Summary:When you and Peter begin working on an assignment for your Child Development class and Morgan overhears your discussions, she starts to think that you and Peter are actually expecting a baby, leading to a lot of confusion and a very pissed off Tony.
Word Count:3.8k
Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth, swearing, typos
a/n: just something nice and fluffy before the last chapter of bty comes out and crushes everyone’s souls
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“MJ is so pissed,” Peter laughed as the two of you walked hand in hand into the penthouse of the tower, “she said Flash has already made three misogynistic remarks and eight ‘that’s what she said’ jokes.”
“Oh god,” you chuckled, “she’s gonna kill him.”
Peter’s phone buzzed again, “nine jokes,” he updated with a smile, texting her back a frowny face.
“I’m just glad we got paired together,” you said as you set your backpack on the kitchen counter, “I mean imagine if you got paired with Flash… or worse, if I got paired with Flash.” You grimaced at the thought.
“Flash was ten times more likely to wind up dead if he got paired with you rather than MJ, so I’d say he’d be the one with the short end of the stick there,” Peter joked, setting his bag next to yours as you rooted through the fridge for some juice.
“You’re right,” you agreed with a smile, “besides, it would never come to that because you would do the gentlemanly thing and switch partners with me, right?”
You turned to Peter with apple juice in your hand. Peter wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Aw babe,” he cooed, “no chance in hell.”
You pulled away with a laugh, setting the apple juice on the counter behind you, “You’re lucky you’re so cute, Parker,” you smiled.
Peter’s cheeks flushed pink as you looked up at him and batted your eyelashes. He smiled down at you, flicking his eyes between your gaze and your plush lips, just begging for a kiss.
“What?” you asked coyly, bringing your hand up to the back of his head and playing with the curls that grew there.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Peter muttered as he leaned into you and your temptress ways, “we need to work on our project soon.”
“Mhm,” you hummed, “and?”
“You’redistracting me,” Peter’s breath was minty on your face as he spoke, lips inching closer to yours.
“Am not,” you bit your lip.
Peter leaned in fully, closing the gap between the two of you, but just when his lips met yours—ding! The elevator door opened.
“Hands off my daughter, Underoos,” Tony said, not even looking up from his phone as he walked into the penthouse.
Peter immediately took a huge step away from you, quickly busying himself with getting glasses from the cabinet for the apple juice.
“Dad,” you groaned, walking over to your backpack to get your computer and homework out, “I thought you were in Spain.”
“It was Prague,” Tony corrected, “and I just got off the jet. Is this what you guys do whenever I leave?” He asked, looking up from his phone and pointing between you and Peter with a disgusted look on his face.
“N-No, of course not, Mr. Stark—” Peter began, turning towards his mentor, but you cut him off.
“Only if there’s no one else home,” you shrugged. Peter snapped his head towards you and widened his eyes, “What?” you held your hands up in defense, “There’s no point in lying.”
Tony pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long sigh, “I hate teenagers,” he groaned as he walked away towards the living room.
“That… went surprisingly better than I thought it would,” Peter noted as he set your glass of apple juice next to your notes.
“He’s tired,” you said, “we’ll probably get a stern talking to about protection and all that later. Or better yet, he’ll have Steve give us the lecture,” you grimaced at the thought.
“I can’t go through another one of those talks,” Peter groaned, taking a seat next to you at the counter, “May found the condoms I bought before I got a chance to put them away and every time she mentioned sex during the entire conversation she called it “fornicating”.”
You laughed and elbowed Peter’s arm, “I’ll do you one better,” you proposed, “Steve still refers to it as “fonduing”.” You wiggled your eyebrows at Peter as you said it, making him laugh along with you.
After your laughter died down you pulled up the assignment you were given on your computer, “Okay,” you began, “Mrs. Horn said that we’re getting the dolls on Monday so this weekend we have to have typed out a birth plan, daily schedule, and list of notable child physicians in the area that we could go to.”
“Okay,” Peter nodded, opening his laptop as well, “what do you want to start first?”
“Birth plan probably,” you began typing on a shared document with Peter, “she said it has to be at least one page and include alternate plans for worst-case scenarios. So we should do our regular birth plan and then we could do one like if something bad were to happen.”
You began typing out the plan of what you would want to do if you were really having a baby. Peter watched as you wrote out all of the plans, taking note of how quickly you seemed to figure this all out.
“This feels so weird,” Peter mumbled.
“What do you mean?” you asked, looking over at him.
“It feels kind of real,” he explained, “like, have you thought about this?”
“Not particularly,” you shrugged, “I mean, sometimes. I just think logically I will probably have kids, so it’s good to know ahead of time how I want them to come into the world and how I plan to raise them and all that jazz.”
“Yeah,” Peter nodded.
“Do you want to change anything on here?” you asked, “I mean, it’s your kid too.” you joked, nudging Peter slightly.
“N-No,” Peter shook his head, “it all looks really good,” he smiled, mesmerized by the thought of having children with you and starting a family one day.
Of course, it was way too early to even think of that, let alone make plans for it, but knowing that you also thought about these scenarios made Peter’s heart soar.
He’d always felt—at least in some small part of him—like your feelings for each other were one-sided. Or maybe not one-sided completely, but at least he thought that he loved you more or cared about your relationship more than you did. But this project you’d been given was easing those worries little by little. It might not have meant nearly as much to you, but to Peter, it meant the world to know that you thought of the future like this. Possibly a future with him.
“Oh, and names,” you said, looking up from your laptop to Peter, “one boy name and one girl name since Mrs. Horn is randomly assigning the babies to each pair so we won’t know if we get a boy or a girl until Monday.”
“That’s dumb,” Peter said, “don’t people usually know beforehand? So they can know what clothes to buy and stuff.”
“Yeah, but I guess some people like surprises like that,” you shrugged, “I would want to know as soon as possible.”
“Mhm,” Peter agreed.
“Okay, so names,” you started typing out a section for that on the document, “any ideas?”
“Hm,” Peter thought about it for a moment, “how about Hans, like from Star Wars.”
“Wow,” you nodded, “even for our fake kid I hate it.”
Peter shook his head, “Well what do you want to name it?”
“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “even though this is all fake and stuff, it’s good practice. That’s why we took the class—”
“We also both needed another elective credit,” Peter mumbled.
“So I don’t just want to pick some random names and be done with it,” you explained.
“Well,” Peter began, “if I had a girl, I’d want to name her May because May has always been such a big part of my life. I’d want to honor her by doing that.”
“Okay,” you nodded with a smile, “I really like that. Want to add a middle name?”
“You can pick.”
“I like Louise,” you typed it out, “she’s my favorite character in Bob’s Burgers,” you smiled.
“Perfect,” Peter agreed, “and for a boy?”
“Anthony?” you asked, “After my dad, and then Ben for a middle name, after your uncle,” you typed it out as you spoke before looking up at Peter, “what d’you think?”
“I-I really like that,” Peter nodded, a small smile dancing on his lips.
“Okay,” you closed your laptop, “that’s enough for one day. We can look for child physicians tomorrow.”
Ding! As you and Peter finished up your work in the kitchen, Morgan was just coming up to the penthouse, just now returning from school herself.
“Hey little miss,” you smiled when you saw her, but you frowned when you saw the small pout on her face, “what’s wrong?”
