Grand Prix’s and Spider bites

Peter Parker x F1 Driver (+Spider powers)! Reader

Synopsis - You drive for the Stark Industry racing team, so well that Tony Stark suspects you’re more than human.

The second I rewatched iron man 2 and realized Tony had a Formula 1 team - my heart went WRITE THIS and plus bc the 2022 season is starting

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Peter Parker Masterlist

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.

“I’d love to come to your next race.”

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nothing on you.

pairings.tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

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.”

“nor am i,” you looked back,

“next week then?”

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 5178

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 ❤️

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Warning: Peter does some bad things and creepy things. Depends on how you look at it. The title is self explanatory. 

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It wasn’t like he was a stalker or anything.

That’s exactly what a stalker would say.

Shut up, Ned! Ahem. Anyway, he’s not a stalker.

Peter just liked you, a lot, and since he didn’t have the guts to ask you out, he turned to…other measures. Ones that would be less noticeable. Yes, he had the notifications on for all of your social media. Yes, he saved some of your pictures because he just wanted to look at it forever and ever. Yes, he had memorised your bio by heart. Yes, he took screenshots of the sort text messages that you shared which were mostly you asking about the Physics homework or the whereabouts of your teacher. Well, that didn’t change the fact the his heart skipped a beat whenever a ‘thanks Pete!’ popped up next to your profile picture.

So…you do know that they call those an online stalker.

Yes! Yes, I know, Ned! But these are different from a real stalker! Real stalkers are really bad. They’re threatening and those are the kind of people that Spider-man has to take care of to keep the city safe. I’m…not like that. Am I? I’m not. He’s not. He wasn’t like that at all.

Sure, Peter.

I’m not! Ok. Anyway. 

Stalker or not, he was going to keep it a secret to his grave. He could never risk you finding out. You would despise him until he graduated. You would never even want to talk to him again. That’s why he couldn’t tell anyone. Not even his best friend.

At least, that’s what you planned until…

Until today.

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When Peter thought back to it, it was kind of Mr. Bail’s fault.

“Listen up, Class! Just to juggle things around a bit, we’re going to have new seating plans today! Everybody, pick up your bags, come to the front, pick a stick and go sit in your new groups!”

Peter slowly slid his laptop and notebook into his bag as everybody else groaned. He didn’t really get why teachers thought that “mixing up” the students would automatically end up in making more friends. He liked where he was sitting right now. It was at the corner, his group didn’t really care that much about him, he could secretly work on web fluids from time to time. Peter let out a short sigh before walking towards the front of the class to pick his new seat. It didn’t really matter anyway. It wasn’t as if he-

Peter looked at the piece of unfolded paper on his hand.

As if he-

He looked back at his seat. 

“What are you staring at, Dickhead!”

…As if he minded seating next to anybody.

Anybody except for one.

Peter regretfully slumped his backpack over his shoulder and walked towards the one person he wished to avoid. Flash returned the look with a frown when he realised the reason for the young boy’s stare.

“You? You’re sittinghere?”

Peter didn’t answer, but instead, just sat down next to Flash, turning his head the other way. This was going to be a hard month for him.

“Oh, no way. Your lameness is going to rub off me! I can already feel myself getting infected by dollar store germs!”

When Peter continued to ignore him, Flash soon got tired of mocking and turned his attention back to class. Hmm, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. This is just like Flash on normal days. I just have to wait until he forgets about me.

Or that’s what he thought.

“Ok, class. That will be it for today. Oh, and I hope you like your new partners because you will be working with them on the final project for this semester! Class dismissed!”

Peter turned to Flash with horrified eyes.

Without a word, Flash just scowled and stormed out of the room, leaving Peter behind. Alone.

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“I don’t know, Ned. I don’t think I can ever work with him. Or, more importantly, I don’t think he will ever work with me.”

3 hours had past since the incident in Chemistry, and Peter had already filled his best friend, Ned, on the details. Now, they had PE together and Peter still couldn’t get over his thoughts about Flash. Ned however, was less concerned.

“It’s not really that big of a deal, Peter. You had plenty of partners who left you to do all the work. Flash is just going to be one of them.”

Peter wrinkled his eyebrows.

“Dude, that’s not a good thing.”

Ned just shrugged.

