and happy new year!

[kneedeepinfandoms]

Writing To The Void 🌾 Trailer

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[series masterlist]

I made this for today for Writing To The Void, but it may be pretty shit. As I have never made a wattpad trailer before. Hopefully, you guys like it. Also please try to excuse the watermark on it, lol.

[certifiedskywalker]

Academic Misgivings (Part One) - Peter Parker

Here it is! Part One!  Remember this is a Rivals-To-Lovers, slow burn story with a Fem!reader. This also takes place after Homecoming and before Endgame. FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED!

You and Peter Parker aren’t friends, but you’re not entirely enemy either. You don’t like him but he always tries to be nice to you.  He has everything you’ve ever wanted and you’ll do anything to show him that you can make it on your own. But can you?

Blood was pounding in your ears, heart thundering in your chest as if spurred to life by some angered beast. The sensation of tingling nerves as your hand seemingly hovered, magnetically drawn, over the buzzer. Adrenaline drove you through the thrill as Mr. Harrington’s monotone voice echoed in your skull. The question floated in your mind, seeking its own answers locked away between the neurons of your brain.

With a snap of synapse your whole being jolted. Your palm slammed on the buzzer so hard that the light within shuddered a violent red. Mr. Harrington’s brown eyes widened in shock at the sound but her quickly composed himself.

“Midtown?”

“What is the Fibonacci Spiral.”

“Correct!” Mr. Harrington rang a little bell and turned his back to you. Finally, you allowed yourself to breathe, although it felt more like a wild gasp of air.

“Figures,” you heard someone grumble behind you, but you were too caught up in rolling off the high of affirmation. The mounting joy was building like the apprehension of riders on a roller coasters first crest of a large hill.

“Great job, Y/N. You’ll be heading the B team in Chicago.” And there was the stomach sinking drop. No cheers filled your ears, only disappointed thoughts barraged your mind.

“The B team? Doesn’t my improvement push me up to the A team?” The rest of the academic decathlon team fell silent at your question. You didn’t have to turn around to know that all eyes were on you. Almost all eyes.

“Well we already have Mr. Parker leading A team. We need to keep our heaviest hitters spread out through the sets of questions.” Your hands curled into tight fists. It would take you and ‘Mr. Parker’ to even out the intellect on B team. You opened your mouth to say exactly that when the school library doors flew wide. A red faced, panting, Peter Parker had decided to show up. Now, all eyes were on you as you loomed over the table.

“So, so sorry, this won’t happen again, I promise,” Peter said, his bright eyes shifting from you to Mr. Harrington. The man peered at him through his thick rimmed glasses with an almost fatherly expression. Peter, like a scolded child, dropped his backpack next to the others and found an empty seat on the other table, opposite you.

“It better not,” despite the veiled threat, Mr. Harrington’s voice was soft. “We need you in Chicago Peter. You’re our secret weapon.” If it weren’t for Peter’s awkward laugh, everyone could have heard your eyes rolling in their sockets. Ever since you were both young, Peter Parker had never failed to show you up. If he wasn’t deemed superior under the circumstances, then you were put on an equal footing that always set you more on edge than his overwhelming victories.

For instance, there was the first grade summer reading program. The program itself was not, in name a contest; but as soon as the plump librarian dotted on the fact that you and Peter were ‘neck and neck’ with the amount of books you had both read, you drove yourself to collect on a phantom prize. At the end-of-summer reading palooza party hosted by the public library, the final count was drawn in a tie. You and Peter had read a grand total of 42 books a piece, a hefty sum for a couple of seven year olds.

Then there was the infamous war forged on the third grade front of Mrs. Davis’ classroom. The lovely lady taught science, arguably your favorite subject and Peter’s realm of fascination. Mrs. Davis had both you and Peter in her fifth hour class and would often call on either of you to run errands for her before lunch period. The battle to be her teacher’s pet was intense between you and Peter. It was only in fourth grade did you both learn that being a teacher’s pet was the worst thing anyone could be, ever. Nevertheless, the seeds of animosity had sprouted that year and sixth grade only serves to nourish the growth.