“‘M not any good at kindergarten,” Morgan pouted, “I messed up reading during read-aloud time.”
“That’s okay, Morg,” you tried to reassure her, “one mistake doesn’t mean that you’re not good at something. Peter makes mistakes all the time, but he’s still a really good Avenger,” you said, patting your boyfriend on the shoulder.
“Yeah, I always make mistakes,” Peter nodded, “but it helps because then I learn from them and fix them, and then I do better. (Y/N) makes mistake too—”
“Don’t lie to her, babe,” you cooed, pinching Peter’s cheek.
“It’s not the same,” Morgan walked over to you and climb into the barstool next to yours, “everyone laughed at me.”
“Wealways laugh at Peter,” you told her, “remember when he ran into the window?”
A smile crept its way onto Morgan’s face, “Yeah,” she nodded.
“And that’s how Peter learned that we have the windows cleaned every Thursday,” you explained with a smile, “and it was funny.”
“Not for me,” Peter whined from beside you, “I broke my nose.”
Morgan giggled as you began to tickle her, “And he broke his nose,” you laughed, “that’s way worse than messing up read aloud.”
“Yeah,” Morgan agreed, laughing along with you.
“I don’t like how you’ve chosen to console her,” Peter mumbled.
“Aw,” you cooed, placing your hand over Peter’s, “it’s okay, baby. It was just a mistake, right Morg?”
“Mhm,” Morgan nodded.
“And it’s not a big deal or worth being upset over, right?” you nudged Peter.
“Right,” he smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead.
“Okay,” you looked down at your sister, “now run along, Peter and I still have some homework to finish. Dad just got home so he’s probably in the living room watching TV.”
“Okay,” Morgan hopped down from the counter and ran off down the hall.
“You’re really good with kids,” Peter said as he looked at you with admiration.
“So are you,” you smiled at him, “I’m glad I can shit on you to make her feel better,” you joked. Peter laughed and wrapped his arm around you, “I hope I can count on you to let me do that when it’s our kids.”
“Anything for you,” Peter said, pressing a kiss to your lips.
You hummed against his lips, before pulling away, “Don’t try to seduce me when my family is in the other room.”
“Hey,” Peter complained, “if anything, it’s you that does the seducing.”
“I’m about to go to my room to finish my homework,” you pulled away from him, “do you really want that to be the last thing you said before we move to my room?”
Peter quickly shook his head, “No, definitely not. I love you, you’re perfect, you can do no wrong.”
“Aw,” you smiled, “you’re too sweet.”
You began to gather your things as did Peter so you could both head to your room.
“Are you excited to take care of a baby for a week?” Peter asked as you began walking down the hall.
“Kind of,” you shrugged, “I mean, I think it’s honestly gonna be one of the most hand-on assignments ever, which I’m not exactly thrilled about because of our busy schedules. Like, when we really have a baby, it would be when we’re ready and can make time for it. Ideally, at least.”
Peter’s heart skipped a beat when you said “we”, as in, you and him, having children together. His heart was already so full when he looked at you, he couldn’t imagine the love and joy he’d feel when looking at you round with his baby or holding his children in your arms. This project was truly putting many things into perspective for him and forcing him to think about his future.
“Yeah,” Peter agreed, “not to mention the crying. It’s gonna be so loud and nonstop.”
“I didn’t pay attention at all when we went over the different cries in class,” you admitted, “so we might have to try everything to get the doll to shut up.” you joked.
“You mean to get our very loved baby to soothe,” Peter corrected, “doesn’t this thing also record us?”
“No,” you shook your head, “I don’t think that’s allowed. If so, Mrs. Horn is gonna be in for a real treat. More like Mrs. Horny—”
“Please stop.”
“Also,” you said, “I haven’t told anyone about this project yet, so nobody’s gonna be prepared for this next week of hell.”
“Well, better get to it,” Peter said, “gotta tell your dad he’s gonna be a grandpa,” he joked.
“Yeah and Morgan that she’ll be a little auntie.”
Little did you and Peter know, you were both passing Morgan’s room, whose door was open a crack. The little girl was playing with her dolls when she heard the two of you pass by. “Gotta tell your dad he’s gonna be a grandpa” “Yeah and Morgan that she’ll be a little auntie.”
Morgan set her dolls down and raced to the door to hear more of the conversation, but you and Peter were already down the hall and in your room.
Her little lip began to wobble at the thought of you and Peter having a baby right now. She didn’t really understand what that meant, but she knew that it meant everything would change and that wasn’t something she was prepared for. She stood in the doorway of her room for a moment before she did what any six-year-old would do when they were about to cry; she ran to her dad.
“Daddy! Daddy!” Morgan cried as she ran into the living room, where Tony was half asleep on the couch with Pepper by his side, who had just gotten home from work. Sam, Bucky, and Natasha were also there, just in the other room discussing details for a mission they were going to go on. One that they planned to invite you and Peter to join.
“Huh?” Tony woke with a start as Morgan jumped into his arms, tears streaming down her face.
“What’s wrong, honey?” Pepper looked worriedly as Morgan buried her face into her dad’s shirt. She ran her hand up and down the little girl’s back soothingly.
“What’s the commotion?” Sam asked, walking into the room with Natasha and Bucky, “Who hurt our favorite fun-sized Stark?”
“Morg,” Tony tried to calm her down, “what happened? Are you hurt?”
Morgan shook her head quickly, “No,” she cried, “I’m just sad. I don’t want everything to change.”
“What do you mean, sweetie?” Natasha questioned softly.
“(Y/N) a-and Petey are go-gonna have a b-baby,” Morgan sobbed as she spoke, hardly getting the words out, “and t-then everything with change because y-you’ll all be too busy with the new baby!”
Pepper looked up at Tony who looked at Pepper with the same expression of complete confusion.
“Honey,” Pepper cooed, “(Y/N) and Peter are not having a baby. Why would you think that?”
“They said they are!” Morgan yelled defensively, growing more upset now that everyone was looking at her like she was crazy.
Sam looked over and Bucky and Natasha who just shrugged.
“Maybe they said that in the future they might want to have kids,” Natasha said, “but that doesn’t mean that they’re gonna have a baby now.” she tried to explain.
“No,” Morgan shook her head, “they’re having a baby now,” she was very adamant about it.
“Why do you think that, Morg?” Tony asked.
“Because (Y/N) said that she would have to tell me that I’m gonna be an auntie. I don’t want to be an auntie! I want to be the baby.” Morgan began to cry harder, “A-And Peter said that they were g-gonna tell you that y-you’ll be a grandpa! I don’t want you to be a grandpa, I want you to be my daddy still!”
Tony thought about it as Morgan cried in his arms. You and Peter were insanely touchy with each other. He knew for a fact that you and he have already fondued, and he also never had the safe sex talk with either of you yet—part of him hoping that you two weren’t stupid enough to not be safe. But the more Morgan cried in his arms, the more he thought about all the times he caught Peter coming out of your room at two in the morning, all the times Peter had set off the security alarms by sneaking into the tower at one in the morning, all the pieces of dirty laundry that belonged to Peter that also got mixed in with yours, and worst of all—all of the times you texted him letting him know that you were going to stay the night at Peter’s.
