Your cheeks burned as you saw Peter blush a little upon realizing he was, in fact, actually flirting and seemed to not have blown it so far. You nodded your head and took a step closer to Peter, watching as he stepped backwards, his backpack pressing against the display and brushing into a few containers of butter and knocking over a few. You chuckled at him.

Peter gazed at you, “How did you know where I was?”

“I’m very, very good at getting information, Parker,” you told him. “And I actually was looking for you.”

“What? For me? Why?” Peter balked. “I—I—uh, sorry. I’m just confused here.”

You smiled brightly, “I wanted to see you again.”

“I’m still confused as to why.”

“You’re cute,” you told Peter who turned red and seemed to be absolutely giddy and vibrating with delight. “I’m going to a premiere tonight. Small indie movie, but an old friend of mine wrote it so I want to go support her, get a little tipsy, listen to all these artsy, bullshit snobs act like anything they say matters. Are you interested?”

Peter cringed instantly. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel like going. He absolutely was keen on spending another night in your presence. After all, you were witty, a little dark, but you oozed charm, and he was a complete sucker for it. Unfortunately for him, and perhaps you, he had plans that night. See, the 3rd Avenue Boys were planning a robbery. He’d been staking them out for some time and learned that they were going to hit one of the jewelry stores near the Roxy. As much as he craved more attention from you, he couldn’t put innocent people at risk.

“Ah, that face told me all I needed,” you laughed a little nervously, embarrassed to have gotten such a reaction from him. Before you could turn around and just quietly make your escape, Peter reached out and gently grabbed your wrist, prompting you to stop turning to leave and face him.

“I’m sorry,” he began. “I would love to, truly, but I have work to do tonight. The lab I’m working at is close to a breakthrough, so…”

It was the way that his heart skipped a beat ever so slightly that made you feel like he was lying. You believed him, too. You believed Peter up until he said that they were close to a breakthrough. That was when his heart skipped a beat, and that’s when you could feel that he was lying.

You offered him a tight smile as you pulled your wrist away and shoved your hands into your pockets, “My bad, Parker. I think I misinterpreted some things. Have fun at work.”

You spun on your heel and away from him as fast as you could and ignored the stares from Peter, and two men who had been secretly watching you both from the ice cream section, listening in intently on your conversation without you or Peter ever realizing it. The two men shared a look and nodded before one took out their cell phone as the other grabbed their stuff and started to leave.

Meanwhile, Peter groaned and let his head fall back to hit the top of the shelves, “Stupid, stupid Peter,” he mumbled to himself. “How did I mess that up? Oh, right, because I’m an idiot who forgets she can feel vibrations. Damn it. Way to go, Parker.”

~*~

At your friend’s film premiere, you were giving yourself some time to be pathetic. You really thought you had a spark with Peter. You didn’t think the man was going to lie about his whereabouts and what he was doing just to not have to go out with you. Fuck, I mean, why couldn’t he just say something to you along the lines of him not being interested? A flat-out ‘no’ would’ve been better than the lie that he came up with.

Ugh, men. They were a plague.

You downed the shot and pushed the glass across the bar in a silent indication that you wanted another. Tony offered to go with you to make the event a little more ‘fun’ but you did not want to hang out with your dad that night. You didn’t want a girl’s night with Natasha and Wanda, and you certainly didn’t want two overbearing super soldiers and lovely ol’ Sam to join you and act overprotective of your feelings the entire night. 

You really just wanted to disappear into the alcohol and the movie.

Which, at the rate you were drinking, you hoped you were going to be able to remember it. The movie had been delayed an hour so far because one of the ‘stars’ wasn’t there for the Q&A. Your friend was panicking and running around every which way possible. You attempted to offer your services in any way you could, but she wanted to handle it herself.

So, here you were, all dressed up and alone and not even a movie to get lost in.

Meanwhile….

Peter was dressed up in a suit of his own. Of course, his was red and blue and somehow more formfitting than your clinging outfit choice for the night. He swung and landed off the side of a building, his eyes darting down to watch the van he had been tailing for some time now.

“Why are they all the way up here on Sixth Avenue?” Peter muttered to himself as he watched them drive for a bit before leaping off and swinging once again. “This wasn’t the plan.”

It wasn’t! They had gone past every single jewelry store in the area and hadn’t stopped. What were they doing, looking for a good parking spot? There were a few alleyways they could have ducked into. This was so strange.

And, ugh, you were right there. Peter could see the glowing lights of the Roxy. He could see the setup for photographs outside, the small red carpet, the foot traffic in the area for the small premiere that night. You were so close to him, and yet so far away, because he could do absolutely nothing in the moment to get rid of that disappointed look that was burned into his mind when he rejected your offer to go out tonight.

In fact, Peter was so lost thinking about you, he momentarily lost sight of the gang. He floundered for a moment as he was web-swinging around to find their vehicle. Eventually, he did find it. It was parked in an alleyway, as he predicted it should be, right by the back entrance to the Roxy Cinema—oh, oh no…

They must have somehow learned about the premiere and the type of people that were going to be there and decided that live targets were going to be more fruitful than hitting up a jewelry store that probably locked everything away as a precaution anyway. 

Peter landed on the roof of the building softly and looked around for the best entrance. He needed to get in quickly, quietly, and without alerting anyone that he was there. The last thing he wanted was for them to take hostages, or, worse, start shooting in fear and risk you being hurt before he could even step into the fight.

Although, you were a pretty god-like Avenger. You should be fine, right?

~*~

You were so not fine. Well, at least not fine enough to be trusted to use your powers without accidentally collapsing a building. You slammed your hand into the container of popcorn, shoved a few kernels in your mouth, and chased it with a cocktail before excusing yourself from the less-than-riveting conversation you were dragged into by a few people who recognized you.

You made your way to the restroom to freshen up and take care of yourself. Looking in the mirror afterwards, you shook your head and sighed. Men. You dumped one at a party, thought you met a new, nice one that very night, only to be lied to in a supermarket. Honestly, what the hell? This was utterly disappointing. Why the hell would your father go through so many women back to back — oh, right, he was a black hole of emotion for awhile.

Well, there’s that.

You left the restroom and could faintly hear shouting and orders being given. Finally, the star must have arrived and the night was going to proceed as promised, right?

However, when you left the hall and entered the main room, you could see several men with guns out. One was walking around with a collection bag, and you could see another one was separating some of the wealthier attendees away from the rest, likely trying to extort them for more money.

But then you saw the zip ties come out for that group, and you knew that this was going to go downhill incredibly fast.

