#peterparkerxreaderau

PART 7

Summary: Peter Parker is aboard the Argo III, the world’s biggest passenger ship. He was sent by Tony Stark to strike a deal with Silver Sable, a wealthy businesswoman. But Stark’s deal will have to wait, as Peter has set his eyes on something- or someone - else.

“Mr. Parker.”

The voice was unmistakably commanding and cold. Peter stiffened and turned around slowly, his eyes widening as he saw Silver Sable standing at the end of the hallway. Her platinum hair caught the warm light of the corridor, and her eyes held a piercing intensity that seemed to pin him in place.

“Oh, Miss Sablinova,” Peter said, trying to straighten himself up and wipe the nervous look off his face.

She stepped closer, her gaze unwavering as she studied him. Peter couldn’t tell if she was amused or annoyed. “Quite the interesting time to be wandering the ship.”

“I was just—uh, getting some air,” Peter stammered, trying to regain his composure. He felt uncomfortably warm in his casual clothes, especially with Silver Sable looking at him like she could see right through him.

“Well,” Silver Sable said, a slight smirk curling on her lips, “since you’re here, Mr. Parker, I think it’s time we had a conversation about business.” She glanced briefly at the closed door of (Y/N)’s room and then back at Peter. “Unless, of course, you have other priorities.”

Peter’s cheeks flushed, and he felt a jolt of panic. Did she know? How could she know? He shook his head quickly. “No, no. I’m ready. Let’s talk business.”

“Good,” she replied curtly. She turned on her heel and gestured for Peter to follow her down the hallway. He swallowed hard and quickly fell into step behind her, trying to shake off the lingering heat in his face.

They walked in silence until they reached a quieter section of the ship, a private lounge overlooking the vast ocean. Silver Sable stopped by the window and gazed out, her expression unreadable.

“Mr. Stark sent you here to strike a deal on his behalf,” she began without preamble. “But it seems that Mr. Stark’s trust in your abilities may have been misplaced.”

Peter felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. He wanted to protest, to defend himself, but something in Silver Sable’s tone told him to stay quiet and listen.

“You see,” she continued, “my organization had nothing to do with the loss of Stark Industries’ shipments. That was the result of opportunistic criminals trying to disrupt our operations. But regardless of whose fault it was, I’m here to offer a solution.”

She turned to face him, her eyes sharp. “In exchange for your company’s latest technological developments, we are willing to replace the missing shipments and ensure the security of all future deliveries.”

Peter blinked, trying to keep up. “You want our tech?” he asked, suddenly feeling a lot more out of his depth than he already did. “But Stark Industries—”

“Mr. Stark’s technology is already of great interest to certain parties,” Silver Sable interrupted, her voice smooth but firm. “This would be a mutually beneficial arrangement. Your company gets its shipments, and we receive exclusive access to select advancements.”

Peter opened his mouth to respond but hesitated. This wasn’t the straightforward deal Tony had briefed him on. Silver Sable was adding a new twist, and he didn’t know how to play this. But she was waiting for an answer, her eyes narrowing slightly as the silence stretched on.

“I—I’m not authorized to make that call,” Peter admitted, trying to sound more professional. “But I can pass this along to Mr. Stark and—”

“Mr. Parker,” she interrupted, her voice cold and cutting. “You are here as Mr. Stark’s representative. I need a decision, and I need it soon.”

Peter felt his pulse quicken. “I understand, but I still need to clear this with him.”

Silver Sable’s lips pressed into a thin line, and Peter braced himself for a harsh rebuke. But instead, she nodded once, sharply.

“Very well,” she said. “Contact him. Tell him what I have proposed, and make it clear that time is of the essence. I will only wait so long for his response.”

Peter let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “I’ll—um—get on that right away.”

“See that you do,” she replied. She turned back to the window, signaling that the conversation was over. “And, Mr. Parker,” she added without turning around, “if you’re going to represent Stark Industries, you may want to present yourself with a bit more… composure.”