“Oh my God,” Tony wrapped his arms around Morgan tighter to make her feel comforted, “she’s right. I think (Y/N) might be pregnant.” he looked over at Pepper who was shaking her head at him.
“Tony,” she chided, “don’t feed into this. Morgan is just having a rough day, and you’re exhausted. This isn’t a good topic for discussion right now. If (Y/N) really was pregnant she’d tell us.”
“Maybe she just hasn’t yet,” Tony defended, “I mean, seriously, do you know how many times I’ve caught them doing it.”
“Hundreds,” Bucky nodded in understanding.
“Don’t even get me started on the fact that Peter talks in his sleep,” Sam began to laugh as he mocked him, “oh (Y/N), right there. Oh, so good baby. Feels so go—”
Natasha quickly cut him off with a slap.
“Oh my God,” Tony groaned, leaning his head to rest on the back of the couch, “this can’t be happening. Please tell me (Y/N) didn’t let this happen—”
“Tony stop,” Pepper scolded him, “you’re being ridiculous.”
“Pep,” Tony nodded down to Morgan who was still crying softly in his arms, “Morgan’s not a liar. I’m sure she heard correctly, and those two teenagers,” he pointed a thumb down the hall to where your room was, “they’re like rabbits. All day and night.”
Natasha grimaced, “Okay, I think this is getting a little out of hand,” she said, “let’s just ask them. Calmly.” she added, seeing the way Tony was already on his feet, ready to let you and Peter have it.
“Yeah, yeah,” Tony waved her off, already heading towards your bedroom.
“Did you put that you didn’t want an epidural?” Peter questioned as he read over the document, “doesn’t that like, hurt though?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, “but I’m tough. I mean, I literally got shot in the shoulder last month and still had to haul your ass to safety.”
“Still,” Peter shurgged, “I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to get the epidural.”
“I don’t want to be all drugged up when I meet my baby,” you explained, “like sometimes people are so dopey from the epidural that they don’t even remember the first moments with their child. I just want to feel it all and remember it all, even if it hurts.”
Tony could hear the last part of your conversation as he stood outside your door, now fully believing what Morgan had been saying.
“(Y/N),” he opened the door to your room, seeing you on your bed with your TV remote in your hand as you flipped through movies on Netflix. Peter was at your desk, typing things down on a document Tony could clearly see titled “Parker-Stark Birth Plan”.
“Yeah?” you didn’t even look away from the TV.
“Oh my God,” Tony’s face dropped, “so it’s true.”
“Huh?” Peter looked up from his laptop.
“What’s true?” you asked, now looking over at Tony.
“Morgan was right, you are pregnant,” Tony had this strange expression on his face. It was a mix of shock, disappointment, and anger all at once, “how could you let this happen?” He looked between you and Peter, “You both are the most irresponsible teenagers I have ever met. How can you possibly consider bringing a child into this world together? Did you rub your two remaining brain cells together to come to this conclusion? Did you even think or consider all of your options? How far along are you?”
“What?” Peter looked over at you, “You’re pregnant?”
“No!” you shook your head, “I’m not! Why would you think that?” you looked at your dad.
“Don’t lie to me,” Tony warned, “I can see the guilt all over your faces.”
“That’s Cheeto dust, and it’s only on Peter’s face,” you joked.
“(Y/N), not the time,” Peter said, closing his laptop and wiping his face off with his sleeve.
“You two are ridiculous. You can’t even be serious about this,” Tony threw his hands up in the air, “I can’t believe how irresponsible you two have proven yourselves to be. I put a lot of trust in you guys to be mature and strong leaders and then you go and do something like this—”
“I’mnotpregnant!”
“Then why the hell are you making a birth plan and planning to tell me I’m gonna be a grandpa?!”
You and Peter both looked at each other and a moment before bursting out laughing. You were clutching your stomach and slapping your hand onto the bed as you laughed while Peter held his fist over his mouth to muffle his laughter.
“Would someone please explain to me what the hell is going on?”
“It’s for a school project,” you laughed out, “Peter and I are taking care of a robot baby next week and we have to do some paperwork before we get the baby.”
“We wanted to tell you beforehand because it’s a really annoying baby,” Peter explained, “it’s gonna cry a lot.”
“And the birth plan has to reflect our own ideas on what we would want to do, so that’s why we’ve been discussing it.”
Peter opened up his laptop to show Tony the document. After Tony skimmed it, he switched taps to the dropbox where it would be turned in, “It’s for our Child Development class. It’s the final project before the exam.”
“I’m not actually pregnant, dad,” you giggled, still trying to catch your breath from laughing so much, “we’re not thatdumb.”
“Yeah, Mr. Stark,” Peter nodded, “I have a strong pull ou—”, you quickly threw a pillow at your boyfriend’s face, cutting him off from saying anything else.
in which the moon landing is fake and peter is stubborn.
honestly wrote this off a whim and i needed to get some non-angst out for petey bc all i write for him is absolute gutwrenching fics. requests n asks are open :D
You slammed your lunch tray down, sitting next to MJ. Following behind you was an exasperated Peter, who sat across from you.
“Uh oh.” Ned commented, looking at the two of you. “What happened? You aren’t sitting next to Peter today, you always sit next to Peter.”
“Who?” You gave Ned a smile, turning your body completely away from Peter who looked like he wanted to kill you.
“They’re upset with me because I said the moon landing was real.”
“The moon landing was fucking fake.” You seethed, whipping your body around to face Peter.
“It was not fake.”
“It so was.”
“Where’s your evidence?“
“Trust me.”
“You’re not a fucking scientist!”
“And you are? Oh look at me, my name is Peter fucking Parker and I get bit by a radioactive spider once and now I think I know fucking everything!” You pointed an accusing finger at him. “NASA lied to you and now you can’t handle it. Go fuck yourself dweeb.”
Peter looked around the room, hoping nobody heard your rather loud comment about his spider bite. “Can you shut the hell up?” He hissed.
“Oh so now you want to silence me? Wow. Wow, Peter.” You gasped. “Do you want to break up? Is that what this is?”
“You are blowing this completely out of proportion.“
Ned and MJ were watching on with amused looks on their faces. Ned opened a pack of apple slices and offered one to MJ who shook her head and pointed at the arguing couple as if to tell Ned he was interrupting.
"Now you’re invalidating my emotions? You’re so fake. You’re honestly the worst boyfriend on the planet.”
Peter rolled his eyes. "Yep. Totally what I’m doing. I, Peter Benjamin Parker, do not care about my partners feelings, at all."
You gasped. "You are the worst person to ever walk this earth. And you know how I feel about Machine Gun Kelly. Ned was the moon landing fake?”
“Yep.“ Ned popped an apple slice in his mouth.
"MJ?” You looked at her.
“Fake.“ She confirmed and you grinned.
"See Peter. You’re wrong. Admit it. Peter the fucking nerd is wrong.” You taunted him and he just raised his brow.
“I’m not fucking wrong. You’re all just a bunch of dumbasses. You don’t even have evidence.” Peter reached over and took one of Ned’s apple slices.
“That’s not a very nice word.“ Ned tsked and swatted Peter’s hand away.
“Next he’s gonna say he wouldn’t love me if I was a worm.” You scoffed.
“I wouldn’t.” Peter said plainly.
“We are over.“ You crossed your arms, and Peter raised a brow at you.
