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Peter ParkerxReader

Word Count: 1,350

Summary: You getting beat up and Peter is super overprotective but also so gentle.

Tugging your hood closer over your face you dug in your locker. You knew you couldn’t hide forever.

“Hey Y/N!”

You started, gripping your locker door. “He-hey Peter,” You greeted, closing your locker and turning away from him. “I have a yearbook meeting, I’ll talk to you later.”

“There’s no yearbook meeting,” he said, more to himself. He easily caught up to you. “That was a bad lie considering I’m the main photographer for the yearbook Y/N.”

“It-it’s for me and the writer’s. I decided all the layout people and photographers didn’t need to be there.” You lied, it felt awful lying to him but if you kept him going on this lie then maybe he wouldn’t ask about your ho-

“Okay then, why’s your hood up?” He asked, leaning forward trying to get a look at your face.

You quickly looked away. “Just- migraine, the light’s in this place are killer.”

“Do you need anything? I think I have some painkillers in my locker kit if you-“

“No,” you answered, “I’m fine, already took some.” You didn’t want to say yes and prolong your time with him, even if it was a lie. Even though you were in some pain. You stopped at a random empty classroom. “I’ll see you later,” You stated and tried to dodge into the room away from him.

But he caught your hand and tugged you back towards him. “Hey, no kiss? I’m-“

You had tripped over your feet at the sudden tug and caught yourself on his chest.

Wrapping his arm around your middle he chuckled. “Sorry, baby,” He said before tilting your chin up. “What the fuck happened to your face?”

You’d tried to pull your face away before he caught sight but you didn’t want your boyfriend to think you were rejecting him. A whimper left your throat as you turned away from his hand. You bit your lip on the side that wasn’t slit.

Peter looked around the hall for any teachers before opening that classroom door and pulling you through. “Sweetheart what happened?” He asked, tugging your hood down. More than just your cut lip appeared to him.

Your right eye and cheek were black and blue, as was your jawline on that side. This while scrapes dusted the other side of your face. As if someone hit you while your face was on the ground.

Rage built in Peter’s chest. He lightly grazed his fingers over the bruising. “Who did this to you?” His voice was quieter than his touch was soft.

Tears flooded your vision as you shook your head and looked down.

He put a hand on the back of your head and pulled you into his chest. He held you as you cried. It burned at his heart that someone did this to you. That he wasn’t there to protect you.

“Baby,” he whispered. “Who did it?”

You sniffled, “No, Pete-Peter. I don’t-don’t want you to worry about this okay? It’s fine, I’m okay. Really… I’m sorry for hiding… I knew you were gonna see but I just wanted to tell you before you did but I kept chickening out and-“

He brushed your hair behind your ear. “Baby, just tell me. I need to make sure something like this will never happen again.”

You shook your head against him.

“Do I need to go all detective on you? I won’t ask again, I swore I would never let anything happen to you and here this happened? You’re /everything/ to me. Just please, it kills me that I couldn’t protect you, at least let me make sure that no one ever does something like this to you again.”

You shook your head. “It-it was Stella and Maggie.” Two girls you’d known since 1st grade that never liked you. There were plenty of times they’d caused you to get hurt, but they’d never gone this far. And why had they? Because you and Peter had gotten together, you were editor of the yearbook, and actually starting to become popular since you worked with a lot of groups because of that job. They were jealous.

He nodded and kissed the top of your head, knowing why it finally reached this point. The two girls pined after Peter once Mysterio outed him as Spider-Man a year ago now. He never fell for anything they tried, once you started dating they tried to break the two of you up. You both ignored them. He supposed it was only a matter of time before something like physical assault happened.

“Don’t do anything, Peter, it’s really okay.” You tried, but as you looked up at him the look in his eyes told you he was not going to listen. You’d never seen him so angry and trying to keep his cool. You were grateful that he wasn’t mad at you, he was beyond the sweetest person you’d ever know. His anger surprised you. “O-or maybe just don’t get into trouble…”

He leaned forward and kissed your forehead.