Then there was you, drunk as a skunk standing there wide-eyed and knowing you were in no condition to be fighting. It wasn’t like you had the element of surprise, either. Your heel slammed into the ground when you skidded to a stop and made the most obnoxiously loud clicking noise. You were the new center of attention as everyone turned to you.

“Hey, Checkers was right, Y/N Stark is here,” one of them leered as he aimed a gun at you and started to walk towards you.

“Hey,” you swallowed back the urge to belch loudly. “I’m an Avenger! You don’t want to do this, man.”

“Actually, I think we do,” he placed his finger over the trigger and aimed at you. “Take off that nice jewelry, Ms. Stark, and get over there with the rest of ‘em.”

“I’ve got a better plan,” you hiccuped and clasped your hands together. “Why don’t we let everyone go, and I don’t snap your spine in half.”

He fired a warning shot at you. Your hand flew up to stop the bullet in its path, but in your inebriated state, you were just too slow. The bullet skimmed your shoulder causing you to hiss in pain. The shot, plus your current state, kept you at a disadvantage. Rather than stopping the bullet, you accidentally blew back one of the other victims into a column and knocked them out cold. You cringed at what you accidentally did while the gang roared with laughter.

“God, this really is like taking candy from a baby,” he laughed and switched how he was holding the gun as he marched towards you. He swung it into his hand so he was holding it like a bat. You stepped backwards to make some space and try to figure out just how coordinated you were at the moment and the best way for you to fight back. 

Just as he got closer and wound back to take a swing, something jumped in front of you. You jumped backwards in alarm. Your hands were already up to try to catch the gun, but it never came to that. You stumbled backwards as your eyes stared into a back clad in red and blue. Glancing up a little more, you saw the back of Spider-Man’s head as his hand grabbed the gun and squeezed, the gun snapping in two in his hand.

“Well, that’s just no way to treat a lady, right?”

“Sp-sp-Spider-Man’s here!” He shouted.

“I know who I am, no need to yell!” Spider-Man quickly pulled him forward and tossed him far to the left and webbed him to a wall. He looked around at the rest of the gang. “So, do you guys feel like dancing or…? How do we want to do this, fellas?”

They all opened fire immediately. Without even turning, one arm reached back and pulled you into him just before leaping into the air and avoiding the gunfire. He shot a web and used it to pull the two of towards a spiral staircase. When you two landed, he stayed low and kept you law as well as he ran until you were able to hide behind the railing.

“Why don’t you stay here and get your bearings, Ms. Stark. I’ve got this.”

Within a second he was up and jumping over the railing. You listened to gunfire and people screaming. Slowly, with Tony’s inability to listen to anyone pulsing strong within you, you ignored Spider-Man’s suggestion and peaked over the barrier to see what was going on.

The attendees were all running and rushing out the building while Spider-Man was fighting. He was webbing their guns up so they couldn’t fight anymore, and he was taking them out so easily. A punch here, a dropkick there. It was like watching an interpretive dance as he had the entire gang webbed up and incapacitated.

“Didn’t even break a sweat. You guys are getting slow,” he chuckled as he dusted his hands off and quickly glanced up. He could see you peaking over the railing before you had a chance to duck. When you did duck, he smiled to himself and leapt into the air. 

By the time you had turned around, back pressed against the railing, Spider-Man was standing in front of you. You looked ahead to see a gloved hand reach down to you. Carefully, you took his hand and let him pull you up to your feet. You exhaled slowly as you backed against the barrier again and slowly examined him.

For as many years as Spider-Man has been around, you two had never actually crossed paths. The types of things you both did for your superhero antics was just too different. He stayed close to the streets, his ear to the ground as he saved the everyday citizens of the city. You, however, did things that were a little more global or had a taste of aliens sneaking around. Your worlds just never really collided until now.

Standing before him, looking up at his mask as he tilted his head to the side and studied you, you could see how scary he was. The deafening silence of Spider-Man just staring at you would send a chill down your spine. He was clearly very strong, and fast, and when he wasn’t running his mouth with little jokes, he was incredibly intimidating.

And yet, this hero seemed to be soft as well as he reached out and carefully grasped your chin. He seemed to do a quick once-over of you for any other injuries before letting go and letting his hand drop to his side. Spider-Man cleared his throat, “Why don’t I take you home, Ms. Stark, so you can get that shoulder cleaned up?”

You exhaled slowly. The sudden jumping around wasn’t sitting well with you, and you couldn’t lie, your shoulder definitely stung, “You know who I am.”

“How could anyone not?” He replied. “The ethereal Y/N Stark, you’re kind of legendary. Can’t say I’ve ever seen you drunk in public, though, I thought that was a Tony Stark thing.”

“Bad day, Spider-Man,” you huffed, not noticing how his shoulders sunk. “I should go —“

“Let me —“

“It’s fine —“

“You want to go out where all those people are waiting to see the drunken avenger who accidentally knocked someone out?” he questioned. “Come on, let me spare you. I think the shoulder’s enough for tonight, isn’t it?”

You thought about it for a moment before nodding reluctantly, “Do you even know where to go?”

“I figured the giant tower that used to have your last name on it was a start.”

“Okay. Fair point,” you mumbled in agreement.

He snuck the two of you outside onto a fire escape. He turned around and glanced at your shoulder first. He webbed the injury to keep anything from getting into it, then he turned around and crouched down as he offered you his back. Before you could even climb on, he suddenly spun around and was scratching the back of his head as he faced you.

“Actually, given your gunshot wound I think you should put less strain on your arm for now.”

“Uh, okay — “

“So, here,” he cleared his throat and put an arm around your waist. He put your undamaged arm around his shoulder. He exhaled deeply, for reasons you were unsure of, before he continued, “you can, um, put your legs around my waist if you want, you know, more support. But you don’t have to, I’ve got you, but, you know, optional. Heights are, uh, big.”

The poor man was screaming at himself internally for sounding like such an absolute moron with you once again.

“I feel that, maybe, I shouldn’t be drunk and risk accidentally flashing someone my vagina while we’re swinging around,” you explained. “I can see the headlines now, bare starkussy on spider-waist.”

He had no idea if this was a sober or a drunk thought, but he thought he could die with the imagery.

“Also, I just didn’t wear underwear with this dress. That’s TMI, sorry, but, yeah, probably unsanitary. Who knows where you’ve been.”

Okay. He was going ot have a heart attack.

“Good to know,” his voice cracked and he mumbled for you to hang on as he jumped off the fire escape and began to swing from Lower Manhattan back up to Midtown to take you home.

