You stood a few feet away from him, and he couldn’t even bother trying to hide the way he was ogling you.
The way your nipples were poking through your shirt had his fingers twitching to pinch them.
Fuck.
He took a deep breathe, trying to calm himself. Balling his fists up at his sides.
It was cold outside the cabin the two of you were residing in for the mission you’d just completed, and apparently inside too.
“Peter, dinners almost ready” you smile sweetly at him and he bites the inside of his cheek at the way blood is already rushing to his cock.
But how could he help it? It was just so domestic, you cooking for him. You didn’t have to, you did it because you wanted to. Because you cared about him, but as a friend. Peter has to remind himself. And friends don’t cross certain boundaries.
But with the way your hair fell around your face as you fixed him a plate had him wanting to web swing right over all those god forsaken boundaries.
“I hope you like it, I’ve only made this dish a few times…” you chirp hopefully and Peter’s stomach churns with affection. You were so cute.
“I’m sure I’m gonna love it Y/N, you’re too good to me” Peter thanks you as you both sit down to eat. You blush at his kind words, you were going to make dinner for yourself. Of course you’d make some for him as well, he was one of your closest friends and favorite team mate.
“I’ll cook for you anytime Pete” you grin, taking your first bite and he follows suit. He doesn’t know what was better, how amazing the food tasted or the sound of you promising to cook for him whenever he wanted.
He groans as his mouth explodes with a mixture of delicious flavors. You find yourself blushing again at the sound of it, rumbling low in his chest.
His brown hair sitting in perfect loose curls on his head. Peter had always been attractive, but now he’s grown up. Broader shoulders, and a more muscular frame made for a way more confident man, assertive almost.
Peter took note of your red cheeks, a small smirk playing on his lips.
“Mmmph, this is amazing Y/N” he compliments you. And he wasn’t lying, you were an amazing cook.
“I’m glad you like it…” you hum. The way you were beaming at him made a feeling of guilt wash over him once again for what he was about to do.
You and Peter had done dozens of missions together, you had a mutual trust. Peter was the genius, you let him handle certain things and you others. Of course you were smart, and read the mission reports etc…but sometimes on a quick retrieval trip like the one you were on now; you didn’t always bother with all the details.
On this trip Peter had paid attention to all the details, like the fact that one of the things you had retrieved was an aphrodisiac from Asgard.
“Let me grab us some drinks” Peter offers, standing before you could even respond. He sighs, pouring you both glasses of wine and the aphrodisiac into yours.
Peter knows he’s betraying your trust by doing this. But he needs you. Every part of him yearns for you. As he sets the glasses down on the table, he prays one day you can forgive him.
“Mmm, is it a bit chilly in here or just me?” You question, taking a sip of your wine. Peter nods in agreement, heart hammering in his chest as he watches you drink.
“Yeah, it is kind of cold” he adds, playing it off and keeping his demeanor calm and collected. This is what he had to do to have you.
You drink and joke, no longer feeling the cold from outside like you did before. Actually; you were getting pretty warm.
Your eyes fall shut as a surge of heat rushes through you, quickly passing. You try to brush it off, but soon your find yourself gripping the table when something stirs deep in your belly. You stifle a moan, curling over to conceal yourself as your face contorts at the random feelings of pleasure.
“Y/N, are you okay?” Peter feigns innocence to your condition, knowing very well what was happening to you. Of course he did his research. He’d never want to hurt you. You’d just finally have that extra push into his arms that he needed.
“I’m fine“ you try to lie, lifting your head up only to be cut off by another burst of pleasure that had your jaw dropping in a gasp.
“Peter..” you whimper, eyes locking with his and he’s next to you in seconds.
“Let’s get you in bed” he suggests, and you agree. You strip down to your tank top and underwear, body still growing hotter and hotter. You couldn’t bother to feel ashamed right now.
Of course you’d been horny but you’d never felt like this before. Your core was practically clenching around nothing at this point and you were counting down the seconds until Peter left so you could shove your hand into your panties and make yourself cum. But Peter had other plans.
He takes off his own shirt, climbing into the bed next to you and pulling you too him. Your body screams in welcome at the contact from a man as handsome as him. But he was a friend; and more importantly your teammate. Sleeping with him was off limits, no matter how wet your pussy was. Or how good he felt pressed against you.
“Peter I could be contagious! What are you doing?” You try your best to scare him off, brain only working at partial capacity at this point. It was taking actual effort to keep yourself from rubbing against him.
“I’m taking care of you” he coos, hand coming up to rest on your side.
“I’m not that kind of sick, you can go I promise” you respond with words, but your body leans into his touch.
“What kind of sick are you then Y/N” he asks, hand sliding up until it sits right under your curve of your breast.
You’re sure he doesn’t realize, certain his hands have the intentions of simply making you feel better. But still your thighs grow sticky with wetness from the feel of them.
“Let me help you Y/N” he whispers, voice laced with something dangerous.
His hand goes up even further until his groping your breast and you hum at how nice his big hand feels.
“Fuck, you’re perfect” he groans, flicking your nipple through your shirt and your hips jerk at the how good it feels. Peter smirks, doing it again and you can’t help squeak.
“Peter, stop. We can’t!” You feel yourself have a moment of clarity, this was too much.
“What’s wrong? It’s supposed to feel good if someone plays with your nipples” he answers, leaning in to kiss your neck and both hands now tweaking your nipples.
Your hands go to his shoulders to push him off, but before you can his actions have you succumbing to power of the aphrodisiac again.
“Peter please…” you find yourself begging and Peter bites down on your neck before sucking a bruise into it.
“Please what, baby?” He asks, kissing down the column of your throat and making quick work of your shirt so he can bury his face in your chest.
“More” is all you can choke out as his mouth wraps around your nipple.
Your panties are next to go, his hands eager to get rid of them. He’d dreamed of this.
He runs a finger down your folds, letting his digit get coated by your wetness. He switches nipples as he pushes his first finger into you.
“Oh fuckkk” you drawl, hips bucking at the welcomed intrusion. He chuckles adding another finger, and he grunts at how tight you are.
“So fucking right; even just around my fingers” he breathes finally coming up from your tits to kiss your mouth. His lips were soft but you could feel the strength behind them. He lead and you followed.
“…be even tighter around your cock” you pull away from the kiss breathlessly and Peter takes out his fingers to gently smack your pussy.
“I can only imagine” he quips and you reach your hands up tangle in his thick hair,
“Don’t imagine it, fuck me” you tilt your face up to kiss him again. It’s all tongue and teeth as Peter kicks down his pants and boxers.
“Anything you want baby”
And then he’s pushing his hard cock into you. Your back arches, and Peters arms reach under you to pull you as close to him as possible.
He thrusts sharply, dick reaching the deepest parts of you. Your nipples rub against his bare chest, the sound of skin slapping skin echos through the room.
You can barely catch your breath at how good everything feels, and your toes curl as you feel your orgasm approaching.
“Cum for me Y/N” he hums, pressing his lips yours and you struggle to kiss him back as your high washes over you.
Your hips jerk in pleasure, walls contracting around him and bringing him to his own peak. He fills you up, grunting you name as he spills inside of you.
Peter breathes heavily, burying his face in your neck as you both come down.
So much for boundaries.
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this is the most different thing I’ve ever written, let me know if y’all want more like this just tryna to ease my way into some darker stuff!
Your fellow avenger and friend Peter hears you coughing in your room, of course the superhero in him had to come make sure you were alright
Eyes closed in pure relaxation, music playing from your tv and a blunt burning your hand; you think this must be the closest thing to heaven on Earth there is.
You take another pull, coughing a bit at the burn in your throat. But it’s worth it to experience the way the music sounds especially beautiful to your ears right now. To have all the anxiety of the day melt away just from inhaling.
You smile to yourself, hitting the blunt again and once again coughing. Fuck, you gotta take a smaller hit you reprimand yourself internally with a giggle, but you quickly go silent at the sound of approaching footsteps.
You scramble to hide your lighter and all other evidence of your recreational drug use as you hear a knock on your door.
“Y/N, you’ve been coughing all night; are you okay? Do you have a cold?”
You almost sigh in relief at the sound of Peter Parker’s concerned voice from behind your door.
“Is something burning? Y/N, open up!” He calls impatiently now and you cover your mouth at his naiveness. For a genius he sure could be slow.
He must’ve finally put two and two together when he exclaims, “oh my god! are you smoking weed?” just pushing open your door at this point and you gasp.
“Geez, Peter are you gonna announce it to the whole compound? Shut the door!” You whisper yell.
He steps in and closes the door behind him, making himself right at home in your bed.
“Ummm, I did not say for you to get in my bed Pete! I’m having a….self care night.” You explain and he rolls his eyes.
“Wow, what if I wanted to join your smoke sesh?” He asks almost too seriously and you raise an eyebrow.
“Since when does Spider-Man smoke weed?”
“I like to drink. But sometimes with my spider senses, I don’t like how being drunk makes me feel. But a joint every now then helps me relax” he shrugs. You can’t help but soften at the somewhat personal confession. Of course the team were all pretty close, but its hard to talk about how your powers and obligations can affect you.
You pull the blunt out again, handing it to him with a suggestive wiggle of your eyebrows. You grab the lighter and he takes it too.
The glow of the flame illuminates his face for a moment and you watch him as he takes his first pull. You’re still high, and can’t help but study him. The way his big hands looked holding the lighter. How pretty his hair was.
He smirks when he catches you staring.
“Take a picture Y/N, it’ll last longer” he jokes
as he exhales. Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes.
He passes the blunt back to you.
“Why do you smoke?” He asks, his soft brown eyes watching you with care.
You shrug, in similar fashion to him.
“I dunno, why does anyone? I like being high”
Peter laughs a little, “That’s why I like you….”
You don’t don’t know why those five words have such an effect on you.
“You like me?” You can’t help but ask, feeling incredibly dumb afterwards.
Peter shifts to be closer to you, “I really do actually. When I heard you coughing, I was gonna try to swoop in and take care of you in your hour of need. But this even better, and I’m glad you’re not sick” he confesses.
And your stuck with a silly grin, body buzzing from THC and excitement alike.
He reaches out a hand to grab the blunt from you, and you expect him to to take another hit. Instead he ashes it and places it on the nightstand.
He leans forward, “I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow you’re even prettier when you’re high” his voice whispers, a little gruffer now.
And he meant every word. The way your eyes got lower every time you took a puff had his dick already half hard. And fuck, he wanted to commit the smell of you to memory.
“Maybe it’s the weed…” you giggle, “…but I really wanna fuck you”
Peter feels his body go into overdrive at your words, every fiber of his being telling him to fill you up right then.
“Is it just the weed?” He hums, placing a hand on your thigh, thumb stroking the exposed skin there. You shake your head, climbing into his lap and his hands immediately relocate to your waist.
“Nah, I’ve wanted to fuck your for a while actually Spider-Boy” you tease, rocking your hips against him and he pulls you even tighter.
“It’s Spider-Man” he corrects you before finally pressing his lips to yours. You kiss him back like it’s the last the last thing you’d ever do, his mouth sweet from the berry fusion wrap you’d smoked. You feel yourself grow wetter with each passing second, whining against him.
“I wanna ride you” you pant, finally breaking away from the kiss and Tom groans, making quick work of both of your underwear and his own.
“Fuck, you can do anything you want” he replies and you push him back against the bed. He looked so good lying there beneath you, and you can’t can’t him inside of you fast enough.
Peter sits up on his elbows to watch you sink down on his dick, jaw going slack at feeling of your wetness squeezing him just right.
“Oh my god, Pete, I can feel you so deep” you moan once you’re finally settled and he can barely string the words together enough to speak.
“Take you shirt off, please” he grunts and you comply, pulling your top over your head slowly. Only breaking eye contact when the shirt breaks your line of vision. You can feel his dick throb inside of you as his eyes falls to your tits, wasting no time taking them in his hands and massaging.
Your hips start moving almost on their own accord at the feel of his big hands on your breasts. You take your first tentative bounce, already feeling the first traces of pleasure at the way he filled you so perfectly.
Peter’s fingers find your nipples, playing with and pinching them as you bounce harder on top of him. Your own hands steady yourself on his strong chest, continuing your movements. Something about it turned you on so much. Spider-Man himself beneath you, fucking you. Letting you use him to make yourself cum.
You feel your high approaching, hips stuttering. Peters brown curls were beginning to stick to his forehead, damp with sweat. So handsome.
He can tell you’re close, hands moving to grip your ass and help you grind against him.
“I’m so close Pete…” you whisper, voice needy and Peter plants his feet in the mattress; hips thrusting upwards to fuck up into you.
You gasp as he pounds you from below, head falling forward and you can’t even warn him before you’re coming all over his cock.
You shake above him, and Peter is mesmerized by the way you look. He pushes into you slower now, but still deep as he feels his own orgasm washing over him.
“I don’t like him, that’s all.” Pietro simplified as he walked along with his twin, who was trying to manipulate him. That was what he thought.”She’s too young.”
“It isn’t a big deal, Pietro.” Wanda replied. “Actually, it’s quite cute: she gets super shy around him.”
“He does as well.”
“And that’s what makes it cuter.They have a crush on each other and they don’t know the other does.”
It was obvious. Wanda loved the fact that you had a crush, especially if that lucky guy was someone as good as Peter. No one could be better for you that him.
“You know nobody is better for her than Peter.” Pietro stopped walking and look at Wanda, then sight. “Just let her be a teenager.”
You were the little ‘protégée’ of Stark’s racing team.
Not that Tony really cared, he had other things on his plate. His racing team was just an additional money maker mixed with more press for the Stark Industries.
His father was the one who had cared for it the most. So he seemed to keep it just for Howard Stark’s memory, and his own nostalgia of seeing races with his father as a child.
“Oh and how’s that Formula 1 team going?” Tony took a new sip of his drink before going back to tweaking one of his projects.
Happy blinked in surprise. Tony checked on the team about once a year, or maybe twice at most. He only wanted to be up to date when he went to Monaco for the yearly race.