“Not nice knowing you.” He replied.
"Does this mean you’re single now?” MJ perked up and you giggled.
“MJ my new beloved.” You leaned over to lay your head on her shoulder and she wrapped her arms around your side.
“Awe you guys are such a cute couple.” Peter gushed.
“Right? MJ, would you love me if I was a worm?“ You looked up at her with puppy eyes.
“I would love you no matter what you were.” MJ smiled and Peter awed.
“Michelle Jones, I am madly in love with you.” She faked her appreciation for the comment and you giggled. “Anyways, what are we doing after school?” Ned asked, you separated from MJ’s side, and Peter gave you a soft smile, reassuring you that he was okay and your joking had not gone too far.
“Patrol.” Peter replied. You groaned and looked at him.
“Sorry I have a job? What the fuck?” He looked at you as you were booing him.
“Yeah being the boring police. Weeoo, weoo, Peter Parker the fucking boring police.”
“Whatever. That’s why the moon landing was real.” He grinned.
“IT WAS FUCKING FAKE.” You yelled and some heads turned to stare at you.
“Okay sweetie, whatever you say. Back to bed.” He teased you and you stuck your tongue out. He blew you a kiss and you swat it away, as Betty approached the table.
“What are we talking about?” Betty sat down next to Ned, placing her books on the table.
“The moon landing.” You replied, flipping off Peter who did the same in return.
“Did you guys know it was fake?” She took Ned’s last apple slice and the smile faded from his face, before he grabbed the pack off of your tray and began eating them.
“Here we go again.” Peter sighed as you began your tangent about the fake-ass moon landing again.
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“I needed to to talk to you. I have something I need to say.” Peter said as he stood outside your door in the rain.
“It’s pouring out. Come inside.” You said and stepped to the side.
“It’s okay. I don’t mind the rain. This is important.”
“What did you have to talk to me about?” You asked as you leaned against your door. Peter gulped and wiped his wet hair off his forehead before looking at you.
“I love you. I’ve always loved you. Let me be the one to fix your broken smile. Let me loveyou.”
Your jaw dropped a little at Peters unexpected declaration of his love. He stood in the downfall of the rain and looked at you as he waited for your response.
“Peter, I don’t know what to say.” You sighed and looked at him sympathetically.
“I understand. I know I just dumped a lot on you. Take all the time you need.” Peter smiled sweetly at you before walking away. He got all the way to the corner of your street when he heard his name.
“Peter, wait!”
Peter turned around and saw you standing behind him, silently getting soaked in the rain. You looked at him for a minute before cracking a smile.
“I know what to say now. I just needed a second.” You told him.
“Yeah? What do you say?”
Instead of responding with words, you ran towards Peter and threw your arms around him. You kissed him in the pouring rain until you felt like you couldn’t breath. Peter smiled into the kiss before pulling out of the kiss to look at you. Just as he was going to say something, he slipped off the couch and fell onto the hardwood floor. Peters eyes flew opened and he sat up, awake from his dream now. He pulled his earbuds out and hit pause on the music he had been listening to, which was She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5. As Peter got off the floor and looked up, he saw Wanda staring directly at him with red glowing eyes. She quickly put her hands behind her back and smiled sheepishly at Peter. Peter eyes widened when he realized what she had been doing.
“Witch! What did you do to me?” Peter demanded as he pointed a finger at Wanda.
“Nothing. Why do you ask?” She smiled innocently and shrugged.
“No reason.” Peter narrowed his eyes at her and rubbed his head. The dream had been of one of his greatest fantasies, and it was a little suspicious that he had it in Wanda’s presence.
“How was your nap? Any sweet dreams?” Wanda asked with a coy smile.
“No.” Peter lied, sure now that Wanda had been messing with his dreams.
“Are you sure?“ She asked skeptically.
“Yes. I’m sure.”
“Oh. Okay.” Wanda nodded, not bothering to hide the fact that she didn’t believe him. Before Peter could say anything else, you walked into the room. Wanda noticed the way Peters face immediately lit up as you sat down on the couch.
“What’s going on in here?” You chuckled awkwardly as you looked between your sister and Peter.
“Nothing. Right Peter?” Wanda asked as she looked at the boy. Peters eyes flickered to you and he gulped.
“Nothing. Nothing at all.” Peter said as he sat down beside you on the couch. Wanda stood back and watched as you and Peter resumed your usual banter.
“Did you hear they removed the last pay phone in New York? There was a whole ceremony for it and everything.” You told Peter as you scrolled on yoru phone.
“Oh no. What’s Maroon 5 gonna do now? How are they gonna call home?” Peter asked, doing his best to sound genuine. Wanda didn’t get the joke, but you burst out laughing.
“You’re such an idiot.” You laughed as you nudged him with your foot.
“No, you are. Because you aren’t an M5 stan.” Peter replied with a bright red blush as you rested your feet in his lap.
“Oh wow. I didn’t realize they had a nickname.” You humored him as he absentmindedly rubbed your ankle with his thumb.
“Yep. Only real marooners know about it.”
“Marooners?” You laughed. “Shut up. You made that up.”
“Did not. That’s our official fandom name. How are you gonna question me when you’re not even in the top .03% of listeners for Maroon 5 on Spotify?”
“Peter, no. Top .03%?” You asked through a laugh.
“I went through a serious “Won’t Go Home Without You” phase last summer.” Peter shrugged, making you laugh again.
“I forgot about that one. That’s a good song.”
“I know. Hence why I’m in the top .03% of their listeners.” Peter scoffed and the sound of your laughter once again filled the room. Wanda noticed how proud Peter looked whenever he made you laugh and smirked a little.
“I like Sunday Morning.” You told him, making him smile shyly.
“I like that one too.” He said quietly. You held eye contact with each other before looking when it got too intense. As Wanda was watching the interaction unfold, Tony came to her side with an apple in his hand.
“What do you think of them?” Wanda asked him and nodded towards you and Peter.
“Good kids. A little annoying, but good kids.” Tony replied.
“They like each other a lot, don’t they?” Wanda asked as she watched you laugh at something else Peter had said.
“I think it’s love.” Tony shrugged before taking a bite of his apple.
“Love?” Wanda smiled in surprise.
“Oh yeah.” Tony nodded. “Definitely love. I can smell a budding teenage romance from a mile away. And those bitches stink.”
Tony returned his attention to you and Peter as Wanda laughed at what he had said. She looked over at Tony just as he got a thoughtful look on his face.
“Do you think if they coupled up, they’d be less in our way?” Tony asked her.
“Of course they would.” Wanda shrugged. “They’d be too busy with each other to start anymore fires in the kitchen.”
“Or mess up my lab and leave sticky fingerprints on my ceilings.” Tony added as a devious smile crossed his face. Wanda noticed the smile and gave him a look.
“Should we….” He trailed off and raised an eyebrow at Wanda.
“We shouldn’t.” Wanda immediately shook her head and Tony nodded in agreement.
“But are we gonna….” He trailed off again and wiggled her eyebrows at her.
“Absolutely.” Wanda smirked. “I’ll get the girl. You get the boy.”
“Alright. Pleasure doing business with you Maximoff.” Tony said as he held out his hand.
“You too, Stark.” Wanda said as she shook his hand.
“This was fun. Why don’t we hang out more?” Tony asked her.