You shut your eyes tightly when you were nearly at the tower. He ran across the top of one building and jumped off the side of it. You were free-falling together before he shot a web near the top of the tower and as he was falling, he started to swing and propelled the two of you up to the landing. You didn’t move until he whispered that you were home, his hands resting on your waist to keep you steady as you slowly adjusted to being on solid ground once again.

You opened your eyes and looked up to his masked face. You stared up at him for an uncomfortably long time before shaking out of your daze.

“Sorry,” you apologized, your hand sliding from around his shoulders and neck down to his chest. It was hard as a rock, and when you once again realized you were being kind of weird with him, you quickly retracted your hand and uttered another apology. “Thanks for the save, Spider-Man.”

“My pleasure, Ms. Stark,” he murmured “Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.”

“I hope so,” you replied.

The two of you turned for different reasons. You could feel vibrations rushing towards the deck, and he could hear frantic voices. You both could just start to see Tony and Steve talking, or shouting, at each other as they approached.

“Goodnight, Ms. Stark,” he bowed his head and walked backwards until spinning around and diving off the side of the building.

“Oh, thank god I don’t have to hold this in anymore,” you rushed out quickly before keeling over and vomiting everything you ingested at the party.

By the time you were done vomiting, you were standing upright and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand just as Tony and Steve surrounded you.

“Now, I am so proud of you for pulling a, well, a me,” Tony explained. “But Cap’s a little worried. I’m not, not at all. Is that a gunshot wound?”

“Right. You weren’t worried at all,” Steve rolled his eyes. “Come on. Let’s get you inside. Someone should try to get a way to contact Spider-Man, say thanks —“

“Seems like spawn wants to give her thanks,” Tony remarked under his breath.”

“Shut up, dad,” you groaned. “I need water. And a bed. And a bucket. Also, maybe some food.”

“Ah, that’s my girl,” Tony squeezed your shoulder and kept his arm around you as the three of you got inside.

“Black coffee, doughnuts, it’s the cure to any hangover,” Tony explained as he shoved a doughnut into your mouth and then forced coffee down your throat. Honestly, you were surprised you didn’t choke to death. Tony smirked in satisfaction to himself when, after a few seconds, you shrugged, nodded, and took both items from him like a little gremlin. He pushed the box closer to your after grabbing a doughnut for himself and continued on, “Feeling like shit, huh?”

“Yes,” you groaned. “How bad is the damage?”

“Well, Pepper’s dealing with the headlines talking about an Avenger accidentally knocking out an innocent person because she was so drunk, but Spider-Man saving you actually seems to be the bigger story.”

“Ugh, I’m so embarrassed.”

“Because you were saved by a dork in spandex?”

“No! Because I was a drunken, hot mess over a dweeb with a camera.”

Tony hummed, “Right, that Percival Porker from the gala.”

“Peter Parker, dad, I don’t know how you made that so difficult for yourself.”

“Whatever. Fuck that guy, Y/N. If he can’t see how amazing you are, he ain’t shit,” Tony explained to you as he grabbed another doughnut to inhale. “Besides, you seemed to have some serious doe eyes for Spider-Man last night.”

“What? No! No, I didn’t. I didn’t and don’t have doe eyes for Spider-Man.”

He howled with laughter, “Kid, I thought you were going to grab him and kiss him before he jumped off the side of the building.”

“I didn’t think you could see us —“

“I have cameras everywhere,” Tony replied. “And I watched the footage back this morning. You had a hard-on for the guy.”

“You are fucking psychotic.”

Tony scoffed, “I’m not psychotic. I’m simply well-aware.”

“The linguistic gymnastics you perform every time you speak is outstanding,” you mumbled under your breath as you chugged the black coffee before chasing it with another doughnut.

As you two were eating, your bedroom door opened once again. You barely looked to see who was there before Wanda and Natasha were in your bed. Natasha sat like a pretzel on top of the covers, arm reaching across Tony to grab a doughnut for herself. Wanda squeaked that it was ice cold in the room, so she dove onto your bed and pulled the comforter up over her shoulders which made you snicker.

“Kid sleeps in an ice box, you get used to it,” Tony shrugged. “And now that the estrogen outweighs my testosterone —“

“We outweigh you there too, Tony,” Natasha quipped.

“—I will be taking off. Good luck, ladies. I already tried telling her she’s got a boner for the the man that cums webbing, but she’s denying it.”

Tony leaned over to kiss you on the forehead before pushing the box of pastries onto your bed. He left the room while chugging his coffee and muttering that he should convince Bruce to make an actual spider-trap, partially for science, partially for fun.

Natasha raised an eyebrow in your direction as she passed the box to Wanda, who, like a little gremlin, quickly grabbed one and held it close to her mouth so she could stay with as much blanket on her as possible. Natasha was momentarily distracted away from you as she stared at Wanda, “Shouldn’t you be used to the cold given Sokovia’s climate?”

“Nope,” Wanda said with a shrug. “That’s not the point here. Y/N is attracted to Spider-Man.”

“My guess would’ve been Steve,” Natasha shrugged as she leaned on her elbow and ate her doughnut. “He does seem like he has a great body under that spandex. You’re clearly an ass gal.”

“And you know he’s very strong,” Wanda hummed. “And flexible, given what I’ve seen on the news.”

“Okay. What is this?” You sighed. “I thought you two thought me asking out Peter Parker was a good idea.”

“Oh, no, we definitely did, but then he rejected your date and you went full Stark-mode afterwards. The walls are up again, but you know who can climb them and into your pants? Spider-Man.”

“Natasha!” You hissed at the master assassin who grinned.

“What? I’m just saying, a casual fuck wouldn’t be so bad.”

You rolled your eyes, “Whatever. I bet he’d reject me too.”

“Get him close enough, I’ll read his mind and find out,” Wanda said as she stole your coffee and dunked her doughnut into it. You and Natasha stared at her in surprise, “What?”

“That’s a little evil for you,” you teased. “Next you’ll tell me his secret identity?”

“Ah, good point, it is a violation of privacy. Never mind, then,” Wanda chuckled.

“Fucking damn it,” you muttered under you breath and threw yourself back in bed. “Whatever. My love life is a joke, I’ll never see Peter Parker again, hopefully, and I’m attracted to a man in a mask.”

“See? Told you she’d admit it,” Natasha said, holding out her open palm to which Wanda placed a crisp $20 bill into. 

You stared at them both, “I hate you fuckers so much.”

~*~

You decided to take it easy that day. You stayed in bed for awhile, avoided working out with Steve, who seemed to be letting you have an easy day anyway out of the kindness of his heart and the events of the day prior. You did some work in the lab with Bruce and Tony, not that you were much help, but distracting them from their work and acting like an absolute shitty toddler by moving their tools around seemed to be the best possible fun that day.