Peter felt his face heat up again, realizing that she probably noticed his earlier state of disarray. He muttered an awkward “Yes, ma’am” before backing away and making a quick exit. As he walked briskly back toward his room, his mind was a storm of emotions—embarrassment, relief, and a newfound sense of urgency.

He needed to call Tony. Now.

As he dialed the number, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the dark window. For a moment, it seemed like there was a shadowy figure standing behind him in the glass—a trick of the light, maybe, or just his tired mind playing tricks.

He turned quickly, but the room was empty. Peter’s heart hammered in his chest as he stared into the shadows, half-expecting someone to step out.

Nothing. Just his overactive imagination. Or was it?

PART 5

Summary: Peter Parker is aboard the Argo III, the world’s biggest passenger ship. He was sent by Tony Stark to strike a deal with Silver Sable, a wealthy businesswoman. But Stark’s deal will have to wait, as Peter has set his eyes on something- or someone - else.

Warning: Mentions of naked people lol.

Peter saw (Y/N) three days later. She was lounging on the main deck, her head immersed in a book. Huge black sunglasses framed her face. Her white sundress was slightly sheer, leaving Peter's face a burning red.

He walked past her, hiding his face behind the photo album he was holding. Peter was too concerned with not getting noticed that he didn't see the woman standing in front.

"Oh my- Watch where you're going," the woman yelled, pushing him out of the way.

His mission of not getting noticed was now futile.

"Peter?! Hey, it's been quite some time since we've seen. I tried looking for you, but this ship is huge," (Y/N) giggled, removing the sunglasses off her face.

"H... Hey (Y/N), I was a little busy with some things so... uhm... yeah," Peter answered, trying not to meet her eyes.

"Come on, why are you still standing there? Sit here."

Peter reluctantly walked up to her and sat down on the nearest chair. He placed his album behind him, trying to hide it from her.

"What's that?" she asked, tilting her head.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just an album."

"An album? Of what?"

"Some... Uh... photos. That I took."

"Okay, you can't say that and not show me," (Y/N) grinned.

Peter sighed and opened it. He knew there was no way for him to deter her from looking at it.

He flipped through to the first page, gesturing her to get closer. The photo was of an old woman. Her hair almost completely white, save for a few strands in front of her face. She is sitting on a chair under a tree. A crochet hook hung from her hands.

"This is Bridget. I met her when I went to Germany."

"Is that a spruce tree?"

Peter hummed and replied, "She sits under it till the sun sets, waiting for her husband to return home."

"Is he not going to come back?"

"No, he died during the Vietnam War," Peter replied, his mouth upturned into a poignant smile. He flipped to the next photo. A man in his forties. He's sitting in a bar. The neon pink hair tie around his wrist contrasted against the light-yellow beer he was holding.

"This is Ivan. Met him at a Russian bar. He lost his daughter to cancer a few years back. He carries one of her scrunchies wherever he goes."

(Y/N) looked at the picture, and then up at Peter. For somebody who claims to be a casual photographer, he's really good at capturing the feel of the person being photographed.

Peter flipped through some more photos of people, but as soon as he reached the middle of the book, he quickly closed it.

"Wait, what happened? Is that all?" (Y/N) asked, confused why he did that.

"Uh yeah, yeah. That's it. I didn't take anymore," Peter replied, his fingers fiddling with each other.

(Y/N) narrowed her eyes and grabbed the book before he could stop her.

She flipped past the middle of the book to be met with-

"Is this a naked woman?!" (Y/N) gasped, getting distasteful looks from the people nearby.

"Shh, don't yell that out loud! Yes, it is. And before you call me a perv-"

"Uh, too late, pervert."

"I'm not a pervert! It's art, ok? Like those photos we saw below deck."

"Uh huh, right," (Y/N) gazed at him with squinted eyes, not believing his claims.

