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You march over to the front door to see who could possibly be making all this noise, “There better be a good reason why someone is pounding on my door.”

You open it to see Armin, Eren, and Jean standing at the door with big smiles while laughing.

You give the boys a hug, “Connie didn’t tell me you guys were coming over. You guys going out tonight?” You open the door wide to let the three boys in.

“Yeah, gonna hit a few bars. Maybe hit a club,” Eren says and gives you a side hug.

“Connie wanted to go out. He said you were busy doing schoolwork and was getting a bit annoyed with you,” Armin responds with a grin.

You roll your eyes and that’s when you finally lock eyes with Jean.

You’ve always had a thing for Jean. He has always been your partner in school for projects, always picked you first for sports, sat next to you to talk, and just has always been there for you since the day him and Connie became best friends.

Jean looks older now. His once dark hair now a light ashy brown. His hair is slicked back and is longer than you’re used to. But it looks good. By the looks of it he’s growing out a beard because he has some scruff on his chin.

“Hi Jean,” you say with a small smile.

“How’s my favorite girl doing?” he asks before giving you a full front hug. He lifts you up like he always does while you hang on.

You giggle, “Always better when you’re around.”

He smells like expensive cologne. The kind that would make you turn your head if you walk past him in a crowd. Jean places you back down in the ground and you look up at him.

“I didn’t know you were coming over,” you say and tuck your hair behind your ear.

Connie walks out of his bedroom fully dressed and ready to go out, “Soooo should we take a pregame shot here before we head out?”

Jean looks at you and leans over to whisper, “If I’m being honest I don’t really wanna go out but I’m going just because he’s my best friend.”

You let out a giggle, “Trust me I wouldn’t want to go out drinking with him either. Remember when me and him turned 21 he got absolutely shit-faced. He kept volunteering to sing for karaoke.”

Jean lets out a hearty laugh and Connie turns to face the two of you, “Jean! Sorry, is my annoying sister bugging you??” Connie shoots you a glare practically telling you to beat it.

“Never, Connie. She’s nothing like you in the best way possible,” Jean retorts and shoots you a small grin.

You feel yourself get hot in the face. Connie knew of your crush on Jean so he always tries to keep you away.

Connie rolls his eyes, “Ew gross don’t flirt with my sister, dude. At least not in front of me. There’s a reason I try to keep you apart.”

It was Jean’s turn to get red in the face. Apparently Connie always knew you two would hit it off and didn’t want to see his friend and sister flirt.

“Con, how could you even keep your sister and me apart? I mean we grew up down the street from one another,” Jean questions as Connie opens a kitchen cabinet and grabs 3 shot glasses.

“She’s my sister and I know how you get. I know she’s exactly what you go for dude,” Connie explains and grabs a bottle of tequila from a different cabinet and begins pouring shots.

Jean looks at you wide eyed.

“Let’s just take this shot and head out alright?” Eren suggests as he grabs a shot glass.

Connie, Armin, and Jean grab their shot glasses and lift them high in the air, “To getting laid,” Connie toasts.

“To getting laid,” the boys respond in unison. Jean makes eye contact with you as he responds and proceeds to take a shot.

All the boys make faces as the liquor burns their chests.

Jean walks over to you, “Hey do you wanna join us? It would be cool if we can hang out, you know?”

Connie gasps, “Um dude?”

“It’s your fault for always keeping us apart so now face your consequences,” Jean confidently remarks.

“Well good luck she’s not gonna wanna go out. She never does,” Connie says and pours himself another shot.

You watch as Connie begins to take his second shot, “You know what… I’d love to join Jean. Give me 15 minutes and I’ll be ready.”

Connie chokes on the shot as he hears you, “Really??! You never want to go out when I ask.”

“Yeah well you’re not a cute boy who wants me to join,” you quickly respond back and feel the heat rush back into your face. You look at Jean who has a small grin on his face and he runs his fingers through his long locks.

“Whatever. Well, I don’t want to wait for you so me, Armin, Eren, and Jean are gonna get an Uber from here. I’ll text you where we’re going,” Connie explains and grabs his wallet from the kitchen counter.