However, you felt it was safer for you to go out at night. Well, not safer as in statistically with crime, but safer as in least likely to be bothered by anyone. Dressed comfortably, you left the tower alone and walked around the city for a little while. You happened upon one of your favorite late night haunts, a place that specialized in Belgian-style fries. 

You waited for your order, grabbed it, and since the place was so overcrowded, you went and leaned against the side of the building, just outside of the alleyway so as not to have a hint of garbage with your meal.

While you were eating, you were lost in your own world. You weren’t trying to sense for anybody around you, so someone sneaking up on you was easy and likely. You had casually glanced around, as you did every few minutes, but when you looked over your left shoulder, you nearly screamed when you were face to face with an upside-down spider mask.

In fact, your fries ended up on the grounded.

“Oops,” Spider-Man said after a few seconds of both of you staring at the fries. “That was not on purpose, just saying.”

You steadied your breathing for multiple reasons. One, he scared the shit out of you. Two, you didn’t expect to run into Spider-Man ( a single girl hoped, but didn’t think it would happen); and three, you weren’t all dolled up ready to impress. You were comfortable, casual, and were not on your A-game for flirting.

Then again, you weren’t on your A-Game last night when you were drunk.

“Spider-Man,” you began cautiously. “What can I do for you?”

“Oh, you know, I was in the neighborhood, just swinging around, thought I’d check up on you” he replied. “Sorry about the frites. If it’s any consolation, they smelled great.”

You sighed heavily, “Thanks. Um…” you stared at him wondering what to do next. You weren’t prepared for this! You couldn’t even see his face to get any sort of social feedback from him. “I guess I’ll just go —“

“You’re gorgeous,” he blurted out so suddenly that you were frozen as you stared at him. “Sorry. I had to say it. I didn’t want to say it last night — I mean, I did, but you were drunk, so it felt weird if I told you that. It gave me the ick thinking about it. Not that you give me the ick. You give me the opposite of the ick. The ‘ugh’, as in ‘ugh, she’s so beautiful’ sort of thing. I’m digging myself a hole, aren’t I? This did not go according to plan. Can I start again? Hi, I’m Spider-Man, and I think you’re stunning.”

Who the fuck was this guy?

What sort of costumed superhero just casually hangs upside down beside someone, makes them lose their fries, then compliments them in the most awkward and endearing way possible. What were you supposed to do with this? How could one possibly have any way to react to this? Were you just supposed to tell him that you thought his spandex made him look sexy and — 

“I like your gimp suit,” you blurted out.

Jesus fucking Christ.

You listened to him chuckle, watching as he slowly lowered himself more until eyes were perfectly level with yours, “I’d really like to kiss you, Ms. Stark.”

Your throat went dry, “Me? Spider-Man wants to kiss me?”

“If you’d let him,” he replied smoothly.

What was happening! Why did it suddenly feel like Spider-Man was you, and you were Peter whenever you flirted with him? Your heart was racing, your forehead was sweating, and your throat was so dry you thought you were going to choke yourself in anticipation. You squeaked as your arm came up so you could wipe your greasy, fry-tasting lips with the sleeve of your hoodie. 

Spider-Man chuckled, “May I?”

“Okay,” you nodded urgently. “But you’re upside down, so, like ,how are you gonna —“

“Patience, Ms. Stark. I’ve got you,” Spider-Man said cooly as he lowered himself just a little more so his lips were level to yours. He lowered his mask just above his top lip before leaning towards you. Carefully, you leaned just a little bit closer until your lips were touching. You, for once, were shy, awkward, I mean, you’d never kissed a superhero before and you were one. Now you were kissing a masked man upside down? It was insane.

But, you were into it.

He hummed into the kiss as you gently cupped his face for stability. Your lips parted and you could feel the teasing sweep of his tongue against them before he chuckled and nipped your lip. 

What was this fire you were feeling inside? Oh, yes, falling immediately into a probably unhealthy obsession with a masked man just based on his kissing ability alone. Is that what kissing people you were interested in should’ve been like all this time, that instant fire and feeling like you were floating in the clouds? Or was this simply crippling anxiety coupled with the act of faux-arrogance melting away?

You pulled away with a string of saliva connecting the two of you until it popped. You exhaled slowly, your hand coming up to rest over your heart as you reluctantly let go of his face, “Oh, wow,” you breathed.

“Wowza,” he hummed, suddenly sinking more and more until he unceremoniously snapped off his own web and fell on the ground. 

He groaned as he lay on the ground in a heap before jumping up to his feet again and towering over you. Spider-Man moved closer towards you, head tilting down and to the side as he studied you. You held your breath as you gazed up at him and wondered what more he wanted from you.

“You’re more amazing than a guy could ever imagine, Ms. Stark,” he hummed as he fixed his mask and lowered it once more. “Why don’t we —“ suddenly his head snapped to the side as his spider senses began to tingle. “I have to go. We’ll pick this up again,” his hand came to gingerly hold your chin affectionately as he shot a web to the building with his other hand. “Stay safe for me.”

You watched him effortlessly leap into the air and swing away towards the danger. Your legs were like jelly as you slipped backwards a little and leaned against the wall for support. Was Spider-Man always this smooth? Who gave the man the right to be that smooth at all? 

~*~

Meanwhile, the second he felt like he was far enough away, Spider-Man screamed in delight. He still had it in him! He was shocked! Then again, it was always so much easier to act out his desires and throw all caution to the wind and release his inhibitions. No one would see the dorky Peter Parker and see how much of a dweeb he actually was. They saw a hero, the cool, heroic, funny guy that was Spider-Man. This was so much easier, and considering he thoroughly blew it with you in the supermarket, this was his only remaining chance with you, and it seemed to be working wonderfully.

~*~

Upon returning to the tower, you ignored the sounds of Sam and Steve arguing over the original release date of Snow White in theaters. You didn’t care. You were floating as you shuffled your way to the kitchen, opened the freezer, and grabbed your favorite pint of ice cream. When you turned around, you screamed seeing Clint standing right behind you, eyes narrowed as he studied you closely. However, you were so frightened by him that you squeezed the carton, and with your powers, made the ice cream explode over the both of you.

Clint’s eyes remained narrowed as he grabbed a chunk of the ice cream off of his shoulder and ate it, “Did you get laid?”

“What? No.”

“You’re glowing and totally didn’t see me coming,” he pointed out. “What happened?”

“Nothing!”

“You also forgot my fries.”

