(F/f) Your favorite food

∆ The moment you walked into the room, Peter had his eyes on you. Something just clicked in his mind. And he knew he had to have you by his side. So he sat next to you, in seconds your new friendship bloomed. 

You two have been inseparable since then. It even got to the point where if another kid wanted to play with either of you they had to include the other.

∆ Most teachers were worried about Peter since when you weren't there he was quiet, always looking around as if something was gonna attack him.

He hated loud noises and would snap at other kids if they got too close to him. But the second you returned, he was back to his excited puppy behavior. 

Smiling, playing with you and the other kids (but only if you wanted to, if you didn't want to play with them, he would also refuse.) No fear or worry at all.

∆ Peter is also a lot more gentle with you. If you two were rough housing he would make sure not to hurt you to the best of his ability. 

Hell, he always tries to catch you if you slip up. He is used to pain if all the band aids and bandages mean anything. 

∆ You once saw them and immediately had to promise him that you wouldn't tell anyone about them. He has tried to hide them as best as he could from you.  

∆ A teacher once pulled him aside and asked him about them, it only ended with Peter not talking to anyone (with you as the exception, of course.) 

Since then he always glared at the teacher, not letting them come close to you and screaming & cursing when he got pulled aside. 

∆ A teacher once pulled him aside and asked him about them, it only ended with Peter not talking to anyone (with you as the exception, of course.) 

Since then he always glared at the teacher, not letting them come close to you and screaming & cursing when he got pulled aside. 

"Puppy? Are you ok?"

"I'm fine (Y/n), the teacher is just a meanie! Because of him mom is even more angry at me! I didn't do anything, he was the one who called those weird service people. "

"Oh, that's not nice, hmm…Want to come over today? My parents are making (F/f), we can share a plate if you want?"

"Sure, I would love to…(Y/n)?...Thank you for being my friend."

You feel like you're missing something important. But he would have told you if something was wrong…Right?

∆ Another well known thing about Peter is that he hates to share. Be it toys, snacks, pens and his most valuable treasure, his best friend, (Y/n).

(A lot of kids ended up getting bitten after they tried to pull you away from him.)

∆ You were surprised when he told you that he never celebrated his birthday. So like a good friend you threw him a "party".

It was mostly just your stuffed animals, you and him. Your parents helped you make a few cupcakes, one of them had a candle and was the birthday cake replacement. 

The gift was a kiss to his cheek, he tried to push you away lightly. But didn't protest any other way. 

"Your cheeks are red, puppy."

"Shut up…"

∆ Peter visited you almost daily, using homework as an excuse to hang out with you. It got to the point where your family expects him to be there. 

This of course led to many sleepovers since you often wanted to keep playing with him. And since his mother never complained or called him back home, he was allowed to stay.

∆ He actually started to pick up stuff from you/your family. Do you live in a household whose first language isn't English? Well, he will pick up some words! 

(Might even develop a little accent, unbeknownst to him if you have one/ he interacts with your family.)

Do you stim (flapping, random noises, bouncing, ect?)He will just smile and stim with you if you want. If he ever notices that someone tries to stop your stimming he will turn into a protective puppy. 

Your family's mannerisms? He already picked them up after the third sleepover, trust me. 

∆ Speaking of sleepovers, sleeping in the same bed was normal for you guys. You liked to hug and cuddle with him, especially if he wakes up from a nightmare.

∆ At this stage his love is more of a Puppy love, he is also a little protective of you (since you're his only friend & safe space) but this all changed when he got to his teen years.

∆ High school starts and with it his Emo phase. You always carry a camera or phone with you to take a pic (black mail) of him.

∆ If someone dares to even joke about bullying you (or keeping their eyes on you for a bit too long.) They can say goodbye to their teeth. This of course has earned him the nicknames "Mad Dog", "Guarding beast" & "Bloodhound" (mostly because you still call him 'Puppy'.)

∆ He will walk you to any of your classes and carry your bag, he will also pick you up when it's lunch time.

"It's because of the lunch you brought me, the school has shit food…Also, I don't wanna stay in line." You don't comment on his flushed cheeks.

∆ Tries to act tough, but the second you start to show any signs of being nervous, scared or even sad he will apologize. (And if you allow it, he will also hug you.)

∆ You guys have a whole mountain of notebooks with your commentary of the class you were in together. 

And some "Best of Moments" notebooks for when you two aren't in the same class. Most of them turned into inside jokes. 

∆ After a few months he realized that his crush towards you wasn't going away. He was head over heels for you and so he decided to tell you.

[Choose Platonic or Romantic Route here]

Platonic Route

∆ If you reject his confession he will accept it and continue being your friend. Though you might have to remind him to be less touchy.

∆ He will play nice but the second you get a partner his jealousy will go wild.

∆ Glaring at your partner, always whispering concerns about them to you and what he heard from others. Any mistake your partner makes will be held above his head by Peter. 

∆ He will try anything to get you two to break up, you're his best friend and crush after all. While he accepts that you rejected him, he knows you will come around sooner or later.

After all he knows you best, people like your partner don't deserve you. They don't love you like he does. 

∆ You two get into fights more often but it only takes a few days to forgive each other. Your guys longest fight was a week.

It only lasted this long since Peter was forced to attend some sort of family gathering. He looked exhausted.

(You swore you saw some new scars on his arms.)

∆ What you never knew was that he blamed these fights on your partner. Giving him more reasons to kill them or frame them for cheating on you.

∆ He will also try to rile up your partner so they insult or attack him. He, of course, only does this when you aren't there.

So the second he gets insulted or injured he plays the simple "Protective/Worried friend" card. 

He has an easy time manipulating you. After all, you two knew each other for so long. He memorized everything that you hated. What made you uncomfortable.

But most importantly were your rants, where you revealed everything that made you angry/annoyed at your partner. It was his personal jackpot. 

"I just don't get them! They call you a creep and a pervert! They even called you a stalker once, like I would know if you were one! 

God, they just don't get it that we always spent time together! And they always get so pissed at me, I never complain when they hang out with their friends! Hell one of them is straight up flirting with them and they let it happen…"

"(Y/n)?"

"...What if he's really cheating on me, I mean…One or two rumours can be false but there are so many and you wouldn't lie to me right?"

"Of course not, I hate lying. Especially towards you but hey how about you talk with him about it? If you want I can be there for moral support!"

"You're the best, puppy." You hugged him, not seeing the wide, sharp toothed grin that spread across his face.

He always knew how to get you to believe him. 

∆ "I don't want them to break your heart, (Y/n). I am worried about you…You're important to me. I just don't want to see you hurt. Ever."

∆ He knows that he has to be patient, sooner or later he will get you. Even if he has to take you by force. 

Romantic Route 

∆ If you accept his confession he will be overjoyed. He will pick you up and twirl you around, holding you tightly to his chest before showering your face in kisses.

∆ Will either give you one of his spiky bracelets or get something so you two match. 