“Well, yeah, technically. But you shouldn’t be so worried about it.”

Peter was just about to reject him when a voice above them interrupted their conversation.

“Parker. Get up.”

Peter looked up to see none other than Flash standing next to his mat and scurried to his feet. What was he doing here? Did he hear what he had said?

“Yeah, w-what’s up?”

“Give me your phone.”

“My what now?”

Flash let out an exasperated sigh and looked at Peter as if he was a moron.

“I’m going to need your phone to put in my number so you can call me for the chem project. Remember?”

Of course he remembered.

“Oh, yeah, yeah. Sure.”

Peter fumbled through his gym shorts pockets until he found his phone and handed it to Flash who stared at it with a disgusted look on his face.

“An iphone 4? Are you serious?”

Peter scowled and sat back down, facing Ned. Just when he had almost convinced himself that Flash may not be that bad. Of course he was that bad. Peter was thinking that maybe it would actually be better to do the project himself rather than have Flash help him when-

“WHAT THE FUCK do you have on your PHONE?!”

Peter snapped his head around, a sudden chill running down his spine, to see Flash holding up his phone with the photos app open.

“Why is your phone filled with pictures of y/n? God, Penis Parker, I knew there was something weird about you but not this weird! I’m going to have to call you Pervert Parker now!”

Peter stood up to stop flash from exposing his little secrets but it was too late. The whole gym had their heads turned towards them now. Including you.

“Where do you even get all of these? Isn’t this from a story? You took a screenshot? Parker, do you jerk off to these or something? Eww, gross!”

Flash ran over to you, handing you the phone. Peter’s mind went blank. Now he just wished this was all a dream. A really bad dream. It all seemed like slow motion. How you stared at Flash with a confused look on your face as he made his way towards you, how you took the phone and looked down at it, how your eyebrows morphed into a frown. And that’s when Peter ran.

He ran outside the gym, into the nearest bathroom, got into a stall, locked the door and slid down onto the seat.

He covered his face with his hands.

What was he going to do now.

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And that was also when he realised that he had left you with his phone. With everything.

Everything.

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AN: I’m sorry I didn’t post anything for a long time. I was just busy for a while and also my region is seriously effected by the coronavirus so things are kinda off balance for me. I really hope I can continue to post more things once it settles down. Also, I’m kind of trying out stuff for this one. Hope it was ok! 

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Harley, bursting into the Avengers meeting room: y/n! Is it true? You… You and Parker…!

Y/n, sitting up from her chair: Oh, no, Harley! It’s not what it looks like!

Peter, visibly confused: It’s not?

Harley: Really? I thought you were-

Y/n: How could I! You’re the only one for me!

Peter: He is…?

Harley, eyeing Perer suspiciously: I don’t know, you guys are spending a lot of time together.

Y/n: We’re just dating. Nothing more than that. I promise. He’s my boyfriend and that’s final.

Peter:Wha-?

Harley: So there’s no sibling vibes at all?

Y/n: You’re my one true brother and you know that! I’m pretty sure Peter is just the love of my life, last time I checked.

Harley: I thought I was the love of your life!

Y/n: Platonic, honey. And you are! I’m never letting you go. You’re stuck with me forever.

Harley: Aww love, that is so sweet.

Peter:

Peter: Remind me this again the next time I’m about to buy a ring.

Ned: Honestly, I don’t think it’s gonna change your mind.

Peter: Yeah, probably.

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Request by @starlight-starks

Tony: y/n, this is Peter. Now, be nice.

Peter: Hi, I’m-

y/n: Oh my god he’s SO CUTE! Can we keep him, dad? Please? Please? Please?

Tony: What? No, we’re not keeping hi-

y/n: But he’s so cute and FLUFFY! Please?

Tony: y/n Stark, you are NOT keeping a person.

y/n: Ugh. FINE. You’re the worst dad ever. *storms off*

Peter: Uh…What just happened?

Tony: Excuse her.

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I bet y/n got to keep Peter after all when they got married

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It was a rough night for Peter. Honestly, every night was rough ever since he left his little spot on your bed but tonight was especially worse. He never remembered it being this bad. Because it never was. Yes, he didn’t really like lightening. Yes, they bothered him. But it was never this bad.