“Clint—“

“You have to tell me or I’m going to tell Steve you had a sex dream about taking his virginity when you two first met,” Clint whispered.

“I will end you,” you growled. “Fine. Don’t say anything, okay?”

“I won’t, scout’s honor. I mean, I wasn’t a scout. I was a filthy carnie, but you get the idea of it. What’s up?”

“I kissed Spider-Man.”

Clint balked, the ice cream dripping down the both of your faces as he screamed, “You kissed Spider-Man!?”

However, while on his patrol, Spider-Man fell into trouble. He’d gone dark for about 16 hours before you heard anything from him. You knew he was in trouble, and you were having difficulty finding him and getting a response, until the images started flooding in. They were horrible. Videos of him being beaten with bare fists, kicks, bats, crowbars, stabbed, electrocuted with jumper cables. They ripped his face mask off and showed you how bloody, battered, and bruised he was: beyond recognition.

Leave him alone. You’d send a simple text, what you considered to be a fair warning, they laughed loudly and showed Spider-Man.

Why don’t you come and stop us yourself, my love?

Aw, they had no idea what was coming, did they?

Give me the location.

You were already dressed and ready to go. Once the coordinates had appeared on your phone, you were pulling up your hood and picking out keys from the fishbowl by the elevator.

“Do you need backup?” Tony asked, watching you toss keys left and right before settling on stealing Bucky’s motorcycle.

“Nope,” you replied. “I think it’ll go very, very smoothly.”

Tony watched you closely as he took note of your suit missing the gauntlets that usually kept your powers somewhat restrained. He let out a low whistle, “They fucked with the wrong couple, didn’t they?”

“And they don’t even know,” you replied, turning to glance at your father. 

“Honey,” Tony said tentatively as he noticed your eyes started to gain their familiar golden glow. “Just how hard are you going to hit them?”

“They stay down, they live,” You replied as you stepped into the elevator. “They get back up? Dead.”

~*~

They were laughing.  Tombstone, Rhino, Kingpin. They all thought this was going to be the best day of their lives. Not only did they manage to pull Spider-Man into a trap to beat him within an inch of his life for hours and hours, but they were going to get his girlfriend in the building.

“If you think about it, it’s rather poetic, isn’t it, Spider-Man?” Kingpin asked as he looked down at the bound and tortured hero. “Neither one has to suffer without the other. You both may die together and be reunited.”

“But there will be some suffering,” Tombstone chimed in.

Rhino laughed loudly, “Going to torture her and make you watch, Spidey! And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Spider-Man could sense you. The second you stepped foot in the warehouse, he felt your presence. His spider senses were going crazy, but he knew he wasn’t the one in danger. The imminent death he was sensing? He looked up at the three men before him, then at all of their minions and henchmen surrounding him. Spider-Man mumbled something under his breath that no one understood.

Kingpin grabbed him around the throat and lifted him up in the air, feet dangling helplessly off the ground as he brought him closer to his face, “What was that, boy?”

“It’s been an honor,” he rasped.

Tombstone himself looked a little stunned as he stared at the hero, “I think he may actually be dying now.”

“No.” Your voice chimed in from the shadows of the warehouse. Where you were? They had no idea. “He just knows that we play on a different level. See, Spider-Man is the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. He holds back. He gives you a chance to do better, to be better. It’s honorable, noble, even.”

“Show yourself, pretty girlie,” Rhino challenged. “We won’t bite! Not too hard, at least.”

You laughed. They still had no idea where you were. You were changing your position, walking around, keeping them on their toes. Peter lay their on the ground as Kingpin tossed him aside. He knew where your voice was coming from, but he kept his head down as he waited for you to do what you had to. At that moment, Peter knew you were furious.

“Let’s play a game,” you said. “The game is called, fuck around and find out.”

“I’ve never heard of that game,” Tombstone muttered while Kingpin rolled his eyes.

“It’s simple, really,” you laughed as you stepped out of the shadows and into a conveniently located spotlight. The only one to visibly have a reaction to your presence was Tombstone, as he took a step back realizing he was in front of an Avenger with god-like powers. Kingpin remained stoic, almost unamused by your entrance, but inside he was planning his escape.

Rhino? Rhino was up for the challenge.

“The first hit knocks you down. You stay down? You live. You get back up, I make your heart explode in your chest.”

Tombstone laughed, “You can’t do that. You’re an Avenger. You don’t do that sort of thing. Captain America would never.”

“Look around, Tombstone,” you said as you stepped closer. “Do you see Captain America here?”

You figured it was the right time to demonstrate. Picking a random victim for your display, you spotted one of Kingpin’s mercenaries. You locked eyes with him, smirked, and held your hand out, fingers spread wide, almost like you were grabbing his heart. Suddenly, you clenched your open hand into a tight fist. Everyone watched in horror as the man suddenly gasped, eyes rolling to the back of his head, blood pouring from his mouth as he fell over, dead on the ground.

“You can’t take all of us, Miss,” Kingpin politely pointed out. “And how would this look for the Avengers if you killed all of us?”

“Like I did the world a public service,” you retorted. “So, are we ready to play?”

Tombstone seemed afraid. He looked around hesitantly before nodding his head to Kingpin.

“Get her,” Kingpin ordered.

Your first blast of power sent the three bosses back on their asses as every single henchman opened fire on you. With a smile on your face, you threw both hands out to your sides. You were surrounded by a semicircle of bullets floating mid-air. As you made them vibrate around you, the bullets turned to dust, creating nothing but a circle of gunpowder and dusted bullet shells. Your power surged out more, and they watched in horror as their guns began to turn to powder as they vibrated out of their grasps.

“Shall I go on?” You challenged.

The bosses tried to leave. They tried to leave to make an escape while their men took their deaths. You blasted a column and watched as it cut off their escape route. 

“Screw this!” Rhino shouted and turned around. “I won’t be stopped by some stupid little bitch!”

You stood your ground as Rhino charged forward. He didn’t care about how many men he took down in his path. He was hungry for blood, and he had his eyes set on you. You held your hand up when he was only an inch away from touching you. You watched in amusement as Rhino tried his hardest to push against your power, screaming as he tried using all of the strength his suit could pull together.

You blasted an arm, first, and then the other. You took away the legs, blasting them to other parts of the room and using the blasts to knock over more men and crush them under the pieces of his suit. He was left unable to support himself. Without the legs to support the torso and the head, he fell over, legs dangling pathetically out of the chest piece as he struggled to break free.