Peter had Karen search the two girls out and as soon as they were found he was heading right for them.

He dropped down, right in front of them. “Hi ladies,” he said. He wasn’t even in his suit. He needed them to see his rage.

The two girls jumped in surprise.

“Peter,” Stella said, “You scared us.”

Maggie looked wearily at her friend. She knew they were in trouble and here Stella was pretending nothing was wrong.

“We need to talk,” Peter told them. He was trying to not show his anger yet, to make them feel secure.

“What’s up?” Stella asked. “Finally decide you were wrong for picking Y/N and come to ask me out?”

Maggie shrunk some and elbowed Stella in her side.

Stella waved her off and smiled what she thought was sexily at Peter.

Peter smiled back at her, he was shaking with anger. It was bad enough what she did, but now she decided to make comments and attempt to flirt with him? No. The look in his eyes was overtaken with his rage.

Stella took a step back in surprise. Maggie stayed in place with wide scared eyes.

“If you ever even think about touching Y/N,” he started. He let out a deep laugh. He stopped his sentence.

“P-Peter-“

“Shut up.” He snapped. “I’ve been quiet about you long enough. You’ve bullied Y/N long enough. You’re never going to look at her again, let alone speak to or touch her. You might thnk it’s cool that I’m Spider-Man and I help people.” His eyes grew dark. “But I will not hesitate to web you to the underside of a bridge. And my webs don’t last forever. Do I make myself clear? And if you even think about telling anyone I threatened you, you’ll have a very powerful lawyer coming after you for assault and no one’s gonna believe you that I threatened you. Do I make myself clear?”

The two girls were practically cowering against each other.

“Good.” Peter was gone a moment later.

There were light footsteps on your fire escape before a soft tap on the window.

You smiled and moved to open the window.

Peter stepped in and scooped you up. “Hi beautiful,” He kissed a spot on your cheek that was not scraped.

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck as he sat down on your bed with you in his lap.

“Took care of everything,” he told you with a smile.

“Thanks, baby. I’m sorry you had to do that.” You cuddled into his neck.

He hugged you close. “I love you, I never want you to get hurt and I’ll do everything I can to make sure that you’re safe.”

You smiled and pulled back just enough so you could kiss him.

To say that your two bullies that’d been after you more than half your life hightailed it away from you in fear, well that was an understatement. Peter squeezed your hand and brought it to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss there.

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Pairing: Peter x Reader Words: 2,362 A/N: I love that annoying little asshole so much sorry this took forever ilysm @ whoever requested this 

“Hey Peter-oh god, you look like death!” You said as you set your books down next to Peter’s. He was sat at a table in the library and since no one else was around, you didn’t really bother to keep your voice down.

“I can admit I’ve looked better.” Peter groaned and you could see the dark circles under his eyes more clearly once you sat down.

“C’mere, I can fix that.” You dug in your backpack

for a quick second until you found what you were looking for. Peter looked mildly horrified as you pulled out a small black tube and uncapped it to reveal your favorite concealer stick.

“What are you doing?” He asked as you grabbed his chin to hold his head steady. “Is that makeup?”

“Just a tiny bit so you don’t look so exhausted and it’ll help keep people off your back.” You said distractedly, your full focus on the little half moons under his eyes. “You may not have realized this, but you’re a terrible liar.”

“You’d be surprised.” You paused in the middle of your impromptu makeover to give him a look that said ‘Oh really?’ setting the concealer with some powder foundation. “Ok maybe you have a point, but does it actually work?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.” You said as you blended in the makeup with your middle finger and held up your compact mirror for him to see your handiwork.

“Hey, it looks like I actually got some sleep last night!” Peter surveyed the spots that were previously a dark purple and admired his newly brightened face.

“You haven’t been sleeping?” You asked as you fished out your lipstick of the day and did a few touch ups.

“Do you ever carry-I don’t know-actual school supplies in there or just makeup?” Peter asked, trying to change the subject and peering into your backpack which was actually just an oversized cosmetics bag to you.