He was tempted to buy a leather jacket so that you could wear it. Only returning it when it lost the smell of him. 

∆ If you thought he was already a bit overprotective then hold onto something. His protectiveness went through the roof the second you accepted him.

∆ If anyone tries to flirt with you they will personally get to know every wall in the entire school. And that is on good days, on bad days they just…disappear. 

∆ He will bring you two thornless roses weekly. Reminding you that his heart only belongs to you. He will also give you small gifts and love letters if he sees you struggling in any form.

∆ Man is a blessing when you're on your period. The second you mentioned it he has a plan already forming in his mind.

He's gonna bring you any snacks you want, chocolate, pain meds and pads if you need them. Anything you crave he will get, no second of hesitation.

Cuddles wrapped in a blanket are also on the plan. He also purrs to sooth you whenever the cramps get bad.

∆ Peter always suffered from nightmares which kept him up at night. Normally he would take a walk around the park.

But since you started dating each other, he used these extra hours to plan out dates (& your future together.)

The only times he can sleep through the night is when he is next to you. Holding you, smelling your scent and just knowing that you were safe in his arms. 

Knowing that you were his.

∆ If you ever get grounded for some reason or need him to come over, he will gladly climb through your window.

He also has a copy of your key, that he only uses for emergencies. 

"Hey, Puppy?"

"Hmm?"

"How did you get in here? I didn't hear any windows opening…"

"Ah, I think your parents forgot to close one haha, I got through it. But don't worry I closed, we don't want anyone to disturb us, darling~"

“Don’t I always.” You feigned offense as your hand clapped over your heart, he raised a brow as your mouth turned up into a smirk.

“Goodnight Happy.” You chuckled, turning and stepping onto the red carpet leading to the venue.

“Who are you wearing?” You heard different questions screamed in your direction. This was a charity gala after all, not the fucking Oscars. Who cares who made your dress?

You slipped your hand into Peters, trying to calm him. This had to be overwhelming, all the cameras in your face, screaming anything they can to get you to look their way.

“Dr. Stark!” One voice called, gaining your attention. Few people addressed you with your appropriate title. You turned to see a young woman, who didn’t look like she’s been on the job for very long. She was holding her own though, against all these ruthless reporters. You thought you saw The Bugle among them.

“Dr. Stark, Glory Grant from the Times.” She smiled once you looked her way. You took a step closer to her, nodding at her to let her know you were listening and she could continue, “Can you tell us why this cause is important to you?”

“Of course, every child’s life we can save is like an investment into our and their future. They’re going to be the ones to take over the world someday. Who knows who will be the next Einstein, or Madam Curie...” You began with a smile.

“Or Y/N Stark,” She smiled. You laughed, shaking your head humbly.

“If we can do our part in donating and relieving some of the financial burdens off of their parents then it’s worth it. This organization not only helps families and children currently fighting cancer, but it helps look for a cure. A permanent solution to help end this disease.” You spoke from your heart.

“Thank you so much Dr. Stark.” She smiled as she scribbled the last of your words onto her notepad.

“Are you new at the Times Ms. Grant?” You asked, taking another step closer to her and the barrier between the two of you.

“Yeah, I just started.” She smiled nervously.

“Can I borrow your pen?” You asked, and she handed you her pen and pad.

“That’s my work number. If you’d like to be added to the Stark Industries press board, give me a call. They’re the first ones we call about press releases and announcements.” You spoke as you scribbled it down, handing it back to her with a smile.

“Thank you so much Dr. Stark, but why are you helping me?” She furrowed her brows.

“Because it's a man's world, and we can help change that, one woman at a time,” You said, causing her to laugh, “You’re the only one here to actually address me by my title and not ask me about my outfit. I see a bright career ahead of you.” You nodded to her as you took a step back towards the middle of the carpet.

“Enjoy tonight,” she smiled, beaming at the new opportunity. You winked at her as you took Peter’s hand and led him along the carpet and up the stairs towards the venue.

“That was nice of you,” He squeezed your hand.

“I mean it’s effortless for me, but it will help kick start her career. I got this kinda third eye about people.” You smirked.

“That’s not a real thing.” He shook his head with a laugh.

“Sure it is. It’s not always perfect, but sometimes I can just tell when people are destined for something great. Like you, from the moment I met you I knew.” You turned towards him, taking his other hand in yours.

“You knew what?” He titled his head in confusion.

You leaned in to press a chaste kiss to his lips, forgetting you were at the top of the stairs and still in full sight of all the photographers. You saw the flashes but you didn’t care. Peter’s identity was safe with his mask, and you wanted the whole work to know how happy he made you.

“That you’re a good person, and you’re gonna do big things.” You beamed up at him as you pulled away from the kiss, turning to lead him inside.

“So what else can this third eye tell you?” He asked curiously.

“It’s kinda like a gut feeling, to trust someone or not trust them. Like fight or flight, something’s not right kinda feeling. I just trust my gut, ya know.” You shrugged.

“I think I know exactly what you mean.” He said, and you turned to him with a raised brow before remembering your conversation from a week ago.

“Oh that’s right, like your spidey senses.” You chuckled, making sure to keep your voice low.

“My what?” His eyes went wide.

“You said you can sense when something bad's gonna happen. Although mine isn’t as specific and can’t be attributed to a radioactive spider.” You chuckled, walking to a secluded corner of the ballroom.

“Shh someone could hear you.” He whispered, you smiled, shaking your head, knowing everyone’s always drunk at these sorts of things.

Turning to face Peter, you raised your hands to straighten his bow tie. Your mind wandered to how great he looked in his suit. The feeling of butterflies swirling in your belly from the moment you saw him step through your door a few hours ago had barely worn off.

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“Wow,” you both muttered as your eyes landed on each other. You’d never seen him all dressed up like this. He looked good, really good. You gulped, trying to push the dirty thoughts from your mind.

His hair was slicked back, not the mess of curls you were used to. He looked so grown up. You could almost picture him commanding a Stark Industries board meeting or standing at the end of an isle. Wait- slow down Y/N, jesus.

He looked so natural, so dapper, and then he turns and gives you that signature goofy smile- there he is. It brought a smile to your face. How did you get so lucky? How could you have landed a guy as great and handsome as Peter Parker. Were the girls at his school brain dead? You would think everyone would want him. Kind, sweet, intelligent, respectful, and Christ he cleans up well. He was everything you’d ever dreamed of.

Have you just been staring this whole time? Jesus, Y/N say something, he’ll think you’re crazy, you thought.

“Are you ready to go?” You asked, trying to compose yourself. He only nodded, still not able to formulate words.

You were wearing red. His red. No- not his red obviously, but the same color of his suit. And god he loved it. He felt like you were wearing a piece of him. Like he had marked you, you were his.