He didn’t have to break free. You raised your fist, and using your powers, punched through the chest of the suit, through his own chest cavity, and stopped only when you felt concrete beneath your knuckles. You pulled your hand out, flesh, blood, muscles, and chips of bone sticking to your arm as you withdrew it.

“Perhaps,” Kingpin began as you stalked towards him and Tombstone, your hands flying out in different directions to knock back their henchmen, whether that was into heaps of pipes that impaled them, or onto wooden studs and nails that stuck out in various places, you did not care. Kingpin watched as you went so far as to blast a hole through one of his men in the chest with your intense abilities. “Perhaps we can reach an agreement of sorts.”

“We will,” you smiled darkly and glanced at Tombstone. “You don’t want a turn?”

“Powers are cheap,” Tombstone scoffed as he marched towards you, a newfound confidence filling him. “You’d never beat me in a fair fight.”

“Why would we have a fair fight?” You asked. “Nothing about this plan with Spider-Man was fair. This meeting was to the death, no? Then let’s make good on it.”

Tombstone charged at you with a hook ready to sink into your cheek. You sidestepped him with ease, watching as he nearly stumbled over his own feet because he put so much power into it. You dodged another fist, then another, and another, and he tried to grab you. You held your hands up and used your vibrations to shatter every single bone in his hand, his arm, shoulder, all the way up his collarbone where you moved on to snap his neck before you blasted him through glass and out of the warehouse.

The only one that was left was Kingpin, who stood tall, but didn’t say a word as you slowly walked towards him.

“Your peers respect you, or fear you, I don’t really give a shit,” you began as you stared up at him. “But you can relay a message for me.”

“And if I choose not to?” He hummed watching you raise your hand. 

You sighed and stopped his heart from beating. He sucked in a breath, but he was trying to remain composed under your power, “If you don’t. I’ll kill you. Which is a shame, if you think about it, you’ve got a strong, healthy heart. It beats slow. Be a shame to waste it.”

Kingpin nodded his head once and you released your hold on him. Dusting your hands off on your suit, you looked up at him and crossed your arms over your chest, “Let this be a lesson. You try to kill Spider-Man? I will kill you. I don’t fuck around. I don’t chase. He’s kind to let you all live with the shit you do. Me? I’m not so nice. I’ve got bigger shit to worry about than petit larceny and the other bullshit you do. As long as Spider-Man doesn’t die? You don’t die, and if you pull this shit again, I will personally go on an insane vendetta and murder each of you without you ever seeing it coming.”

“I will relay your message.”

“Good. If you live.”

Before he could do anything, you used your power and threw him back into the wall, his head slapping against it and falluing unconscious. You shrugged and looked up, shot down some rafters and beams, and made it all collapse on him.

He was a big, strong man. He’d probably live to send the message.

You made your way back over to Spider-Man. Crouching down in front of him, you untied him and pulled his face onto your lap, “Talk to me, sweet boy. Can you hear me?”

He hummed as he nuzzled your thigh, eyes closed as he let relief wash over him, knowing you’d taken care of everything. “I can hear you just fine, darling. You sound exhausted, though.”

“I ate, like, ten protein bars on the way here.”

“Ah, all-natural steroids,” he teased.

“A smart mouth even when you’re half-dead, incredible.” You shook your head and reached into your back pocket, producing a new mask for him. You slid it gingerly over his head to hide his identity for when the two of you left. You pulled him up, draped his arm around your shoulders, and dragged him out of there.

~*~

Back in the tower, Peter was laying in the bath you had prepared for him. He was sipping on a milkshake you made, quietly enjoying the massage you gave his scalp as you washed the blood and debris out of his hair.

“Thank you, by the way,” he said to you, hand reaching back to grab yours and intertwine your fingers together. “I wish you didn’t have to do that. You shouldn’t have to —“

“Peter Parker, you are not the only hero. Hell, you’re a lot nicer than me, but you are not the only hero,” you said as you leaned forward and kissed his jaw from behind. “I would rip this planet in half for you if I had to.”

“That is so sweet, and a little scary, because I know you can actually do that.”

You chuckled and squeezed his hand tightly. “I love you, Peter. We still have a long life together, you and I. As long as I breathe, nothing will come between the two of us, that’s a promise.”

“I promise the same to you, Y/N Stark,” Peter murmured as he kissed your hand a few times. “If you were in that position, I….I’d have killed them too.”

“Well, I let one live,” you said. “Always leave one to spread the word.”

“You think they’ll listen?”

“You fight street-level crime. You think they want someone who kills aliens to come down and kick their ass?”

He pouted, “I fight aliens too.”

“Not as much as I do, luckily,” you joked. “How’s that milkshake treating you?”

“Just what the doctor ordered,” Peter declared. “I think it’s missing something, though.”

“What’s that?”

“I believe she ordered that I receive more snuggles and kisses, please,” Peter turned his head slightly and gave you a mischievous, bruised grin. “What do you say?”

You sighed as you reached up and wiped a little bit of milkshake away from the corner of his mouth, “I say that you’re lucky that you are so cute and have a healing factor so I can really give you what you deserve.”

He had Tony with an arm wrapped around Pepper, and another arm wrapped around Bruce’s shoulders as he had yanked the man into his side and was kissing his temple while Pepper was watching the scene and laughing at Bruce cringing because Tony was laying a ‘wet one’ on him.

Clint looked bored, but Peter couldn’t resist this photo. The man was literally standing by a window, unbothered by everyone, nearly hiding behind one of the curtains as he shoveled food in his mouth. The man resembled a chipmunk/human hybrid and it was impressive.  Natasha was caught whispering in Wanda’s ear, but both of their eyes were clearly glued to a man’s butt as he bent over to pick up his fallen handkerchief.

Steve, Bucky, and Sam looked like the perfect trio of pals. Steve was in the center, head down, smile on his face, eyes closed as he listened to Sam and Bucky go back and forth roasting each other, with Bucky outright flipping Sam off while said man was using a napkin to mimic an emo, swooping hairstyle. Thor, in typical Thor fashion, was surrounded by women, and even a few men, as he spun tales of Asgard and his conquests, not realizing Steven Strange was behind him and rolling his eyes at the stories.

Then there was you. You were off to the side, a corner that could’ve been hidden to most, but Peter couldn’t help but spot you immediately. After all, you weren’t just an Avenger, you were a very, very pretty Avenger who happened to perfectly fit in the same age bracket as he did. You were absolutely glowing in a floor-length, golden gown moved like water whenever you did.

You were off speaking to someone in a corner, a man he recognized to be your boyfriend, thanks to several magazines and newspapers that couldn’t manage to keep themselves out of your life. However, instead of the usual demeanor they caught you in when together, smiling, laughing, having fun, you looked like you were going to explode. That must have been the feeling that he was having. It really was his spidey senses tingling. 