"Fine, look at the next one," Peter tensed, taking the book from her hands. He went to the next page, and the one after that.

It was photos of women... and men.... either half-naked or completely nude. But (Y/N) could see what Peter was implying. It wasn't anything lewd or vulgar. It was simply, art.

"D... Do you understand now?" Peter squeaked; worry etched into his crimson face.

"Mm, Sort of."

"At least you don't think of me as a perv?"

"Yeah, I guess."

Peter let out a sigh and leaned back into the chair, ignoring (Y/N)'s look of amusement.

"Hey, what did you mean by that?" Peter started. He sat upright again and balanced his photo album on his lap.

"By what?"

"That day in the bar. You said it was quite some time since you truly smiled?"

(Y/N) took in a deep breath.

"Nothing. I was just drunk," she replied, her mouth drawn into a thin line. Her face suddenly lit up, almost as quickly as it went down. "Hey, let's do something. Come on, follow me."

Peter sighed and got up, following her out of the main deck. He already knew it was going to be something crazy. Fortunately, he liked crazy.

"Can I know where exactly we're going?" Peter asked, walking with a slight skip to his step.

"My room," (Y/N) grinned.

They stopped in front of a white door. (Y/N) swiped her key card and got in. It was a big suite. There was only one bedroom and bathroom, but it was much more spacious compared to Peter's place.

"What do you want to do?" Peter asked, sitting on her bed.

"Can you take a photo of me?" (Y/N) asked, grabbing a camera from one of the cupboards. "This camera belongs to my fiancé, Sean. You met him in that bar, remember? I want you to take a photo of me with this."

"Uhm, ok sure. Just sit somewhere and strike a pose," Peter shrugged. He took the camera and adjusted the settings.

"But there's a catch," (Y/N) said with a glint in her eye.

"Which is?"

"You should take a photo of me, wearing this necklace."

(Y/N) held up a blue pendant necklace. The locket was in the shape of a heart. The blue gemstone glistened under the sunlight coming in through the window.

PART 6

Summary: Peter Parker is aboard the Argo III, the world’s biggest passenger ship. He was sent by Tony Stark to strike a deal with Silver Sable, a wealthy businesswoman. But Stark’s deal will have to wait, as Peter has set his eyes on something- or someone - else.

Warning: Slightly smutty

Why did Peter agree to it in the first place? He could've just declined and walked out. But no, he had to be a people pleaser.

He stood in front of the bed. His shaking hands struggled to hold the camera up.

(Y/N) was sitting on the bed, right in the center. Her hands were tangled in her (H/C) hair and her legs were crossed, hiding the very thing he wanted to see. Her face held a seductive look. And she was wearing absolutely nothing except for the pendant.

Peter's senses were all over the place.

"How's this pose?" she asked, switching up to a hunched over pose that covered her chest.

"Yeah, it's ok," Peter breathed out.

"Wait, I know something better. Come up here."

Peter walked up to the bed and climbed in. (Y/N) laid down on the bed and pushed her chest up. Her hands were spread out, and one of her legs were hiked up over the other.

"Put your legs around me. I want a picture from above."

Peter took a deep breath and climbed over (Y/N). If it weren't for her casual look Peter would've melted, then and there.

He angled the camera above her and clicked twice.

"Give me your hand."

"What?" Peter squeaked.

(Y/N) sighed and grabbed his hand. She pushed it onto her neck and angled her head sideways.

"How's this?" she asked, grinning.

Peter didn't say anything and clicked another photo. It was a little blurry as he had to take it with one hand, but that's the last thing he was worrying about now. The huge bulge in the middle of his pants was definitely noticeable now.

(Y/N) looked down and smirked a little before getting out of the bed. She put a pink robe on and looked over Peter to see the photos.

They weren't bad. But Peter couldn't care less. He just wanted to go back to his room and take care of his situation.

"These are great. I love them," (Y/N) said.