“You look...” He trailed off, his eyes still wide. He cleared his throat and smiled, trying to compose himself. You could almost hear his internal monologue urging him on - Come on Peter, keep it together..., “You look... God Y/N. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” You blushed. Of course that wasn’t the first time someone had told you that, but coming from Peter it felt different, “You look so handsome. Not your usual kind of suit, huh?” You smirked, causing him to chuckle as he pulled on his sleeves.

“I have your mask.” You smiled, still admiring him, holding the mask out to him.

- - - - - 🕷 - - - - -

“Why doesn’t your mask hide your identity?” Peter asked, as the two of you watched more and more people file into the ballroom.

“Because people will know who I am anyway, and I’m not hiding.” You explained.

“How will they know?” He furrowed his brows, you shook your wrist in response.

“I don’t know anyone else with a custom blaster built into a bracelet. I’m also on the younger side, and pulled up in a ride with Stark Industries plates, so it wouldn’t take a genius.” You smiled, starting to recognize a few faces of regulars as you people watched.

“Do you always wear that thing?” He asked, holding up your wrist and examining it.

“No, I’ve got a watch for day to day wear that does the same thing. Dad may not give me a suit, but he won’t leave me completely defenseless. And it has come in handy.” You trailed off, remembering the not so fond memories of the last time you used it. Your ribs still ached if you thought about it long enough.

“Let’s hope you don’t have to use it tonight.” Peter said, craving one normal night without having to be a hero.

“Someone would have to be very ambitious to attack this place, they’ve got security out the wazoo.” You brushed off, praying tonight would go well.

A hush fell over the crowd as the charity president walked onto the stage and welcomed everyone. You felt Peter’s hand slip around your waist protectively as everyone pushed a little closer to the stage to hear. This part was pretty standard, basically a little speech to kick off the  night, a thank you for coming, and who to make all checks out to. Music filled the ballroom as the band began playing after the applause for the speaker died down.

“I’ll get us something to drink.” Peter nodded off towards the open bar.

You nod as he walks off and turn to admire the ballroom. Your eyes soon land on a familiar face.

“Dr. Strange,” You smile, greeting him.

“Dr. Stark,” He nods. You’d met a few times at these sorts of events. You hadn’t seen him for a while though, and there were rumors of an accident.

“How are you Stephen? I haven’t seen you since...” You paused to trying and remember, “Was it that benefit for the hospital a year ago?”

“Had to be, I’ve been... traveling.” He stated ominously. You glanced down to see the long thin scars along his fingers.

“Well it’s nice to have you back.” You smiled.

Peter now rejoined you at your side, slipping a drink into your hands- non-alcoholic of course, per May’s request. His other hand found its way to the small of your back.

“Peter, this is Dr. Stephen Strange.” You introduced him.

“Peter Parker,” He smiled, shaking the doctor’s hand. Something you couldn’t describe flashed over Peter’s eyes as they shook hands. Like a gut feeling he couldn’t quite place. For some reason his spidey senses were going off.

“Enjoy your evening, I need to check in at work.” Strange gave a curt nod and smile as he said his goodbyes. As he walked past you he dropped his voice to a whisper and spoke into your ear, “I like this one much better than the last.”

“Me too,” You whispered back with a smirk.

“So... how do you know him?” Peter asked curiously as the doctor excused himself to call the hospital.

“We run in the same circles, it’s a lot of the same people that come to these sorts of things. His hospital donates a lot of money to these causes and when he pisses off the board they send him to represent them as punishment.” You explained.

“This is a punishment?” Peter asked, dumbfounded.

“For a neurosurgeon it might just be,” You laughed, shaking your head, “I’m surprised he’s here.”

“Why?” He furrowed his brows.

“I heard he was in an accident not too far back. A bad one. I didn’t know he had gone back to work. Hmm...” You looked off to where the man had disappeared to.

“Care to dance, Parker?” You changed the subject, taking his hand into yours and placing your drinks onto the nearest table.

As the song changed to I Only Have Eyes For You by The Flamingos, he held you in his arms, swaying slowly. You were lost in him, hours could have passed, or seconds. As your bodies were pressed together you felt a sensation you could only describe as home.

“So has it been everything you dreamed it would be? These stuffy formalities for rich people to get drunk and spend money.” You chuckled as you looked up at him.

“It’s beautiful, but I guess, I mean it seems so glamorous from the outside.” He shook his head.

“Sorry to burst the bubble for you. It’s a little less Gatsby, and a little more, middle aged businessman doing coke in the bathroom.” You quipped.

Peter’s head immediately whipped towards the bathroom door where two men were emerging, one rubbing his nose.

“No way...” He looked back to you with wide eyes.

“You’d be surprised.” You chuckled.

- - - - - 🕷 - - - - -

After a little more dancing and mingling you and Peter made your way out onto the deserted balcony.

“Are you cold?” He asked, as he leaned onto the railing next to you. You were hiding it well but he still sensed it.

“A little.” You chuckled, cursing those spidey senses for giving you away.

Peter slipped off his coat and placed it over your shoulders. You thanked him as you turned to admire the moonlit lake below you. It was so quiet and peaceful, untouched by the party going on just on the other side of the glass doors.

“Did you have a good day?” Peter asked.

“Perfect.” You looked up to him and smiled, and you meant it.

“Um, so, Happy told me that you don’t like to celebrate your birthday but,” Peter began to speak, nervously. Your eyes grew wide, how in the world did he know it was your birthday? That was the one day you liked to keep private and out of the press. Only the Avengers, Pepper and Happy knew when it was. “I wanted to give you this. Everyone deserves at least one present on their birthday.”

“Peter you didn’t-” You shook your head, before he cut you off.

“I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. And don’t worry, Mr. Stark swore me to secrecy so I won’t go announcing it to the world.” He reassured you as he reached into his pocket to pull out a little box.

“I know it’s not much, and I’m sure you have a million other fancy things, but I wanted you to have this.” Peter opened the box nervously, revealing a necklace. It was a single pearl and diamond dangling from a silver chain. Simple, but beautiful. “It was my mothers. Aunt May said that my dad gave it to her on their wedding day.”

Your jaw dropped slightly and your hand went over your heart.

“Peter, I-” How could you accept this? It was probably one of the last bits he had of his mother and he was just giving it away? You knew how much they meant to him, and he’d been through so much. With losing both parents so young and then his Uncle Ben not that long ago. Tears began to pool up in your eyes. Did he really care about you that much to part with something this important?

“Are you sure?” You asked softly.

“Of course I am. She would have loved you. She would have wanted you to have it.” Peter spoke, slipping the necklace on you as a single tear slipped down your cheek.

You turned back to him with a smile, he gently rubbed his thumb across your cheek to wipe the tear away. He didn’t know what to say- actually that’s a lie. He knew exactly what three words he wanted to say, but he thought it might be too soon and he might scare you. He absolutely didn’t want that. So he just smiled at you as you leaned in to kiss him.

You pulled away and wiped your tears, trying your best not to mess up your makeup.

“Thank you Peter.” You sniffled, chuckling at how silly you were being.