Jean quickly looks at you, “Actually I’ll stay. Make sure she gets to the bar safely ya know? I’ll order us an Uber.”

Armin and Eren share a look at each other and snicker, “Alright we’ll see you guys there. Don’t take too long you two,” Armin calls out as Eren helps him push Connie out the front door before you yells at Jean.

The sound of the front door closing echoes throughout your apartment. Now you stand in front of Jean, just the two of you.

“So uh I will um take a rinse off in the shower really quick and change,” you say and look down at your feet. “Feel free to sit at the couch and help yourself to whatever is in the kitchen.”

Jean nods and sits on the beige couch in your living room and you walk into your bedroom.

—

You exit your bedroom dressed in your best outfit for a night out while holding a necklace in hand, “Do you mind?” You ask while lifting the necklace.

“Not at all,” Jean replies and takes the necklace from your hand gently.

You face away from Jean and lift your hair while his big calloused hands meet at the front of your body. He carefully clasps the necklace together and you turn to face him. You get a more in-depth smell of his cologne. It smells clean with a hint of spice. It reminds you of a fall morning. You look into his hazel eyes and notice the golden flakes that glow perfectly when the light touches them.

“T-The Uber is here,” Jean stutters at the sound of a notification from his phone.

—

You and Jean finally meet up with the boys at the bar and you feel the urge to grab a drink.

“I’m gonna get a drink,” you lean over to Armin and yell over the loud music.

Armin nods and continues talking with Eren.

You approach the bar and flag down a bartender, “One Lemon Drop Martini please.”

You feel a presence stand next to you, “Now what’s a pretty girl like yourself doing buying her own drink?” A tall man with a full beard and dark brown eyes asks. His cologne smells cheap and his breath wreaks of booze. You’re probably not the only girl he has tried to hit on all night.

The bartender returns and places the glass on the counter, “$9.50”

You kid and begin pulling out your wallet from your purse when the man from earlier puts his hand out, “I-I got it,” He hiccups. He slams his card on the counter and the bartender quickly takes it.

“Thank you,” you quietly mutter.

The bartender returns with the man’s card and continues working his ear down the bar. “You’re welcome. Y’know you can thank me by talking w-with me. Maybe having a few drinks? I can buy you whatever y-you’d like.”

You look him in the eyes, “No thank you. I need to meet up with my friends. I do appreciate the drink though.” When you begin to turn away he grabs your wrist.

“That’s not the proper way to thank someone who just bought you a d-drink. You don’t think I’m h-handsome?” The man questions while still holding your wrist.

“Look I appreciate the gesture but-“ you begin stating but feel another presence behind you.

“Hey buddy she’s here with me, alright?” a deep and hoarse voice that booms over the music.

You turn to see Jean and he wraps his arm around your waist.

Jean towers over not only you but the man who has been bothering you since you stepped foot to the bar counter.

The man’s eyes widen at the sight of Jean, “M-my bad.” He turns and walks the opposite direction.

Jean keeps watching him as he makes his way through the crowd with his arm still around your waist. When he no longer sees the man he removes his arm.

You turn to face him, “Thanks Jean. You really didn’t have to-“

“Save it. I didn’t like how he was acting around you so I came over. Next time you want a drink please let me know so I can come with you or even just go buy you the drink myself,” Jean pleads.

You nod.

“C’mon let’s go find the others,” Jean says and takes a swig of the beer he is holding in his hand.

—

The night continued on and you did as you were told. Anytime you wanted another drink you told Jean and he’d either follow you to the bar or ask you what you wanted to drink. Always returning with a small cup of water for you to drink in between.

When you all had enough of the drinking you took an Uber back to your apartment.

Connie, Eren, and Armin crashed in the living room. They were sprawled out everywhere. You made sure to give them each 2 aspirins and a glass of water. You even gave them a slice of bread.

“This is the best thing ever. God, you’re the best,” Eren says as he stuffs his face with another slice of bread.

Within 10 minutes, Connie and Armin were asleep on the couch while Eren was on the floor.