“Because you killed my family.” Wanda said simply.
“Bucky killed my family and he and I play table tennis every Friday.” Tony shrugged.
“I’m not that forgiving.” Wanda replied before leaving the room.
That night, Peter was lying awake in his bed with his earbuds in. He was listening to some songs before he went to bed but found his mind constantly drifting to you. He opened his messages and clicked on your contact before typing out a text.
“I’ve been listening to Sunday Morning all day because of you. I forgot how good it was. if you like that one, you should listen to “she will be loved”. but you have to really listen to the lyrics” He sent. Peter held his breath and eagerly waited for your response.
“putting it on now :)” You wrote back, and Peter blushed profusely. You ended up texting each other back and forth late into the night, leaving you tired and groggy the next day. You decided to take a nap so that you wouldn’t be dragging for the rest of the day. You climbed into your bed and drifted off to sleep shortly after your head hit the pillow.
In your dream, you saw a beautiful orange and pink sunset over a grassy hill full of daisies. Peter rode up the hill on a white horse dressed in shiny metal knights armor. He took his helmet off to reveal his long, flowing hair. Peter climbed off his horse and tied her reigns to a nearby tree before going to the base of the twelve foot stone tower. He took out two knives and used them to scale the tower until he reached the window at the top. Peter climbed into the window, startling you. He immediately got down on one knee and looked at you.
“I’m sorry to bother you, princess. It seems my armor was broken during my battle with that fire breathing dragon, revealing my sweaty, dirty abs. May I bother you for some sort of absorbent material to dry myself off?” Peter said as he looked down at his broken armor which was in fact revealing his sweaty, dirty abs. You climbed out of your canopy bed as your 20 foot long braid dragged behind you.
“Dear knight, I haven’t a towel, but will my hair suffice?” You asked as you picked up the end of you lengthy braid.
“I suppose. Bring it yonder.” Peter said as he beckoned you closer with his finger. You gathered your braid in your arms and carried it over to him. You looked into his eyes before using the end of you braid to clean off some of the dirt from Peters exposed skin.
“Wow. So soft.” Peter smiled at a you. “And so long.”
“Thank you.” You smiled shyly at you. “I’ve never cut it since I’ve been living in this tower all alone ever since I was a young girl.”
“Well it’s lovely. And it smells of berries and cream.”
“It’s Suave.” You winked at him and finished cleaning him off. When you were finished, Peter took your chin between his fingers and tilted your face up to look at him.
“You might just be the fairest maiden I have ever laid me eyes on. Do tell me, what is thy name?”
“My name is Y/n, dear knight.”
“Wow. Such a lovely name for such a lovely dame. Say, would yee care to take a ride on my trusty stead into thine sunset?”
“Alas, but I would.” You smiled and threw your arms around his neck. Peter lifted you bridal style and carried you down the tower. He climbed onto the horse first and held out his hand to help you up as well. Once you were both on the horse, Peter put his helmet on your head to keep you safe.
“Hold on to my abs for safety.” Peter said as he looked at you over his shoulder.
“I will.” You nodded and put your hands directly on his abs.
“Guinevere, away!” Peter shouted as he clapped the reigns. Just the white horse raced off towards the sunset, you shot your in bed and gasped for air.
“Oh my God. Whew. Oh my God.” You panted and caught your breath. You looked around your room and saw Wanda watching you with red glowing eyes. She quickly dropped her hands, which had previously been playing with a ball of red energy, and picked up a pile of clothes off your dresser.
“Oh, hi. Did I wake you? I’m just putting away some laundry.” Wanda said innocently as she tucked the clothes into a random drawer.
“I can see that. Since when do you do chores?”
“Since always.” Wanda lied.
“Uh huh.” You narrowed your eyes. “And you just happened to be doing the chores you always do when I was napping?”
“Pretty much.” Wanda shrugged. “So how did you sleep?”
“Fine. Why?” You lied and stared at your sister skeptically.
“I’m just asking. Can’t I ask my sister how she slept?” Wanda playfully rolled her eyes.
“Not when you’re being suspicious. You weren’t messing around in my mind, were you?” You asked her, feeling like you already knew the answer.
“Of course not.” Wanda smiled innocently.
“So you didn’t just make me have that weird ass dream?”
“I didn’t make you dream anything. I can make people see their greatest fantasy or greatest nightmare. But I didn’t make you dream anything. If you had a weird ass dream, as you put it, it was all you.” Wanda shrugged as she sat down in your bed.
“Right.” You eyed her skeptically, realizing now that that dream was in fact one of your greatest fantasies.
“By the way, Peter was looking for you. I told him you were napping.” Wanda said as she rubbed your knee.
“Peter was looking for me? What did he say?” You asked as you scooted closer to your sister.
“Why don’t you go ask him yourself? It seemed like he had something really important to tell you.”
“Really? He said it was important?” You smiled hopefully. Wanda could tell her plan was working and smiled as well.
“This Peter. You like him, no?”
“Of course I do. He’s my friend.”
“Just your friend?” Wanda raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah. Obviously.” You laughed nervously and looked to the side.
“You know, there was a time when Vision was just my friend.” Wanda said with a coy smile.
“And there was a time when Vision was just a file labeled “DO NOT OPEN” on Tony’s computer too. Your point?”
“My point is, you don’t have to fight how you feel. If you love someone, you should tell them.”
“What?” You laughed nervously. “I don’t love Peter. That’s crazy. You’re crazy.”
“You do know I can read minds, right?” Wanda raised an eyebrow.
“Girl, I don’t know what your powers are at this point.” You waved a hand. “All I know is that you can throw your red mind balls at people and do that creepy fast walk thing. I just see what I see and I accept it.”
“Fair enough.” Wanda chuckled. “I can do those things, yes, but I can also read minds. I don’t mean to, but some thoughts are too loud to ignore. And the thoughts you have about Peter are louder than most. But that’s not something you should feel ashamed of. Love is a beautiful and powerful thing. Far more powerful than you and I. Don’t try to fight it. It’ll win every time.”
“God, sometimes you and Vision read like a tumblr quote that would’ve been layered over a black and white screen grab from Twilight. And not even a good scene. Most likely the scene where she was mourning Edward leaving her in the forest.”
“Hold on, I didn’t understand half of that. What is tumblr?” Wanda tilted her head in confusion.
“If there were a camera in this room right now, I’d be looking directly into it.”
“Sometimes you speak and I know that it’s English, but I have no idea what you’re saying.”
“I get that a lot.” You mumbled. Wanda cracked a smile before taking your hand in hers and squeezing it.
“In this world, it’s just us. We’re all each other has.” Wanda said softly.
“I know that.”
“I just want to see you happy. I want you to experience every good thing this world has to offer. Because we have known so much pain. It’s time you’ve found some joy.”
You looked at Wanda for a minute and knew she was right. You looked down at your lap and let out a little sigh.
“What if he doesn’t like me back?” You said quietly.
“He does. I know he does.”
“How do you know?”
“His thoughts are louder than anyone I’ve ever heard.” She smiled. “Even louder than yours.”
You smiled when you heard this and shyly looked down at your lap again.
“He’s a bit weird, isn’t he?” Wanda scrunched her nose, making you laugh.
“Yeah. He’s a little weirdo. I like that about him.”
“He likes that about you too.” Wanda told you.