“Well…” Happy scratched the back of his neck as he fumbled with his iPad for the data. The screen lit his face with the bright red Formula 1 logo and the page opened. He cleared his throat, Tony wouldn’t like this - “Second on the driver’s constructor championship, and our drivers are 2nd and 4th.” he winced, bracing himself for Tony’s remarks.
Tony looked away from his project and looked at Happy in surprise.
“Happy can you tell me why’s that?” He folded his arms. “We have the best car on track, then why aren’t we winners?” Tony hated loosing, even if it was in a sports he didn’t particularly care about.
“Our star pilot signed with Mercedes last year, remember?”
“Hmm.” He looked around the room. “Tell the team manager - what ever his name is, that I want two new pilots for next year, and they better be the best. Or else I’ll get him fired and hire that Toto Wolff guy who works for Mercedes.”
And that’s how you got your chance.
You were the best rookie driver to ever step into formula one in years, and people weren’t shy to talk about it. You had managed to beat everyone’s expectations in your first season as an F1 driver, and that’s what Stark racing searched for on Tony’s orders.
Although the team manager was skeptical at first, something in the back of his mind telling him he was gambling on taking not only a girl in his team, but also someone with barely any formula 1 experience under their belt. But when he heard Toto Wolff wanted you for Mercedes, he was quick to make you a contract.
And it turned out to be the best decision he ever made in his entire career.
“Alright Happy.” Tony sighed as his friend walked into the room. “Since I’m going to Monaco it’s only normal I know what’s going on.” He stated as he tried to pick between two suits. “How’s that F1 team of mine?”
“First in the driver’s constructor, and one of your drivers; Y/n L/n is leading the championship by 40 points. I’m going to be honest this is quite impressive, Tony. No driver has lead the champion ship by so many points so young and in such little amount of time in the sports.”
“Hmm good, good.” He was too busy scratching his chin to care “Do you think the blue or black suit is better?”
“I’ll pick the blue. Makes your eyes pop and matches the color of your racing team.
You on the other hand, you were unstoppable on track. You were not only the youngest but only female pilote on the grid, which would make you a double record holder if you got the tittle of world champion this year.
You started your karting career when you were 6, travelling through the USA and slowly making your way up. Through middle school you stayed in Queens, and went to Mid-town high as you tried to get into F3. School was taking a toll on you, and your driving results seemed to go down as well. It wasn’t a good two years if you were honest.
But your entire life changed when you visited Oroscop with your class.
You got bit by a spider.
A radioactive spider to be exact.
You remember going back home after the trip feeling like the sky was about to crash on you. Your head was spinning and your eyes couldn’t see properly. You wanted to throw up, scream - anything to get the pain away.
That day you had to cancel a karting practice, and the chief of your karting team was threatening to take away your seat - not a fun twenty four hours.
Little did he know you would come back to become ‘the best pilote who ever lived’
You weren’t blind to the friendly neighborhood Spider-man. He was exactly like you, could climb walls, probably had hyper senses and super strength as well. It would be a lie to say it didn’t make you guilty. You were using your powers for your own career, while he was out saving the world.
But you couldn’t dwell on those feelings for too long.
You had a World Champion ship to win.
~
Ah, Monaco.
The best race of the year.
Not only for the parties but for the amazing track.
As usual you got into your car and soaked in the comforting feeling.
With your spider powers you could feel every single part of the car, everything that was wrong or right. You could feel how perfect that car was. How well the air circulated around it as it glided through the track. Everything was right with this car, and it filled you with a feeling of gratitude.
You could feel the entire track, where everyone was or how fast they were going. It was so easy to drive. So easy that last year even with the shitty car you had before joining Stark Racing you found ways to do podiums.
You took everything in.
Monaco was your favorite track. Just because it was the most challenging for you. The sharp turns and tight streets. You knew this track like the back of your hand, and loved every single bit of it.
That day you were a beast on track as usual. Staying first during most of the race, your rival finding it a real challenge to fight you.
"Is she like this every race?” Tony leaned to his team manager.
“Yeah.” He nodded with a proud smile.
Tony nodded as he kept his eyes on the TV to watch you race. After you pitted to change your tires, a bad strategy from your engineers almost made you collide with another teams car.
It should have ended in an accident.
Itshouldhave.
But Tony and the entire team stayed breathless when they watched you turning around and double the car in front of you. There wasn’t even room for a finger when you passed by. Any other driver would have collided and caused a crash by the pit lane.
But you didn’t.
And you even won the race after that.
“Interesting.” you had suddenly caught Tony’s attention and he nodded, watching you get out your car. A small smile appeared on his trait when he watched how much his team cheered for you.
He kept a close eye on you as you removed your helmet to replace it with the 1st place cap. You proudly walked up to the podium, your entire team cheering and screaming at your achievement once again. You hugged your teammate who had also gotten a podium, and one of your friends from another team who was third.
Bottles of champagne later and someone tapped you by the shoulder.
“Boss wants to see you.” The person had an intimidating look in their eyes.
“Boss?” you raised an eyebrow with a playful smile. “I just talked to the boss-” you pointed to your team manager who was shaking some champagne off of him.
“Other boss.” He pointed to bright blue name on your racing overalls, and you felt your heart stop.
“Oh.” You gulped. You knew more then anyone Tony Stark wasn’t one to follow Formula 1, nor who wanted to talk to his drivers. So him wanting to see you wasn’t something you were expecting. “Can I get changed first?” You pointed to yourself. You were disgusting and sticky with a mix of champagne and sweat.
He shook his head and your breath caught in your throat “He wants to see you, now.”
“Alright.” You nodded, and followed the assistant all the way to Hospitality, fumbling with your hands in the process.
You tried to fix your hair, trying to wring out the champagne out your locks, but it didn’t seem to help. You fixed your overalls, and furiously rubbed your hands onto your side as they started becoming stickier by the second.
“Great.” You muttered.
The doors of a large room opened and you were met with the faces of a few millionaires and important personalities. You gulped - you were sticky and recking of champagne and you knew in the back of your mind that if you weren’t a formula 1 driver they would look at you as if you didn’t belong.
You followed the assistant all the way across the room, giving the usual small smile and wave at people who greeted you. You removed your cap as a sign of politeness and used it to fidget with.
And suddenly - you were face to face with him.
The one and only Tony Stark.
The one and only Iron Man.
He gave you a bright smile as though you were old friends, lifting his arms up as if to embrace you.
“Ah Y/n!” He smiled and glanced towards a few guests as though the two of you were close. He wrapped an arm around you, making a face when he realised you were sticky.
“Well i’ll just throw that suit away.” He grinned before giving your shoulder a squeeze and letting you go.
“It’s nice to meet you- Mr.Stark.” You awkwardly nodded, suddenly feeling extremely shy around him, compared to a few seconds ago when you had just shaken hands with the royal Monégasque family.
“Oh call me Tony.” He grabbed two champagne flutes from a waiter and handed one to you. “Here” instead of waiting until you grabbed it, he ‘accidentally’ let the glass fall.
With your stupid quick reflexes, you caught it before any drops could be spilled.
“Nice reflexes L/n”
“I have to for my um job sir, um Tony” You awkwardly fiddled with the cap in your hands.
“Oh I’m sure there’s more to it!” He said as it was no big deal, a large smile still plastered on his face as though he hadn’t just revealed your biggest secret.
Your face went white, and you froze - not sure of what to say next.
“Sorry?”
“Would you come to the tower this week? I believe your next race isn’t until the week after. Leaves you time to travel to New York.” You blinked in surprise. Shocked he was so fast to change the subject.
“Yeah- Yeah of course.”
“Ill get a jet for you, and we can talk about your accomplishments over lunch.”
~
So that’s how you found yourself standing in front of the Avengers tower, looking up to the meters of height as a shiver passed through your shoulders.
“Y/n, right?” The man you regonised as Happy stepped out of the building, and you nodded. “Follow me.”
What you didn’t expect was an overwhelming feeling. It was hard to describe. As if someone was pushing you towards a force so strong you felt like a small magnet trying to get away from the bigger one.
You tried your best to shake the feeling off, but the more you walked into the tower, and the more the elevator went up - the more you felt yourself being pulled.
It wasn’t until the doors of the elevator opened to the large dining room / living room that you understood why.
Standing next to Tony Stark was a boy that way too familiar to you.
And suddenly you understood.
It was Peter Parker.
Peter Parker was Spider-man.
The quiet nerd from your bio class was Spider-man.
Was that why you felt so attracted to him? Was that why you felt like you could trust him with everything in you? Was that why you wanted to just walk to him and have a conversation.
Almost like you were two pieces of a puzzle meant to work together.
“Y/n!” Tony greeted but you couldn’t stop looking at Peter. “How’s my favorite F1 driver! It’s nice to see you again.”
“I- I’m good. Thank you.”
“This is Peter. He was around so I thought it would be nice to have someone around your age. What are you two - 12? 14?”
“19” You both said at the same time, making Tony roll his eyes.
Suddenly the two of you made eye contact again, and Peter was looking at you like he was trying to figure out a murder mystery.
Tony looked between the two of you and almost felt the sparks in the air, he was about to clear his throat but Peter spoke first.
“Y- you’re like me?” He breathed out.
“You’re Spider-man aren’t you?” He nodded.
“H- How is this even possible? I-” You watched him as the wheels in his brain turned around. “That- were- You were there! I remember you! You too?”
Tony didn’t understand one bit of Peter’s blabbering but you did.
“I got bitten when we did that field trip in Oroscop.”
“Me- me too! I remember you! You left because your driving was getting serious!”
“Wait you two know each other?”
“We use to be in class together.” You nodded. “Until I left to join F3 in Europe.” Tony raised both his eyebrows at your words.
“Oh well I didn’t have to kick it out of you then. I knew you probably had powers but I didn’t know you were a spider person like Pete.” He chuckled before sitting down for diner.
“You knew- what!?”
“Something you should know is that I have an eye for these type of things. Plus I got a call from Nick Fury about you. He’s been watching you for a few years now. The papers about you are in my office.”
You stayed frozen - the only thing you could do was blink. That made Tony laugh.
“Don’t worry. I’m keeping you on the team. Your little secret is safe with me.” He nodded. “But if one day you want to play the hero you’ll also be welcomed. We could use a very good get away driver. Now will you two stop staring at each other and sit down, I’m hungry.”
The rest of the diner went surprisingly well.
“You don’t know who Niki Lauda is!? Are you serious?” You almost choked on your food at Peter’s lack of knowledge. “You don’t know James Hunt either?”
“No-” He shook his head.
“Kid! Even I know these famous names!”
“You can’t be serious.” you frowned. “you never heard of Niki Lauda? Formula 1 legend? Looks a little bit like Zemo? His rival was James Hunt - people even say he looked like Thor’s twin! Both of these guys are legends.”
“Oh yeah I saw the posts about him looking like Thor.” Tony smiled at the thought.
“You have a lot to learn, Parker.” you shook your head.
“Honestly teach me! I didn’t know the name of any drivers until tonight when Tony said you were coming over.”
“Not even Schumacher.”
“Oh yeah, never mind. I knew that name.”
Diner went to fast for your liking. Tony was incredibly nice and less intimidating than you thought. But most importantly you and Peter seemed to have an unspoken bond that even Tony could sense.
You felt safe around him, that feeling you felt the first time you walked into the tower only becoming stronger.
“Well that was amazing, thank you so much Tony.” You nodded as you slipped your coat back on.
“Thanks kid. It was nice getting to know you.” Tony clapped your shoulder. “I think I’ll be coming to more races.”
“That would be fun.” You nodded and turned to Peter. “It was nice seeing you again Peter, it’s a shame we didn’t talk as much back when we were at school.”
“Yeah.” Peter chuckled. “It was nice seeing you again.” Your stares lingered and Tony wasn’t blind to it.
“Peter why don’t you bring her back to her hotel? I’ll let you two share and compare your spider being experiences.”
“Oh I’d love too. Only if you’re ok with it, I mean.” Peter turned to you.
“That would be nice, Peter.”
Good thing your hotel was a little far.
You hadn’t noticed but the two of you had started to walk almost shoulder to shoulder.
“So you’re telling me you got stuck in your own webs once?” You bit back a laugh.
“Yeah.”
“It’s brilliant that you made them. I would have never thought about that.”
“I mean - you have no need for it.”
“True.”
“I never thought our powers could be used for what you’re doing. It’s impressive you know.”
“Not as impressive as you, Peter. I’ve always felt self conscious about the fact that you’re a hero and I’m just- an F1 driver.”
“Just an F1 driver? Y/n everyone says you’re the best driver in history.” He shook his head. “I checked you out on google during diner. All these articles are wondering where drivers like you were all these years.” His enthusiasm was making you smile.
“But I don’t save people in my free time. I race and race and race and race some more when I could use my powers for good.”
“You’re doing a great service to motor sports.”
“I guess.”
Your heart dropped to your stomach when you saw the door of your hotel.
“That’s my stop.”
“Oh.” He looked up to the sky scraper with the bright logo of your hotel onto of the door. “Alright… Well um-”
“Would you like to come to my next race? I’ll get you tickets.” That took him by surprise. “Tony can bring you with one his jets I suppose, and we could go to London after, it’s only an hour away from Silverstone - that’s the circuit where the race will be. There’s this restaurant I really like- we could go there.” When he didn’t reply you continued rambling. “But I mean- of course if not that- that’s ok-” You were shut up with a kiss to your cheek.
“Peter!” You called. Peter stopped as you caught up with him. “Before you go. I wanted to give you this!”
“It’s a cactus.” He said as you handed him a small fragile cactus.
“Yeah! Isn’t it cute! Don’t touch it though it’s cute but so spiky.” You said with a wince that convinced Peter you’d touched it at least once. “Make sure you look after it ok! I grew this one for you.”
warnings: suggestive themes, toxic peter, manipulation, obsesssive and possessive behavior, hints of infantilization
summary: Ever since the accident that nearly sent you into a coffin, Peter has spent every moment with you out of fear of history repeating itself. Unfortunately, you love him too much to try and say anything about it.
author’s note: this is a part of my 1K followers present week. I hope you enjoy a slightly unhinged spidey boy.