“Happy birthday.” He beamed as you heard the band strike up a slow song inside. He extended his hand to you, “Y/N Stark, can I have this dance?”

There was that goofy smile again, causing you to giggle as you placed your hand in his. He pulled you close, you rest your head on his shoulder as you both sway to the music. And for once in your life, everything was perfect.

- - - - - 🕷 - - - - -

After everyone had said their goodbyes and they ushered you out of the venue, you and Peter began your short walk through the park to the Plaza Hotel across the street.

“Tonight was like a dream,” You said, as you swung your intertwined hands slightly.

“Haven’t you been to a million of these things.” Peter chuckled and shook his head.

“Yes, but I’ve never been to one with someone I love and it’s a very different experience I’ve learned.” You spoke, causing Peter to stop.

You turned to face him as you noticed his wide eyes, not believing the words that just came out of your mouth. It took him a minute to process. One, that meant you loved him. And two, that meant you were never in love with Thomas, since you’d been to these events with him before.

“Ok, you’re kinda scaring me now Peter,” You laughed nervously at his awestruck state.

“You love me?” He asked, and you answered with a nod and a smile.

He placed his hands on either side of your face and pulled you into a sweeping kiss.

“Am I dreaming?” Peter asks, pulling away, looking for any sign on your face that this was all some sort of joke.

“I sure hope not,” You chuckle.

“I love you too,” Peter beams at you, pulling you into another kiss.

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“Woah...” You and Peter both mutter as you push open the door to your hotel room. Now this was fancy. You felt like you were in a room in Buckingham Palace.

You both walked around, inspecting the room as you dropped your coats. You saw your bags in the corner that had already been brought up. You ran your hand over one of the pillows on the huge California King sized bed as your lips morphed into a smirk and an idea popped into your head. You clutched onto the pillow with one of your perfectly manicured hands as you spun around, whacking Peter with it.

“Hey!” He yelped, eyes growing wide at what you’d just done.

“Come on Parker, let’s see what you’ve got.” You tossed him another pillow from the bed with a smirk.

“O you’re gonna regret this,” He stalked towards you. You kicked off your heels and jumped onto the bed, standing up on your knees.

He swung his pillow as you ducked, it just missed you. You took the opportunity to whack him again. He looked at you with wide eyes, thinking, How had he missed?

“What? Couldn’t see that coming, bug boy?” You laughed. Taking those few seconds to gloat had proved fatal as you felt his pillow attack your side.

“Oof,” You feigned pain as you dropped backwards until your back hit the bed.

“Are you ok?” Peter asked, worried, thinking he’d really hurt you. With his super strength he was never sure.

You waited until he was kneeling next to you to jump into action, according to your plan. You jumped up, pushing him back onto the bed as you straddle him, grabbing your pillow and smacking him a few times.

“Ok, ok, you win!” Peter cried out, forfeiting.

“Yes!” You threw your pillow up in the air in victory. Peter looked up at you, still on top of him with your hair now a mess, hanging all around your face. He cherished the genuine smile on your face. All he wanted to do was kiss you, you looked so happy.

You crawled off of him and back onto the floor where you extended your hand to help him up. As he placed his hand into yours and rose to his feet, you didn’t notice his left hand reach for the pillow. Before you knew it, there was a pillow lightly thrown in your face.

“Peter!” You squealed through laughter. He knew you were about to retaliate when you reached for your own pillow on the bed. But he was faster, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you away.

“Come on, truce?” He asked as you struggled against his arms.

“Fine, truce.” You said, shaking his extended hand as he let you go.

“Hungry?” You asked, reaching for the room service menu on the desk and flipping through it.

“Starving.” He said, reading it over your shoulder.

After you had called in the food, you walked over to explore the rest of the room.

“They said it will be about an hour.” You told Peter, as you pushed open the door to the bathroom.

“So what do we do til then?” He asked, but you didn’t hear him.

“Jesus, look at the size of that tub.” You exclaimed, and Peter came over to your side to get a look at it too.

“Wow,” He said when his eyes landed on the giant clawfoot tub, “Um we definitely have to use that.”

You turned to face him with a smile.

“Really? You’d wanna do that?” You asked, who knew Peter Parker was a sucker for bubble baths.

“Absolutely. And do they have those big fluffy robes like in the movies?” He asked, excitedly, like a kid on Christmas.

You walked over to the closet and pulled the doors open, revealing two robes as described. You pulled them out and presented them to him.

“Cool...” His eyes lit up as he felt the material between his fingers.

You started to run the water, adding bath salts and bubbles, knowing it would take a while to fill the whole thing. Your things had already been brought to the room before you got there, so you got to work taking off your makeup and letting your now messy hair down.

You tried to reach for your zipper, as your body cried to be released from this skin tight dress.

“Hey Pete,” You called, and he strolled in the bathroom, now only wearing his dress pants and no shirt... and the butterflies were back. God how could he look that good, you stared shamelessly.

“You called?” He smirked, breaking your train of thought.

“Oh um, can you help me with my zipper?” You blushed, knowing you’d been caught.

“Mhm, turn around.” He instructed, before his fingers found the metal pull tab and he slowly worked it down, revealing more and more skin.

“There you go.” He smiled, placing a kiss on your shoulder, his gentle action nearly making you swoon. “I think the water’s ready if you want me to turn off the tap.”

“Yeah, yeah go ahead.” You nodded. You watched him turn off the spout and slip off his dress pants until he was just in his boxers. He folded them and set them aside before looking up to you. You were still holding your dress against your chest to keep it up, as the back gaped open and the thin straps slipped down your arms.

“Do you need help with that?” Peter asked, pointing to your dress, thinking you might need help taking it off. You thought you could manage, but on second thought you might need help. It was a tight dress and your stylist had helped you into it. You only nodded in response as Peter moved behind you. He gently helped you slip your arms through the straps and pulled the fabric down your body. He gave the fabric a quick tug as it struggled to get past your hips. You were now exposed in front of him. The dress was too tight for you to wear any sort of undergarments. He took you in for a moment before shifting his attention respectfully to the red indentations down your side from where the seams of the dress dug into you.

“Does this hurt?” He asked, gently rubbing his fingers down them.

“Not really,” You shook your head. He reached out his hand to help you into the tub without slipping.

You sank into the warm water as Peter dropped his boxers and joined you. Your eyes went wide at the size of him, and you looked away, a blush slowly crept onto your cheeks.

He must have noticed because the next thing you knew, a splash of water was hitting your face. You looked back to him in shock, he was sitting back laughing. You flicked your hand through the water, splashing him back.

You moved to do it again, but he grabbed your wrist, stopping you. You knew it was a good idea, if the two of you started going at it again like in the pillow fight, it would lead to a mess and an expensive clean up bill.

“Do they always book rooms this fancy for the galas?” Peter asked, taking in the room once more.

“I don’t know, this was the first time I’ve accepted it.” You shrugged, following his gaze up to the gold crown molding and chandelier.

“Really? I thought you did this all the time.” Peter assumed.