“Considering I’m not an actual student at this godforsaken school since Uncle Tony just stationed me here to keep an eye on you because I’m actually an intern at Stark Industries-the answer would be no.” Your wet lipstick didn’t even smudge as you gave Peter your long winded answer. “There’s no point, now don’t change the subject. Why haven’t you been sleeping?”

You put your makeup away and looked Peter dead in the eye. He stared back at you, determined not to let his poor lying habits get in the way.

“I have, I was um, just joking!” Peter let out a nervous laugh and finally broke eye contact with your intimidating stare. He made to put his books away, but you slapped your hand on his notebook as he reached for it. Your hands made contact and his face hardened.

“You wanna do this right now, Parker?” You asked icily while still trying to maintain your calm disposition. Uncle Tony put you in charge of making sure his new project was okay and Peter was making it damn near impossible to do that. “Something’s up, I know there is.”

“I said I’m fine.” He snatched the book out from under you causing a loose sheet of paper to cut into the side of your finger. You pulled your hand back instinctively, but Peter just glared at you. “Tell your Uncle Tony that I don’t need a babysitter so you don’t have to pretend like you care about what’s going on.”

Peter looked at you for a brief moment with a look of remorse that quickly turned to frustration before he took his things and stormed off. You were so taken aback by what just happened that you didn’t know how to respond at first. The bell to signal lunch was over rang just as he was nearing the door and brought you out of your stupor.

“Peter!” You shouted across the library and he stopped dead in his tracks with his hand on the door, but refused to turn around to look at you. “I probably know better than anyone what’s going on with you and you’re wrong. I do care.”

There was no time to say anything more and he didn’t wait for you to keep going because a rush of students began to flood the library. You stared after him, completely gobsmacked over what just happened. Students began to fill the tables around you so you got your things and wandered into the hallway. Everyone began to fill their respective classroom and you were technically supposed to be in spanish class despite being fluent in the language since you were seven.

You waited until the halls were empty and found a disused stairwell where you were sure nobody would bother you and pulled out your phone. A photo of your Uncle Tony’s face lit up the screen while you waited for the real thing to answer your video call. After making you wait too long, he finally answered.

“Hey, Y/N, you ready to come home already?” Tony asked as he gave you a big cheesy smile to which you responded with your signature eyeroll.

“I told you, there’s more to this kid than what he’s telling you.” You furrowed your brow as you thought about what happened in the library. “There’s something wrong, I know it.”

“Yeah sure, you know we could really use you back at Stark Industries, right?” He said, completely ignoring what you said. “There really aren’t very many teenage geniuses that I trust with my life’s work out there.” Tony looked up at you through his glasses and you could see how tired he was.

“You know I miss being your favorite intern more than anything, but I can’t go, not yet. Just give me more time, please.” You practically sealed the deal with your best puppy dog pout and watched your uncle melt before your eyes. “I promise this is all worth it.”

“Jeez, kid, alright you can stay. Happy’s gonna be real upset when I tell him, but you can stay.” Happy was his last card to play even though he was just as insistent about you staying as you were.

“Happy will understand, besides he cares about Peter more than I do.” You were absolutely elated that you weren’t being pulled back to Stark Industries just yet so you had more time to figure out what was wrong with Peter.

“I know, right?” Tony rolled his eyes and made a face that you couldn’t help but laugh at. “That’s all he ever talks about these days.”

“He’s just concerned, but I have to go pretend to take a Spanish test and get a B on it so I’ll talk to you later, Uncle Tony.” You blew him a kiss through the phone and he rolled his eyes at you. “You’re my favorite uncle in the world and I love you!”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” He gave you one more playful pout before letting you go. 

Peter had avoided you for the rest of the day, which came as no surprise to you, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. Thanks to your many internships with your favorite uncle, you learned to deal with people getting too close to you by pushing them away. If you were being completely honest with yourself, then you would have admitted to having a crush on Peter Parker a long time ago. Not only that, but you actually enjoyed going to school like a normal kid instead of all those “gifted” schools your mom insisted you attend.