Turning his head from the window, Peter hid himself underneath the covers. Why was it so hard for him? Everybody went through it, right? Every gunshot, every explosion, every weird alien technology they faced, they all got over it and he should too. He was an avenger now. It was about time he person-up a little. ‘Come on, Peter.’ He thought to himself as he rolled over to the side. ‘It can’t be that bad. You’re imagining it. See? It’s not even that loud when you don’t think about it…’

Well, maybe one day Spider-man will become a mature, experienced hero inside and outside of he battlefield. One day. But today, Peter found himself standing in front of a door he was way too familiar with. He sighed as he brought his hand up to knock, instantly regretting it.

What was he even doing here? He should go back. This was a mistake in the first place. He’ll just give up sleeping. Yeah, that wasn’t so bad. Tony slept like, what? 40 minutes a day? He was fine. 

Peter weighed out his options. Confronting you vs. not getting any sleep tonight? He could take a restless night. But how about next time? And the time after? And the time after that? He couldn’t keep avoiding you like this. He had to tell you.

He took one last deep breath and knocked. 

Peter’s heart sank when the door opened and he was met with your tired eyes. 

“Oh, hey. It’s you.”

His mind suddenly went blank. What was he supposed to say? ‘Yeah, hey, it’s me. I don’t know if you remember but I have this thing with thunderstorms so I was wondering if you could hug me to sleep like when I was small and furry. Oh, yeah, and by the way, I’m in love with you.’? 

He just stood there, staring at you blankly through the door frame.

“So… Uh, anything you wanted to say?”

“I, I mean, there was a really, really…loud…thunder. And I- It was just-”

When he finally gathered the courage to open his mouth, words just tumbled out, tripping all over each other and Peter knew that this wasn’t going to work. He must sound stupid. And even if he didn’t, the contents of his words definitely did. This is never going to work. He would always just be this rambling idiot in front of you. Peter quietly murmured an ‘I’m sorry’ under his breath. He was about to turn around and go back to his room when you took his hand and gently tugged it towards you. When he looked up at you, he saw those soft, understanding eyes that he knew so well. A sudden rush of relief washed over him, standing in that dark hallway, the single stray of light coming out from your room.

“Honey, It’s ok.”

What Peter did next, well, he wasn’t very proud of it. If there was a line in this messed up relationship, he definitely crossed it. But in that moment, he needed you. Only you. His world was tumbling down on top of him and yet, he just needed you. 

When his lips interlocked with yours, it was like finally breathing for the first time in a very long time. He sucked you in, all of you, until every last inch of his body, the very last blood in his veins was filled with you. You, who he had so wished for. 

It wasn’t until he was sure that he had died and went to heaven that Peter finally let go.

“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have- I know I shouldn’t-”

But you cut him off by reaching out and gently caressing his cheek.

“How about you sleep in my bed tonight, and we keep it a secret.”

“Does that mean-?”

“Yes.”

“Just to be clear, I didn’t mean-”

“Yes, Peter.”

“Ok.”

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“I was cuter.”

“Yeah, but you’re not here anymore.”

Four months had flown by ever since Peter had showed up at your door and now, you two were looking inside a fence filled with a litter of six golden brown puppies.

Lots of changes had been made around the Avengers compound since then. The biggest one being that you had your own office now. Tony had emptied out a computer lab and redesigned it so that you could focus on your cases. Although you did miss being out on the field, you were happy that you could help in your own way. Especially when it involved Spider-man. 

Speaking of Spider-man, that was another big change for you. You hadn’t had a boyfriend ever since…ever because you joined the Avengers way too early to get a chance at any of that and it took some getting used to. 

Peter frowned. 

“I’m still here!”

“You know what I mean.”

You gave the pouty boy a little kiss before turning to the owner.

“We’ll take this one.”

But above all that, this was about to be the biggest change yet. Tony, after the sixth time, finally said yes to making the compound pet friendly. (He also tried argue that an alpaca would make such a better pet but got denied by everybody else.) So there you and Peter was, ready to take home the newest member of the family.

“What are you going to name him, by the way?”

Peter asked as he opened the door for you at the passengers side of the car.

You smiled and looked into the black, round eyes of the little animal in your arms.

“His name is Ohana.”

Peter let out a laugh.

“Ohana means family?”

You nodded.

“And family means nobody gets left behind.”