On the night that Peter saw you falling forty stories from the ground, the crack in his behavior shattered into many pieces like a fallen mirror. To think if he did not arrive a second earlier, your neck would have snapped along with your shattering bones. The thought alone of your skin becoming entirely cold and red blood pouring over the gray cement—and it not being his intentional doing—made him vomit into his bathroom sink whenever he thought about it too hard.
Just the proposal of death almost being able to rap at your door was the reason you were under Peter’s warm body in his bed many weeks after the incident. It started slowly, like a boil. He suggested you stay over at his apartment to mentally recover from the situation, but one night turned into a day, which turned into a week. Now you were completely cooked and hadn’t been to your dorm room in months.
Before you even agreed to date him, Peter had his moments. It was as if one screw was never secured correctly whenever he would interact with you. He was always so physically demanding, even when he was only your friend. He would play with your hands and braid random strands of your hair. And when you started dating, he told you how many freckles that graced your pores as a joke.
“Married?” You squeaked as your eyes grazed over the words on the card a hundred times without retaining any of the information. As you momentarily forgot how to even read, you had to rely on the words coming out of Andy’s mouth.
“Yes, uh, married.” He awkwardly cleared his throat. “Dani and I are getting married over the summer.”
a?N: HI… so i know this is looooong overdue, i am so sorry about that. I know how frustrating it must have been to wait so long. Honestly i just got really wrapped up with life and i had gotten a job, and school, then i got a boyfriend so it just really consumed my time. But i got fired, i’m on break, and me and my boyfriend broke up soooo here’s that story lol.
That’s really the only word you could use to describe the next few days leading up to your hangout with Peter.
Whether it was Wanda and Nat attempting to play dress up with you, or Pietro and Bucky ;( a surprising team up) pestering you about how Peter better watch his back. Not to mention your father and Pepper telling you how you don’t have to push yourself.
Really it was exhausting. Especially because you were already nervous as it is.
Peter had really hurt you. It hurts when someone you love just up and decided to cut you out of there lives with no notice, ANd even if its not what Peter intended, it’s how you were effected. So yes, you were a bit weary. How could you not be?
“Miss Y/n, Peter Parker has arrived.” FRIDAY stated, even she sounded annoyed.
Your heart skipped a beat, and you shakily called out a thank you.
As you got your stuff together, you wondered what was going to happen. Obviously it was a good thing that Peter wanted to see you. He even said he wanted to make everything up to you.
So why were you so anxious?
You finally reached the main room, where Peter was there waiting. Again surrounded by passive aggressive superheros, doing their best to make him regret ever making you cry.
As soon as he saw you he stood, faster than you had ever seen him move before.
“Y/N!”, he shouts, sounding relieved, “ Are you ready?”
You send him a small smile, nodding your head and then glaring at the group of adults behind him.
“Yeah, lets go” You say as you walk to the elevator, leaving Peter to follow behind, feeling the scorching gaze of the avengers on his back.
“Have fun, Y/n. I am but a phone call away~” Pietro coos, sweet words with an intimidating message behind it.
You smile to yourself, seeing Peter sigh in relief as the doors shut and the elevator moves to the lobby.
An awkward silence falls upon you two. One that is unfamiliar, as you and Peter have always had something to talk about.
“I’m sorry Y/n…” Peter says suddenly, “ I don’t know what I was thinking…”
You glance to the ground, not knowing what to say. You really were never good at speaking your emotions.
“I think I was just used to being your number one… so when he came along I didn’t know how to handle it.”
“You really hurt me.” You state quietly, “ I know that’s probably not what you meant to do”
“Its not” Peter says quickly, “ Trust me Y/n, seeing you sad and knowing that I’m the reason will always haunt me. I never want to be the reason you cry.”
“But you were” You whispered, looking at your feet.
Peter swallowed, “ I never wanted to … I just needed space to think.”
“Peter… needing space is fine. Understandable, but the way you went about it is what hurt me. You went from texting me and seeing em everyday, to ignoring me and making excuses not to see me. That’s what hurt me.” You say, finally telling him how you feel, “ If you felt that strongly about Jason, then you should have told me. Before you jumped to conclusions and cut me off. If you needed space then you should have told me.”
Peter looked at the ground, taking in what you were telling him.
You felt bad laying into him like that but it had to be said.
“ You’re lucky I love you.” You say with a sigh. Hearing those words Peters heart nearly stopped, looking at your face in surprise,
Did you feel the same as him?
“You can mess up a thousand times and I’d still want you as my friend.”
oh.
“Yeah…friends” Peter says in a tone.
You notice the shift in tone, but before you can comment on it Peters phone goes off. As he checks it his face changes, at first excitement but then it morphs into a look of guilt.
You frown, “Peter who is it?”
“Oh!…uh its Liz.” He stumbles, “But! But! I promised it was just you and me today, and it will be.”
You look at the ground, “If you need to take it then I understand…”
“Hey, no, look I’m putting it away.” He says, pocketing the phone after putting it on silent, “ come on, I’ve been craving a hot dog from a shady stand for the longest time.”
He takes your hand and leads you through the busy streets of Manhattan. The feeling bringing a heat to your cheeks. It was warm and familiar. Being with Peter always brought you a sense of comfort you weren’t able to feel with anyone else. He was your home away from home. Being away from him felt like a piece of you was missing. You didn’t truly understand these feelings, Peter really being the only guy you’ve gotten to know like this, but you’ve seen it before.
You’ve seen it in movies, dreamy scenes where the protagonist goes through a montage of activities with the love interest, only to end with them falling in love. You see it with your parents, the way your father looks at Pepper, as if she hung the moon and stars herself. Its a feeling that you long to have.
And with Peter, you think you’ve found it. You love being around him. The way his hair looks when the sun hits it just right. The way he slightly dances to a song he likes, not enough to be obvious but just enough to be noticable. You love the way he sends you pictures of things he wants before he buys them to get your opinion. Or the way he laughs when you say something that surprises him. The little things that nobody else has noticed but you have.
As you were thinking about all this, you didn’t realize that you stopped walking and were staring at Peter, slightly freaking him out.
“uh…Y/n..are you okay?” He asks, feeling awkward but worried since you just stopped out of nowhere.
Shaking yourself out of it, you smile, “Yeah! Sorry I got lost in thought I guess.”
You couldn’t feel this way for him. How could you when he doesn’t feel the same? He made his choice and his choice was Liz. You really were only a friend to him.
“Hey, wanna swing up to the top of my school? We could eat there?” Peter says with a mischievous smile, knowing you get motion sick.
“Peter…” You warn with a slight smile.
You squeak as he suddenly pulls you in an alley and leaps, webs shooting out of the hidden shooter under his sleeve.
“PETER” You shout, burying your face in his shoulder, trying to hold onto the bag that contained your hotdogs and hold in the contents of your stomach. You flinch every time you feel your bodies drop and rise, the momentum making your stomach twist. Finally, after what felt like forever, you land with a jolt.
“Jeez you really have a tight grip” Peter says with a small chuckle, “Sorry, I know you hate that.”
You huff for a second trying to keep the contents of your stomach in your body. Then you shoot him an sharp glare.
“I hate you.” You say with a slight laugh. Peter puts his hand on his heart feigning a hurt look.
“Don’t say that.” He says with a smile, “Come on, lets eat.”
And you do. While this whole thing hasn’t truly been resolved, it was nice to just be with him. To enjoy his presence once more, and be Y/n and Pete again. In fact this was the thing you missed the most. The comfort he brought to you. The feeling of content and happiness, like you two were the only two people in the world. And as far as you were concerned, at this very moment, you were.
about.in which you find your lab partner in a strange place you’d never expect to find him in.
warnings.corny‼️
ricky rocks. short story 4 my best man because i didn’t want to think too hard into this
“you look like someone who could use some company.”
oh god, you sounded like a weirdo. or a hooker.
but despite that, he still looked and smiled at you, “look at you.” he almost grinned harder once he got a good look at you, taking notice that you weren’t exactly wearing the sweatshirt and sweatpants he always saw you in—but rather a very revealing top and a mini skirt. “didn’t take my lab partner for someone who liked to party.”
“i might say the same thing about you, parker,” you smiled back, taking a seat next to him on the ratty old frat couch he sat on. “when i thought of you getting your rocks off, i thought you’d be in an actual room with rocks.”
“wow, i’m offended,” he squinted at you putting a hand against his chest as if to cover his wounded heart, but he stilled smiled. “i would have hoped you thought higher of me, y/l/n.”
“i don’t intend on offending you, peter,” you smiled with amusement, “i just would have thought you were better than this.” you motioned and referenced to the frat house that you both currently sat in with all the buff dudes bumping their heads as they watched another identical guy chug a beer.
it made him scoff and his head slightly tipped, “but it’s normal for you to stoop this low?”
you shrugged, “we all have our moments of weakness… me more than anyone.”
“oh, so you’re saying this is a weekly occurrence for you?” he quirked an eyebrow, really wanting to know the answer.
and you almost didn’t want to answer, cringing as your head slightly fell sideways in shame, “maybe.”
“oh, on,” he shook his head, “cheap beer? men who don’t know basic hygiene and are probably failing their math 1 class? that’s your type, isn’t it? that’s why you come here, to get some play from boys with pedophile staches and low iqs?”
you laughed maybe a little too loudly, quickly slapping your hand over your mouth as you stared at peter who’s brow arched higher, but still he smiled, loving every moment of your presences.
“i don’t stoop that low.”
“oh, good. we still have time to save you,” he sat up now, clasping your elbow and scooting closer to you, “i almost thought i’d have no chance with you.”
“really?” your cheeks burned and you almost felt shameful for leaning closer to him as his voice was now a whisper and comforting and warm and ready to swallow you whole.
“yeah,” he nodded his head, “compared to those big burley guys who live off pre-workout, i’m nothing.”
you giggled again, feeling woozy and even more drunk with his amusement that was just feeding you to the brim with bliss. it felt out of body, it didn’t feel real, but it was and you felt like a fool falling so fast for someone you barely knew.
“they got nothing on you, peter parker.”
**
you were completely lost with time, but all you knew was he was a really good kisser and that’s all that mattered right then and there as the two of you stumbled into your dorm room where you were soon consumed in pitch black. neither of you could find care for it as you still clung to him feverishly, kissing him with all you could as if on a timer.
you couldn’t help but laugh once his mouth pulled from yours and started pressing kissed against your neck while the two of you still absent mindedly attempted to find your bed. you tried your best to guide but failed—causing the both of you to trip over your own feet and fall to the ground.
you giggled through the pain as you were now squished beneath peter’s body. he groaned, laughing a little himself but he still winced, pushing himself off and to the side of you, “well, we tried.”
“we did.” you smiled, not finding the attempt a complete failure due to now being a lot more familiar with your lab partner.
“i’d say i was hoping things would go a lot more smoother but…” he traveled off, now looking to the side of your face, “i’m not completely disappointed.”
you didn’t believe in love at first sight, of course until you met Peter Parker
Everything about being with Peter felt so intense, so when you fell in love, you fell hard
being with him is so exhilarating, everything about him lights you up from the inside out
from his electrifying touch to the fire you feel each time he simply says Y/N
you were drawn to him, and how he captured the attention of all of Queens, but he was only enamored with you
he may be an avenger, but he’s the one that keeps you grounded and steady
because sometimes you can get your head stuck in the clouds, with plans often bigger than your bank account
but he reminds you of the beauty in your reality
‘peter, can I take off the blindfold yet’
‘just a few more steps’
‘okay we’re here’
as you take off your blindfold, you find yourself in the middle of a park at 11 PM. In front of you, a lofty weeping willow lit up in fairy lights with a picnic basket and a stack of blankets to meet you at the base
‘I’m so confused’
laughing, he brings you closer to sit you down at the trunk, under all the lights, ‘well you’ve always talked about stargazing in the Atacama desert in Chile. I thought for your birthday, I’d bring the stars to you’
one of Peter’s best qualities is his heart. His love doesn’t stop at just his friends and family, but it includes his city
as Peter suits up, getting ready to swing out of your room, he catches your gaze from across the room in the reflection of the window
‘why do you do that’
‘do what’
‘you know,’ he says rosy-cheeked as he turns back to face you, ‘this whole staring thing’
laughing, you close the gap between you two and wrap your arms around his shoulders, ‘what staring thing’
‘like I have the whole world in my hands’
‘maybe it’s because you do, and I couldn’t be prouder. You’re going out there everyday, rain, snow, or shine, protecting a city that doesn’t care to remember your name. You, Peter, are willing to come home broken and battered for strangers,’ you say in awe, tucking a tuft of hair behind his ear as he grows redder than his suit, ‘so yeah I like to stare, take in all that is you with some hope that just a fraction of your goodness rubs off’
you both are a little too impulsive for your own good, getting you and Peter stuck in some tricky, and completely avoidable, situations
but your adventures together, no matter how dumb or reckless, bring the best memories that you couldn’t trade for the world
Requested by a few people but like two years ago when I first started this series so I won’t bother to tag them lmao
A/N: this is my first (writing) post in two years and idk man it’s weird to be back,
Peter Parker was a romantic. An old fashion one in some way.
Since the arrival of Autumn he has been thinking about some couple activities to do with you.
The orangey leaves and the seasonal clothing of the big apple has woken up the hopeless lover within himself.
And so the plan « Fall-in love » started.
He’d ask you to join him at his apartment on a Friday night, agreeing with May to have the place to yourselves only while she had a night out with some friends of hers. But she definitely took care to give her responsible nephew the essential rules to follow, mostly known as « Don’t do what I wouldn’t, etc…»
Peter and yourself were now cuddled up on his couch, under a fluffy blanket while the coffee table was covered with snacks. Candy corn, M&M’s, crisps, you name it, every little things to make this evening the most perfectly romantic one. To add to the whole, a giant-sized popcorn bowl was propped up on your lap.
Peter’s hand was holding yours over the blanket, rubbing its back with his thumb in a soothing caress.
Your head had previously found its place on his shoulder which left you the opportunity to blush without him seeing, which would definitely have increased the scarlet color upon your cheeks.