“No, I don’t make it a habit of jumping into tubs with strange men.” You joked.

“That’s not what I meant, and I’m not a strange man, I’m your boyfriend.” He teased as he pulled you towards him. You chuckled and placed your lips onto his quickly before pulling away.

“Say it again.” You smiled. He furrowed his brows for a moment before smiling.

“I’m... your... boyfriend.” He said slowly, placing a kiss on either cheek between words, his lips landing on yours after his last word.

He now had his arms around your waist, pulling you close as your lips collided. When you broke apart for air, he looked down at the necklace around your neck and smiled.

“This is a dream right? I’m dreaming.” Peter shook his head with a goofy grin, not being able to believe his eyes.

“Does this feel like a dream?” You asked, taking both of his hands and placing them onto your breasts. He responded by crashing his lips onto yours, he groaned against your mouth as he pulled you closer.

“It’s nice to know you dream about me Parker.” You quipped with a smirk as you broke apart for air. He chuckled at your cockiness.

“All the time, baby.” He replied, and the pet name rolled off his tongue before he even realized what he said. God you almost melted at the sound. It was your turn to crash your lips against his and let out a moan as his hand traveled down to squeeze your ass.

A knock at the door pulled you both apart as you stared at each other with wide eyes.

“Room service!” A voice called, causing you both to let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

- - - - - 🕷 - - - - -

The two of you sat at the dining table, both in your white fluffy robes with nearly dripping wet hair.

“God this is so good.” Peter said, stuffing his mouth.

“Mm, I know, I didn’t realize I was this hungry.” You said, doing the same. Who knew fancy hotels made burgers and fries this good.

You picked up a fry from your plate, waving it at Peter.

“Ready? Catch.” You said as you threw it across the table as Peter caught it in his mouth.

“Ok your turn,” Peter said, tossing one of his. You leaned to the side, nearly missing it, but catching it in your mouth. You thrust your fists in the air in celebration, causing Peter to chuckle.

The two of you ate and talked, before cleaning up.

“Ugh, I’m so full.” You groaned, falling back onto the bed, rubbing your full stomach, causing Peter to laugh.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” Peter asked.

“Oo yeah, we should probably get out of these robes though.” You said, moving from the bed, not wanting to get it all wet.

“Here,” Peter said, moving to his duffle bag and tossing you one of his t-shirts. You slipped it on as he slipped on some boxers and hung up your robes. You glanced down at the Midtown Tech logo and smiled. The fabric fell down to the middle of your thigh.

“I like seeing you in my clothes.” Peter smiled as he approached you sitting on the edge of the bed and pulled you into a chaste kiss.

“Cafeul, soon all your sweatshirts are gonna go missing.” You said, making him laugh.

Peter sat with his back against the headboard, and motioned you over to him. You crawled across the bed and laid into his side as he wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you close. He held the remote in his other hand, scrolling through options on the large screen.

“Have you seen this?” Peter motioned towards the screen.

“That’s my favorite movie.” You chuckled, smiling up at him as he immediately pressed start.

Peter absentmindedly played with your hair as the movie went on. As the credits rolled a few hours later you leaned up to face Peter.

“Thank you for today. As birthdays go, I gotta say this may be my best yet.” You spoke genuinely.

“Well it’s not over yet.” He stated after glancing at the clock on the bedside table.

“It’s not?” You smirk, as he pulls you closer.

“I think we were interrupted earlier.” He said slowly, a blush returning to your cheeks as you remembered the events that took place, or almost took place in the bathtub a few hours earlier.

“I think you’re right.” You whispered back, as you climbed onto his lap as his lips intertwined with yours.

You’ve kissed him before, that wasn’t new, but this time something was different. There was a hunger you couldn’t quite describe. His hands began to roam your body, trying to take in every inch of you. A strong arm wrapped around your waist, lifted you, and laid you down onto the bed as Peter now hovered over you.

You gasped at the sudden movement before smiling as Peter lowered his lips to yours once more.

“Y/N,” He said, making you stop and open your eyes, worriedly. Was he ok? Was this too much?

“I’ve never...” He began, nervously.

“That’s ok Peter, we don’t have to-” You tried to reassure him, but he shook his head.

“I want to, God I want to. I want to make you feel good.” He said, his hand traveling up your shirt and resting on your waist.

“Are you sure?” You asked, not wanting to push him into something he wasn’t ready for.

He nodded, muttering a yes as he brought his lips down to you once more, before pulling away.

“Are you?” He asked, making sure this wasn’t one sided.

“Absolutely.” You smiled, taking in the sight of him above you, reaching up to gently move a curl that was falling onto his face, brushing his hair back with your fingers.

And for the first time in your life, you realized why it was called ‘making love’. As much as the phrase made you cringe. As much as you hated when people said that, that was the only way you could think to describe what you and Peter just did. It was sweet but passionate. Peter was gentle yet ruthless in all the right ways. You figured it out together, through the giggles and moans. And as first times go, it was perfect.

For one night you got to be kids. Of course you were adults, just barely. But the two of you had more weight on your shoulders than most adults would ever have. You had responsibilities, that the safety of the city and the world depended on. But for one night, you got to be normal, you got to be kids. For one night you were free, and you cherished it, because neither of you knew how long it would last.

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Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated! 

Yes, you already had all of his measurements from his Spider-Man suit so you could just give them that, but where’s the fun in that? Everyone deserves a private audience with the best tailor in New York at least once in their life. The thrill of almost being impaled with tiny pins is completely worth the reward of having something made so perfectly for you. To have an item that no other person owns, and only fits you. Your body gets to be the canvas that the garment is painted on.

You’d already made the appointment when you texted Peter.

Are you free after school today?

Nearly an hour later, in what you suspected was a passing period, you got a reply.

Yeah, why?

You smirked as you typed your response, you wanted this to be a surprise.

You’ll see ;)

Peter shook his head with a smile at your cryptic message, if he knew one thing, it was to always expect the unexpected from a Stark.

As the final bell rang, he leisurely made his way from his locker out to the entrance of the school. He walked absentmindedly, hands in his pockets before he looked up and his eyes grew wide.

On the street in front of the school, you were leaning against your convertible. Sunglasses on, arms crossed as Flash stood before you. Your body language was a clear indication that you weren’t amused with Flash’s feeble attempts to flirt with you.

As you looked up and your eyes met with Peter's, a smile spread across your face as you wiggled your fingers in a wave. Flash whipped around to see what, or rather who, had drawn your attention.

“Penis Parker, your ride’s here.” Flash teased as Peter approached the car. You slowly lifted your sunglasses to the top of your head.

“You know Flash,” You took a long breath, drawing out your words, “For a straight guy, you really love to talk about Peter’s dick.”

Laughter erupted around you from the small crowd of Flash’s cronies that had gathered to watch him shoot his shot with a Stark. You lowered your sunglasses as you held your smirk, Flash’s face turned beet red and he stormed off with a huff.