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AN:Hey guys! Thanks for reading and I’m sorry for being so late. I had a terrible cold (it wasn’t the coronavirus it’s ok I’m fine) and I just had 0 energy for the past few days. But here it is! The end of our Puppy-sitting series! I know it’s a bit cheesy but I found the ending satisfying. I didn’t give that much backstory for the reader but the Avengers is like family for her and she was feeling uncertain because of all the changes that they were going through and she felt like she was losing her place in it but as she looked after Peter she kind of realised that the Avengers is not just about saving the world but a group of people making each other better people. And Peter didn’t feel like he belonged in the Avengers because to him, he is still the little kid who doesn’t know what he’s doing instead of this great almighty hero but he also realises that becoming a part of the Avengers is not just about having cool skills and kicking ass but also being a team and a family and he learns that through reader because through her, he found that love. Ok just wanted to say that in case I forgot bye and thanks again for reading!

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“I missed you.”

Relationship: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader
Drabble Summary: Peter arrives at your window drunk
Word Count: 491
A/N: my fixation on TASM!Peter continues and, as always, he is of college-age in this fic just for clarity. i hope you enjoy this sweet little piece i threw together the idea came to me randomly while i was in the car lmao

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You were lounging on your bed, reading a book, when a soft knocking at your window caught your attention. You shut your book and glanced at your window, unsure.

This wasn’t exactly a new occurrence for you. Your boyfriend being, well, Spider-Man, meant he’d come knocking every now and then. But something about these knocks was just…off. They were gentle, slow, yet still erratic. Peter’s knocks were usually stronger, maybe sometimes even panic-y.

You closed your book, wielding it like a weapon, as you slowly got out of bed. You couldn’t imagine who would show up at your apartment window with the goal of robbing the place or hurting you, but still. The alarms in your head were going two-forty.

Tip-toeing across your room, you peeked around the window frame to find…Peter. You lowered your book as you stared at your boyfriend, confused. He was watching you on the other side with a glossy, dazed look in his eyes. His hair was a mess and he was wearing street clothes, no suit. He lifted a hand and waved eagerly.

“Peter?” You said as you finally opened the window. “Wh-What’s wrong? Are you okay?” You did another glance over him but you couldn’t make out scratches or anything. Yet something still seemed off about him.

“H-Hi, babe,” he replied, a little hiccup in his words. “Missed you…” His words trailed off as a silly grin spread on his lips.

Your confusion slowly dissipated as you realized what was going on. “Are you drunk?”

“Me? Drunk?” Peter laughed and shook his head dramatically. “I—What? I could never. I’m a superhero, babe, we do not—.” He hiccuped again, making him lose his train of thought.

“Peter, I’ve seen you drunk before. I know what it looks like.”

Peter giggled. Like an actual giggle. “You’re so smart, babe.”

You playfully rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the apartment. You forced him to sit down on your bed while you went to get some water for him.

“I can’t believe you got drunk and scaled the side of my building,” you said as you came back with water in hand. Peter had made himself very comfortable on your bed, lounging against your pillow.

“I missed you,” he mumbled as he sipped the water.

You sat down beside him. “You see me almost every day, silly.”

He sighed, his head lolling towards you. “Yes, but I missed you tonight. I missed my gorgeous, funny, smart, lovely, pretty, delicious—,”

“Delicious?”

“—delicious girlfriend,” Peter said as he cuddled up next to you. “Excuse me, for wanting to see her.”

You chuckled and kissed the top of his head. “You know, you could’ve just used the front door to see me.”

“That’s not romantic,” he replied, another hiccup slipping out.

“And this is?”

One of his arms snaked across your waist. “Yes,” Peter said. “Yes, it is.”

Relationship: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of sex, suggestive language, crappy title (i’m sorry)
Summary: You find the hickeys Peter left on you last night
A/N: This is a short, cute thing that came to me in my sleep last night lmao I’m sorry I’m on a bit of a TASM!Peter kick lately. Peter is college-age in this which is very obvious but im still mentioning it here lmao please enjoy :)

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Usually, it was your alarm clock waking you up for your 8 A.M. lecture. But today, it was your annoying yet adorable boyfriend attacking your neck that roused you from your sleep.

You giggled, playfully trying to push him off. Of course, he didn’t budge. “Peter, seriously?”