The movie had yet to be chosen and Peter kept scrolling down the seasonal selection before stopping on probably the worst one he could have picked : « It »
You gulped and looked up at Peter who was looking down at you as if in perfect sync.
« What about this one ? Settles the spooky mood just right »
« Okay » you mumbled, re-situating yourself against him, preparing to be scared shitless and so to be able to bury your face in your boyfriend’s sweater.
It didn’t take long, because within the first few minutes, the clown had already eaten the little boy and you’d manage to just close your eyes and let it pass.
But the scariness only increased as the movie progressed.
You held onto Peter’s hand tighter and brought your other hand to his arm, gripping it as if your life depended on it.
And the more jumpscares, the more you slid behind him, shielding yourself from the screen with every part of him you could find.
Soon enough, Peter has you all tucked against his chest, arms securing your there while your hand tightly fisted his sweated and buried your face in the thick fabric.
Unknown to you, the plan « Fall-in love » was going smoothly. Ans seeing you trying to be brave but completely cuddled up against him and somehow trusting him to protect yo from the hypothetical monster, made his young little heart flutter.
« So adorable » he thought, he before grabbing the remote and hitting « pause » to finally put an end to your misery.
When you noticed the room went silent, you loosen your grip and looked up to find Peter already gazing at you, a hint of amusement obvious on his face.
« I think we had enough of scares for tonight, let’s switch to something more chill »
« Are you sure ? Don’t you want to finish this one ? »
« Not particularly, how about Halloweentown ? »
At the mention of the movie, you sat up, coming back to an even level with him, grinning up to the ears.
« Yes ! »
He chuckled and leaned forward stealing a chaste from you, making you sight in content before taking your turn to lean over and kiss him again.
« Wouldn’t want you to get nightmares. Even if it would »nt be a problem, I’d be there to chase them away »
« Thanks Peter »
You wrapped your arms around him and re-cuddled against his chest.
« You’re my hero
He stared down at you, grinning goofily before setting on the movie and mumbling unaudibly :
Trying to keep your relationship with your professor was easy enough, until you learned that someone had found out about it.
words:7,424
tags: manipulative!peter, explicit noncon/dubcon elements, degredation, implied overstimulation, blackmailing, kidnapping, college student and professor relationship,
a/n:whew this had a lot of words compared to what i usually write. plus, since im bad at titles, i’ll just use my fav song titles lmao. (ps. erik lehnsherr aka magneto is here and im just glad i could put him in my little fictional world bc im d biggest slut for him)
A complete lie, you just did not want to deal with college fuck boys.
The man in front of the class was practically pouring his heart out into the lecture. The chalkboard was filled with white letterings from left to right, not knowing where to start as you take down notes.
“It is important to keep in mind that bimolecular structure and function are dictated by the properties of the medium in which they are dissolved,” your professor explains while continually pacing from one end to the other among the students seated at the first row.
You decided to seat around the middle to the last row, knowing it was the least obvious way for other students in the class to notice how much you fawn over your Organic Chemistry professor rather than the subject itself.
Honestly you could listen to him talk for hours. All those information he had been discussing would not actually process through your thoughts. You knew that better than anyone.
But who honestly would invalidate your reason? Everyone can probably relate to hating Chemistry, no matter what subcategory it is.
Considering that this was probably one of the most difficult courses you had in your program. You were just thankful and lucky enough you landed on one of the hottest professors amongst the campus.
“Hey what did Professor Lehnsherr say about the problems during synthesis of proteins?” Peter asks.
In spite of being fortunate about everything else about this subject, you were not quite happy about Peter Parker following you around like a lost puppy. Especially during the classes you both have alike.
The boy constantly asks so much questions as if you were the teacher already. In addition, he seemed smart enough to figure things out yet somehow he keeps on bugging you for reassurance.
You did not want to be rude. He has not done anything to completely deserve your rage, however he was definitely getting on your nerves.
Honestly you would not want to be infuriated over his consistent queries, but you were just as distracted as he was, maybe even more. With this, you were looking dumber to him each day.
To anyones pride, it was probably a kick in the stomach. You knew you were not the brightest in this class, but it was best to leave the information to yourself. No need for anyone to point out how mindless you were.
And you really were not. You had other Science subjects you totally excel at. Sadly, Chemistry was just not one of them.
“Well, uh, I don’t think I got that part either.” You look aside where he was seated and awkwardly smiled at him before mentioning an apology, “Sorry, Peter.”
In return, Peter smiled at you and dismissed the question. You were not so sure whether to forget about it or take even the least bit of offense. You felt a little mocked by how easily he did it and innocently he smiled, but maybe you were just overthinking this through.
“It’s fine,” he tells. “I just didn’t get the third bullet, but I’ll try to review it in the textbook when I get home.”
“Oh okay, sure.”
“Speaking about reviewing,” Again, Peter tries to start another discourse.
“I was wondering if you got reviewers for the upcoming text for next week? We all know how difficult Professor Lehnsherr’s exams can get, right?” He lets out a forced chuckle, assuming it could lighten the mood.
As much as he tried to make small talks with you, almost everyday, today you really feel like you did not want to return the favor. Especially after having to bring up the test next week.
“I don’t really make reviewers, I usually just scan the books I have at home.”
Lies. You probably have a box full of index cards and sticky notes in your room.
You tried to use every studying tips every corner of the Internet could give. All those study-life hacks that really did not help much but pile up to your disorganized state of mind.
You fucking tried to study Chemistry. You really did.
“What, you don’t?!” He suddenly exclaims, not realizing the loudness of his voice as it almost caught the attention from people at front. “You seem to be busy all the time though. It’s like I always catch your writing or reading something in class.”
Maybe your mood was just off but it definitely seemed weird for him to say that. Though, you did not want to make something from what he said. It was not worth your time.
“I guess people are not always what they seem to be, yeah?”
Again, Peter gives out that soft chuckle and smile, “Then I guess so. You do make a point.”
He does not argue with you any further.
“Can I at least borrow your Physics book? I only bought Chemistry and Biotech for the semester. Didn’t know they would actually utilize it for once,” he scoffs.
At first you hesitated. You were reviewing for it too, but you already felt bad for being no help whenever he asks a question and often times disregarding him when your mood if off. Plus, you did just make it look like you were not much of a study-freak.
“Okay.”
He instinctively fist pumps the air and looks at you with a wide, grateful grin. “Thank you so much. You’re a lifesaver, Y/N.”
“Don’t mention it.” You grab the book he needs from your bag and hands it to him. He accepts it and places it inside his while also clearing the rest of his things.
Looking at his digital wristwatch wherein he raised his index finger up as if he figured something out of it, he says, “He’s going to dismiss the class in a few minutes. We should get ready for Cell Biology next period.
Oh how you hated it. Were you jumping to conclusions? Or was this boy really trying to be too close with you? Or was he just being nice and informing you to prepare ahead?
God, you did not give Peter Parker the right to cloud up your thoughts like this.
“Thanks,” you say, “but I need to talk to Professor Lehnsherr after class. Have to, uh, consult him about my concept paper that he made us submit last week.”
As he tidies his notebooks up and carelessly shoves it inside his backpack, he immediately looks back at you with a confused expression, “Oh, I can always wait for you–”
“It’s fine, Peter. Thank you though.” Two of your hands were instinctively waving in front of you, a meek gesture for him to stop coddling you or whatever move he had been trying to make at you.
“Are you sure? I–”
And if you were ought to be saved further from lashing out over Peter’s incessant attempts, you finally heard the words any student was longing to hear. “Class dismissed. I’ll see you all on Monday.”
“Eri–err, Professor Lensherr just dismissed the class. Better catch up to him before he heads out,” you hurriedly said. And with a loud slam from your notebook, you quickly shut him out. In addition, you practically shoved every thing in front of you into your bag without sparing a second glance.
One strap of your back was slung over your shoulder as you hurriedly flew down the aisle. Professor Lehnsherr was midway into packing his things before you interrupted and approached him.
“Professor,” you call out. “I have a question. About the paper I handed in last week.”
“Uhuh.” He faintly furrows his eyebrows, trying to hide his already obvious bewilderment. “I forgot which assignment was that, Ms. Y/L/N.”
There were students still exiting in class. So you tried your best to make your conversation with him less suspicious. He was most likely doing the same.
“It was about the Chemistry-proposal thing.” You snapped your fingers a few times as you gathered your train of thought, but realizing it was not going effectively. “Well I just wanted to confirm it since, you know, I was hoping for any feedback from you throughout this week.”
“I’m not sure if I have read it. I’ve certainly been busy this week,” he clarifies. “Nonetheless, we can talk about it later. Thank you for bringing it up. I’ll make sure to follow it up in my schedule, Ms. Y/N.”
Both of you made your way out the door once there were only a minuscule amount of students left in class. You probably had been looking at your professor with gushing stares, but you doubt the other people in the room could notice it. They were farther away from where both of you stood, much less would they be able to hear what the two of your were talking about.
“Oh thank you so much, sir!” You almost cried out and jumped in joy while reaching through the threshold. Moreover, you composed yourself before mumbling out, “I’ll see you later, Eric.”
In which you were certain no one would have heard it besides him.
.・゜-: ✧ :- -: ✧ :-゜・．
“I’m sure you’ll get a good grade in the exams, Y/N,” Eric leans back to his seat with a humble smile upon his face.
“Really? I doubt so, there’s a kid in your class that keeps bugging me out to a study date, or whatever you call it,” you sneer. You lick your lips as you finish taking a sip around the wine glass, setting it down and looking back at the man you were having dinner with. “It’s getting very annoying though, he surely knows how to get on my nerves.”
“I’m sure he’s just trying to flirt with you, like any other college boys do.” He optimistically and maturely lays out the options. “It’s pretty normal for anyone to chase someone they are fond of, especially for young adults like you.”
It was a pretty obvious sign that he was trying to let his message reach you.
“Well, I apologize for my standards of men,” you say. “I just want to skip the whole heartbreak in college and character development. All that stuff you usually see in a typical teen romance movie.”
You sigh, looking down and saying, “I already found a man for me. Why would I stoop down for some guy who’s most likely wanting something from me, and dumping me once he got what he wanted.”
“Y/N, I don’t blame you for liking men that’s ten years older than you,” Eric assures. “But I want you to realize that you still have a lot to look forward after graduating
“And I look forward for you too!” You tried to not raise your voice, though having dinner in his house wouldn’t really catch anyones attention. “I can’t wait to finally graduate from second semester and be able to spend more time, publicly, with you.”
“Yes, I understand, honey.” He places his hand over yours as he tries to calm you down. “Like I said, I just want you to make sure that you’ve clearly thought this through.”
Eric adds, “There’s plenty of men out there. I don’t want to take away your opportunity of experiencing something new at such a young age.”
“I’m turning twenty-four! I promise you I’m thinking everything through.” Your voice was much weaker than a few seconds ago. The evident tone of strength fades even with one glance from the man in front of you. You felt yourself shrink in your seat. But you were sure he does not intend to frighten you into compliance.
“Sorry,” you pout. “Didn’t mean to raise my voice.”
“I understand, and I won’t pressure you any more tonight, okay?” He tries to uplift your mood, detecting quickly the shift of the room’s atmosphere. “You deserve a good dinner tonight, like I promised, sweetie.”
His smile made you calmer. It was then that you realized why you were attracted to a man like him even if he was still your teacher.
The way he handles you in any given situation so sensibly. Though it may feels intimidating at first, he consequently tries to override the tone of the conversation which cheers you up.
With one hand, he hold yours and gently draws it towards him at the same moment he leans his head down. Eric presses a kiss against the back of your hand and you butterflies immediately fill inside your stomach. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Every doubt you had entirely disappeared now. If there were hints of you hesitating to continue seeing Eric, they were certainly long gone now.
“Let me drive you home after dinner,” he offers, like the gentleman he is.
Eric always does make sure you get home safe. However, you both agreed that he drops you off at least a block away from your house. Just in case people around your neighborhood might catch you, or worse your parents.
It was not like you were ashamed of your relationship with Eric. Cautious was the term.
You were only a few months in seeing him. Fair enough, he was your second semester professor and the both of you met before that period.
You were not only risking the wrath of your parents once they hear you’re dating an older man, let alone your Chemistry teacher. But you were also putting him at risk if ever his faculty finds out.
Eventually, the two of you pack up and end your conversation. Other than talking about college, the two of you also talk more about yourselves which has progressed you into learning more about each other’s personalities and likes.
He helps you out of his house and into the passenger seat of his car. It had been more than thrice wherein he drove you home, and the familiar scent of leather and the typical Glad air fresheners has clung onto your nose. You strap on your seatbelt on just as he was getting inside the driver’s side.
The ride was not entirely dead silent. Eric made a few more small talks before finally turning a right which was where he usually drops you off. It amazes you how instantly he remembered the way to your home, as you instructed him the first time.
“Thank you for tonight, like always, Eric.”
As always, you made your way out of his car prior to giving him a kiss. You only had to walk straight ahead, glancing at your home which had one dim light illuminating through one window.
Upon entering the house, you figured your parents were already asleep and a hint of the living room lamp was present. Taking the benefit of not having to be interrogated by anyone, you rushed upstairs to your bedroom, turned on the lights, and immediately closed the door behind you with a sigh of relief. A smile was also visible after recalling your night with Eric.
As you made your way towards your bed, a piece of paper lays obvious in the middle of it. Your sheets were flattened and tidied, so you could obviously detect when something is placed on top of it. You have no memory of leaving it early in the morning before you left too.
When picking the paper up, you realized it was a piece of polaroid film. Its back was facing you, having no idea what to expect at the front.
At that point, the smile from your face turned into horror and all the color in you basically drained away.
The picture displayed you and Eric at one dinner night out from a few days ago, you still remember. It could have been anything but malicious, but the way his hand was intertwined with yours as both of you laugh away without worries. It was clear as day, the light shining perfectly at the both of you. Anyone can conclude what was happening in the picture.
You did not know this day would come. The picture was taken from Eric’s home to prevent such things like this from happening. So it puzzled you just as much at it terrified you.