“I think that was the greatest thing I’ve ever witnessed.” Peter beamed, a giddy smile on his face. You walked around the hood of the car and hopped back into the driver seat.

“I was just stating a fact,” You chuckled, “Hop in.”

Peter did as instructed, closing the door behind him. You kicked the car into drive and sped off.

“Did Flash ask why you were here?” Peter asked curiously, and you nodded in response.

“I told him Tony Stark needs Peter’s help on a project for his internship and asked me to pick him up right away,” You smirked, “That shut him up.”

Peter chuckled, imagining the look on Flash’s face when he realized that Peter wasn’t making any of this Stark Internship stuff up, and that Tony Stark actually knew who he was.

“So where are we really headed? Your text was very mysterious.” He smiled, you turned to face him once you’d reached the stop light.

You lifted your glasses and smiled at him, your eyes meeting. You couldn’t believe the two of you were here like this. A month ago you weren’t even speaking, and as much as that broke your heart it was worth it. The hiding and sneaking around was worth it to be here now with him, driving around New York with the top down, not caring who saw you.  

You reached to take his hand, giving it a squeeze. Peter leaned closer to you and you met him halfway, your lips meeting for a moment in a chaste kiss.

A honk from the car behind you forced you apart as the light turned green.

“Let’s get a move on!” The driver yelled.

“We’re having a moment here!” You yelled back, earning a middle finger in response as you took your foot off the break.

“I love this fucking city,” You laughed, and Peter joined in.

“Are you gonna answer my question or am I supposed to guess?” Peter smirked, his hand still in yours.

“Queens.” You answer, glancing at Peter and seeing him raise a brow, “We’re going to a gala, and you need a suit. We’re going to my tailor.”

“So does that mean I get to see your dress?” He wiggles his brows, causing you to laugh.

“No, it’s a surprise.” You shook your head, using the heel of your hand to turn the steering wheel, taking you onto the Queensboro bridge. The first place you’d met Peter. If your father hadn’t enlisted you to find the webslinger, you would have never met him. Or maybe you would have. Maybe you were destined to meet and no matter what path you followed it would always lead to him.

“Where is this gala again?” Peter asked after a moment, he had been glancing out the car at the bridge. You wondered if he was also thinking about your chance encounter.

“Inside Belvedere Castle in Central Park.” You answer, it had recently reopened but you’ve never been to an event inside. It normally housed exhibits or small private parties. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited, and a little nervous. You didn’t want anything to go wrong, you needed a good night, especially considering what had happened last time. You knew you’d be safe with Peter by your side, but you just wanted one smooth night with no heroes required.

“Cool,” Peter nodded, having never been there himself. How he got wrapped up in a life of billionaires and crime fighting, he’d never know.

“So I figured we could get some food after the fitting? And maybe bring May some, because we need to do some schmoozing.” You said, causing Peter to raise a brow.

“Why?” He asked, curiously.

“Soo... they always book rooms in a hotel near the venue for after the gala. They collect the most donations at the bar of the afterparty and this year they picked The Plaza. They gave me a room, so I thought we could stay there, order room service, kinda have a mini vacation.” You explained, hoping this wouldn’t be too much. A gala is one thing, but spending the night in a big fancy hotel is another.

“That sounds amazing!” Peter beamed.

“But,” You said, drawing out the word, “I don’t want May to kill me, so we kinda need her blessing.”

“Yeah that’s a good idea. I don't think she’ll mind.” He said casually.

“I’m prepared with more shoes if she says no,” You laughed, but you weren’t kidding.

“I’m sure that won’t be necessary.” Peter chuckled, shaking his head.

“I don’t know... If my son asked to spend a night in a fancy hotel with his girlfriend I’d be a little hesitant.” You shrugged.

That was the first time Peter had heard you refer to yourself as his girlfriend, and that was the first time you’d said it outloud. You liked the way it sounded, you could get used to that.

- - - - - 🕷 - - - - -

After a fitting full of laughter and you shamelessly checking out Peter’s ass, the two of you were sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner and chatting.

“Hey guys,” May says as she walks in the door, “Oo that smells good.”

“We got you some.” You smile, pointing back to the box on the counter.

“Aw, you guys.” She smiled as she made her way to the kitchen, ruffling Peter’s hair on the way.

“How was work?” Peter asked Aunt May while he tried to flatten his hair.

“Good, good. What are you kids up to?” She asked, taking a bite.

“We were just talking about that charity gala I told you about.” Peter said.

“Oh right, the childhood cancer one.” She nodded, chewing.

“Yeah, so Y/N was just telling me that they gave us a room in the Plaza for that night, but we wanted to make sure that was ok with you first.” He said, and this was the moment of truth.

“I don’t know Peter, let me think about it.” May said, just as you’d suspected.

Peter looked at you, worry evident in his eyes, he wasn’t expecting her to say that. You shook your head in a “don’t worry, I got this, follow my lead” kinda way.

You picked up your phone, and stared at it for a moment, forming your plan.

“Oh shoot,” You muttered, pretending to read and scroll through something on your phone.

“What is it?” Peter asked, looking over your shoulder, seeing the screen was black as you continued to tap on it.

“I forgot I had booked a salon and spa appointment for tomorrow but I have a meeting with the Robotics Board upstate,” You explained, turning and speaking directly to Peter.

“Can you get it moved?” He asked, playing along.

“No, it’s nonrefundable,” You shook your head, and went back to swiping on the blank screen before pretending like a brilliant idea just popped in your head, “Aunt May, why don’t you go?”

“Me?” She asked, surprised.

“I mean, it will just go to waste otherwise and I can’t make it. We’re starting trials on new nano-tech prototypes so it’s probably going to take all day.” You explained. If this whole engineering and CEO thing didn’t work out, you might have to go into acting, because you were killing this.

“Well... I guess if it’s gonna go to waste. I haven’t been to the spa in forever.” May smiled. Hook, line, sinker.

“Perfect, problem solved!” You smiled, and quickly changed the subject back to Peter’s day at school to not seem too suspicious.

Now we wait.

- - - - - 🕷 - - - - -

The three of you talked for hours, about life, about school, about work. It felt good, normal even. Like this was something you could get used to. Peter and his Aunt accepted you so quickly into their world and their lives. You felt like you’ve been doing this for years, like you’ve known each other for years. They didn’t treat you like the daughter of a billionaire, they just treated you like Y/N.

Before you knew it, it was late and about time for you to head home. When you were with Peter time seemed to fly by. You were gathering your things when May spoke up.

“When’s this gala again?” She asked Peter, and you knew your plan was coming to fruition.

“Friday.” He answered.

“The Plaza you said?” She asked, and the two of you nodded in response.

She sighed, knowing you’d both be safe there and it was close to the venue.

“Ok.” She nodded and both of your faces lit up. It worked!

“But no alcohol.” She pointed at both of you with a stern face.