After you change into your pajamas you walk into the living room and kitchen area to grab a glass of water for yourself. You see Jean trying to rest in the arm chair in the corner of the living room.

“You can come to my room if you can’t sleep,” you call out in a whisper.

Jean perks up and carefully maneuvers through the boys’ shoes and Eren on the ground. He almost trips over a jacket but catches himself.

You walk into your bedroom and let him in, closing the door behind you. You lay on your bed and watch as he stands awkwardly at your bedroom door, “You can come here you know.”

“I’m okay with the floor, you know. Don’t want to overstep anything,” Jean says.

“If I wasn’t okay with sharing a bed with you I wouldn’t have offered you to come to my room,” you respond with a giggle.

Jean nods and finally sits on the bed.

There was a looming silence for a long time. You sit up and sit cross cross on your bed, “Thank you for helping me earlier tonight. I appreciate it, Jean.”

Jean opens his eyes and gives a sleepy grin, “No problem. You know, I’m always gonna look out for you.”

The two of you stare at each other for what seems like eternity. You look at Jean’s lips and up to his eyes.

“Do you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you?” Jean asks.

You nod.

“Oh, thank god,” he replies and puts his hand behind your head and pulls you closer to him.

When your lips collide it feels like a million fireworks explode between the two of you. The way your lips move in sync and long for the other’s whenever you briefly break apart makes you feel like you’re floating.

You run your fingers through Jean’s ash brown locks. He quietly moans when you tug slightly at his hair.

Jean places a hand gently around your neck which causes a gasp to escape your lips. You feel Jean smirk in the kiss and break away. You are both gasping for air.

“It has been so unbelievably hard to contain myself around you. I was really hoping you felt the same about me ,” Jean says while placing a small kiss on your cheek and you giggle.

“It’ll always be you,” You respond and place a gentle kiss on his lips. And nothing felt more true in that moment than that statement.

“Pleaseeee Levi. My cousin is getting married and I’m tired of showing up to weddings without a plus one. It’ll shove it in my aunt’s face. I’m tired of hearing her snarky remarks of me still being single,” you plead to your best friend that sits on your couch in your apartment.

Levi sits with his right ankle resting on his left knee and leans his head back against the wall behind him, “Don’t make me regret it.”

Your face lights up, “Thank you thank you Levi. So I was thinking you can wear that black suit with the baby blue button up because it really brings out your eyes and-“

Levi puts up his right index finger and points at you, “Just promise me you won’t make me dance.” His grayish-blue eyes pierce into yours.

You pout, “But-“

“No but’s. I’m sorry but you know I don’t dance. When have you ever seen me dance in the 6 years you’ve known me,” he explains with a quirked brow.

You huff, “Fine I promise.”

Levi puts out his right pinky finger, “Swear on it.”

The one time he picks up a trait of yours it’s of course the trait you practice most. You always make Levi pinky swear and he hates doing it, but knows it means a lot to you. You put out your left pinky finger, “I swear.”

You place your earrings in and look at the time on your phone. Levi still hasn’t shown up and you have to leave in 5 minutes. You dial his number but it goes straight to voicemail, “Levi where the hell are you? Call me when you get this.”

There was a knock at your front door. You rush over and open it to see your best friend.

“Sorry I had to pick up my suit from the cleaners,” he mumbles with the suit still on its hanger.

You roll your eyes, “Well can we hurry this up please I wanna be there as soon as possible to rub it in my aunt’s face that I have a plus one finally.”

Levi enters your bathroom and shuts the door behind him while you sit on the couch. 2 minutes later he comes out in his freshly pressed suit. His dark locks framing his face perfectly.

“Can you just help me with my watch,” he asks, holding his expensive dark chocolate brown leather watch with a navy blue face and gold accents.

You stand up and grab his wrist gently, fastening the loose watch tightly together, “There, all done.” You glance up at Levi and find him already looking at you.

“You look good,” he replies in his deep and sultry voice. He looks down at you with a small smirk.