This was definitely someone who had been stalking either one of you. It was not a mere instance like paparazzis who catch celebrities dating on the streets of New York.
Someone definitely have been observing the two of you.
.・゜-: ✧ :- -: ✧ :-゜・．
Days have passed, a week almost. Examinations are scheduled for tomorrow.
And you prayed that the picture you received would be the only thing terrorizing your dreams. But you were completely wrong.
From thereon, you started to receive more pictures, specifically one every morning and night, from your past hangouts with Eric. It were simple shots but had the power to completely jeopardize either one of you, mostly him at stake though.
It was obvious that the person behind this was definitely observing the two of you for a while. Probably even during the most earliest weeks when your relationship with him started.
Though it may seem unfair, you did not mention anything about it to Eric. It was enough the he was keeping with you, his job, and himself private – which clearly was not working out so well. You felt like it was your responsibility to handle this situation. You were so sure you did not try to publicize anything and kept it on the low.
Nevertheless, it was out there. Eric had not mentioned anything so you assumed he did not receive a picture like you did.
Currently, you were seated at the farthest row at the back of the room, somewhat near the corner. Physics was your last subject and you could not wait but finally leave.
In addition, you texted Eric that you would not be seeing him until after the exams. It was an easy excuse not to see him, saying that you wanted to focus on studying for it; however, you knew that you would just be busy thinking about the creepy stalker gallery you have been receiving.
“Hey.” Unsurprisingly, a familiar voice whispers next to you which disrupts your heavy train of thoughts. “You finished studying for tomorrow? I’m about to end my review with Chemistry later.”
“Cool.” Probably the one of the most basic replies in the universe. “I haven’t finished studying, I’m kind of dealing with a lot of things recently.”
You made sure to generalize your answer, but enough for him to sympathize and at least give you some space.
“Oh, sorry to hear about that.” Peter frowns. He takes his seat a few desks away from your left, leaving you to continue thinking. You were thankful for his gesture too.
Surprisingly enough the boy barely bothered you for the entire lecture. You were still engrossed on finding out whoever was stalking you, even so dating back to boys you evidently rejected during the first semester – who badmouthed you immediately afterwards. There were not a lot of names, so it was easy to remember who was who.
You traced back to each boy and remembered what they said after you told them you were not ready to enter a relationship – a complete lie, you just did not want to deal with college fuck boys.
Just as you expected from any of them, rumors have spread out about you which was mostly shaming you physically or mentally. Some were milder insults than the other yet at the end of the day you did not care.
“Fuck,” you whisper to yourself. “Who was that boy at Liz’s party.”
Your eyes were sealed shut, recalling a list of names while using your thumb and middle finger to massage your temples. It was getting frustrating and mentally exhausting.
After some time, you had so much word filling in and our of your brain that you were not aware that your own name was being called. Your heart practically skipped a beat after hearing it the first time, assuming that you were being called to recite an answer. But you became content after seeing that it was just Peter, who started tapping your arm to get your attention.
“Huh?” You lightly shake your head before turning your head aside.
“Oh, class was dismissed a few minutes earlier than usual–”
“Don’t forget to answer the assignment regarding thermodynamic concepts found it the book. You’ll hand it in immediately on Wednesday.” The professor addresses the class as they were already carrying their bags and themselves out the room.
You start placing your stationeries inside yours, packing your other things up until it was only a pair of earphones and your phone left in front. Peter stood near the aisle while looking at you just as you were zipping your bag shut.
“Oh shoot, I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he states out of nowhere causing you to furrow your eyebrows at him. “I forgot I still haven’t returned your Physics book I borrowed last week.”
Nodding your head and standing up, you shrug it off. “It’s fine. You can return it tomorrow.”
“Sure, but how will you do your Physics assignment?”
Oh yeah. Your professor literally reminded the class a few seconds ago.
“I think I might be able to do it overnight. How many pages is the task?”
“Eight, or nine I think.” He frowns looking very guilty at you.
“Shit,” you swore. That was a lot of pages than the usual assignments given.
“Yeah, professor said it could help add points if you somehow get a bad grade at the tests.”
“Never mind,” you tried to set his mistake aside. “I’ll try to do it within overnight tomorrow. I can ask for help from my friend tomorrow morning and–”
“Wait! I realized you can stop by my apartment to get it.”
“Oh–er, Peter, I don’t think I have time to–
“It’s just nearby the campus, I promise,” he assures and adds, “it wouldn’t be a hassle, it’s probably on your way home anyway so it won’t make a difference.”
“Uhm.” You were doubtful of him.
However, you did realize that you did not have anything to do after class. You were keeping distance with Eric for the meantime which meant that your schedule was mostly vacant after this.
“Please,” he begs, “I feel so bad for keeping it the whole week. I swear it’s like a few blocks from here.”
“Would it take more than twenty minutes?” You purse your lips, convincing yourself that you would rather force yourself to study at home than spend it at someone’s apartment.
“I only take around ten minutes to walk so,” he answers. “Unless you’re a slow walker, of course.” The tone of his voice seeming to be joking.
Again, he pleads. This kid will not fucking budge.
“Fine,” you blurt out. Though, you realized your sudden-almost lash out moment at the boy that you made sure to reiterate it but slower, “I mean, sure. I can stop by your apartment to pick up my book.”
An awaited smile and sense of agreement washes over you.
Peter then leads the way as you walked behind him, maintaining a short distance so people would not throw out any suspicious looks. Like in every college, everyone knows just how fast gossips formulate and rumors spread.
If you think about it though, it might avert anyone’s suspicion – mainly pertaining to your creepy stalker – with you and your Professor. But you were not prepared for that yet, maybe some time when you can finally think about its consequences through.
True to his word, as the both of you exited the campus, it took a short time before the boy in front of you told that you were about to enter through the entrance to the building of his apartment. You were not so sure if it was really a momentary walk or because you were so focused on thinking and keeping a distance.
At some points he did often look back in case you got lost from following him. Plus, like always, he asked you simple questions either about your day or your subjects to make small talk. In which case, you were barely answering him but definitely progressed compared to when he attempted for previous times during class.
In addition, as the two of you walked down the block, the number of faces you could only assume was in college decreased. Meaning that the glares at you eased up.
“Well, here’s my location.” A loud huff follows as he uses a key to unlock the door for the entrance to the building, “It wasn’t that far, was it?”
“Yeah, I guess it wasn’t that far.” You agree as he holds the door for you and then walks right after you.
As Peter leads you upstairs onto around the fourth level, he proceeds to walk along the corridors. The array of same beige colored doors with small golden indents of unit numbers paraded along it too. Eventually he stops and inserts a key into the lock, twisting it until hearing the unlocking sound.
For a moment you hesitated to follow him. You just wanted your book and you were sure he can give it to you on a shorter span than your walk from campus to here. Was it that troublesome?
Entering his complex, you discovered how minimalistic it looked. To be fair it seemed quite small, the living room instantly greeting you through the entrance and a kitchenette at the side. But since his things were tidied up, it looked roomy.
You instinctively close the door behind you, slightly aware that it did not create a locking sound. Following Peter, you took a few more steps until you stood still at the passageway between his living room and entryway.
“Do you want a drink?” Peter asks.
“No thank you.” You were still trying to subtle. “I just want my Physics book, Peter. Please?”
He looked at you and paused for a split second. You could feel the frown behind the expressionless look. “Yeah. Okay. Sure,” he nods for a few times before turning around and proceeding to a seemingly narrow hallway. “I’ll get it in my room. Be back in a second.”
Your feet faintly paced back and forth, still where you stood a few meters between the entrance and living room. After a few more minutes, Peter emerges carrying the familiar book with one hand.
He approaches you within a few stops but stops in his tracks, leaving a distance from you. “Well uh,” he starts as his chin was tucked.
“I just want to tell you something before I hand you back your book.” He looks up at you with really pleading eyes. During other instances in university, you were definitely familiar with that look. However, this one probably ranked as one of the most downhearted ones.
You did not want to feel regretful for him. Though it definitely feels like you just kicked a puppy.
“Was is it?”
“I love you,” he blurts out as his face goes back from hiding and looking down.
It seemed awkward. You were somewhat expecting it, but you were also hoping that this day would not come – or not at least until you graduate and leave the university.
“Oh.” You honestly did not want to react.
Were you going to say sorry? How about thank you? Would it be better if you said you did not like him back? Or will the best response be that you are already taken?
“Peter, I–”
“Are you really dating Eric?” He shots up with eyes appearing almost teary.
What. The. Fuck.
“No,” you mutter. It was not much of an answer to his question. It was more on being quite horrified as your mind started jumping to conclusions.
The amount of things running around your mind right now was immeasurable.
Firstly, anyone could make two and two out of what he said, especially knowing that no one knows it even so around your circle of friends.
Secondly, you should have thought better. Your doubts with Peter should have been grater and you totally underestimated him. However, some part of you prayed that he was just an annoyingly awkward nerd who follows his friends regarding flirting tips.
Lastly, you turned around and ran.
You probably got your way with opening the door and taking two steps out. It was not long before you felt arms wrap around your waist and either side of your arms. You were then lifted and pulled behind while you tried to kick at the air as an escape. Did not work though.
Peter was surprisingly stronger than you thought. He already seemed fairly muscular at class, hiding behind those long sleeved sweaters and flannels.
Eventually the last thing you remember was the image of the door of his apartment open while you get sucked into the room further. Everything went black afterwards.
.・゜-: ✧ :- -: ✧ :-゜・．
When you felt that you were slowly restoring to consciousness, you were aware of the pounding at the back of your head and your arms.
You tried to move your hands, wanting to press against the parts of your body that were aching. But you felt incapacitated as your wriggled your wrists around and felt an unfamiliar sticky fluid enveloping around them.
“Glad you’re awake,” a voice says. “Does your head hurt?”
You tried to open your eyes, the dark lighting of the room not cooperating with your vision. A light from the window and a lamp were the only things that helped you form something out of the void.
From there you saw Peter Parker sitting closely beside you at the edge of the bed.
Hell please let this be a nightmare.
“What–” You groan, “What do you want from me.”
Your mind was building up your anger yet your body says otherwise. You felt exhausted and heavy.
Peter shushed you in a caring manner, “We’ll talk when you feel better. I’ll let you get more rest okay, sweetie?”
“Uhh.”
That was what you could remember the most. If you have awoken for other times in between your sleep, then you surely did not have an idea of it.
When you finally woke up, the level of your grogginess felt little to none already. You looked around and saw that the room was still dark and seemingly still nighttime.
As your head was twisting from side to side, you saw Peter appear from the doorway carrying a translucent cup filled with water in one hand. “Hey, you’re finally awake.”
Instead of replying to him, your wrists writhe beneath the fluid that you are still not familiar of. You could not really look up to get a good view of what it was, but it was wet, sticky, and felt like super glue.
On the other hand, both your legs, ankles, and feet were free. The back of your thighs bounced against the bed as you struggled, but it would not do much since your arms were practically stuck.
“Fuck,” you grumble.
“That won’t help. You’re pretty much stuck there,” he says, Then he takes a seat at the edge of the bed, alike where you remembered him positioned from earlier, “Might as well talk to me until I let you go.”
“Okay then, when will you let me go?” Your voice was calm hoping you could talk your way out of this mess.
“If you behave for me like a good girl, okay?”
Shivers went up your spine as you cringed at his statement.
Immediately, your mood shifts from calm to furious after hearing his disturbing bargain. Then purposely rolling your eyes for him to see. “How the hell will I behave if you’re a creepy stalker! You disgust me!”
Peter hums, displaying a look wherein he seems like he was thinking. You were not sure if it was sarcastic or not, either way it annoyed the hell out of you. “Creepy stalker sounds overstated, it was more on being curious.”
You scoff as well as exclaim, “You sent me photographs of me and Eric at his house! Fucking hell, Peter.”
“Oh yeah that part.” He slyly pouts his lips to the side as he comes to realize what he had done, “I guess it was a bit creepy–”
“What do you mean a bit? That was invasion of privacy!”
Despite being trapped, both your hands balled into a fist, feeling very furious at his dense answers. “I was living my own life! I kept my relationships to myself,” you cry out.
“Yes, but you weren’t completely living your life,” he whispers while gently combing his hair through the front of your hair. “You deserve much more than someone who couldn’t proudly tell that you’re his girl. Is he even a man? Do you really enjoy that kind of life, sweetie?”
“We were happy,” you weep. The evident crack on your voice was a signal that you were about to cry though you were not sure if it was because you were held hostage or because you were worried for Eric.
No one would understand your situation with him right now. Especially Peter.
“Trust me you weren’t,” he scoffs. “You deserve so much more, and I can give you that.”
“I’d rather be alone forever than be with you, asshole!” Your voice was inconsistent, clearly affected by how fast Peter’s mood also shifts quickly.
You also figured you were not looking entirely fresh while crumbling beneath him. Drops of tears and sweat were all over your face and neck, both your eyelids felt swollen, and your nose was almost stuffed.
Peter stand from the edge of the bed and advances to his desk from the side. A harsh bang echoed throughout the room as your body twitched out of shock.
“What does that dick have that I don’t?!” He grits his teeth as the curves of his jaw intensifies. A displeased look was written all over his face.
“P-please let me go.”
“I need you to answer, sweetie. We going nowhere unless you answer!” He was never going to let you go if you were not going to cooperate.
Every step he takes closer back to the bed just increases your heart beat further. He had rolled the sleeves of his sweater up to the edge of his elbows and you felt threatened looking at how firm his arms looked.
“Peter, p-please,” you hiccup.
As Peter returns to the edge of the bed, he does not hesitate anymore to keep a distance. His hands hover to either sides over your body and sets the left side of his head on your midriff, laying while also getting a good view of your vulnerable state.
He does not even look life he was struggling to make an effort to keep you down, but you could feel how heavy he was and was barely giving you a chance to move around.
“I can give you so much more, Y/N.” The way his gaze directs at you was definitely one of the creepiest things you have experienced. He had so much emotions yet completely lacked sympathy for your state of mind.
Shutting your eyes, you only cried further. You felt a hand cup one of your cheeks as its thumb wipes away the pouring tears. Like a broken record, you only pleaded more, “Please let me go.”