“No alcohol.” You and Peter repeated in unison, nodding along. That wouldn’t be a problem, you’d learned your lesson from last time you were drunk around Peter.

“No drugs.” She maintained her protective stare.

“No drugs.” You both nodded.

So far the bar was pretty low. If it were your father he’d be saying ‘No hacking government agencies, no lazers, and don’t do anything I would do’ which really took a lot off the list.

“And use protection.” May said finally, your eyes going wide. Peter dropped his head into his hands.

“May....” He groaned in embarrassment. You hoped your cheeks weren’t betraying you and turning a bright red. You never expected that to come out of May’s mouth.

“I’m just saying. You’re both adults, I just want you to be careful.” She answered, and you smiled and nodded awkwardly.

“I’ll um, I’ll walk you out.” Peter pointed to the door, and you followed him.

Peter was silent on the trip from the apartment to the elevator.

“Told you we’d need the spa day,” You smirked, trying to cheer him up. He still looked mortified by May’s comment.

“You know, my father would have said something much worse, so you shouldn’t be embarrassed.” You tried, comfortingly grabbing onto his arm.

“I know, I just... I don’t want you to think that’s the only reason I want to go. Especially after what Thomas said-” Peter began to ramble, but you cut him off.

“Hey, hey. I know you Peter. I know you’re not like that. I don’t want you to worry about that. We’re in no rush. It’ll happen when the time is right.” You said, still surprised that clearly what Thomas had said was weighing on him so heavily. You knew he’d said it just to get under Peter’s skin, but you couldn’t let him win.

“Ok.” He nodded, seeming to be convinced by your words as the two of you stepped off the elevator onto the first floor.

“Now we can have a relaxing night out where you don’t have to lie about where you’re going.” You smiled, trying to lighten the mood as you were approaching the door.

“Yeah you’re right, I’m sorry.” Peter shook his head for even bringing up Thomas. You grabbed his arm once more, stopping him from opening the door. He turned back to you, and furrowed his brows slighting in anticipation.

“There’s no need to apologize for caring, Peter. It’s sweet.” You assured him, and he smiled. He bent down to kiss you before leading you out to your car.

“Text me when you get home safe.” Peter instructed as he opened your car door for you, a true gentleman.

“I will, I’ll see you Friday. I actually do have a meeting for the Robotics Board tomorrow. Now I have to go book May a salon and spa appointment. Maybe I’ll throw in a manicure for good measure.” You rambled as you got into the car and started the engine, lowering the window as Peter closed the door.

“You’re gonna spoil her.” He teased, leaning into the open window.

“Who else am I going to spoil? Unless you want some Jimmy Choos and a mani pedi?” You teased back, making Peter chuckle.

“Drive safe.” He kissed you once more before backing up back onto the sidewalk.

“Bye.” You smiled with a wink before pulling out onto the street.

Once you had returned home and gotten into your pjs you raised your phone to take a selfie. Snapping the picture, you sent it to Peter to let him know you’d made it home safe.

Proof of life ;)

Almost immediately you saw the three flashing dots appear as Peter typed his reply.

Cute pjs, goodnight, don’t let the spiders bite.

You chuckled, shaking your head at your phone screen.

I don’t think that’s how the saying goes lol, stay safe on patrols tonight x

Pulling your blanket over yourself as you settled into bed, you heard your phone ding.

I always am ;)

You shook your head, that boy was going to be the death of you.

- - - - - 🕷 - - - - -

“thank you, miss potts” he hung up the phone and he turns to you, pointing his index finger to you. “stay here”

“what! why?! i like spidey, he’s the only one that’s remotely nice to me, except for steve and wanda” you mumble and pick at your nails.

“you know that’s not true. now, stay here, or you’re grounded until the end of time” he steps into his suit and it closes, and he leaves your house. you couldn’t hear the jets anymore, and you open the door to your suit that your dad had made for you in case something bad happened. you step in, closing it in on you.

“hello, y/n”

“hello rose. track my father, please” she took a couple minutes before finding him, stopped at a lake. “perfect. take me to him”

you saw his suit flying in the distance, talking to spider-man who sat on top of the jungle gym. you drop to the ground and step out of your suit, walking slowly over to your dad and spider-man.

“but mr. stark i-!”

you jumped back and gasped. “peter?!” both heads turn towards you, and their faces drop. “holy shit, are you okay?!” he dropped down to the ground and you ran to him, colliding your body with his. he grunted loudly, holding you close.

“still hurting a bit, babe” he chuckled and you pull away, blushing.

“sorry” your fingers travel over his suit. “so, you’re spider-man, huh?”

“y/n y/m/n y/l/n! what did i tell you?! stay in the house or you’re grounded until the end of time! why don’t you listen?!” tony stepped out of his suit as well, and you held onto peter’s arm.

“i’m not a little girl anymore, dad, i’m 16! you treat peter like he’s a toddler too, he’s 16 as well! i’m not as weak as you think i am, i know how to hold my own. i even fought off those robots that one time, when you were with steve and the others! so stop treating me like a child!” you shouted and you held tighter onto peter. “take me to yours”

“y/n, wait..” tony started but you shook your head.

“not tonight. i can’t talk to you anymore, dad. my suit’s in the woods somewhere over there” peter slipped on his mask and you held onto him tightly, watching as the city of new york flies past you two.

you two sneak into his room, and he slips off his suit and shivers. “th-that water was frickin’ freezing” he shuttered and slipped on warmer clothes. “here, here’s one of my shirts” you change quickly and peter packs away his suit. the two of you sat on his bed, you sitting up against the wall and peter’s head in your lap as you played with his hair.

“so, how’d your spider-man stuff start?” you ask and he shifts.

“got bit by a spider. now here i am. it’s fun but terrifying. like the bank, that’s why i had bruises, not from soccer. it’s so scary but.. i wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world” you smile at how big peter’s smile was. “so.. you have a suit too?”

“oh, yeah, dad made that for me if someone bad happens, which it did like 4 months ago. these robots went a-wol and of course i have to protect my mom. so i fought them off. i got hurt pretty bad, but i’m okay now” peter kisses your thigh and you smile, running your fingers through his hair.

“i’m glad i’m with you tonight. i’ve had such a tough night and all i needed was to be in your arms” peter confessed and you blushed. he crawled up and pulled you on him, hugging you tightly. you buried your face in his chest, gripping his shirt. “something wrong, babe?”

“just thinking of what my dad said to me earlier” you say softly and peter holds your chin, tilting it up to look at him. you sigh and sit up, looking at him. “he told me to stay away from you. but i can’t, god i’m so into you it’s crazy. i can’t stay away from you, you’re like a magnet to me and-“

“maybe we should listen”

“what?”

“i mean.. i don’t want to piss him off and have him never use me for any mission so-“

“wait wait wait.. are you just dating me so you can keep going on adventures with him and the other avengers?” you get off the bed and he sits up quickly.

“what?! no! god, no, y/n. you are amazing and i adore you, i just.. don’t want to ruin your relationship with him and i don’t want to ruin my relationship with-“ you hold up your hand and he stops his sentence.