The second year of middle school had not only stirred up the beginnings of puberty but also supplied an outlet for your budding hostility towards your academic rival. You weren’t one for physical education, much preferring a good book than a good jog, but dodge-ball was a godsend. Peter was as lanky as a stick bug, making him a smaller target but that also meant he couldn’t throw very far either. The dodge-ball intramural championship gave you your very first win against district-wide admiration of Peter Parker.

Despite how tall and suddenly handsome Peter had gotten over Summer break, your jealousy towards him remained. The flames were only stoked when girls would, happily, go up to talk to him, compliment him. Burning with envy, for which party, that you were unsure of, you finally talked to Peter. All years past, your competition to outdo each other had been silent. Not a word had passed between you before seventh grade and it only served to anger you further.

Peter was kind. So kind that he made you feel like your bitter rivalry had been one sided. Further fueled, you competed against him in a school hosted trivia night. However, the fates seemed to be against your thirst for conquest because you and Peter ended up on the same team. Granted, that team had won, but between you and Peter, no winner was named.

This fervent yet unspoken clash continued to grow as you both entered high-school. Freshman year had consisted of fighting to see which one of you would join the academic decathlon team first. Peter had made the A team and you the B team. The results presented a persistent conflict between you and the boy genius that had followed up to the current Junior year. Was it childish? Perhaps. Were you ever going to admit that? No.

The sound of a loud practice buzzer went off, breaking you out of your reflection.  When you looked up at the table opposite, your jaw clenched. Of course it had been Peter to answer the question. His friend, Ned, clapped him on the shoulders and you felt your own tense up.

“Correct, as always, Mr. Parker.” Mr. Harrington changed the score on the board and you felt your skin crawl. Peter was always the star pupil, no matter how well you performed in his absence. “Alright next question. Hypertrichosis is colloquially known by this name…”

The meat of your palm stung when it impacted with the buzzer. “What is Werewolf Syndrome.”

“Correct!”

You smiled smugly, reclining back in the uncomfortable chairs that, on some vile whim, the school board had deemed perfect for the campus library. Ready to gauge Peter’s disappointment in himself, you spared a glance his way. You found his brown eyes on you, lips offered you half of a smile. You wanted to gag. The role of team player had never suited you, but Peter worn it well like the clothes on his back.

“Well, that ties up our practice scores!” Your head seemed to spin out of your control as you snapped your gaze to the white, erase marker board Mr. Harrington was holding up. Just once, that was all you wanted, to win. “That gives me the opportunity to talk about the trip to Chicago.”

A chorus of limited cheers and apprehensive stares flooded the room. MJ finally looked up from her book at the news of the field trip. Some of the team was still reeling from their last one. Washington had been a great victory if you ignored how they almost died afterwards.

“It’s gonna be fun guys!” A cheerful cry from Betty, a lovely blonde sophomore. She hadn’t been on the trip to Washington. Flash, how was sitting beside you, let out a snicker at the younger girl’s optimism.

“That’s right, thank you, Betty,” Mr. Harrington continued, “sadly, due to budget cuts, we will be taking a smaller bus this time. Pack lightly and tell your parents that you will be safe. Everyone signed the waivers, yes?” Most of the team spoke up in response. “Great. Now remember, meet at the front doors at five fifty-five. We’ll be leaving the school at six.”

“So much for the healthy, professionally recommended eight hours of sleep,” MJ remarked, bringing a smile to your lips. You had never had a long conversation with her, but from what experiences you did have with MJ, you took her to be the wittiest person you had ever met. Much to your amusement, that same wit had a tiring effect on Mr. Harrington who, after MJ’s critique, promptly dismissed the team.

You stood swiftly and began to gather your things. The team had a bad habit of stacking bags on top of one another, so it took a moment for you to find you backpack. Once you dug it out of the stack of bags, you spun on your heel and nearly fell face-first into Peter.

“Oh, s-”

“Watch it, Parker,” you snap before the blush on your cheeks became too visible. he warmth from his body had dulled the flames of embarrassment for a moment before you had realized how close you were to him. You didn’t give Peter a chance to reply as you pushed past him. Luckily, it seemed that no one had noticed the dusting of pink along your face.

The white-hot soreness was put to rest by the crisp afternoon breeze of New York. While Midtown School of Science and Technology wasn’t in the heart of the city, it was close enough to the bay where, every now and then, a gentle breeze would carry off from the water. Such a gust was especially felt after school when the sun was no longer at its peak. The receding sunshine made for a cool walk home.