You clear your throat and step away from him, “Thanks Levi. Don’t look too bad yourself. Let’s go, yeah?”

He nods and makes his way towards the front door, opening it for you.

—

You arrive at the wedding venue with Levi and he puts his arm out for you to lock your arm with him, “God I can’t wait to see the look on my aunt’s face.”

Levi chuckles slightly which makes me smile and look up at him, “Glad I could help. But remember our deal, no dancing.”

You sigh, hoping he had forgotten about the stupid deal, “Yes I know.”

As you walk up the steps to the building your Aunt Alice steps out and locks eyes with you, “Well what do we have here? Did you finally take my advice and stop acting like a child and get yourself a-“ she glances at Levi and looks him up and down, “nice piece of man.”

You had to admit Levi always did clean up well. The way the baby blue shirt brings out his piercing eyes and his dark features accentuate his facial features like his chiseled jaw.

“Levi Ackerman ma’am. Your niece has told me so much about you,” he extends his hand and she accepts it.

“Only good things I’m hoping,” she smiles.

He looks at you from the corner of his eye with a small smirk, “Of course.”

Aunt Alice’s face turns flush and she looks you in the eye, “You better not do anything to lose this man, dear, or I’ll have to set him on a date with your cousin Rachel. She’d really love him,” she replies and winks at Levi. “It was nice meeting you Levi, I hope to see you more later.” Aunt Alice walks away to continue with her bride of the mother duties.

Your smile fades, “Ugh I can’t stand her.

Levi unlocks his arm from yours and grabs your hand, “Hey, don’t bother with her. I can tell she just wants to get a reaction out of you.”

You look down at your hand in his. Levi has held your hand before, but this felt different. You look up to him and his eyes soon look up into yours.

Levi clears his throat and let’s go of your hand, “So should we find a spot inside?”

—

The reception has gone on for a couple hours. You and Levi have been talking to all your family members who can’t help but gush over your “boyfriend.” Many of them commented on his cold and stoic impression and that he seems straight out of a romance novel.

You watch as other people dance with their dates and can’t help but feel a bit sad. You wish Levi wanted to dance.

“Uh oh trouble in paradise already? I told you Levi she’s a tough one,” Aunt Alice appears and sits down at your table next to Levi and gives you a tight-lipped grin.

Levi looks at you and back to your aunt, “Oh no. We’re just enjoying each other’s company here and talking to people who come by.”

Your aunt shoots you a glare, “I’m sure you’re just dying to dance and because she’s upset she’s not the one getting married so she just wants to sit and sulk. I’m so sorry Levi.”

You feel that familiar tightness form in your throat and feel tears sting the corners of your eyes. You look up at Levi and when he sees your expression he sends your aunt a look like he wants to strangle her. Of course, she doesn’t know this expression like you do.

“Actually I was just about to ask her to dance,” Levi retorts and stands up unbuttoning his suit jacket.

You quickly look up to him wide eyed, “Levi you don’t-“

Levi gives you a look, “C’mon dance with me.” His hand extends out to you.

You look at it for a moment and look back up to him. He gives you a nod of reassurance. You grab his hand and stand up.

Levi begins walking towards the dance floor with you when he stops and turns around, “And excuse me Alice. Your niece is a very beautiful young lady and I’m lucky to even be in her presence tonight. I don’t appreciate the way you speak so poorly of her so please stop being the bitter and jealous Aunt that you are.”

Aunt Alice placed a hand on her chest and was struggling to find the words she wanted to say.

You try to stifle a chuckle and cover your mouth. You can’t believe he said that to your aunt.

Levi takes your hand once more and you join together on the dance floor in time for a slow dance.

“Levi you really didn’t have to do any of that. Especially coming out to the dance floor. We had a deal,” you explain your arms around his neck.

Levi shrugs, “If it means I get to see that look on your aunt’s face, I’d do it again.”

You smile, “Thank you.”

“Don’t say I don’t do anything for you. You’re a special girl, so I’ll always make an exception,” Levi replies and locks eyes with you.

You can’t help, but blush, “So I’m a beautiful young lady huh?”