You almost gave up when you got to the end of the day and you had barely seen Peter aside from the classes you shared with him. He would usually be heading to practice for the decathlon, but you spotted him ducking out a side exit. If you hadn’t been paying attention, you would have missed him, but you couldn’t let him get away. You maneuvered the sea of students until you headed out the same exit and saw him hang a right.

“Peter! Hang on!” You shouted after him, but he picked up his pace from a brisk walk to a light jog. “Please, Peter, I just want to talk!”

He either didn’t hear you or heard you and didn’t care because he was now actively running away from you. You instantly broke into a dead sprint and went after him. Your uncle taught you several things and never letting someone get away was one of them.

Peter led you through what felt like all of Queens and then some. He thought he finally lost you when he bounded up the side of a building and perched himself on the roof. There was no sign of you on the street and he had webbed off the fire escape so you couldn’t climb up. With a relieved sigh, he laid back on the edge of the roof and closed his eyes, letting the setting sun bask over him.

“Did you know elevators are still thing?” You asked snidely, a smirk played on your perfectly done up face. “You actually gave me a good run for my money, no one’s ever made me break sweat like that.” Peter propped himself up on his elbows and stared at you in awe as you walked over and took a seat next to him.

“What are you doing here, Y/N?” He said, shaking off his disbelief as his face hardened. It sent a pang through your heart, but you let the emotions show instead of hiding them like always.

“Peter, I just wanted to talk.” Your attitude shifted as you sat down next to him. “I know I act like I hate it here and like I hate you, but I really don’t. I hung out with my uncle long enough to learn everything I can about Stark Industries and how to be a distant, emotionally absent person.”

“Well don’t bother, because I’m fine.” He quickly stood up and marched away from you, getting ready to leave you again.

“No, Peter, you’re not.” You relaxed your clenched fist and let out a deep breath. “You aren’t sleeping, are you? And just about everything pisses you off even though it didn’t before and that pisses you off even more. Sometimes your heart just starts pounding and you can’t breathe, but you don’t know why and you think you’ll die right then and there.” Peter’s body tensed as you spoke, but he didn’t leave you. “Tell me I’m wrong, Peter, and I’ll leave you alone for good. I’ll go back to Stark Industries and never bother you again if you just tell me I’ve got it entirely wrong.”

Peter didn’t say anything at first and you were worried that he was going to ignore you and storm off again. You braced yourself for another chase until he let out a shaky breath and hung his head low.

“I dream about it every night.” His voice was quiet, but broken and your heart nearly broke right then and there. “I’m trapped under that building and no one can hear me. I’m screaming and no one will listen!”

You flinched when he shouted the last words as he turned around to face you. His eyes were rimmed with red and his chest was heaving with each breath. He ran a shaky hand through his hair and you finally saw how much it was all eating away at him.

“Peter, you’re here now.” You said in a calming voice and cupped his face in your hands. “It’s over.”

“I keep seeing it, seeing you, Ned, Aunt May trapped under there and I can’t get to you. I can’t stop the nightmares” His breath became shallower as the images of frightened faces came back to him and you pulled him in. “Every time I close my eyes, there I am, dead and useless.” Peter was shaking as he let out a shaky sob and wrapped his arms around you.

“It’s not real, I’m okay, we’re all okay..” You said as gently as you could as he cried into the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry Peter, about everything.”

He stayed like that, with his grasp getting a little tighter around your waist as he slowly calmed down. You didn’t rush him or try to tell him something that wasn’t true. Your uncle had been through the same thing and all he wanted was someone to be there to keep him grounded, to be something he could hold onto. Without something to remind him where he was, Tony would go back to New York when he thought he was going to die a million miles away from the people he loved so you wanted to be the person he could use to bring him back. Thankfully, he had Pepper to be that person again so you wanted to be that person for Peter now.

“Thank you,” Peter croaked once he calmed down enough to talk, “for staying, I mean.”