Confused, Peter slowly started to walk towards you, his senses going off the closer he got. He felt the floor shake ever so slightly and looked around, but not a soul seemed to be bothered by this except for him. Perhaps because of his senses he was more sensitive to it, but he knew what was coming, he was familiar with your powers. He knew what was next for this whole building if things were as bad as he was imagining them to be.

Looking at you, Peter noticed your hand shaking. He then noticed the tips of your fingers start to turn red. Suddenly, he could see the veins bulging on your hand up to the middle of your forearm, and ugly red and purple bruising start to form around them. His eyes widened a little bit, looking up to see your face. Your right eye was twitching and you were gritting your teeth like you were trying to hold back, and what were you trying to hold back? 

By the looks of it, he’d have to guess you were trying not to put your fist through his face. 

Peter watched as you opened your mouth to speak and were immediately shut down by your boyfriend talking over you, hands waving around, voice getting louder by the second. Your eye was still twitching, and the bruising was creeping up your forearm fast and reaching your shoulder, causing you to wince as your other arm grabbed it and held on to it.

Peter could hear the sound of marble cracking and knew he had to intervene. Quick on his feet, he walked over to you and held up his camera the second he saw your injured hand starting to rise, “Ms. Stark, why don’t I take your photo over there? Just yours, of course.”

You saw this as your out, and as much as you wanted to let go of the powers you were holding in and just break your boyfriend’s face in two, you decided that maybe now was not the time to commit manslaughter, against your better judgement. Instead, you exhaled slowly, smiled politely at the photographer, and nodded as he quickly led you away out in the hall, lying to you and saying something about getting the ‘perfect’ night lighting.

“How do you get perfect night lighting at night in a dimly lit hallway? Shouldn’t that be outside?” You asked as the doors shut behind you.

“Nah, doesn’t matter,” Peter turned around and lowered his hands in front of him as he studied you. “I just thought I should stop you from murdering someone during a charity event, as cool as those pictures would look.”

You laughter. You snorted and laughed at him, and while you thought that snort was some kind of combination of unholy and unattractive, Peter grinned watching you shake your head and turn away from him.

“So that’s why you lured me out here? And here I thought you thought I was pretty,” you replied.

Peter grinned, “It can’t be both?”

You blushed, surprised he matched your banter. You scoffed a little and crossed your arms over your chest before remembering the pain one of them was in. You winced slightly and let your arms drop to your sides as you studied him, “What’s your name, hero?”

He smirked, because he was positive you had no idea the double meaning behind that nickname, “Peter Parker. It’s a nice to meet you, Ms. Stark.”

“Yeah, even under these circumstances?” You quipped, stepping backwards to lean under a particularly dim sconce, just to rest your back and get some weight off of those pointy heels you were wearing, “Sounds a little strange, Parker. You’ve got a murder kink or something?”

“Well, if I did, I would’ve let you finish off your boyfriend back there.”

“And watched? Now that’s just a little too voyeuristic of you, Parker.”

Peter laughed as got down to his knees and  angled the camera up to take a photo of you. You tilted your head to the side in confusion and stepped forward to leave but Peter protested quickly as he moved to lay on his stomach.

“No, stay right there. You look amazing like that,” He said as he started to snap photos of you, “Like a real bad ass.”

“I don’t usually let press take photos this easily.”

“I know, I hear you’re a camera breaker,” Peter remarked and glanced up at you from behind the camera, “What’s a guy got to do to get you to spare me?”

You chewed on your bottom lip, “Not sure. You already got down on your knees fairly quickly for me,” You laughed and leaned back again, staring off to the side with your injured arm resting in the shadows, your good arm resting softly on your stomach as you thought about this particular predicament you were in. “How about you don’t release any pictures of the two of us arguing?”

“What makes you think I took any?”

“I’m confident it was your job to get some juicy pics of the Avengers here, since you’re Spider-Man’s personal photographer — well, not so much these days,” You replied, watching as he looked up at you in surprise before standing up. “Yeah, took me a minute, but I remember the name now. I like your photos.”

“Thanks,” Peter nodded as he dusted his pants off and walked towards you. “No pics of you and the boyfriend fighting.”

“Hm, well, not sure how long he’ll have that title anyway. I’ll give you the exclusive in case I do rip his heart out with my bare hands.”

“Hot,” He mumbled, watching you chuckle and shake your head once more. “Should we get that checked out for you? That looks, well, not great,” he told you as he studied your arm.

“It’ll go away in a few days,” You waved your good hand dismissively. “It’s happened before. It’s not a big deal. It’ll recover quick enough. It’s just going to be annoying walking in with this for all to see now. I left my jacket at my seat.”

“Oh,” Peter slipped his jacket off quick enough, “I got you. That’s fine.”

“I can’t —“

“Come on. You can walk in. Get your jacket, and give me mine back. Plus, I had this dry-cleaned.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Recently?”

He blinked twice as he chewed on his bottom lip, “This year. I think.”

Snickering, you thanked him and slipped on the jacket. You took a moment to inhale the scent lingering on the jacket to see if it was as bad as you feared — it wasn’t. It smelled like his cologne, spicy, warm, and left just the right amount of tingle in your nostrils, and you were instantly attracted to it. You cleared your throat, muttered your thanks, and walked into the main hall with Peter hot on your trail.

All you had to do was get to your seat, put on your jacket, and you were good. Hell, you might even try to make an early exit and just go home, but, no, why would things be easy. Your boyfriend was waiting by the door, checking his watch anxiously and looking around. When he spotted you wearing Peter’s coat after you returned, everything he wanted to say flew out of his brain as he started walking towards you.

Peter noticed him and cringed “So, uh, what were you two fighting about?”

“He embarrassed me in front of a bunch of people and got really angry and defensive when I said he was being shitty and condescending. Why?”

“I think he wants to finish the conversation.”

You turned around at his remark and nearly slammed into your oncoming boyfriend. He looked at the jacket you were wearing, then at Peter, who stood there with his lips pursed, eyebrows up, and eyeballs going in very other direction that did not have either of you in it.

“I thought you were just taking pictures. The fuck are you doing with this soy-faced cuck’s jacket on you? The hell did you do out there?” He shouted, garnering too much attention from those surrounding you.

Including your father, Tony Stark, who immediately sobered up and put his drink in Bruce’s chest as he undid his jacket button and started to walk over.