You adjusted the straps of your bag more securely over your shoulders, hoping to keep your mind off of the moment before. Any interaction with Peter had the innate gift of setting you on edge. You clenched your jaw as you walked, the grinding of your teeth drowning out the pestering thoughts of him. However the one sound that wasn’t overshadowed was the quick pattering of feet on the length of sidewalk behind you.

“Y/N! Wait up!’ You turned your head for a brief moment and, after recognizing the figure chasing after you, you picked up your pace. “Y/N!”

“Not now, Flash, I have stuff to do!” You felt a hand grab your wrist and you stopped in place. Glaring at your peer, you yanked your hand away.

“It will only take a moment.” Teeth gritted, you stared at him.

“It better be worth it.”

Flash gave you a startlingly smug grin as you followed him into a nearby coffee shop. He ordered some absurdly complicated mocha-cappuccino concoction before you both found a secluded table. If it weren’t for the circumstances, you would have enjoyed the shop. It was painted a calming sea-blue and littered with antiques of all sorts. The interior gave off a relaxed aura that was brutally interrupted when Flash sat in front of you as he stirred an alarming amount of sugar in his already frothy drink.

“Alright, I have a proposition for you,” Flash said, placing his coffee stirrer on a napkin. 

“A proposition? What are you, a mob boss?”

“Nah,” Flash said coolly as he waved his hand in dismissal, “just a boss in general.” You had to keep yourself from gagging as he continued. “It’s clear to me, everyone really, that you’re not Peter Parker’s biggest fan.”

You let out an amused huff. “Really? You’ve noticed?”

“Neither am I,” Flash said, having ignored your remark. “Which is why I extend an olive branch to you.”

“What does this olive branch entail?” You leaned forward with a quirked brow, eyeing Flash. He had your attention.

“You want to be on A team, as do I. No one can move up with Peter sitting there with his other nerd friends. With the right manner of,” Flash leaned close to whisper, “sabotage, we can both get what we want.”

“Sabotage?” You leaned back in your seat, eyes skirted the features of the weasel before you. What Flash was selling was enticing, but the idea of stooping to his level was wholly unappealing. Or perhaps it was the prospect of playing dirty that appalled you, the risk of actually hurting Peter maybe. You shook your head. “Not interested.”

“Hold on, hold on, you haven’t heard my plan yet,” Flashed raised his hands to calm you, keep you listening. “One of us would befrien-”

“Really, not interested Flash,” you interrupted as you stood up from your seat. “I don’t need to ‘sabotage’ him, I’m better than him.”

“Judging by your stable and steady position on the B team, it seems like you might not be.” Rage, pure, unadulterated rage flooded your body and turned your sight red. You turned to glare at Flash before you stomped out of the coffee shop.

You didn’t need him, you thought as the cool air hit your face once more, don’t need anyone. For you entire life, you had been going it alone so what was something more? You would show Flash and, hopefully, Peter. That leading spot on the A team was going to be yours.

“Y/N, hold on! I’m sorry, but please, listen!” You kept walking and, when he realized he was being ignored, Flash hurried to your side. “If you don’t to sabotage him, can we at least train together? If we’re like really good maybe the city can organize for us to meet Spiderman or even Iron Man! He gave that internship to Parker of all people so maybe-”

“What is it with you and Spiderman?” You countered, hoping to get off the road of this conversation with a well-worn detour.

“I dunno, he’s just….he’s like really cool! Did I ever tell you about the time at Homecoming he took my car?! It was-”

“You told everyone about that,” you grumbled, clearly annoyed. “Why don’t you find someone that doesn’t know that story, yeah?”

You took advantage of his silence and darted quickly down the block. Flash’s strength of talking when no one wanted him to was also his greatest weakness. One that could be easily exploited if you were in need of a getaway. Home was just a few more blocks down.

As you rounded a corner, you nearly ran into a couple walking by. The man’s arm was lazily slung over the woman’s shoulder, who smiled so brightly it was almost like she had been paid to do it. The couple exchanged giggles as you passed by and your heart sank. It had been normal for you to be so painfully focused on the academic side of your life that you had neglected almost every other facet of it. That included romance.