Levi’s eyes widen and you swear you see his cheeks get pink, “Was hoping you didn’t catch that. But yes, yes you are.”

You smile and rest your head on his chest, hearing the sound of his heartbeat ever so slightly.

You continue to sway to the music silently with Levi.

“Levi…” You break the silence between the two of you.

“Yes?” Levi asks with small confusion in his voice.

“What are we?” You ask. Recently, Levi and you have gotten really close. Closer than normal, but it’s a good close. You guys are always with each other, and if you’re not then you’re on the phone. You look forward to seeing him and feel butterflies in your stomach when you see him. You always thought Levi was attractive but you have always been best friends. Now it’s different.

Levi gulps, “I don’t know, honestly. I know we’ve always been best friends but I don’t know about you, but I feel like there’s something different.”

You pull away from his chest and look at him. Yes, something is different. “I think we might be stepping into more than best friends territory, Levi.”

Levi chuckles and you see that grin of his, “Yeah I think so too.”

You stare into each other's eyes for a while feeling the tension grow between the two of you.

“Can I kiss you,” Levi blurts out and breaks the tension.

Your heart skips a beat. You nod, “Yes, you can.”

Levi bends down to reach your lips. When your lips connect there’s an explosion like nothing would ever be able to explain. It feels natural. It feels right. It feels perfect.

You pull away first and the song ends. Your foreheads touching, “Wow,” you whisper.

“I think wow is an understatement,” Levi responds with a small laugh.

Levi guides you away from the dancefloor and holds your hand. You glance down and smile. You look up to him once more and he gives you a small smirk.

With a jealous huff he finally stepped off the bus but Demitri, the bus driver and undercover S.H.I.E.L.D agent, placed a stiff arm into Peter’s chest. Peter followed the slight movement of Demitir’s index finger leading to a blonde woman standing in a dark doorway. He took that as a cue to follow as the woman disappeared into what he assumed was a vacant room.

When Peter entered the darkly lit room he felt intimidated by the taller and older blonde woman, “H-Hello!” The woman’s expression didn’t change, the same consistent icy glare across her face, “Close the door,” an evident accent. Was it Russian? Maybe Swedish?

Peter hesitantly shut the door and gripped nervously onto his backpack strap with white knuckles, “Um I’m Peter Parker,” he holds out a shaky hand for the woman to shake but she only looks at the teenage boy’s hand in front of her.

“Take off your clothes,” she calmly states like she’s done this a million times before. What the hell? Why was she telling him to take off his clothes? Peter felt himself get frazzled at the comment, stuttering over each of his words. His silence gave the woman enough information to know that he was completely confused as to why she was telling him to strip of his clothing.

“Fury heard a quiet off to the side comment you told Y/n Stark about not wanting anymore people to figure out you were Spiderman… Along the lines of Spiderman can’t be seen in Europe or else your class would get suspicious,” Peter closes his eyes in frustration, of course Fury heard it.

He nods, “So I made you this… Another suit,” the blonde hands him a black suit and immediately Peter feels himself get excited. It’s the kid in him what can he do? He always thought about trying to sketch out a new suit, something that could give him a new look so maybe this could be it.

“Oh uh t-thank you I’m sure it f-fits,” he takes the suit in his hands and is ready to put it back in his backpack.

“Take off your clothes,” the blonde designer presses more firmly. Well I guess I can’t keep stalling. Begrudgingly, Peter unzips his pants and slips them down his legs. Not exactly the moment he’d wish to be in, especially with the specific person with him, but anyways.

Just as he was about to kick off the jeans the door opens to reveal Brad looking down at his phone, “Woah woah woah,” Peter runs to the blonde who was reaching for her gun, stopping her from pulling it out.

Brad stared wide-eyed and mouth practically to the floor, “Sorry uh I thought this was the bathroom,” Peter feels like his life is flashing before his eyes.

“This isn’t what it looks like!” Peter explains as he waddles over to Brad, “Uh yeah.” Brad lifts up his phone and takes a picture of Peter. Shit no no no no.