“He does?” You asked hopefully. Wanda cupped your face in his hand and made you look at her.
“Talk to him. Find out what he has to say.” She told you. Once you nodded and she believed that you would do what she asked, she left your room. She passed Tony in the hallway way and held up her hand.
“I did my part. Now you do yours.” She said as she high fived him. Tony nodded and continued down the hallway until he found Peter in the kitchen.
“Hey! Cobwebs!” Tony called out, catching Peters attention.
“Yes?”
“What do you think about Y/n?” Tony asked as he leaned his chin in his hands.
“Y/n? I adore her.” Peter shrugged. “She’s my best friend. I think the world of her. In darkness, she is all I see.”
“Okay. I don’t even know what that means. But yeah, okay. Anyways!” Tony clapped his hands. “I was thinking about setting her up with one of my interns. What do you think? Should I?”
“What? Why would you do that? I think you should actually not do that. That sounds like a horrible idea. Definitely do not do that.” Peter stumbled over his words as he tried to shut down Tony’s idea.
“Really? I shouldn’t?” Tony played dumb. “But she was just telling me how much she wished she was in a relationship. It seems like she really wants a boyfriend. Do you know anyone who could fill that role?”
“I might.” Peter cleared his throat and straightened his shoulders. “What’s with all the questions about her anyway?”
“I was just wondering what your relationship was since she…” Tony trailed off and sighed dramatically.
“Since she what?” Peter asked, on the edge of his seat now.
“Nothing.” Tony smiled innocently. “Maybe you should talk to her. She was looking for you.”
“She was? What did she want?” Peter asked excitedly.
“You’ll have to talk to her. And I’d do it sooner rather than later, okay lover boy? It seemed important.”
“Oh. Okay.” Peter nodded as Tony left the room. He wanted to be cool and not rush to your room to talk to you, but he wasn’t exactly known for being cool, so he practically ran towards your bedroom and burst into the door. You screamed in surprise and Peter quickly shut your door and knocked on it. You laughed and told him to come in, which he did. He casually leaned against your door way as if he didn’t fall over himself into your room.
“Hey.” Peter said causally.
“Hey.” You chuckled.
“Can I come in?”
“Of course. My doors always open. Come anytime you want.”
Peter smiled shyly and shut the door behind him before going over to your bed. You both sat on the edge of your bed and looked at each. You gave Peter a look and he gave you a look back before you both laughed awkwardly.
“What?” You asked Peter.
“What?” He laughed awkwardly again.
“You’re being weird.” You said and nudged him a little.
“How am I being weird? I’m just sitting here.”
“Yeah. Like a weirdo.”
“You’re the weirdo.” Peter said and nudged you back. You both laughed awkwardly again and looked away from each other. It was never this awkward between the two of you, but your respective conversations with Wanda and Tony were clouding your brains and making it impossible to talk to each other.
“So, uh, Wanda said you had something to tell me.” You said to break the awkward silence.
“Really? Tony said you had something to tell me.”
“He did? I haven’t spoken to Tony today.”
“Huh. I haven’t spoken to Wanda.” Peter frowned when he realized you had both been given incorrect information.
“Hm. Weird.” You frowned as yo came to the same realization.
“Tony, uh, Tony mentioned that you were looking for a boyfriend. I didn’t know that.” Peter said in an attempt to get the information he had really come for.
“What? I never said that.” You laughed in surprise. When you saw Peters face fall, you stopped laughing.
“But I am!” You quickly followed up. “I mean, I guess I’m always kinda looking. Who isn’t?”
“I’m not looking for a boyfriend.” Peter shrugged, making you laugh.
“Shut up.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “You know what I mean. Don’t you want to find a girlfriend?”
“Yeah. I do.” Peter said quietly as he stared at you.
“Well what do you look for in a girl? What’s your type?” You asked him and scooted closer to him on your bed.
“I don’t really know. I like funny girls though. I just want someone who can make me laugh. And I’d want her to think I’m funny too. Even when I’m being stupid.”
“Which is always.” You teased him.
“Yeah. Always.” He smiled shyly. You held eye contact for a moment and almost said the things you were dying to say.
“What about you? What’s your type?” Peter asked you after a minute.
“I also like funny. And kind. And sweet. And knights.”
“What was that last one?”
“Nice.” You said quickly. “I like niceguys.”
Peter nodded his head and looked down again. He was so close to admitted how he felt about you, but he just couldn’t take the jump. You looked at Peter and thought about what Wanda said about not fighting love. You took a deep breath before making the decision to take her advice.
“I also like guys who listen to the songs you recommend to them. And who send songs to be listened to.” You told him, making him perk up. Peter looked at you to check if you were serious and you made a face that assured him you were.
“Did you listen to the song? It’s one of my favorites by them. Other than their entire discography.” Peter said seriously, making you laugh.
“I wouldn’t peg you for such a die hard Maroon 5 fan.”
“You wouldn’t peg me?” Peter asked, pretending to sound hurt. You gasped at his joke and playfully pushed him.
“You’re funny.” You said sarcastically.
“Good.” Peter smirked. “Cause that’s your type, right?”
“Yeah. That’s my type.” You said softly as your eyes remained on your lips. He caught you staring and blushed, making clear your throat and look away.
“I did listen to the song, by the way. I really liked it.” You said to change the subject.
“Yeah?” Peter lit up.
“Yeah. What’s your favorite line?”
“It’s hard to pick. But I like when he says, “I’ve had you so many times but somehow, I want more” ,I really like it.” Peter said as he leaned in closer to you.
“I liked that line too.” You smiled as you leaned in as well. You were so close that you could feel his breath fanning your face.
“Do you want more?” You asked Peter as you titled your head to the side.
“I do.” Peter nodded before leaning in the rest of the way. You put your hands on his face as you kissed him just like how you did in your dreams. You tangled your fingers in the curls at the back of his neck as he pulled you onto his lap. You pushed him back into your bed and you both fell back without breaking the kiss.
“I’m never gonna leave this bed.” Peter sighed happily against your lips before kissing you again.
“Aw.” You smiled against his lips and went back to kissing him before pulling away.
“Wait, isn’t that a Maroon 5 lyr-“
“Shhh.” Peter hushed you. “Don’t ruin the moment.”
hi@prettysbliss i answered your ask about a peter parker fluff fic, linked it wrong, and then it wouldn’t let me edit it from my computer. i hate life. anyway i’m gonna link it right now
warnings: brief panic attack, themes of ptsd, mention of endgame and Tony’s death
summary: a nice day in with your boyfriend Peter turns a bit sour when he has a flashback, but you’re always there for him
a/n: I was asked for fluff and it got a tad angsty. This was somewhat based on my own marvel story and one of the characters I made to go into that, thus the moodboard (made by me, pls don’t steal it). Also it’s hinted the the reader is an Avenger with Peter and was at the final battle against Thanos. Hope you enjoy this. :)
The two teenagers lounged on Peter’s bed hoping to just have a lazy Saturday in with each other. The day was perfect with the no responsibilities and the sun coming perfectly into the window. Both teenagers had needed this break from school especially after what happened to Tony and the other Avengers.