“I can’t.”
“Why.” You bawled, realizing he has no plans of releasing you anytime soon despite it. “I won’t tell anyone about this, I p-promise.”
“I know that,” he says, “but you’re going to run back to Eric, probably tell him too, right?”
You did not want to answer, merely shaking your head as you resisted a cry from your lips. It was somewhat what you had planned, but now you were just scared shitless.
“You won’t tell anyone but him cause no one knows about it other than you two, right?” He corners your words.
“Eric would lose his job if someone, especially your parents find out, right?” Hell he was correct. He most likely had been stalking you for so long to find out about it.
“You love him so much, you wouldn’t want to hinde
It was terrifying that someone had been learning about you and your life for a while without your awareness.
“Please stop. What do you want… money?” you whimper.
Peter did not seem likes normal college boy; he does not think like one, too, for sure. Anyone with a right mind would not do something like what he did. No one would have the guts to do so.
“I just want you, Y/N. I want to give you what you deserve,” Peter answers as he sits up and leans his face closer to yours. His mouth leaves a small gap from your right ear as he whispers, “Let me make you feel good.”
“No–”
He cuts off your plea with a proposition, “If you let me, I might consider letting you free.”
“You want that, right? Want me to let you go…” His hand combs through the other side of your face, “just let me show you that I can do way better than him.”
Every ounce of your blood was trying not to give in. You were smart, you ought to find a way out of this. However, you realized that it will not be enough. You already struggled so much from the super glue around your wrists and you could not imagine how much more would it take now that Peter was on top of you.
Eventually you stopped struggling and let him be. There was no way out of this than to let him do what he pleases.
You feel his lips press against your ear first and then progresses over your cheek. His grip around your arms loosen after detecting that you stopped struggling beneath him. You could feel him smile on your skin, “That’s it, relax for me. Good girl.”
His hand reaches to undo your pants as his lips drifted on yours to force their way on making out with you. Another hand then presses under your jaw and throat. “P-Peter,” you choke, feeling lightheaded after being unable to breath properly though your mouth until the grip had loosen.
“Sorry, babe.”
He soon descends from your face to your neck and collar region. You were so sure he was leaving marks on you as you felt him suck and nibble against your skin. Like a controlling asshole he was, you expect to see bruises on your skin by tomorrow.
Despite having your hands fastened, he still moves your shirt upwards past your head. It halts and hands loosely around your arms as you emerge topless beneath the boy.
“Fucking beautiful,” Peter compliments your body under his breath.
Although he seemed to have time on his hands, he does not leave a second wasted. He also goes to haul your pants past your legs and ankles. The growing look of impatience on his face says it all.
Peter moves from your side and welcomes himself between your legs. He spreads them out to have enough space for his body and you could not feel more embarrassed than this.
You grit your teeth over each other as you felt him press fingers against your cunt. Instinctively, you clench around nothing as he continues to play with your entrance, making sure you get entirely soaked under his touch.
“You know you shouldn’t hold back. I know you’re loving it so far, your body says otherwise,” he teases before laying on his stomach and moving his head closer to your pussy.
Without a warning, he licks a strip of you making the back of your thighs quake lightly. Peter senses your reaction and continues to do so, using his tongue to play around and poke inside of you until you were slowly giving in without even realizing it.
Just as you thought you were getting used to his actions, he then inserts fingers inside you, feeling your warmth around it as he pushes it in and out.
“Oh,” you moan.
He continues, making sure he also does not leave your bud of nerves behind. The tip of his fingers and tongue alternate on playing against it, making you throw back your head out of pleasure.
“I bet he doesn’t please you like this,” he scoffs.
Eventually, at your vulnerable state, you could already feel yourself closing to an orgasm. Your toes curled as your temples throbbed, sealing your eyes shut as you accepted on giving in.
You bit onto your lower lip, trying to resist a moan. Somewhere inside you, you were still trying to fight back and not let Peter have the satisfaction he had been craving.
“You’re being so tight… Just let it out.” He coaxes and you hate how you did what he told you so.
The extensive grin on his face seemed priceless. He pulled back and you were aware that you seemed exhausted beneath him. You assumed he was done with whatever he wanted to do with you.
But when he started to take off his sweater and unbutton his pants, you realized it was far from over.
As he presents himself just as naked in front of you, he again welcomes himself between your legs. This time you get a better view of him and his muscles and abs. He gets a good view of your body too for sure as his hand reaches to start stroking his dick.
He places one hand on your thigh and pushes it farther to give him more room. Finally, he inserts in inside you and you automatically felt him throbbing between.
There was a growing heat between the both of you, and it only intensified as Peter started to thrust his hips forward and backwards. There was not even a rhythm from him as he moves harder after hearing you softly moan underneath.
The slapping sound echoes through the room that would eventually reek of sex and you felt ashamed that your body was enjoying all of this.
“Ah… ah… ahh… agh….”
“You’re starting to enjoy this, aren’t you?” He brags as one hand was reaching for your breasts while the other holds your thigh up. “Fucking slut.”
Your body and mind were tired and could only hold so much longer. It was not a surprise when your stomach started to churn your the muscles in your thighs were cramping up.
Peter did no help after seeing you starting to wear out. He tried leaning in to make out with you and expect to moan into his mouth. You did for a moment, a combination of both your drools were streaming down from the corner of your mouth.
“We’re making a mess, huh,” he mumbles. “But I know you’re already a dirty fucking girl.”
He proceeds to deprave you with statements, “Can’t believe you’re enjoying my cock better than that old man’s… Such a fucking whore.”
You twist your head aside, trying to hide the fact that you feel like your temperature were burning up. You were so sure he could feel the increasing warmth of your walls either way.
Your eyes were rolling back as you resist arching your back, which was not really a success as the amount of pleasure was overwhelming.
As you writhe beneath him, you felt a hand on your cheek. It pushes your head back onto looking at front and at Peter. “I want you t look at me when you’re going to cum, sweetie,” he orders and you could not do much anyways.
The second time you came was a whole other level. You never felt this with any person you slept with so far, rather not this fast and intense to say. “That’s it, fuck, you’re tighter than I could ever imagine.”
Peter continues until it was his time to cum. The bed continues to move along with his pace and your body was basically abused to his liking.
And even if you were not aware of it, the boy was practically thankful that his agency decided to agree to soundproofing his whole apartment – his motive being for personal reasons, which they did not question any time soon.
You were helpless, you knew that. All you had in mind now was rest. Your eyelids were heavy and your mind was drifting to slumber.
The last thing you remember was Peter moving over your body to come all around your chest like a painter with its paint brush creating a masterpiece from your chest to your core.
Warnings: none! wait I may have sworn once. and there’s a mini fight but zero descriptions of anything
Notes: Whole lotta filler because I have big plans for the next chapter. Sorry this took so long, was super busy again this week and just wasn’t feeling the writing thing at first. As always, though, I hope you enjoy and please be sure to leave me any thoughts/comments/questions/etc.!! Thank you all for reading :)
Summary: Ned informs Peter of just how whipped he is, but he panics as Harry comes back into the picture. Lucky for you, Tony and Pepper are there to save the day with some relationship advice.
The cafeteria slowly filled with students arriving from their classes. The lunch line grew longer and longer, but Ned and Peter were lucky to get out of class early and be some of the first in line. Ned looked around manically as he and Peter plopped down at their usual table, relieved when he didn’t see you and MJ yet.
“Peter, I have to tell you something that happened at the dance after you left.”
“What, people danced? You guys said it was boring.”
“It was,” he snorted, rolling his eyes. “But Y/N said something before she followed you.”
“Oh yeah, and weren’t you supposed to keep her there? And not let her follow me?”
“Ok, ok, sure. But you’re going to freak when you find out why I let her go!”
“Out with it, Ned! No need to make this suspenseful.”
“Oh, like you guys aren’t weird and secretive already. Listen, she was trying to get me to let her go and I kept saying no and she was so worried about you getting hurt. She had this look in her eyes and was so insanely concerned, so I asked her straight up if she liked you. She—”
“Youwhat?”
“She acted all confused and stutter-y at first, but I just knew it was fake. So, I told her that you’d be relieved to find out she liked you, too.”
“TOO?”
“Uh, yeah? But she literally inflated in front of my eyes. She—”
“Ned, oh my gosh.”
“It’s like I’m your love life guy in the chair!”
“Ned! I have to tell you something about that night too. About the battle and stuff.” Ned leaned in as if about to hear an age-old story about his great ancestors. “First of all, when she found me, she was shaking and literally crashed into me with a hug. And then when I was having to go keep fighting, she was so worried because I almost got crushed by a building—"
“ABUILDING?”
“Yeah? I got out. Anyway, she was nearly crying with worry and I wiped a few of her tears away. And just held her and she held my hand. And then later when she blacked out—”
“SheBLACKED OUT?”
“NED! Quiet! She blacked out because she was falling out of the sky as dead weight because the Vulture inactivated her suit somehow. And when she fell…I felt so much pain. I thought I lost her again…I couldn’t breathe,” he whispered, reflecting on the struggle that night on the beach. “When I felt her pulse, I could breathe again and I didn’t want to let go. But she was still worried about me.”
“Woah. How’d you leave it?”
“OH! So, the next day? Ned. I told her I wish I had taken her to homecoming. Technically she heard me say it under my breath, but whatever. You know what she did? She kissed my cheek. I couldn’t move. I’m so lame…freaking out about a hug basically…”
“Dude. You are SO whipped.” “Who’s whipped?” You and MJ tossed your lunches onto the table next to the boys, more interested in teasing them than you were in their gossip.
“Peter is!” Ned blurted before Peter kicked him underneath the table.
“Oh,” you muttered, visibly sinking in your seat. Peter’s own face dropped as you stared down at your food, poking around with disinterest.
“For who?”
“A…a girl,” Peter answered, not wanting to give an honest answer to MJ’s question but definitely noting your reaction.
“Good to know. But, you know, if it was a boy, like Ned, you could tell us those things. That’s what friends are for,” MJ said, lips curling up in a smirk. Peter tried to argue but Harry walked up to the group and cut him off.
He sat down next to you, resting his arm around your shoulders as he started talking. “So you’re Tony Stark’s daughter?”
“Adopted, but…yeah,” you responded, tensing under his wing. After the press conference, the whole school obviously found out about your identity. Flash lost his mind and blew up your phone – no surprise there – but so far school had otherwise been normal. A few questions, lots of stares, and a few more people willing to talk to you. Nothing that mattered to you, though.
“Right, right. But that’s
where you had to go Saturday night? Because you were fighting a huge battle and saving the city?”
“I…I guess?”
“Ok. That’s pretty amazing. I forgive you.”
“Forgive me?”
“Yeah! It hurt when you left but I totally understand it all now,” Harry explained, offering a sweet smile as you and your friends stared blankly back at him. “So, since our first date got screwed up, I was wondering if you’d like to try again sometime? Maybe…Friday night?”
You blinked hard and your eyebrows furrowed as you processed what he said. “Date?”
“Yeah! You know, like I’ll come pick you up and we could grab dinner.”
“I…uh…I,” you sputtered, looking to your friends like a silent plea for help. MJ had little reaction to the conversation, especially in comparison to Ned and Peter. Ned looked as if he had just watched his favorite Star Wars character die and Peter watched with concerned eyebrows over glossy puppy-dog eyes. Peter’s expression didn’t waver as you held his gaze, a whirlwind of moments returning to your mind. You flashed back to meeting Peter for the first time, to thinking he hated you, to when he hugged you for the first time as you left his apartment after studying all day together. You thought about the gala and about watching Star Wars afterward and falling asleep on his shoulder; about him trusting you during the fight in Germany. You remembered him being there you when you felt most alone and about waking up in his arms, warm and happy and safe. You felt the heat from the fires as you thought of the fear you felt for each other in the fight against the Vulture on the beach, and the honest conversation you had the next morning. Peter was…Peter.Harry…wasn’t. “So? Whaddaya say?” Harry asked again, poking your shoulder. “Pick you up at seven?”
You blinked, forcing yourself out of your distracted trance and back to the conversation at hand. “I…I have to ask.”
“Ask what? Who?”
“I have to ask…Tony. And Pepper. I…I don’t know if they have rules about this or if I have training then or something.”
“Huh. I mean, seems a little weird that you’d have to ask for permission, but ok. Just…text me when you know, I guess.”
He walked off shaking his head, his friends instantly surrounding him and asking him what you said. They looked back at you, eyebrows pressed together in simultaneous confusion and judgement. At your table, everyone returned to eating, though this time in uncomfortable silence. Peter watched you stare at your tray, pushing food around your tray without taking a bite. Though he hadn’t wanted you to say yes, seeing you weighed down by an internal struggle didn’t make him feel any better.
None of your classes the rest of the day could pull your attention away from the thoughts and emotions swirling within you. Putting the feelings going through your head into words and saying them out loud was even scarier than the thought of having to reject someone to their face. Either way, you were going to have to be vulnerable to someone, and that sounded terrifying.
You quietly sat through your remaining lectures with your head buried in your notes as your friends looked on. They could all tell you were uncomfortable – it wasn’t hard to see – but Ned and MJ didn’t understand it like Peter. He eyed you sitting in front of him in one class, his own memories returning to all the times you spent together. Most recently, he felt your hand on his shoulder and lips on his cheek from just days earlier, a moment he clung to for hope that you might like him half as much as he liked you.
As the last bell finally rang, you nearly sprinted off campus and into Happy’s car. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to figure this out alone, you texted Tony and Pepper for back-up. Hoping you had finally come to your senses, they scurried to the common area to meet you as you arrived, and the three of you sat down at the table together to talk.
“I don’t know how I got here,” you explained after telling them just about everything. You left out a few details you weren’t sure about, including Peter’s name. The last thing you needed was Tony running around the compound screaming that he was a teenage matchmaker. “I didn’t know anyone my age a few weeks ago, and now I’m the stupid girl stuck between two boys.”