“What are you-”

“I heard you talking to Mr. Stark back at school.” Peter pulled away far enough to look you in the eyes, red as they were from crying too. “I went lookin’ for you after I snapped because I wanted to apologise and I heard the whole thing.”

“When you say you heard the ‘whole thing’ do you mean as in, like, the whole thing?” You cringed as you replayed the conversation with your uncle in your head.

“I heard enough.” Peter’s signature smirk was back and you didn’t even realize how much you missed it. “You didn’t have to look out for me like that.”

“I saw my uncle go through the same thing for so long, I couldn’t just sit by and watch you go through it alone.” Your voice was low, but he heard you and that smirk turned into a grateful smile as a dreamy sigh escaped you. “I care about you, Peter Parker.”

“I care about you too, Y/N, and then some.” Peter closed the space between you again, only this time it was to kiss you and you let the day’s stress melt away with that kiss.

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PeterxReader

Dad!Tony

Word Count: 2,123

Request by @panickedbrain : i love you writing!! could i request a dad!tony and his daughter is with peter and they host a party when he’s out of town and finds out? (sorry if this is too specific or anything!!)

A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy! I’ve been thinking about how much I need to update all my masterlists and stuff and like I could totally do that tomorrow but will I? We’ll see! (Probably not lmfao) (mobile doesn’t have read more.)

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“Hey,” You greeted Peter, a slight bounce in your step as you stopped beside his locker.

He offered you a warm smile, glad to see you so happy on a dreary wednesday morning. “Hi baby, what’s up?”

“So, you know how this weekend is like… our last weekend of senior year before we graduate?” You asked.

“Yeah, I know,” Peter chuckled at you. “We were going to go out this weekend to celebrate, just us still right? Since next week will be literal chaos…”

“Yeah, I definitely want to do something just us, but what would you say to me throwing a party for the whole class?” You fluttered your eyes at him. He wasn’t exactly into parties, but you enjoyed going to them. You never threw any because of your dad. “This is my last chance to throw one, Peter. You know I’ve always wanted to. Dad’s going to be away for the weekend with Pepper, it’s perfect timing.”

With you giving him that look, how could he oppose? “You’re sure that’s a good idea? Especially behind your dad’s back? You know you constantly have cameras watching you at your place. Won’t that just be straight evidence?” You began to frown at him so he quickly added. “I’m not saying no, I’m just asking if you’ve thought everything through.”

“Yes, I have everything under control. Plus you’ll be there to help me if things start getting out of control. Which they won’t.”

“Okay,” He leaned forward and kissed your forehead. “Which night so I can tell May I’m staying at Ned’s?”

You giggled in excitement and wrapped your arms around his neck.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

After your nice date with Peter on friday night, you immediately began setting things in place for saturday night’s party. You’d already informed your entire class of the event and just needed to make sure there wasn’t anything anyone could get into that would be a problem and that anything breakable was securely away.

You’d programmed a D.J. Setting into F.R.I.D.A.Y. Ordered a bunch of food and drinks, it was going to be awesome.

The penthouse was perfect for large parties and while your class was only roughly 80 students, well it wouldn’t be like one of your dad’s parties.

Peter, Ned, and M.J. Came over saturday afternoon to help you make sure everything was set up. As it neared the time people would start showing up you pulled M.J. Off to get changed, you let her borrow something extra cute to wear and she even let you do her makeup.

“So,” you sang as the two of you returned to the living room where the boys were watching dumb videos.

When they looked back they had to double take at M.J.

Your friend grumbled beside you, “I feel like a clown.”

You rolled your eyes, “M you look great! Right guys?”

They both nodded.

“Yeah, wow, who knew you could look like an actual girl,” Peter quipped.

She stuck her middle finger up at him.

“I think you look beautiful,” Ned said, you could practically see his heart eyes.

“Miss Stark,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. Interrupted, “your first bout of guests has arrived. I’ve informed them where to go.

“Thanks F.R.I. Turn up the music please!” You smiled. “Well, guys, ready to party?”