"Thanks."

"Would you like to grab a coffee now? I'm craving some caffeine."

Peter looked at (Y/N) with huge eyes.

"I- I can't. I need to help Ned with something," Peter replied, placing the camera back in the drawer. "We can try some other time though."

(Y/N) shrugged and climbed back into the bed.

"I'll just call them to get it here then."

Peter nodded and waved a bye before leaving. He barely made it out of (Y/N)’s room without tripping over his own feet. His heart was pounding, and his mind was racing with everything that had just happened. Why did he agree to this in the first place?

PART 4

Summary: Peter Parker is aboard the Argo III, the world’s biggest passenger ship. He was sent by Tony Stark to strike a deal with Silver Sable, a wealthy businesswoman. But Stark’s deal will have to wait, as Peter has set his eyes on something- or someone - else.

Warning: None.

Cindy Sherman.

One of the photographers considered to be a part of the 'Pictures Generation'.

Sherman's photographs of feminine vulnerability and sexuality is extremely detailed and still extensively studied at famous art institutions.

Her Untitled Film Still #52 is Peter's favorite. Something about the photograph exudes sensuality and passion.

Of course, disclosing this information to anyone is bound to welcome mockery.

"Yeahh, no. You're just horny," (Y/N) grinned.

"No, you don't understand. This picture right here, is one of the greatest art pieces ever made," Peter argued.

The huge frame hung on the walls of the ship's cargo hold. Peter and (Y/N) came across the photograph during their adventures aboard the ship.

"You art boys are the same. Gawking at naked women in the guise of studying human anatomy," (Y/N) teased, walking past the frame to another similar photograph. "What's this? Another nude? What's the so-called story behind this art boy?"

"That's from Julia SH. She's an award-winning artist."

(Y/N) shook her head and laughed before moving on to the other cargo on the ship.

"This is more boring than I thought. There's nothing interesting here," (Y/N) remarked.

"Hey, the photos were plenty interesting."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and marched out of the cargo hold. "How about we sneak into the bar?"

"Why are we sneaking? We are of age."

"Because it's fun. Come on."

(Y/N) and Peter tip-toed past the security onto the main deck and slinked into the bar.

"Okay wow, this place is louder than I thought," Peter yelled over the music. (Y/N) pulled him by the arm and walked to the bartender.

"Two shots of tequila please," she ordered.

"Uhm (Y/N), I don't really want to drink right now."

"Oh, come on! Let loose a little, art boy."

Getting drunk and endangering the mission was the last thing Peter wanted. But it's been sometime since he let himself relax and forget everything, so maybe just one shot will be fine.

"Fine, I'll take just one."

Peter chugged it down and asked for another. A recipe for disaster but he was already in too deep to care. He looked over at (Y/N) to see her downing her third shot. She looked cute with her (H/C) hair tied up in a ponytail, grinning at him like he's all that she sees.

"You know, it's been sometime since I've smiled like this," she said, her jolly smile turning into a poignant one.

Peter didn't know if he should ask her to elaborate or just leave it at that. He decided to hint at it later, when she wasn't drunk out of her mind.

It was probably on the fifth or sixth shot when he came.

"(Y/N)?" a gruff voice sounded from behind Peter.

"Sean! I didn't know you were here," (Y/N) exclaimed drunkenly.

Peter turned around to see a young man, around the same age as him. His green eyes drooped a little, his steps a little tipsy. His white t-shirt stretched around his chest and his blonde hair was scuffed up.

He was a lot more handsome than Peter.

"Yeah, I didn't expect you either. I thought you didn't like drinking. Who's this?"

"Oh, this is Peter. He's here for some business thing. Peter, this is Sean. He is my fiancé."

Oh, she's engaged.

"Looks like you guys are having fun," Sean remarked distastefully.

(Y/N) draped her hands over the counter and gestured at the bartender for more shots, completely ignoring Sean's glower.