“No, you’re the smartgirlstupidly stuck between two boys.” You quirked a brow at Tony’s clarification and he explained further. “You’re smart, but the answer here is obvious. Right? I mean, Pe—”
Pepper elbowed him harshly and he shut up. “I know it’s a hard thing you’re going through. As scary as it is, I think you need to talk to the boy you like. Especially if you know you like him better than Harry.”
“How do I bring that up? And not run away?”
“You see him all the time. He practically lives here—”
“Tony!”
“He does!”
“You…you know?” Your voice squeaked with bubbling embarrassment. Pepper and Tony looked to each other, pushing down laughter and instead settling for teasing smiles as they faced you again.
“You weren’t exactly great at hiding it, sweetheart,” Pepper teased, “but don’t worry. Peter is even more obvious, I promise.”
“He won’t stop talking about you! We go down to the lab to work and he’s all ‘Mr. Stark, Mr. Stark! Y/N did this, Y/N is so great, Y/N Y/N Y/N.”
“Oh my gosh—”
“In all seriousness, though, you should just talk to him, kiddo,” Tony tapped your hands that you now pressed against your hot face.
“Hey Mr. Stark—oh.” Peter stood at the top of the stairs leading into the common area, backpack draped over his suit and mask clenched in one hand at his side. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“Actually, great timing, Pete! We were just—”
“—Just about to go down to the lab, right?” Pepper jumped in to cover for you. “You were telling me about working on the new suit.”
Tony rolled his eyes at Pepper but grinned as he looked back to you and Peter. “I suppose I was. Let’s go to work.”
Down in the lab, Tony had FRIDAY wheel out the Iron Spider suit. Though he had seen it before, Peter couldn’t help but stare at it in awe. And he didn’t even know the best part.
“Wanna do the honors?” Tony prompted you, a hand on your shoulder as Peter continued to marvel at the suit. You walked up to it and smiled back at the two boys before reaching up to press the spider on the suit’s chest. It immediately retracted into the right web shooter, which fell into Dum-E’s grasp stretched out below. You picked it up and tossed it to Peter, who was still zoned out but thankfully returned to earth as his spidey senses alerted him to the object lobbed toward his face. He looked back at you and Tony, still silent, and Tony nodded with encouragement to try it on.
The web shooters fit as well as they always had and molded quickly to his wrist. Like on your suit, he then pressed the inside of the web shooter where he’d take his pulse and the suit started snapping on to his body, expanding all from that web shooter. Lastly, it covered his dropped jaw and the eyes expanded to mirror his.
“This is…woah.”
Tony explained a few of the new tricks but it was you who suggested he learn about its hidden feature. Because it was activated with neural impulses, you told Peter to think about having an extra set of hands to help. Or legs, you joked, snickering at Tony despite Peter not getting the joke.
It took him a second being the first time, but the legs suddenly snapped out and expanded just like the rest of the suit had. The four legs hovered behind Peter to wait for another neural impulse to direct them, but Peter once again found himself in complete awe.
“What are these?”
“Legs.”
“No, but like…what arethey?”
“They’re literally extra legs. They can fight and move you around or help you climb walls or whatever your heart desires,” you rambled, shoulders tensing as you realized what you said. Peter just nodded, however, too caught up in the new legs sprawling out from his back. Testing it out for a few minutes turned into trying some challenge maneuvers. Whereas last time you tested a new suit in the lab with Peter you were just tossing kickballs up into the air, this time you tossed the balls into the air for him to retrieve while some of Tony’s older suits tried to knock him down.
Wanting to get more comfortable in your own suit, you pressed down the bracelets on your wrist. The nanotech suit quickly spread over your own body until the mask clicked on to your face, lighting up the eyes and arc reactor. Tony took over tossing kickballs while you lifted into the air, surprising Peter by flying toward him while he dodged a punch from another suit. The legs pushed him off the wall and he somersaulted in the air before landing in his classic spidey stance. You landed opposite him in Tony’s classic stance, fist punching down into the ground in a lunge.
Both of your masks recoiled from your faces and the two of you stood up, moving to talk to Tony to decide what to test next. On the lab bench, your phone rang – which was weird given that the two people that normally called you were in the lab with you – and you left the conversation to answer it.
“Oh, hi Harry,” you answered as you pressed the phone to your ear, gesturing toward the door and stepping out while your suit compressed itself. Peter watched you step out of the room, eyes following you even as you paced in the hallway on the other side of the glass wall. His shoulders drooped and Tony put his arm around Peter, steering him away from the glass.
“Still pining, huh?”
Peter stopped walking and sighed; Tony stood in front of him with a quirked brow. “She likes someone else. He asked her on a date today and she’s talking to him right now. I can’t get between them.”
“She told me what happened. Trust me, though – there’s nothing to get between.”
“How do you know?” Peter shrugged, thinking back to what Ned said. “I mean, my friend thinks she likes me, and we’ve gotten really, really close but I just…I don’t know for sure.”
“Do you remember when I came to meet you for the first time in your apartment and – being the total dweeb that you are – you told me you couldn’t go to Germany because you had homework?”
“Yes…”
“And then do you remember how you trusted me and trusted your Spider-Man powers and took a leap to fight the Avengers?”
“Yes, but it’s different—”
“But it’s not. It’s a quick bit of courage and then common sense takes care of the rest. You have to trust what you’re feeling. What are you feeling?”
“Ifeel like I really like her. A lot. Every time—”
“NOPE. I don’t need details. You two are happy when you’re together and I trust you, so that’s enough for me. Like I told her about you, just talk. To each other.”
The glass door swung back open behind them and you walked in still tapping on your phone.
“Wait, Mr. Stark, you talked to her about me?”
“Justtalk, ok?” He whipped around to you. “Anything crazy?”
“Nothing, thankfully.”
You tossed yourself onto a stool at the lab bench where you were working as Peter suited back up, asking Tony to run a few more practice trials. Tony had to repeatedly slow him down as he ran through drill after drill until the motions were nearly mastered. Tony groaned every time Peter asked for a re-do while you watched from the side and chuckled, the noise they made thoroughly distracting you from the homework in front of you.
From across the room, Tony met your gaze and raised his eyebrows, a silent inquiry into what you said on the phone call. “I turned him down,” you mouthed quietly back, and Tony smiled warmly and winked before returning his attention to Peter. You looked to Peter, too, amazed by how effortlessly he used the extensions of the suit despite just using them for the first time.
Though Peter didn’t bring it up at school that week, he constantly thought about Tony’s advice. That said, you didn’t bring it up, either, and had all the same chances to do so. Peter’s skin crawled whenever Harry tried to talk to you throughout the week, but what he didn’t know was that you didn’t like it, either.
Finally, that Friday afternoon, Peter swung around the city on patrol when he spotted a bank robbery. Climbing in through the vents until he hung from the ceiling to scout it out, he counted 12 armed thieves. Even with his new high-tech suit, he decided, this was more than he should take on alone for a casual patrol night. He didn’t want to call Tony, though, and sound any more like a baby Avenger than he knew he already did. So, he called you.
Seeing Peter’s name pop up on your phone wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. He called while swinging around the city on occasion and you loved talking to him, so you never turned down one of his calls.
“Y/N? Can you hear me?”
“Yeah, Pete…why are you whispering?”
“I’m in a bit of a sticky situation and am wondering if I can request backup?”
“You shoot web fluid, Pete. You’re always in a sticky situation.”
“Ok, yeah. Puns aside, I really do need help, please!”
“What’s up?”
“I’m currently on the ceiling of the Queens County Savings Bank on 188th and there are 12 people with guns. I could do it…of course…but just want to be safe, you know…”
“Peter Parker! That is too many! I’m flying over now; don’t you dare move a muscle.”
“Thanks,May.”
“Shut up, dumbass. Don’t hang up.” The robbers cracked into the safe in the back, starting to pull out wad after wad of cash while the alarm blared throughout the strip mall. “Ok, I’m here!”
Peter had no idea how you flew so fast but shot out webs at two of the weapons as you flew through the shattered glass at the front of the store, knocking out their two guards on your way in. Peter webbed the two weapons to the wall before slingshotting himself toward the now-unarmed men, simultaneously punching both with knock-out blows. Behind him, you armed your repulsors, hitting thief after thief as they tried to run away. Focused on nabbing weapons, Peter didn’t see as one of the remaining robbers pointed his gun right at him. Alerted by FRIDAY to his danger, you jumped in between the gunman and Peter and activated your shield. It shot out in all directions to protect you both as bullets rained down. Now aware of the attacker, Peter hopped over the shield and yanked the weapon into the air before slamming it down on the robber’s head. Five people remained now, and you looked at Peter for half a second as if to agree on a plan before finishing the job. While FRIDAY called the police, you worked to corner the stragglers so that Peter could web them up.
The sun set slowly on the horizon as you walked out of the bank casually with Peter, both of you still in your suits. You were shoulder to shoulder, occasionally bumping together even though you blamed it on the shoulders of your iron suit being wider than what you were used to. Sirens of police cars wailed as they approached the bank but even that didn’t overshadow the much-needed conversation hanging in the air.
“Hey, Pete?”
The hesitation in your voice brought ice to his veins. “Yeah?”
“Are…are you done with patrols for the night?”
“Oh!” A small part of him sank with relief, though most of him wished the conversation would just happen so he could get the admitting part over with. “Uh, I haven’t decided. I haven’t sensed any more crime nearby but normally just swing around for a bit.”
“Oh, ok.”
“Why?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Aw, come on!” He nudged his shoulder into you as the two of you walked further from the bank. “What is it?”
“Well, I was going to ask…if you’re done for the night, we could go watch a movie at the compound if you want,” you spit out. “We could actually watch the next Star Wars without me falling asleep…or something.”
“Oh! Yeah, let’s do it!”
“Are you sure? You don’t need to patrol?”
He thought about the times when he turned Ned down to hang out because of patrols and other Spider-Man duties, feeling bad about turning down his friend. He couldn’t imagine saying no to spending time with you, though. “Y-yeah! I haven’t had a night off this week and we haven’t hung out in a while, either.”
“We fought together all last weekend, spent the whole week together at school, and you were at the compound a ton playing with the iron spider suit. We were together most of the week, Pete.”
“Oh. Well, yeah. But when’s the last time we hung out not as superheroes or future genius students?”
“Was it when I screamed at you a lot while we played Mario Kart and then fell asleep on you?” Your shoulders caved forward as you thought to what had happened next. “And then woke up to the Accords…”
Your eyes darted down to the ground and Peter followed, remembering how tough that had been on you. He also knew you were still concerned about Steve and the others having not yet returned; you missed your training buddy.
“Hey,” he offered, casually setting his arm around your still-iron shoulders. “It’s not like that’s going to happen every time we hang out.”
“I know,” you snorted, straightening back up and shouldering him teasingly.
“But you thought about it! Now I think I have to come over so you don’t associate me with horrible things happening.”
With your iron suit being a much faster way to travel, you lifted into the air with a smile while Peter shot a web to your suit to fly in your wake.
You touched down on the lawn of the compound, Peter landing nearby with a somersault. Both of you pressed your chests – the arc reactor for you and spider for Peter – and your suits retracted as you got inside and headed toward the common room.
Tony, standing in the kitchen, saw the two of you approach and bolted out before he could be seen, for once not wanting to intervene. You plopped down the couch and asked FRIDAY to pull up the next Star Wars movie. As the intro rolled up the screen, the couch buzzed and you pulled your phone out of your pocket.
Harry: What’s up?
You sighed, not wanting to reply but also not wanting to be rude.
You: Watching a movie at home!
You slid the phone away, hoping the message wasn’t cold but also that it wasn’t warm enough that he wouldn’t keep replying. Sure enough, the phone buzzed again almost immediately. The message didn’t go unnoticed by Peter, of course, who turned to see the phone screen illuminating a frown creasing your face. You quickly shoved the phone away without replying, but it was only seconds later that the phone buzzed repeatedly to indicate an incoming call.
Peter paused the movie, peering over at you rolling your eyes and groaning at the screen once again. Even from where he sat across the couch, Peter could see that the screen had Harry’s name on it. He didn’t know what to make of it – you seemed annoyed, but then again, it was the boy you had gone to homecoming with. For the beginning, at least.
You pressed your phone back into the couch and looked back up at the screen only to see it was paused. The phone kept buzzing on the seat next to you, now face down. You wanted nothing more than for it to stop so you could get on with the movie.
“Aren’t you going to answer it?”
“No.”
“You…you don’t want to talk to him?” Peter couldn’t resist the urge to ask. “Isn’t he…isn’t he your boyfriend?”
Almost laughing in his face, you whirled to face Peter. “NO. Noooooo. Definitely, definitely not.” The corners of Peter’s lips ticked up and he narrowed his eyes, inviting an explanation. “I turned him down for that date and he still keeps calling me and asking me to hang out.”
“I’d offer to beat him up for you, but I think you could hold your own.”
A smile finally graced your lips as you chuckled at the thought. “He just won’t leave me alone. He was nice and all but just not…I don’t like him like that.”
“Hmm. It might be good practice to be turning him down, though.” You quirked a brow. “I mean, you’ve always been great, but now you’ve been announced as an Avenger-in-training? Now every guy is going to see your face and you’ll have to turn everyone down.”
A laugh escaped your throat and you let your head fall forward into your hands. Peter beamed at you, the tension finally leaving your body for the first time all week.
“Come on, you can’t try and tell me you haven’t had a lot of guys asking you out!”
You bit your lip and giggled again before turning to him. “I mean, a little, but I don’t want it.”
“How come?”
“Uh, I…I guess…I guess I already like someone?” Peter’s morale sunk initially, but he looked up to see her staring and quickly turning away when they made eye contact. “What about you and…Liz? Are you guys, you know…together?”
“No, not at all. I don’t think we’ve talked outside decathlon practice.” He inhaled deeply, carefully choosing his next words. “The girl I actually wanted to ask to the dance had already been asked.”
You sat back against the couch in thought as silence fell between the two of you. Peter and you both thought back to the conversation you had over the weekend about homecoming: him telling you you would’ve had a good time if he took you, and you admitting you wished he had taken you. Peter remembered the light in your eyes; you remembered the way his breath caught when you kissed his cheek. Both of you reveled in the memory but tried to contain the bit of hope flaring inside you that you were the one he actually wanted to ask and that he was the someone else you liked.