“Hell yeah,” the trio chorused.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

You spent your first hour greeting your peers and playing host. Which, to Peter seemed like enough time, considering he was pretty sure the majority of your class was already there, minus a few. So, he decided it was time for you to enjoy the party too. He came up behind you, two cups in hand, and wrapped his arms around your waist.

You leaned into him and turned your head enough to smile at him. “Hi baby, having fun?”

“I’d be having more fun if you came to hang out with me for a bit,” He told you, offering you one of the cups.

You took it gratefully and sipped from it. You were never big on drinking at parties but you figured since it was actually yours and you were already home, why not. You followed your boyfriend into the party. Glad it seemed like everyone was having fun.

He got you to dance with him, which of course immediately had you smiling and enjoying yourself.

When Peter stopped suddenly you looked at him concerned. “What’s wrong?”

You turned around to see what he was looking at. Towards the elevators you were surprised to see Flash, along with a group of guys with him. Well Flash wasn’t exactly the problem. The guys were definitely not from your school. In fact they were all wearing varsity jackets and your school didn’t even have a football team.

“Uh, I think Flash extended your invitation…,” Peter said.

As the group dispersed you started towards your boyfriend’s bully. You hadn’t even wanted to invite him but since you invited the entire class you would have felt slightly bad. But now you were regretting it because you had not planned on other’s coming from a different school. Reaching Flash you smiled politely and grabbed him by the elbow, pulling him away from directing the people that had come up with him and the rest that were now coming up as well.

“Oh, hey Y/N,” Flash greeted, devious smile on his face.

“What the hell, Flash?” You snapped. “Who are all these people?”

“Them?” He asked, throwing a thumb over his shoulder. “Oh I don’t know. I posted about your party online and told some friends about it. You don’t mind, right? Your place is big enough, plus you didn’t want the party to just be the losers from school.

“Don’t put words in other’s mouths, Flash,” Peter shot, you hadn’t realized he followed you.

Flash rolled his eyes. “Screw off, Parker.”

“Hey,” You snapped. “You’re in my home, if you even think you’re going to speak to Peter like that again I’ll gladly have you escorted out. Got it?”

Flash held his hands up in defense.

“I can’t believe you just invited a bunch of random people here. If any of them break anything your ass is on the line. Do you understand?”

He rolled his eyes. “Alright, whatever, can I go now?”

You shook your head in annoyance but let him leave.

“You sure you don’t want to just kick him and all the people he brought with him out?” Peter asked hopefully.

You sighed. “I’ll give them the chance but the second any of them start anything or break something, they’re gone.”

Your boyfriend nodded and tugged you forward to kiss your head. “No problem baby, let’s go do a round to make sure everybody’s doing okay and then we can dance some more?”

You smiled and took his hand to tug him along.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

It was half past 1. You’d been bid goodbye’s by quite a number of your classmates, but for some reason it felt like the place was still full. You realized it was because the people Flash brought were loud jocks and their friends. They only continued to get louder the more they drank.

“Hey,” M.J. Greeted you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I heard some guys saying they were going to try to sneak around the place. You might want to check that out.”

You and Peter frowned at each other. However, as soon as you stood up an alarm started blaring. Everyone that was left quickly covered their ears.

“Attempted unauthorized entry,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. Announced, cutting the music immediately.

“Fuck,” You said, grabbing Peter’s hand and running with him down to the lab. On the way you told the a.i. To stop the alarm, that you’d got it. While she did listen, you had a gut wrenching feeling that your dad was now going to know that something was happening.

“Hey!” You greeted the three boys, who definitely didn’t go to your school. They were trying to punch in codes to get into the lab.

They all jumped, like they hadn’t realized the alarm was heard not just where they were.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” You shouted at them. “Out! NOW!”

Two of them began to run but one continued wait there. “Why would I listen to you?”

“Because it’s my fucking place, asshole. Now, get the hell out. There’s no reason you need to be trying to get into my dad’s lab.”

He laughed. “Yeah? So what?”