"Hey (Y/N), I just remembered I have something to attend to, how about we meet up again later?" Peter said. Sean is definitely not glad to see his fiancée with someone else.

"But we just started! Stay for some more Pete. Come on Sean, tell him," (Y/N) pleaded.

"It's ok (Y/N), we'll see him again later. Thanks for taking care of her Peter," Sean jeered.

Peter nodded and left, his cheeks burning. He walked past the numerous rooms to his own.

He swiped the key card and opened the door to meet a tired Ned on his couch.

"Hey Peter, how was your date?" he jested.

"Good, if you count running around the ship a date. Oh, and she's engaged Ned. Engaged," Peter huffed, slumping down on a chair.

"Wait, what?" Ned exclaimed, sitting up straight. "But she looks so young."

"Yeah, and she is young. But that's not the problem here, is it? Anyway, it's just a slight infatuation. She's attractive, yes, but she probably hates Star Wars or eats Hawaiian pizza or something."

"Right. Keep pretending. So uhm, I have the Lego Death Star in my room. Do you wanna help me put them together? I mean, assuming you're a Star Wars fan because you like, mentioned that-"

"Yes! Distract me, Ned. I think I'll die of disappointment," Peter dramatized, his hands falling over his eyes.

"That's sounds so wrong, but whatever. Come on, let's celebrate your rejection," Ned laughed, dragging Peter out the room.

PART 3

Summary: Peter Parker is aboard the Argo III, the world’s biggest passenger ship. He was sent by Tony Stark to strike a deal with Silver Sable, a wealthy businesswoman. But Stark’s deal will have to wait, as Peter has set his eyes on something- or someone - else.

Warning: None.

"This place is usually crowded, but I reserved it for tonight," (Y/N) said when Peter entered.

He smiled and took a seat near the window.

"So, what would you like me to sing?" (Y/N) asked.

"I don't know. Anything you're comfortable with."

"Hmm... I think Elton John suits this atmosphere the best."

(Y/N) took a seat next to Peter and threw her arm over the chair.

"Wise men say..."

The song faded to the background as Peter's mind took him back 6 months.

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It was the last class of the day.

Today was his and MJ's two-year anniversary, and he couldn't wait to go back to their shared apartment. Tony had given him a day off, saying he deserved it.

The bell started ringing, drowning Professor Carl's voice.

"The deadline has been extended to next month, so I need all of you to do the best. Remember, my office doors are always open..."

Peter didn't wait for him to finish before he darted out the door. As he walked out of the university campus to the blue building nearby, all he could think of was how he was going to make today special. He had never truly been in a long-term relationship.

Gwen only lasted two months before she had to leave for college, and he destroyed all chances he had with Liz when he put her father in prison.

The building's lobby speakers were playing 'Can't Help Falling in Love' by Elton John. Peter's grin widened, it was his and MJ's song. It was the song that was playing during their first dance, the time he asked her out and the first time they kissed.

Peter knocked twice before he opened the door to the apartment.

He was nearing the hall when he heard the voices.

"Harry please, you really got to go. He's gonna come at any time."

"I'm not leaving till you say you'll break up with him soon! How long can we keep this up MJ?"

"Harry, it's our two-year anniversary today. You know I can't do this to him."

"So you want me to just stand there and watch while you play around with my best friend?"

"Uhm, what's going on?" Peter asked, his smile dropping.

"Peter! Hey, how was class today? Harry was just stopping by to wish us. He's gonna leave now, right?" MJ squeaked.

"R..right. Yeah, was just about to leave," Harry replied, grabbing his signature Yankees cap.

"You aren't gonna wait to see the break up?" Peter quipped, his face now contorted into a frown.

"W..what? Break up, what are you talking about?" MJ asked, her fingers playing with each other. A nervous quirk she always had. Something Peter always found endearing, but not so much anymore.