Peter was running his hands through y/n’s hair absentmindedly when he suddenly stopped. y/n could feel how his breathing had changed and how his body stiffened coinciding with the sudden stop of the movement. They raised their head from Peter’s lap to gaze down at the boy. His eyes looked far away, almost hazed over, and his breathing had seemed to quicken.
“Hey,” y/n reached their hand out to snap Peter out of his inevitable panic. “You ok?” They squeezed his shoulder to let him know they were listening and that they were there. He shifted his body towards them, obvious tears in his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered as they squeezed his shoulder again. “One second I was here, with you, and the next I was back at that battle. I can’t explain it. It was like - I could - I’m sorry.” y/n pulled Peter to their chest and kissed his head.
“It’s totally ok if you can’t explain all of your feelings Pete. I understand the pressure of this.” They say, referring to the battle and to being a hero.
The teens stayed like that for a while, tangled with each other, silent tears falling down Peter’s face after his brief panic.
By the time the sun set Peter’s tears had dried and both teens could hear their stomachs rumbling in hunger. They chuckled at each other when their stomachs got too loud to ignore. Despite what happened earlier their perfect lazy day was well spent basking in the other’s presence. Life wasn’t perfect, especially for them, but it definitely wasn’t bad either.
You remember how you and Bucky fell in love before he departed to war; how before he left he gifted you something so you knew that any time soon he will come back to you. Yet, he never did.
Bucky is a really serious person on missions; you, on the other hand, are a really talkative one. Somehow Steve thought it was a good idea to put you both on a mission.
Everyone is born with their soulmate’s last words said to them before they leave tattooed somewhere in the body as a punishments from angels and soulmates are unable to see them. Bucky finds his, but is far too late when he realizes.
Since birth everyone has a silver tattoo related to their soulmate, tattoos will turn gold when soulmates meet under it’s circumstances; yours was… weird, but ends up being the most amazing thing ever.
This is a work of fanfiction, characters mentioned or involved are all belonging to Marvel Studios, Disney and all their respective creators. The works on this post are not intented to mean any real cannon changes on the movies and comics storylines.
Some themes are not factually acurate, any problem detected on the information given may be comunicated to me via DM.
pairing: peter parker x stephen strange’s daughter!reader
(NOT DOCTOR STRANGE HIMSELF)
words: 2.4k
warnings: fluff, fight scenes
summary: peter parker was a complete mystery to you, even as his best friend. something always seemed off about him, and you couldn’t pinpoint what it was. however, your dad trusted him enough to take you on a date. which was…strange. (pun intended). as the night went on, things got really interesting… really fast.
a/n: hey y'all! back with another pete oneshot, but this time the reader is the daughter of none other than stephen strange! i thought this would be an interesting dynamic to insert the reader into, considering the events of spider-man: no way home. IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED NO WAY HOME, DO NOT READ THIS!!!!
… . .
You paced back and forth in front of your bed, with several different outfits laid out. It really shouldn’t be this hard, should it? I mean, it was just Pete. But that’s exactly it, you thought to yourself. IT’S PETE.
He randomly asked last week, after 6 months of being friends, if you wanted to go on a date with him. Since when did he have *those* kinds of feelings for you? It didn’t make any sense, but then again, a lot didn’t make sense about Peter.
Your life was already crazy enough being the daughter of one of the most powerful sorcerers ever. Especially one who used to be a doctor. He was very protective over you, even more so since Mom died. He couldn’t save her, so your protection was his only priority. So the fact that he said YES?
He must like this Parker guy. He acted like he knew Peter already, but swears that he doesn’t know him. You found their interactions with one another hilarious, since Peter constantly looked terrified and on edge when he was around Dad. I would be too if I was talking with one of the heroes who defeated Thanos. Peter accidentally called him ‘Stephen’ one time, and I thought Dad was going to choke him.
“Y/N! Are you ready yet?”
You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard your dad’s voice. There was no way Peter was here already, he’s twenty minutes early!
You paced around even faster, trying to decide between your red T-shirt and blue jeans, versus the blue long-sleeve dress. WHY IS THIS SO DIFFICULT! Ugh, whatever. Red t-shirt it is.
“Working on it!” You wiggled your hips into your dress, rushing to get ready. You mentally smacked yourself for getting distracted by your thoughts, struggling to put your black ballet flats on.
“Mr. Parker is here so hurry up!”
Mr. Parker? Really, Dad?
You slung a portal open quickly to your dad, who was in the Sanctum’s kitchen grabbing Peter a water and some money for your date.
“Dad, seriously? I’m working on it!” You gave him your toughest glare, knowing that it wouldn’t make a big effect.
He stared back at you, concerned. “Why are your cheeks so flushed? Are you sick?”
“What do you mean?”
Dad reached his hand foreward to feel your forehead, as if checking your temperature. You annoying obliged, blushing even harder knowing that he was oblivious as to why you were flushed.
“Daaaaad, stop.”
“I’m just checking, honey. Why are you so tense? Are you nervous? And I told you to stop making portals when you need to talk to me, we live in the same Sanctum.”
“I know, Dad. I’m fine. Just tell Pete to give me five minutes.”
He looked at you questionably, walking back out of the kitchen with Peter’s water in his hand. Rolling your eyes, you pulled your head back in from the portal and closed it. You didn’t use sorcery often, since your dad did most of the protecting, alongside Wong, the Sorcerer Supreme. Wong still made you practice though, making sure your skills didn’t diminish over time.
After finally getting ready, you walked downstairs to find Peter talking with Dad. You made eye contact and smiled softly at him, and he smiled back at you. This moment of eye contact made Dad turn his head and look at you with the same confused look as before. You ignored his gaze and made your way to Peter’s side. You smiled at him reassuringly, as he looked at your with noticeable worry in his facial expression.
“So Dad, we’’ll be back-”
“I’ll just stop you there, honey. I want Peter here to tell me what he has planned for the night.”
You sealed your lips, knowing it was for your own good to not mess up this moment for Peter. He became fidgeting and widened his eyes, before turning to look at you, and back at Dad; Dad of course was waiting impatiently for Peter’s response.
“Oh! Haha, soooo, we are going to dinner-”
“Where?”
“Um- there’s a nice place in Queens that we are going to, and then we are going for ice cream-”
“What time approximately?”
“UH- I assume around 7:30?” Peter said nervously.
Dad crossed his arms and lifted his eyebrows. “Sound a little less confident, why don’t ya?”
Peter straightened his posture and restated, “We will be getting ice cream at 7:30 and I will have her back to the Sanctum at 8:00… Sir.”
Dad smirked and uncrossed his arms. “Ah, there we go! Thanks, Pete. We already talked about how I expect you to take GREAT care of my baby girl, right?” He threw his arm around Peter’s shoulder and turned both of them to face you. You, of course, were completely horrified.
“Don’t tell me you forgot what we talked about, Parker?”
“OH NO, sir. I didn’t forget. 8:00 on the dot!” Peter said, scratching the inside of his palms with his fingernails and laughing sheepishly.
“Alrighty then Dad! We should get going before we’re late,” you said, shoving Peter out the door, blowing your dad a kiss. “Love you, bye!”
You stepped outside onto the sidewalk, with Peter standing right next to you. You turned to him and he looked at you with a huge goofy smile. “I’m sorry Pete, he’s a bit protective. And over the top. And dramatic. And-”
“It’s okay, Y/N. My Aunt May would’ve been the same way with me. Don’t worry about it. Are you ready?” He held out his arm for you to grab.