“I’ll leave you two alone!” the dark haired boy exclaims as he walks out the room and Peter feels his heart racing at a million miles per hour. He knew exactly why Brad wanted to take that photo. The thought of this misunderstanding being the thing that ruins his shot getting you back is giving him way too much anxiety. He quickly runs after Brad and lifts up his pants feeling the panic arise within him.

“Brad it’s not what it looks like buddy!” Peter calls out and catches Brad in time, “Hey man look that’s-” Brad turns around and begins walking backwards, “Peter I’m not here to judge your life choices. If you want to hookup with some random European chick on our school trip that’s on you!”

“T-That’s not what that was-” Peter tried to explain and reason with the boy but nothing was going to stop him. “I can’t pretend that I didn’t see what I just saw… I know you’re trying to get back with Y/n, its obvious, but I really like her too so.” Peter felt his blood boil in his body. He couldn’t believe that Brad was stooping so low that he was going to blackmail him just to get a chance with you. All he wanted to do was punch the crap out of the boy standing in front of him knowing that he could easily take him. His hands were clumped in fists at his sides.

“Wait a minute hey hey you cannot show her that photo dude c’mon,” Peter tried to plead to Brad. He looked straight into his eyes hoping for some mercy, hoping that Brad would think this decision a bit more through. “I’m sorry man I have to… She deserves the truth,” he whispers and walks back towards the bus. Peter stood completely still, he was frozen. So many thoughts ran into his head at the thought of you seeing that photo and thinking that he was just a dick. There was no way that Peter was going to let you see that photo. No way that this was going to ruin his shot with you.

Brad Davis you are the biggest douchebag I have ever laid eyes on.

The rest of the bus ride to their final destination Peter was internally freaking out in the front seat of the bus. Seeing Brad in the back, constantly on his phone while you were in your original spot was making him extremely nervous. That’s when he thought of a genius plan; Mr. Stark looked after him even when he wasn’t there.

“Edith,” Peter awakened the bot, “Hello Peter how may I help you?”

Peter took a deep breath, “There’s this guy in my class who’s gonna ruin everything for me and y/n-” he rambled on in a whisper but the bot had no luck hearing his voice over the loud chatter of his classmates. “Peter I am having difficulty hearing you. Can you please speak up?”

“Uhm Brad Davis… He has a photo of me,” Peter hoped and prayed Edith could do something, anything really, “Brad Davis… Is he a target?” The brown haired boy peeked over the side of the bus seat and saw the picture pop up in front of him then he saw you talking with MJ, “Yeah he’s a target… He’s a target.”

“Target is Brad Davis,” a photo popped on the screen of Peter’s newly created enemy, “Initiating strike.” The picture now had a red tint across it and that is when Peter knew he messed up. Oh shit what the hell did I just do? “Intercept point detected… Releasing kill vehicle.”

Releasing WHAT now? Up in space a drone was set free and was on its way to kill Brad Davis. Wow only Peter’s luck. He frantically peered towards the back end of the bus and awaited whatever killer machine was to come. Soon enough Peter saw the drone that was set to kill Brad, by his accidental orders.

“Dope glasses Parker how did you pay for them?” Flash grabbed ahold of the sunglasses and Peter couldn’t call off the strike. “Flash gimme the glasses back!” Peter reached for the pair and accidentally knocked Flash out cold, “I’m so sorry,” the wide-eyed boy whispered.

“Edith don’t kill Brad!” Peter said as loud as he could so only the bot could hear him, “Peter do you want me to cancel the drone strike on Brad Davis?” Unfortunately for Peter’s luck one of his classmates chirped in, “Did you just punch Flash?” Peter furrowed his brows, “No!”

“Firing,” Edith continued on and Peter gasped. He used his web shooter attached to his wrist to steer the bus away from the hit; it hit the driver side mirror and Demitri glared at the boy. His classmates and teachers flung around in their seats as the driver tried to regain control of the wheel. Peter tried to cancel the drone again but he realized that the glasses had fallen off in the incident. When you got back up from the jerking of the bus you noticed Peter frantically staring out the back window, a killer drone that you have definitely seen you dad modeled in the past was right before your eyes. What the hell did Peter do?!