"Drop it Michelle, I heard everything," Peter said. His voice devoid of the usual playful tone. "Wh... When?"

"5 months back," MJ replied, her now teary eyes flicking towards Harry.

"5 months? So, all those times you said you loved me, all those times you kissed me... You were cheating on me? With my best friend?"

"Peter, we didn't expect it to last this long," Harry intervened.

"Get out."

"Peter please, just listen."

"Get. Out."

MJ gave him a tearful glance before walking past him. Harry led her out the door, looking back at Peter guiltily before following her out.

They couldn't even wait till the anniversary celebration was over, could they?

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Peter snapped back to the present when he saw a hand flaying in front of him.

"Uhm, Peter? I... finished the song... 5 minutes back," (Y/N) pointed out, her eyes filled with concern.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about something. The song brings back some memories, good and bad," Peter said, not meeting (Y/N)'s eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"No no, it's alright. It was amazing by the way. The song. Your voice has a lovely tone."

"Thanks," she remarked, grinning. "So, do you have something to do now? I was thinking maybe we could explore the ship together."

"Yeah, sure. I was probably going to binge watch something in my room anyway. How about we start from the lowest deck?"

@harrystylescherrie @arlo-sanders

PART 1

Summary: Peter Parker is aboard the Argo III, the world's largest passenger ship. He was sent by Tony Stark to strike a deal with Silver Sable, a wealthy businesswoman. But Stark's deal will have to wait, as Peter has set his eyes on something- or someone - else.

Warning: None.

A/N: Okay, so this is kinda like my spin on the Titanic AU. There might be scenes which resemble scenes from the movie...

"Peter Parker," one of the men standing at the entrance of the ship called out.

"Here," Peter replied, dragging the two suitcases atop the ship's landing board.

"You know Tony Stark?" the man asked, tipping his glasses down a little.

"Um yeah, he's my mentor."

"Alright, he has upgraded your ticket to premium, just grab your key from the counter at the entrance and move to your cabin. Our staff will help direct you."

Peter nodded and took his ticket back. He grabbed a key and walked to the cabins. This is the first time he's going on a cruise alone, and he could already picture the crew throwing him out. Last time he came on a cruise like this, he burned the kitchen and drained an entire pool. And that was with the Avengers around.

He opened his room and started arranging all the important items in the drawers. The cruise was only for two weeks, so he didn't have to unpack everything.

"Hey," someone said from behind him.

Peter turned around to see a young man around his age. He was grinning widely at him, and tipped his brown hat when Peter smiled back.

"I'm Ned, and we're neighbors. I thought it'd be good to introduce myself, and I don't have anybody to hang out with anyway, so..."

"I'm Peter. You can get in by the way. And close the door while at it."

"Yeah, sure. So, why did you decide to come on this trip? I've always wanted to go on a cruise. I was originally not supposed to have a suite and stuff, but my grandmother upgraded my ticket. She's crazy rich."

Good, he's talkative. Peter didn't have to do much talking then.

"I didn't really want to come. But I have to meet someone here."

"Someone important?"

"Yeah," Peter nodded, hoping he wouldn't ask more.

"Oh man, that's so cool. Important as in, spy important? I've always wanted to become a spy! Maybe you could make me the guy in the chair!"

"The guy in the chair?"

"Yeah, you know, the guy who gives information and stuff to the spy through earpieces. I'm really good in technology, so maybe you should consider it."

"I'm sure you'll be of great value," Peter muttered, stuffing expensive watches into the drawer, courtesy of Tony Stark who thought Peter should value time more.

"Hey, the breakfast counters open in 15 minutes. Do you want to join me?"

"Sure," Peter replied. He's thankful he met Ned. 2 weeks alone in a cruise would be pathetic and boring. Besides, he wanted to see how long Ned can tolerate Peter's clumsy antics.

A/N: This chapter is kind of introductory. I wanted to focus on the story this time. I promise (Y/N) will come in the second chapter 😁