Peter and his ridiculously large brain and his shy little smile took up far too much of your time for you to have even entertained a relationship. Books and trivia apps were your closest friends. Your family was a different story altogether. From the moment Peter Parker walked into your life, everything had changed. You imagined his life had changed too.

As you walked, a shadow fluttered over the length of sidewalk before you. Ever so curious, you looked up to see a man swinging from building to building; Spiderman, specifically. He was hard to miss with the bright red suit and flailing limbs, spindly like his name sake. The powered man looked just as you remembered him from the first time you had seen him. Up close, he had looked more like a boy than man as he safely loaded you and the rest of the team in the elevator inside the Washington Monument on solid ground.

It all felt like a distant memory as the apartment complex you called home came into sight. Everything that last year had felt clean and safe, perfectly juxtaposed to life now. Spiraled out of control, you had once said to your mother. She hadn’t responded and you knew that she wouldn’t. You climbed the steps, as the elevator was out of order, all the way to the eighth story.

By the time you had unlocked the door, your feet ached for respite. As you kicked off your shoes, the sound of them as they hit the floor echoed in through the apartment. There was no carry-over bustle from the streets. The exposed brick bore no life in the form of family portraits. No one was home except for you and your thoughts; as usual.

You woke the next morning at five. Luckily, before you had fallen asleep, you had enough foresight to pack for the Chicago trip. Textbooks to read during the drive, clothes for the three day stay, and your favorite green sweatshirt already thrown over your loose t-shirt. From the last trip, you had learned to wear comfy clothes for long bus drives. The twelve hours from the school to Chicago was the perfect excuse to dress lazily.

From the near-empty fridge, you grabbed snacks and bottled water for the road. Already, the idea of competing with the highest ranked schools in The Windy City made your stomach churn. With the twisting nerves, you decided to skip breakfast. A poor choice, you soon realized as you lugged your bag down the seemingly endless flights of stairs.

By the time five fifty-five rolled around, you were sweaty from the trek from your home to the school. Mr. Harrington looked exhausted but the ever spry young Literature teacher, Ms. Lauren, chattered away to the team as they boarded the small bus.

“Ok kids, I know you’re tired, but put your bags in the back of the bus so we can easily unpack it when we get to the hotel.” You wondered if Ms. Lauren happened to be a morning person or if the large, travel mug of coffee held tight in her hands had anything to do with her wide smile.

Once your bag was stacked with the rest, you settled in a seat towards the front. MJ’s mass of curls popped up in a seat nearby, her sneaker-clad feet hung out in the aisle. Ned and Betty, the blonde sophomore, idly chatted, talking about the last time they had been up so early. Late, as usual, Peter Parker made his way on the bus.

“You’re lucky this wasn’t practice, peebag,” Flash sneered when Peter walked past him. The skinny boy dragged a suitcase behind him, one of the front pockets unzipped showed a type of red workout shirt. Or at least you assumed as much, judging by the look of the material.

“Hi Peter,” Ned greeted loudly, making you crane your neck to glare in their direction. It was much too early for pleasantries.

“Hey, Ned,” Peter said quietly as he added his bag to the pile. He gave Betty a nod of greeting before working his way back to the front of the bus. He stopped beside MJ’s seat, just in front of you. “Can I?”

MJ only glared in response, her legs remained sprawled lengthwise along the seat. Peter sighed and turned to look for any other empty seat. As he did, the rather crabby looking bus driver had slammed the bus door shut. The small bus jolted and Peter gripped the edge of your seat tightly, as he kept from falling.

“Is this seat taken?” Peter asked you, his tried looking brown eyes met your gaze in earnest. You stared back at him, mouth parted as your mind tried to register what was happening. It seemed that Fate was against you once more.

“Sit down kid!” The gravelly voiced of the bus driver reached your ears and pulled you back to the present. Locked eyes tore away from Peter’s as you moved. You scooted down the bus seat until your side was pressed up against the window. Peter said a soft ‘thank you’ but you were much too peeved to reply. You hoped that if you pressed your cheek against the cool surface of the window that the blush that had burned into your skin would fade. No such luck.

However, what it did cool, was your heated thoughts. A dull ache that had plagued you since you had wakened vanished. Finally at some sort of ease, you allowed yourself to close your already hooded eyes. You felt warmth as you drifted off to sleep, a safety you hadn’t had in a long time.