Quickly Peter grabbed the glasses again, “Commencing second strike,” just as he was about to cancel Mr. Harrington interrupted, “Peter sit down and buckle up right now!” You made eye contact with Peter and you could see the desperation in his eyes, you knew he needed help and fast.

“Look at the baby mountain goats!” you point out the side window and everyone turned to see the imaginary goats. Peter gratefully smiled at you and jumped through the escape door at the top of the bus, strategically shooting webs to the drone and attaching it to a large boulder. He lands back into the bus, hair wild from the gush of wind and you both watch as the drone explodes behind the vehicle.

Peter was insanely out of breath from the high adrenaline rush he just experienced and all he could do was mouth you a ‘thank you.’ You grin and mouth back, ‘what would you do without me?’ he chuckles.

“I don’t see no mountain goats,” Mr. Harrington pouts, “Y-You missed them… They were really cute,” Peter responds and you giggle. “I know you don’t think we noticed Peter,” Betty starts and Peter feels his heart fall into his stomach, “but your new look… I love it!” Peter sighs deeply. He seriously thought he blew his cover. He locks eyes with you one more time and he gives you a soft smile.

Forgetting for a split second as to why this all happened in the first place Peter rushed to fix the original problem and was able to safely delete the photo of him with the help of Edith, from Brad’s phone. When you felt Brad sit next to you on the bus you just wanted to tell him that you weren’t interested at all because the poor kid wasn’t understanding all your friendzones. He explained that he saw something very disturbing and he thought that you needed to see it with your own eyes. He said along the lines of it could make or break certain relationships and you instantly knew he meant Peter and him. When Brad couldn’t find said picture, frantically scrolling through his phone you felt a pair of eyes on you and met with the brown eyes you knew too well. Peter was looking at you and instantly hid when he saw you noticed him.

It was the final stop and your classmates all piled out of the bus and grabbed their luggage. Peter was waiting by the door of the bus with his earbuds in and you pulled one out gently, “Hey can we talk about what just happened back there?”

Peter gulped hard and nodded his head and naturally you grabbed ahold of his hand leading him to the other end of the bus. Holding his hand again felt crazy; it felt like it was a million years since you were last like this. You thought nothing of it initially but as you kept holding it down the way you regretted it because what if Peter didn’t even feel the same way? But boy oh boy did Peter feel the same way. He wanted you to keep holding his hand forever and never let go.

“So what the hell was there one of my dad’s killer drones shooting at our bus? And why was Brad trying to show me a picture of what I’m assuming was you?!” You interrogated still holding onto the boy’s hand.

“Okay when we got off the bus for that last pitstop there was this lady that Demitri told me to go to. I went and followed her into this room and she said she had a new suit for me because I guess Fury heard the side comment I told you. It was really awesome by the way like it was all black and really stealthy looking and-” you feel yourself smile again, “Peter!”

Peter snaps back into reality, “Oh right sorry uhm well she kept telling me to try it on but I knew it was going to fit. And well also because I wasn’t trying to get naked in front of this random spy chick. Well that was all a ton of crap because Brad walked in and took a picture of me with just my pants down… He told me he was going to show you because he likes you a lot and uh k-knows we have history together.”

It was really endearing seeing the boy you love, talk about how he just didn’t want you to get the wrong idea. You knew that Peter Parker would never hurt you in a billion years. He has thrown himself into danger way too many times to protect you that you knew there wasn’t an evil bone in his body. Peter Parker is still the same boy you are proud to call your, hopefully, boyfriend again.

“Pete its okay you don’t have to worry about it I know you more than Brad knows you. Hell I know you better than Ned knows you,” you respond and he rests his head sideways against the bus. Your hands were still intertwined with one another’s. He gives you a lopsided grin, the crinkles forming at the corners of his eyes. God how is he so perfect?

Peter’s thumb brushes over yours and you smile while looking downwards at it. It was a sight you really missed. Peter softly chuckled, “This still feels normal huh?” He gave your hand a squeeze and you meet his eyes once again.