“got it. thanks.” you stomp out of the room, out the front door and running down the street. you stop when you’re a few blocks from peter’s apartment, and you could not longer hear him scream your name. you sit on the curb, head in between your knees. you hear a car pull up next to you, a car door open and close and someone standing in front of you.

“miss stark” you look up, and it’s your dad. you shake your head, crying some more.

“he broke up with me because he didn’t want to make you pissed at him because that means he wouldn’t go on missions” tony grabbed you, hugging you tightly. you hold his shirt in your hands, sobbing into his chest, stroking your hair.

“oh, my girl, he’s a dead man” he flies up, holding you tightly and flying to peters front door. he knocks, you behind him.

“may isn’t home, it’s just peter” tony twists the door handle, and it was unlocked. he stormed in, you following close behind.

“mr. parker!” peter sat against his wall, crying as well. “ah, so, it’s a crying party i see” peter stood straight up, and you slightly came out from behind tony.

“mr-mr. stark i pr-promise you i didn’t w-want to break up with her b-ut i didn’t want to make-make you anymore mad” peter had the hiccup cries, and it was the cutest and saddest thing you’ve ever seen.

tony was silent for a moment before clearing his throat. “well. i had a talk with miss potts, and she believes i’m only telling you to stay away from peter because i don’t want you.. growing up. and she’s right. you having a boyfriend means you’re growing up, and way too fast”

“i’ll still always be your little girl, dad” you smile and hug him, and he kisses the top of your head, tears softly forming in his eyes. “wait, so does this mean..?”

“peter, if you EVER hurt my daughter, use her, whatever, i will hunt you down and strangle you with my hands, got it?” peter nodding quickly. you smile and tackle peter to the bed, kissing him all over his face making him giggle. “alright, alright, enough. i’m leaving, too much. y/n, will you be coming home?”

“morning, m’love. how’d you sleep?” you shrug, holding his hand as you walk to class. “not that good?”

“no, not really, but it’s fine. i can get some tonight now that we’re going to the city” you smile and peters frowns, and your smile drops. “oh no, peter..”

“i’m sorry, but something came up with tony and i can’t make it. i’m sure someone else could fill my shoes! i just can’t miss this. please understand” he holds your jaw, thumb rubbing over your cheek. you nod, giving a tiny smile. 

“i understand completely” you give him a kiss and he smiles a bit after you pull away. “i have to get to class, i’ll see you at lunch” he frowns as your fingers slip from his, watching as you walk away. once you were out of sight, he turned away and headed to his own class.

you rode on the school bus quietly, your ‘peter<3′ playlist cancelling out the noise of the loud boys who were yelling at each other, even though they were a couple feet away from each other. you clicked the lock button on your phone, your screen illuminating your face as you text peter that you’ll miss him and take photos for him to see. you hit the home button and stare at the photo of you and peter from last year in front of the Rockefeller tree. 

you lock it when the bus comes to a stop in front of your apartment building, waving goodbye to your friends and hopping off the bus. you twirl the headphone cord around your finger, unlocking your front door with the spare key from under the light. 

on the couch, sat a new winter coat, gloves, and a hat. you smile and drop your bag, picking up the note that was sitting on top of the gift. 

‘mr. stark felt bad, so he got you some goodies. and i also got you something that’s sitting on the bed. -s.m”

you gather the gifts and set them on your bed, putting your backpack on the computer chair, smiling at the box sitting on your pillow. you sit on the bed and kick off your shoes, opening the note. 

“use this and make memories, i can’t wait to see them tomorrow. happy early christmas <3 , p.p.”

you pull out a new camera and gasp, smiling widely. you check it out, and it already had a photo on it, a photo of peter smiling. you chuckle, turning it off and putting it back in its box. you phone starts to ring, and it’s a facetime call from peter. you prop your phone up on your vanity, saying hello before you move out of frame to change.

“wait, where’d you go?” 

“i’m changing, hold on” you chuckle and slid on a pair of jeans and a sweater, sitting down at your vanity and smiling. “here i am”

“ah, there’s my baby!” he smiled and you laugh. you brush and fix your hair, happy with how you looked. “you look so cute. god i wish i could go with you tonight”

you frown, falling on your bed. “i know me too. oh! are you with tony? is he around?”

“uh, yeah, why?”

“can i speak to him?”

“yeah, hold on. uh, mr. stark?”

“yeah, what’s up kid?”

“y/n wants to speak to you” the camera shook a bit before it landed on tony and you smiled. 

“ah, y/n! what’s going on?”

“i just wanted to thank you for the gifts, they’re really nice” you smile and he nods, smiling as well.

“oh no need to thank me. since i was stealing the kid from you i wanted to show you i’m sorry. well, y/n, peter and i have to get going, so we’ll talk to you later”

the phone is passed back to peter. “alright, bye, i love you!”

“i love you too” he quickly hangs up and you turn on music, locking your phone and frowning. you stare at your ceiling as you listen to the lyrics. you sing along to the songs quietly, tapping your finger on the top of your hand.

you lock the front door, stuffing your hands in your new coat. you walk down the sidewalk, a headphone in your ear as you tried to distract yourself. 

“hey, where you going?” you roll your eyes, ignoring the stupid cat callers. “we’re talking to you!” their footsteps get louder and you speed up, but they get louder and closer. 

“no!” you scream, but you were taken up from the ground and you scream, closing your eyes. the wind was powerful, but you weren’t on the ground anymore. you open your eyes and smile.

“hey!” spider-man greeted and you laughed, hugging him tightly. he lands on top of a building, and you give a tighter hug. “nice to see you too, babe”

“i thought.. tony..”

“he felt bad, he could tell you were upset so he let me come” you hold his face and his hands rest on your waist, and you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face. you slip off his mask, holding it in your hands as you connect your lips with his, your arms wrapping around his neck. he smiles and holds you closer, if that was even possible. you jump back as something cold touches your cheek, and you look up, snowflakes falling on your face. you smile, looking back at peter who had snowflakes in his hair.

“where’s that camera of yours?” he winks and you pull it out, peter taking it and snapping a couple photos. one of you kissing his cheek, another him kissing yours, and another of you two kissing, the snow really making the photos better. he hands it back to you, and you put it back. he holds your jaw, nose rubbing against yours, fingers linking in the belt loops of your jeans. “why don’t we go back to your apartment, watch some movies, and.. get warm? the city will always be there”

“mm, i like that idea” you give him one last kiss before you slip his mask on and hold onto him tightly, and he brings you two back to your apartment in the matter of 5 minutes. you open your window and you both climb in, and peter takes off his suit. you can’t help but stare as you slip off your own clothes and he turns around, and your mouth waters more. 

“see something you like?” he asks and slips on sweatpants, and you put on sweatpants and a t-shirt. he keeps his shirt off, and walks over to you. you place your hands on his chest, running it up and down.