You blushed fiercely, never having stood that close to Pete before but you didn’t feel awkward about it. Something about it felt natural as you laced your arm through his to walk with him. It was comfortable. Stable. Like you had been doing it for years. That was always the feeling you got when you were around Peter; like you had known him longer than the 6 months you remember. Wayyyy longer.
… . .
“NO WAY!! PETER!”
“What!! It didn’t really like it, and I used to do it all the time when I ate Aunt May’s food!”
“I can’t believe you,” you said, shoving Peter slightly while laughing so hard you can barely breathe.
“You would think that after only asking for no mushrooms that they would leave them out!”
“You expect too much of them! Besides, that waiter was soooo lost in your eyes while you ordered,” you said, walking towards the ice cream parlor.
“What?! No, she wasn’t. She was just being nice.” Peter opened the door for you to the parlor, and you walked into line.
“Oh, you are so oblivious.”
“To what?”
“The signals that girls give boys when they like them! The longing stares, 'accidental’ nudges, ya know.”
“No, I don’t know.”
You stared at him, waiting for him to say he was kidding but he was being completely serious. He stared are you curiously.
“Are you jealous, Y/N?”
You were taken back by the question at first, and quickly became defensive. “Jealous? Of what? The fact that the waiter OBVIOUSLY thought you were cute?”
“And you don’t think I’m cute?”
“I didn’t say that-”
“So you do think I’m cute?”
“What? No!! I’m just saying-”
“Youuuuu think I’m cuuuuute.”
He is painfully adorable, but you can’t give in to him. You blush and turn away from him, punching him in the arm.
“Ow!” Peter said, as you giggled at his 'pain’.
You both ordered your ice cream, and sat down at a booth together to eat, immediately feeling full after finishing.
“Bluuuuugh. I’m so full,” you said, slumping your chin into your hand.
“You and me both,” Peter replied. “You ready to head back?”
“Yeah, what time is it?” you asked, realizing you had yet to check your phone since leaving the Sanctum.
Peter looked at his watch to check the time and his eyes widened in horror. “7:55 p.m.”
And you were 20 minutes away from the Sanctum.
… . .
You and Peter ran full speed down the sidewalk, hand in hand, trying to not let the ice cream make its encore performance. After 6 blocks of straight running, you finally hit a red light at a crosswalk.
You both stopped, huffing and puffing to catch your breath. You leaned against the lightpost, looking up into the sky. Peter followed your gaze and stared for a moment as well.
That was you and Peter’s first mistake. In the split second that you both were not paying attention, someone snatched your purse right from your hand, and took off down the opposing sidewalk, away from the Sanctum that was 4 blocks away.
“HEY!” You shouted, knocking Peter over while taking off towards the culprit. Peter noticed why you were running and immediately sprinted to catch up with you. The man in a black hoodie turned down an alleyway, and you stupidly followed him with Peter on your tail.
He had caught up with you to be running alongside you before shooting past you to grab the man.
“STOP! GIVE IT BACK TO HER!” Peter yelled, as he grabbed the man by the hoodie and threw him against a wall. You stood back and watched as Peter, who seemed like a completely normal high schooler, lifted a full grown man above his head by the neckline of his shirt.
“You really should watch who you snatch things from,” Peter said confidently. More confident than you’ve ever heard him say anything.
The man managed to wrangle free of his grasp, and pushed Peter before landing a punch to Peter’s gut. Peter recoiled, bending over, before fighting back faster than you could even follow. Every kick, punch, and trick he threw at him landed with perfect accuracy. He could basically predict what the man was going to try before he tried it.
Out from under Peter’s white dress shirt, shone red and blue vibrant fabric that had black lines all over it.
No.
There’s no way.
He turned to look at you, and said, “I’ve got this. Go back to the Sanctum.”
You stared at him, knowing this was a moment for you to help. You walked up to him and hit your wrists together, forming solid orange shields on your hands.
“I’m not going anywhere. Although,” you said, pulling down his collar to see the suit shining through, confirming your suspicions, “I’m sure if you need it, Spider-Man.”
Peter looked at your with a mix of 50 different emotions before refocusing on the problem at hand. And it had become even bigger problem, as four large men appeared from the shadows of the alley.
You and Peter stood side by side, while Peter tore off his shirt and pulled his mask down over his face. You conjured a weapon, glowing bright orange, hoping that the constant training from Wong would prove useful right now.
Both sides charged.
… . .
You grabbed your phone out from underneath the man’s leg, found your lost shoe and tried to flatten your now wild hair. You knew you looked a mess, but there was no time to fix it now. It was 8:02 and you were both dead meat.
Peter threw his clothes back on, grabbed you by the waist, and was about to thwick and web before you stopped him. He looked at you with confusion.
“Let me make this a lot faster and less strenuous on the stomach,” you said, opening a portal that was one block away from the Sanctum. However, right before you stepped through, you felt another portal open from behind you.
“Shit,” you whispered under your breath.
Behind you and Peter was your dad, standing in his full gear and cloak, with a look of pure anger.
“I felt like I was very clear with you, Parker.”
Dad started to walk towards Peter, as Peter backed up, but you jumped in between them.
“Dad, stop. It’s not his fault.”
“Oh, it’s not? Even though I gave him very simple instructions to follow? And-”
It was at the moment that he noticed how much of a mess you two looked.
“What on Ear- WHAT HAPPENED.”
“Mr. Strange-”
“It’s DOCTOR, and I DON’T want to hear it from you.”Dad said, seething each word through his teeth.
Peter quickly kept his mouth shut, and laced his fingers together.
“Look behind you Dad.”
He turned around, observing the five men splayed out in the alleyway, covered in linger orange sparks and spiderwebs. He paced around the men, performing a memory wipe spell on them, as you explained what happened.
“Peter saved me.”
“It seems as though it was not just him. You also protected yourself. You know you are not supposed to be performing spells outside the Sanctum yet.”
“I know Dad, bu-”
“Let me finish. This was a special circumstance and I realize that. I am very proud of you for using your training from Wong to protect yourself, but you need to be careful in New York at night. We’ve had this conversation, and you are still in trouble.”
“I know, Dad. But please, don’t punish-”
“Peter. Thank you for protecting my daughter. I took your ability to take care of her for granted and I owe you a debt for keeping her safe tonight. Also, nice webbing. Do you make it yourself?”
Peter was stunned. Not only did you now know he was theSpider-Man, but Dad figured it out quicker than you did.
“Uhh-um-uh yes, yes sir. I do.”
Dad finally cracked a smile and patted Peter on the back. “Again, son. Thank you. You are welcome to the Sanctum any time, Pete. Darling?”
You walked past Peter, brushing your hand up against his and feeling the slightest bit of warmth from it. It made the hairs on your arm stand up in a good way. You walked through the portal with Dad following.
Waving goodbye, you realized how many emotions must be going through his head. I mean, you could barely process your own right now.
Dad closed the portal, and turned to you.
“You-”
“I know, Dad. I’m sorry. I’ll get cleaned up and head to bed,” you said, knowing that there would be punishment awaiting you in the morning. “I love you, Dad.”
“I love you too darling. And, we’ll get your another dress. It seems as though red and blue might also be your colors.”
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