“Yeah it feels better than normal,” you reply and the corner of Peter’s mouth tugs to form another smile. This was what you needed. This just reassured you that your attempts at getting back together with Peter are going to be worth it. If it’s Peter Parker everything is worth it.

When Peter entered the darkly lit room he felt intimidated by the taller and older blonde woman, “H-Hello!” The woman’s expression didn’t change, the same consistent icy glare across her face, “Close the door,” an evident accent. Was it Russian? Maybe Swedish?

Peter hesitantly shut the door and gripped nervously onto his backpack strap with white knuckles, “Um I’m Peter Parker,” he holds out a shaky hand for the woman to shake but she only looks at the teenage boy’s hand in front of her.

“Take off your clothes,” she calmly states like she’s done this a million times before. What the hell? Why was she telling him to take off his clothes? Peter felt himself get frazzled at the comment, stuttering over each of his words. His silence gave the woman enough information to know that he was completely confused as to why she was telling him to strip of his clothing.

“Fury heard a quiet off to the side comment you told Y/n Stark about not wanting anymore people to figure out you were Spiderman… Along the lines of Spiderman can’t be seen in Europe or else your class would get suspicious,” Peter closes his eyes in frustration, of course Fury heard it.

He nods, “So I made you this… Another suit,” the blonde hands him a black suit and immediately Peter feels himself get excited. It’s the kid in him what can he do? He always thought about trying to sketch out a new suit, something that could give him a new look so maybe this could be it.

“Oh uh t-thank you I’m sure it f-fits,” he takes the suit in his hands and is ready to put it back in his backpack.

“Take off your clothes,” the blonde designer presses more firmly. Well I guess I can’t keep stalling. Begrudgingly, Peter unzips his pants and slips them down his legs. Not exactly the moment he’d wish to be in, especially with the specific person with him, but anyways.

Just as he was about to kick off the jeans the door opens to reveal Brad looking down at his phone, “Woah woah woah,” Peter runs to the blonde who was reaching for her gun, stopping her from pulling it out.

Brad stared wide-eyed and mouth practically to the floor, “Sorry uh I thought this was the bathroom,” Peter feels like his life is flashing before his eyes.

“This isn’t what it looks like!” Peter explains as he waddles over to Brad, “Uh yeah.” Brad lifts up his phone and takes a picture of Peter. Shit no no no no.

“I’ll leave you two alone!” the dark haired boy exclaims as he walks out the room and Peter feels his heart racing at a million miles per hour. He knew exactly why Brad wanted to take that photo. The thought of this misunderstanding being the thing that ruins his shot getting you back is giving him way too much anxiety. He quickly runs after Brad and lifts up his pants feeling the panic arise within him.

“Brad it’s not what it looks like buddy!” Peter calls out and catches Brad in time, “Hey man look that’s-” Brad turns around and begins walking backwards, “Peter I’m not here to judge your life choices. If you want to hookup with some random European chick on our school trip that’s on you!”

“T-That’s not what that was-” Peter tried to explain and reason with the boy but nothing was going to stop him. “I can’t pretend that I didn’t see what I just saw… I know you’re trying to get back with Y/n, its obvious, but I really like her too so.” Peter felt his blood boil in his body. He couldn’t believe that Brad was stooping so low that he was going to blackmail him just to get a chance with you. All he wanted to do was punch the crap out of the boy standing in front of him knowing that he could easily take him. His hands were clumped in fists at his sides.

“Wait a minute hey hey you cannot show her that photo dude c’mon,” Peter tried to plead to Brad. He looked straight into his eyes hoping for some mercy, hoping that Brad would think this decision a bit more through. “I’m sorry man I have to… She deserves the truth,” he whispers and walks back towards the bus. Peter stood completely still, he was frozen. So many thoughts ran into his head at the thought of you seeing that photo and thinking that he was just a dick. There was no way that Peter was going to let you see that photo. No way that this was going to ruin his shot with you.

Brad Davis you are the biggest douchebag I have ever laid eyes on.