Whether it was the jolt or the sunlight filtering through the slightly grimy bus window that woke you, you were unsure. All you knew was that you were comfortable. Slowly, your eyes opened as you cringed against the rising sun. It couldn’t have been more than a few hours since you had left, but tiredness still seeped into your bones.

It was when the sounds of snickering filled yours ears that you awoke fully. The telltale sound of a phone’s digital camera shutters clicked off and you were thrown into a frenzy of embarrassment as you realized why you were so comfortable in the first place. As if his body had burned you, you pulled your head away from Peter’s shoulder. You narrowly avoided knocking skulls thanks to an alarming quick reaction on Peter’s part.

“What?!” Your shout caused the growing crowd around you and Peter to scurry off.

“Ar-Are you okay?” Peter’s soft brown eyes met yours and held the utmost, disgusting amount of concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine. The bus jus-just jolted,” you grumbled in reply. Peter nodded but you knew that he knew it was a lie. You had never been quite good at lying.

“Oh, o-okay,” Peter murmured before he fumbled with his phone. You rested the side of your face against the window once more and watched other cars race by. Silently you hoped that the movement would keep you awake. Out of the corner of your eye, you observed Peter as he attempted to untangle his earbuds. He gave up halfway through and put the small speakers in his ears. The cover art on his lockscreen read ‘Bastille’ in bold white font. Of course he had good taste in music too, you thought bitterly.

The twelve hour drive dwindled down to it’s final hours, marked but the periodic buzzing of Peter’s phone on his lap. After it went off three times in a row you looked at in annoyance and hoped Peter would take the hint. The notification was a text from MJ with nondescript emojis, including the squirt gun one. Peter didn’t seem to have noticed your glare and happily responded to the messages.

You let out an audible groan at the sight of his smile. The boyish, upwards quirk of his lips was nothing short of adorable and it physically pained you. Not only was Peter Parker smart and seemingly kind, but he was cute too. As well, at least from what you assumed from the messages, taken by one of the smartest girls in school. It simply wasn’t fair.

“Is Pissbag Parker annoying you?” Flash’s voice crept up from the seat behind you and made you jump slightly in your seat. Before you replied, Peter plucked out an earbud.

“Is everything okay?”

“You being too loud? Y/N here doesn’t seem to happy.” Flash’s taunts seemed to frighten Peter as he looked to you.

“N-No I’ve been quiet this whole time,” he stammered. Flash rolled his eyes and opened his mouth with a readied retort. You took the pause and stepped in.

“Peter’s been fine, Flash. A more agreeable bus partner than you are to John.” You gestured over to the skinny, black-haired boy Flash was sat beside. “Why don’t you be quiet?”

“Alright,” Flash said as he sat back down in his seat. You groaned again and turned back, only to have locked eyes with Peter once more.

“What? He was being annoying,” you said, justifying your rudeness.

“Y-yeah, n-no it’s jus-” Peter was cut off by a buzz. His phone lit up in his hand. Another message from MJ. You bit the inside of your cheek to quell the jealousy, but your envy spilled out before you could stop it.

“You better answer that,” you snapped before you settled back against the window. You let out a huff and hoped silently that the next few hours of the drive would go by quickly. It was torture, being sat next to Peter Parker and knowing full well just how more complete he was than you. Or, maybe it was the fact he was complete without you.

What do you think, my friends?? I hope you liked the first installment! I promise this story picks up, it’s a slow burn, like I said!

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The boy from work - Peter Parker

summary: y/n flirts with the cute boy from work

warnings: fluff!!

a/n: cute blurb, I rly like how this turned out so I might turn it into a two parter if you guys like it!

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“Hey Pete,” you smiled at the boy who walked into work. You knew of him a little bit since you went to the same school, but you never had any classes together. He was really nice, very funny and it was a nice bonus that he was extremely cute. 

“What’s up Y/n!” He said stopping in front of the counter smiling. 

“Living the dream, scooping ice cream.” You joked, wanting to see him laugh. 

He smiled and laughed shyly, honestly he wasn’t very used to pretty girls giving him attention. 

“I’m just gonna put my stuff down,” he said pointing behind his shoulder.

“Okay!” You smiled. 