Peter had surprised you last night by showing up at your dorm. His Friday lecture had been canceled and he thought that’d give him the perfect chance to come to visit you. You two had spent a lovely first night together but unlike him, you did have a Friday lecture to get to.

“Mmm, sorry,” he muttered into your neck as his hands ran up and down your sides. “Can’t seem to get enough of you. I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, honey, but you can have more of me after class,” you replied as your alarm clock went off on your bedside table. Going to a different college than your boyfriend was tough but you know what else was tough? Passing your classes.

“Skip it,” Peter replied.

You gasped at his suggestion. “Is the genius Peter Parker telling me to skip class?”

“He is,” Peter said and lifted his head from your neck. He looked at you with tempting, pleading eyes. “And I think you should listen to him. He is a genius after all.”

You laughed and shook your head, taking the chance to slip out from Peter’s grip. He whined at the loss of contact. You ignored his silly antics as you rifled through your closet, hunting for an outfit.

“I’ll be gone for an hour at most,” you said as you pulled on the comfiest outfit you could find — because, come on, Friday class — and headed over to your mirror to start on your make-up. “You can lounge around here or…”

Your words died out as you took in your rough appearance. It took all your strength not to scream as you whipped your head to your boyfriend who was completely oblivious to what you had just found. He was laying on the dorm bed, flipping through one of your textbooks.

“Or what, babe?” Peter asked, still unaware of the anger that was beginning to boil in you.

You promptly ignored his question and asked, “Peter, what the hell is this?”

“One of your textbooks,” he replied. “You know, this all seems a little—,”

“No, Peter, I’m not talking about the damn textbook,” you said, your voice just nearly at a scream. Your tone made Peter finally look up at you. “I’m talking about the fact it looks I took a million paintballs to the neck.” You motioned dramatically towards the string of hickeys that painted your skin, ready to burst. It wasn’t unusual for either of you to leave marks on one another but you tried to refrain from it when one of you had something to do the next morning. Something like — going to class.

Peter, however, wasn’t phased at all. A cocky, cheesy grin slowly broke out on his lips as he took in the marks he had shamelessly made on you last night. There wasn’t even an ounce of remorse in his eyes.

“I didn’t hear you complaining last night,” he said with a laugh. “You were screaming but it wasn’t from anger.”

You felt your skin get warm as the memories of your late-night activities flooded your brain — No, you couldn’t get distracted by that. You pushed back the thoughts.

“I have class to go to, Peter,” you whined as you began fumbling for your foundation. You didn’t actually normally wear heavy make-up, your foundation only being used in desperate times. Like now. “I barely have time for this.”

Peter sat up on the bed. “Then leave them,” he said with a shrug. That ridiculous smirk was still plastered on his face.

You shot him a look in the mirror. “I can’t go to class with all…this on my neck. What on earth would my classmates think?”

Peter barked out a laugh. “Maybe that you have a partner who knows how to please you?”

“Peter, that’s…” You shook your head but didn’t know where to go with your words. You eyed your foundation, trying to ignore the little stirring that began in your stomach at his words. Well, when you put it that way…

When you turned your attention back to the mirror, Peter was suddenly behind you. You nearly jumped, having not heard him approach. He was sporting only a pair of grey sweatpants that were hanging tempting low.

“That’s what?” He asked as his hands snaked around your waist and his head fell to your shoulder. Your gaze met his in the mirror. “That’s a good idea? That’s a great idea? I am a genius, according to you.”

Gosh, he was never going to let that go. “It’s just… It’s not very professional, is it?”

“If you’re so worried about it,” he muttered into your neck, “why don’t you skip class today and come back to bed? We’ll let those marks heal, hmm?”

You squirmed beneath his touch, a light, breathy laugh leaving your lips. “Are you really going to let them heal? Or are you just going to add more to the collection?”

“Hmm,” he sighed, “haven’t decided yet. Why not come back to bed and find out?”

“You’re ridiculous, Peter,” you said as he began pulling you away from the mirror and towards your dorm room bed. It was the complete opposite of what you should be doing, but you didn’t have the strength to fight it.

“But you love me,” Peter replied.

“Yeah,” you muttered, “I guess so.”

The next thing you knew, you were being pulled down into the sheets once again.