Peter, however, sensed it before he could see it coming. Before he could even react, your hand was up, your boyfriend was on his back having gone through a table and wound up on the ground covered in appetizers, drinks, and a now-soiled white tablecloth.

You exhaled and twisted your wrist a few times, “That feels better. We’re done, by the way.”

“Spawn…” Tony began as he looked between your new ex-boyfriend, Peter, and yourself. “You know, if you held out for twenty more minutes, I would have won a bet.”

“Sorry, dad,” you remarked as you began to slip off Peter’s jacket. “I couldn’t help myself. Really, really tried, too.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Tony sighed and noticed your arm, “Holy shit that looks horrible.”

“Yep.”

“Okay, time to make an exit,” Tony looked to Peter and furrowed his brow. “What, you think now’s the time for a photo op?”

“He’s my friend, dad,” you turned and handed him the coat. “Thank you, Peter. It was nice meeting you.”

He beamed as he took his jacket, “Nice meeting you too, Y/N.”

“Make sure you give them a good picture,” you joked as Pepper came over to you with your jacket so you guys could leave. “Sorry it wasn’t a real homicide.”

“Oh, I’m sure I’ll catch it another day,” He joked with you, ignoring the confused looks he was getting from Tony and Pepper. “Maybe I’ll even see you around.”

“Maybe,” you nodded and waved goodbye to him. Charmingly enough, you gave your boyfriend the middle finger and told him to lose your number as you walked out of there with your father and Pepper in tow, while the rest of the Avengers seemed to be playing games of rock, paper, scissors to see who should stay for appearances, and who could run out and leave as well.

~*~

The following day, you made your way over to the kitchen, feet padding against the cold floor as you made a beeline to the coffee. After pouring yourself a cup, you grabbed the Daily Bugle sitting on the counter and unfolded it. You smirked behind the coffee cup as you spotted the photo on the front page.

‘Y/N Stark, Showstopper at MET Charity’

Of course, the story went on to detail some of the drama from the night, but you were enthralled by the photo. You looked ethereal, god-like, powerful. You could faintly see your bruised arm in the background. Hiding in the shadows, it almost looked sinister, but you loved how you looked. 

You looked to see ‘photograph by: Peter Parker’ and smiled. So he did pick a good photo of you, as he should.

Humming to yourself, you leaned over the counter, “Hey, Jarvis.”

“Yes, madam?”

Johnny wants what he wants and Johnny gets what he wants.

When he sets his eyes on our Stark!Reader, said eyes basically turn into two giant saucers and he's on a fastlane directly towards her.

The competition comes when one Peter Parker also sets his sights on you, and he's just as smitten.

The two find you at the same time, on the same day, at the same Avenger's Day celebration in Midtown Manhattan.

Peter's taking pictures for a little extra side cash, Johnny's there to have pictures taken of him, and get a few numbers of the Ironettes.

It all changes when they both see you.

Johnny is hot on your trail. He knows who you are, but he's never actually seen you in person, and he likes what he sees.

"Y/N Stark, pleasure to meet you. Name's Johnny Storm, you can call me Torch."

"Ew," you grimaced. "I thought the whole 'stupid playboy' thing was an act. This....this is disappointing."

You left with a pat on his shoulder and a remark to step up his game. Johnny spun around in surprise to watch you walk away. He liked a challenge.

Meanwhile, Peter slammed into you and was a stuttering mess of an apology, blushes, and struggling between taking your picture or leaving you alone.

"That's okay," you stared at his press badge, "Parker. Peter Parker? I like your work. You take great pictures of Spider-Man."

"T-thank you, Ms. Stark," Peter swallowed the lump in his throat. "Id' love to take a great picture of you, actually, for the uh, the press. You know, the uh, the, the paper."

Your smirk resembled a cheshire cat and Peter could feel himself falling through different realities as he stared at you and wondered what level of sour patch kid you were: sour or sweet?

"I bet you would, pretty boy." You spun around quickly and struck a pose, "Eat your heart out."

"I am," he squeaked as he took your photo.

"See you around, Parker," you winked. "And tell Spider-Man I said hi."

Oh, he would. He definitely, truly would.

Johnny would see the interaction between you and this random dweeb, and he knew he had it in the bag. He was the Human Torch, what was some little dork with a camera going to have that he didn't have?

"Hey, Stark," Johnny caught up to you and walked backwards in front of you as you kept it moving. "You, me, Cipriani -- "

"Cipriani is overrated."

"Lady's choice, then."

"Jacob's Pickles, Tuesday, 7:00. You need a reservation."

"Done," Johnny said. "Then after, you can be the dessert."

You laughed loudly, "Hey, I doubt it."

Johnny did not feel threatened by the prospects of some camera boy now that he had secured a date.

What he didn't expect was just days after his date with Stark, that Spider-Man would be hanging around her too.

The two were spotted when Spider-Man saved her from being crushed by a car that had flipped down Broadway because of a particularly angry mechanical Rhino.

Spider-Man saved the day, and the girl, and was casually leaning on the wall beside you, who was clearly smitten by the spandex-clad hero.

It was worse for Johnny when people started to post Twitter photos of you casually ordering dumplings standing next to Spider-Man, who was soon becoming distracted by bending down to take photos with kids.

Johnny was so angry.

Spider-Man, our boy Peter, was so happy. He was happy that his hypothesis of getting close to you by using Spider-Man seemed to be working.

But now Human Torch was starting to get in the way.

If Spider-Man was spotted anywhere near Stark Tower or you, Human Torch was flying in and crashing it by being a third wheel.

If Johnny Storm was seen on a date with Y/N Stark, Spider-Man was coincidentally stopping a crime nearby and dropping in on their dates.

It was a back and forth between the two of trying to ruin the other's date with you caught in the middle. They were always trying to outdo the other one.

To be honest, you didn't hate it.

I mean, really, you got so much food out of it.

But they were growing tiresome, it was a constant back and forth and now you weren't even getting to finish these meals because they kept interrupting each other!

Their fighting over you took a turn one day when they nearly started to physically fight each other in the middle of the street.

"Enough! God, this was so fun until you had to be such men about it," you snapped. "Johnny, you need to learn I'm not just a conquest for you. Spider-Man, I," you sighed. "I don't even know you, really, and I'm being very respectful by not doing my research and figuring out who you are in ten minutes, but this shit we've all got going on? Has to stop. The fun is over and now it's just exhausting."

It did nothing to stop Spider-Man and Johnny Storm from being at odds with each other. Their quips were something fierce, and the two made sure to emasculate the other at any moment.

You, however, sat back and watched the show. These two were absolute idiots.

In the back of your mind, however, you did wonder how that photographer you met was doing.