With both of you still deep in thought and not ready to share any more, Peter pressed play on the movie. After it ended, it was still light out, and you found yourself once again playing video games and board games and even just talking about anything and everything. You talked about the world, about school, about the things you wanted in life, about your greatest fears, about your dream careers, and the kind of people you each aspired to be.
Tony, being the wingman that he is, kept other Avengers out of the common area so the two of you would have your moment. With that being the case, you completely lost track of time until Peter’s phone rang three times in a row, finally getting through the do not disturb mode both of you had intentionally but discreetly activated on your phones.
“Oh my god. Y/N, it’s 10:30.”
“No way.”
“Yes! Hang on,” he said, answering the phone and holding it up to his ear. “Hi…hi May.”
You could hear May loudly shouting into the phone as he hadn’t been answering her texts. He pulled the phone away from his ear and you snickered.
“I…I know, May. I’m sorry. I’ve been with Y/N.”
The shouting on the other end of the phone stopped and she muttered only a few more words before Peter ended the call.
“I hope you don’t mind me namedropping. May loves you.”
“I’m honored. Tony loves you, so I get it!”
“Sadly, she still wants me to go home, though.”
“Oh. Well, thanks for hanging out with me tonight, Pete. I had a lot of fun.”
“No, thank you for inviting me over,” he said, standing up to go. You walked together over to the stairs and he turned back to you. “And thank you for helping me out at the bank today.”
“Of course, Pete. I’ll always be your backup.”
“You’ve never been the backup, Y/N.”
With a deep breath, he turned and walked down the stairs, even turning to look back up at you when he reached the bottom. You stayed at the top of the stairs for a moment even after he left, thinking back over his words until another voice pulled you out of your head.
“You tell him?” Tony stood in the kitchen again, having likely come in from the side hallway behind you.
“No,” you groaned, walking over to the kitchen counter and collapsing your forehead on your arms. “Almost. But no.”
“Hey, that’s ok,” Tony muttered, walking around the counter to put his hand on your shoulder. “Pep and I aren’t trying to push you into anything. We just see the way you two take care of each other and how happy you are together. No pressure.”
“I know. Thank you, dad.”
“Now, get to bed or else I’ll have to ground you.” Your eyebrows shot up and your forehead wrinkled. “Just kidding. But really, go to bed, kiddo.”
He gave you a quick hug and kissed your forehead before you meandered to your room. After getting changed into pajamas, you nearly fell into your bed, phone in hand. It buzzed while you were turning on your alarm for the morning.
Peter: Wanted to reiterate: you aren’t backup. You’re first choice, always. Good night, Y/N ❤️
You: “First choice, always” is probably the cutest thing I’ve ever read…lol you’re making me flustered and you aren’t even here. Sleep tight, spidey ❤️
Peter went back to the tower and received the needed medical attention. His aunt would show up and be so relieved that he was in one piece. She would hold him as he cried and tell him that everything would be okay while silently cursing the world for being so cruel to the young boy who deserved a break. After a while, she would have to leave with Happy to start sorting everything out. Other Avengers would come in and offer Peter their condolences, promising that they would be there for him if he needed anything. Tony practically moved into Peter’s room, not wanting to leave him alone. The worst part came when Y/n’s mother showed up. He expected her to scream at him for killing her daughter. But instead, she just told him how relieved she was that he was okay. She cried, he cried, she explained to him that the funeral would be held a week later and asked that he speak if he was up for it. She reminded him of how much you loved him and told him that he could come by any time.
Two days later he went back to his Aunt’s apartment. Everywhere he looked he saw you, memories flashing. He remembered the countless movie marathons (and maybe make-out sessions) on the couch. He remembered disasters in the kitchen and the flour fight you had when he discovered you trying to bake his birthday cake last year. He remembered chasing you through the halls, both of you laughing, him kissing you when he caught you in his arms. He slowly made it up to his room trying to keep it together. But, that was honestly pointless. As he opened the door, he saw the multiple shirts he had tried on before your date sprawled across his bed. He pushed them on to the ground and laid down just wanting everything to stop for a minute. But his mind refused him such pleasantries.
Instead, he thought about the nights you had spent studying together. The time that you had discovered he was Spider-Man. He replayed multiple conversations the two of you had had. He remembered the day he asked you out, your first date, the times he went to your house after a particularly bad night whether it was to be patched up or just to talk. His mind continued on like that until he eventually drifted off to sleep.
The next morning Aunt May came in and brought Peter breakfast which he hardly touched. She sighed as she was at a loss for what to do. He stayed in his room all day, only getting up to use the restroom. He just wanted to be left alone and she tried to respect that, no matter how hard it was to watch him push her away again.
After two more days of refusing visitors and ignoring the outside world, Peter’s aunt informed him that your mother had called and asked him to stop by. He honestly didn’t want to, but he figured he owed her that much. So he forced himself to shower and get dressed. He then proceeded to walk the too familiar path to your apartment, which again was accompanied by various memories that caused his chest to hurt. He didn’t know how he was supposed to do this. He eventually made it outside your door, thinking about the first time he kissed you, right there in that hallway. He hesitated, and finally knocked softly.
Your mom answered and Peter could see how upset she was, not that anyone could blame her. She invited him to come inside and take a seat on the couch. He still didn’t know exactly why he was here.
“I went today to get her stuff- from the car. This- I think it belongs to you,” she said handing him the small ring box with the promise ring he planned on giving you that night. As he took it, his eyes closed as he tried not to cry again, not in front of your mom. She too was on the verge of tears as he pulled something else out of the bag. “Th-this was in the trunk, it was her anniversary gift for you, she’d been working on it for weeks,” she said taking a deep breath and handing it to him. It was very neatly packaged in blue wrapping paper with a red ribbon. He turned it over in his hands.
Noticing his hesitation, your mother reassured him that he didn’t have to open it now. He just stared at it.
“Can I get you anything, Peter? Maybe something to drink? Or to eat? People keep dropping off casseroles,”
“I’m good, thanks,” he replied clearing his thoughts.
“You can go up to her room if you want, I like to go in there. It makes me feel closer to her,” she added.
“Yeah, I think I might do that.”
He absentmindedly walked up to your room. It looked exactly the same as it had when he had last seen it. He looked over your photo wall, glancing through the pictures mostly of the two of you. You were smiling and/or laughing in 99% of them. Seeing them brought a smile to his face. He walked around the rest of your room thinking about the time the two of you had spent together there. He took in your familiar scent and felt if only for a moment at peace.
After a while, he made his way back downstairs. He thanked your mom and told her to reach out if she needed anything. She asked him if he planned on saying anything at your funeral on Saturday and he told her that he would. Though to be honest he had forgotten that that was even a thing. Not the funeral, just the speaking part. He would have to start thinking about it.
When he returned to his apartment, he wasn’t entirely surprised to find one of Tony’s cars was parked around the corner.
“Hey kiddo, how are you doing?” Tony asked as Peter entered.
“As well as can be expected,” he replied setting down the boxes from your house before sitting across from Tony.
“I wanted to check-in, and bring you this,” he said handing him a small shoebox,”
Peter was confused, to say the least. “Mr. Stark you didn’t have to get me anything,”
“I didn’t, it’s from Y/n. She gave it to me a few months ago, made me promise to hold on to it just in case something ever happened,” he explained waiting to see how Peter was going to react.
“She’s unbelievable,” Peter chuckled, the stopped was he thought.
“Have you eaten anything today?” Tony asked most likely at Aunt May’s request.
“Not really, but I’m fine,”
“Are you sure, I can have Happy can go pick something up and bring it by, he’s been worried about you,”
“I’m good, thanks though”
“Peter I’m sorry, I can’t imagine how hard all of this is for you, especially right now. You know that I and everyone else are here for you. If there is anything that any of us can do, all you have to do is say the word and we’re here.”
“I know Mr. Stark, thank you,”
“Okay kid, I’m going to give you some space so you can open that -when you’re ready. Make sure you eat something, if not for you, do it for your aunt who’s worried about you. Let me know if you need anything. Otherwise, I’ll see you Saturday.”
“See you Saturday,” Peter mumbled before taking the three boxes upstairs to his room.
He sat and stared at the anniversary gift and the apparent contingency plan. He debated which one to open first or whether he wanted to open either of them. Okay, that was stupid, obviously, he was going to open them. It was just a matter of when and in which order. After some thought, he made up his mind and picked up the blue box unwrapping it carefully. Inside, was a scrapbook. It had pictures from kindergarten to the present, but that wasn’t all that it had. It also contained some of your artwork and small memorabilia. For example, there were tickets from various movies, the receipt from your first date, the ribbon from the science fair the two of you won, and other things that Peter had absolutely no idea that you kept. His favorite part though was your handwritten additions. Small notes, song lyrics, quotes, and memories that you used to embellish the pages. You had narrated the entire story and it was beautiful. He spent hours going through it carefully, not wanting to miss anything.
When he finished, he put it back in the box and set it aside. He debated whether he wanted to also open the shoebox tonight as he had just been on an emotional roller-coaster. He hesitantly pulled it closer to him and pulled off the lid. There was a note on top which he read first.
Dear Peter,
I hope that this note never has to be read. However, it needs to exist. So, here we go I guess. In this box, you will find two things, first a Funko Pop! and secondly a flash drive with a video that I recorded for you.
The Funko Pop! is Kylo Ren. And you may be asking yourself why out of every character in existence, I would choose him. So here’s my reasoning: 1. You love Star Wars 2. I’m guessing that the world seems a little darker than normal right now, so I figured that he could serve as a reminder that no matter how far into the “dark side” you go that there is always redemption and light.
I love you Peter Benjamin Parker.
Forever and Always,
Y/f/n Y/l/n
Peter took out the Funko Pop! And set it on his desk as he retrieved his laptop and queued up the video. He tried to mentally prepare himself for it, but it was no use.
Hi Peter,
So if you are seeing this something happened to me. I don’t know whether it was Spider-Man related or not. I guess it really doesn’t matter. I just wanted to tell you not to blame yourself. And believe me, I know you well enough to know that you will try to. Even if I live to be 102 and die peacefully in my sleep of natural causes you’d still be looking for a way to blame yourself. That’s kinda your thing, putting the weight of the world on your shoulders. Anyways, no matter what happened, it wasn’t your fault. I knew exactly what I was getting into when I agreed to be your friend, partner in crime, and your girlfriend.
You are so good Peter. You are truly a breath of fresh air. While others actively ignore the pain and suffering in the world, you go out of your way to make a difference. You protect those who can’t protect themselves and you never expect anything in return. Your life has presented you with so many challenges and so many reasons to turn cold, but instead, they made you kind.
Please keep fighting. Don’t lose hope, find something that inspires you, and use it to make you better. Make the most of every minute because life is unpredictable, beautiful, and ephemeral. That’s kinda the whole point isn’t it?
I could keep talking to you for hours, but at the same time, I feel like there isn’t much more to be said.
I love you Peter, and I know that you will get through this. I believe in you and know that you will do great things in life. There is nothing that you can’t do if you put your mind to it. Keep fighting the good fight. Or should I say keep swinging the good swing. Maybe I should go for, ‘May the Force be with you’? Hopefully that made you laugh or at least smile. God, your smile can save lives. So I feel that it is my personal duty right here and now to remind you to smile everyday. More importantly be the reason someone else smiles.
The world can be dark and scary and cruel. But there is so much beauty and goodness. You just have to seek it out. I wish you the absolute best this world has to offer. I love you, always and forever.
Oh by the way, just in case there is any doubt, I am totally okay with you move on. In fact I want you to. Find a girl that makes you happy, who makes you more, and then allow yourself to enjoy it. Absolutely under no circumstance do I want you to use me as an excuse to stop living.
Stay Gold Spider-Man.
And with that, the camera clicked off and the video ended. Peter replayed it again, taking in your voice and smile. This whole thing felt so surreal, like a bad dream that he had simply yet to wake from. That video though, it was something he hadn’t realized that he needed until he had seen it. It was like the fog was beginning to clear and he knew that everything would be okay.
When he woke up, he ate half of his lunch, which satisfied Aunt May. He then sat at his desk to do the impossible task before him. He had to figure out what it was that he wanted to say at your funeral the next day. He must have written and deleted at least 10 speeches. Nothing was good enough. It needed to be perfect. He would sit there in front of that computer for hours. When he finished, he was entirely shocked to see that it was after 2 am.
May woke him up so that he had plenty of time to get ready for the service. The drive there was silent and Peter was thinking over his speech. When he arrived, Tony came to greet him. He wasn’t surprised to see many of the avengers in attendance. You were always with him at the tower and had become close to several of them. The service was short and sweet, your mom spoke, and then she asked for him to come up and say a few words.
It was in the moment that he reached the podium that he decided to entirely disregard his speech. And instead, speak from his heart.
“From the time I was a little kid, I always wanted to be one of the avengers. I wanted to have superpowers and make the world a better place. Y/n taught me that you don’t have to have powers to change the world. You just have to make a choice to be kind and do the right thing. She was one of the bravest and most beautiful people I have ever met. She always saw the best in people and went out of her way to make a difference in the lives of others. She radiated kindness, and inspired those who knew her. She always was there for me and never gave up on me. She taught me how to find the good in everything. She was the love of my life, my best friend, and my hero. She taught me how to become something more than I ever thought I could be. She saved my life in more ways than one and I will carry her with me every day of my life.” he finished quickly returning to his seat.
After that, you were buried and everyone went their separate ways. The following Monday, Peter finally went back to school. It wasn’t easy, but he had to start somewhere. It would take him three more days before he was able to put the Spider-Man suit back on. From there, he took it day by day. Some were harder than others, but he persisted. He walked at graduation and then swung by your grave to talk to you about his future plans. He was sure that you were proud of him. He spent most of his summer in the Avengers tower with Tony. In the fall, he’d be attending college. And from there who knew what would happen. But whatever life threw at him, he would remember to seek out the good and to do kindness recklessly as you had taught him.