Peter came back to the front with his apron on. “Do anything fun last night?” He asked trying to make light conversation since the shop was dead. 

“Nope, just did some homework. How about you?” You asked. 

“Same, just stayed inside all night.” He lied. He was patrolling all night but he wasn’t gonna tell you that. 

“Hi, what can I get you?” You smiled at the customer with bright eyes. “Okay! I love that flavor by the way,” You said while scooping their ice cream. Peter loved when he got to work with you. He admired how you could be so nice to everyone even when you were at some boring job. It was nice to be around someone so positive when he’s seen the worst things a person could see, it reminded him why he did what he did. 

“Sprinkles? Yeah okay hold on let me grab them real quick,” you said turning around. You reached up to an unnecessarily high shelf to grab them. 

 “Oh let me help you,” Peter offered. He stood behind you and put his arm right behind yours to grab them. You turned around so you were face to face with him.

“Um, thanks!” You said, lingering a little too long and breaking the close contact you had with him. 

You finished with the customer and turned to Peter. 

“Oh hey, I noticed that you walk to work. I can totally give you a ride home, wouldn’t want you to get mugged.” You joked. 

“I think I’d be okay if I got mugged,” he laughed. “B- but yea if it’s not too much trouble I’d love a ride from you,” 

Those words made you smile, “from you.” you thought. “Sounds good!” You flashed him a smile. “I just gotta tell my dad I’m giving you a ride so he doesn’t worry.” 

Y/n: Hey dad, I’m giving Peter a ride home, he lives in Queens though so I won’t be home too late. 

Tony: Okay sounds good sweetie <3

Tony: Wait WHAT

Y/n: He’s just someone I work with. Be home later! 

“Okay he’s good with it.” You told Peter. 

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Over the past few days of working with Peter you’d give him a ride home, but today Pepper dropped you off. 

“Hey Pete!” You waved at him. “Oh by the way, my step mom dropped me off today so I can’t give you a ride, I was just gonna walk home.” 

“Oh no problem,” He said with a hint of worry in his voice. “Let me walk you home, y/n. It’s the least I can do for you since you’ve been giving me rides.” 

“Oh okay, thanks Peter!” You said. “You sure you’ll be okay walking to your place alone?” 

He smiled lightly, “Yeah I think I’ll be okay.” 

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The tower was right around the block when you pulled Peter to the side. “Okay there’s probably something I should tell you.” You said worried, with you brows furrowed and arms crossed. 

Peter responded with a worried look. 

“My dad is Tony Stark, you know, genius billionaire playboy philanthropist. Uh- Iron Man.”

“Uh, yeah I know.” Peter responded looking at the ground. 

“What?” You said, taken aback. 

“Um, well everyone in school knows your last name, and I kind of work for him?” 

“Ohhh! You’re the Peter who has an internship with him? Why haven’t I ever seen you at the tower?” 

“My work is mostly uh- on the field.” He looked down. 

You nodded. “And I guess I just never thought people paid attention to my last name.” You shrugged. 

“What do you mean! You’re like, so popular! You’re a Stark!” Peter said excitedly, fascinated that you didn’t know how famous you were at school. 

“Yeah, I’m a Stark.” You said annoyed. 

“No, y/n I didn’t mean it like that, just people know who you are, I guess.” 

“I guess it would just be nice to not question if my friends really liked me or if they just wanted to be seen with me.” You said, getting kind of deep with someone you barely knew. Something about Peter made you feel comfortable. 

“Hey, you’ll never have to question that with me okay?” Peter said, putting his hand on your shoulder. 

“Thanks Peter,” You said sweetly. “Hey um, put my number into your phone, maybe we can hang out outside of work some time?” You asked, kind of nervous for some reason. 

“I don’t know, scooping ice cream is already pretty fun.” Peter joked while taking your phone and putting his number in. 

“I don’t know, scooping ice cream isn’t my ideal version of a date,” you said bravely. 

Peter looked up at you with wide eyes and blushed, “Oh! Uh yeah! Me neither.” He said trying to pretend like he wasn’t freaking out that the most beautiful girl just asked him out. 

“Well I’ll see you later Pete,” you said walking into the front doors of the tower. “For our date.” You smiled.

“Yeah, our date.” He said back to you, blushing and grinning from ear to ear.