“Dude, do as she says. Get out.” Peter piped up. He didn’t like fighting in these situations. However, he wasn’t going to let this guy talk to you like that.

“Yeah? What are you going to do about it?”

“I’ll kick your ass,” You told him. It wasn’t like you weren’t trained to.

The guy laughed some more and shoved your shoulder roughly.

Peter didn’t even hesitate. He swung so hard, you heard the guys nose break.

He wailed and ran away.

Peter was immediately checking out. “Baby, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, thank you, babe.” You leaned up and kissed his cheek. With a sigh, you informed F.R.I.D.A.Y. To kick everyone out and inform you of where your dad was.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

There were 16 missed calls from your dad on your phone. 28 from Happy. And 9 from Pepper.

The last notification was a text from your dad. “We are on our way home. F.R.I.D.A.Y. Said you’re fine, but we’ll be there soon. I want details.”

You sighed and flopped down on the couch.

Peter pulled you close and you waited for your parents to get home.

The place was a mess. Drinks littered the floor and tables, there were plenty of spills, unfinished food, and overall it just looked awful.

You knew you wouldn’t have enough time to clean it all up before they got there, so you left it.

When the elevator dinged you could hear your dad and Happy arguing.

“Oh my God this place is a mess,” Pepper said.

You winced.

“Y/N,” your dad said, finding you and Peter sitting on the couch. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Care to tell me what happened here?”

You couldn’t meet his eyes. “I threw a party, someone let it slip that there was a party. Kids from another school showed up and three of them tried to get into the lab. Don’t worry, they didn’t. But I was going to have the place cleaned up like nothing happened but those jerks had to try to get into the lab. I’m sorry dad, I will clean up I promise. I just didn’t want to look like I was hiding it. I know what I did was wrong.”

“You’re damn right it was wro-“ Happy started to scold you but your dad threw a hand up to stop him.

That was when he started to laugh.

You and Peter exchanged a look.

“I can’t believe it took you this long to throw a house party while I wasn’t here,” Tony said between his laughs. He sat on the coffee table in front of you.

“W-what?” You asked.

“I’m not mad, sunshine. I was just worried about you. F.RI.D.A.Y. Is good at giving updates but I needed to be sure someone did hack her and was just feeding me false information. However, you will be cleaning this mess up, but I’m proud of you. I’m glad you took the chance to throw a party for yourself and your friends before graduation.”

“As sweet as that is,” Pepper added. “If you ever do this again, can you please tell these kids to not put food on our $15,000 couches?”

“Are we just going to act like this wasn’t a total breach in security?” Happy scolded your dad.

“Happy, come on. You know how much worse I was as a teen?” Tony asked, a slight smirk on his face.

Happy frowned. “No. And I don’t want to. I am going home. Good night.” Happy left, defeated.

“You really aren’t mad?” You asked.

Tony shook his head. “Did you have fun?”

You gave a small nod, “Well, until Peter had to punch that guy.”

Tony pat Peter on the shoulder. “Good, kid. Thanks.”

“Dad!”

Peter rubbed the back of his neck. “You know I’d always protect her.”

Tony nodded. “Exactly why I trust that the two of you would be fine throwing a party. You’re not sneaky by the way. I totally knew you were doing this before we even left.”

You pouted. “That’s not fair.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, you’re just too obvious.”

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Peter ParkerxReader

Dad!Bucky

Word Count: 2,116

Request by anon: hi could you maybe write something where the reader is bucky’s daughter + dating peter and peter says/does something really stupid that makes her cry and bucky’s ready to kick some ass?

A/N: Sorry it took so so so long. I haven’t been able to catch time to sit down and bang this out. Anyway, here’s something a little different than I’ve done before. I never thought of dad Bucky to reader tbh. Enjoy.

Also ignore the excessive spacing because I DO NOT KNOW WHY IT LOOKS LIKE THIS and I ain’t fixing it.

When you and Peter started dating, it was a dream come true. As the years progressed, things started getting exceedingly more difficult. You’d been together for 4 years (longer if you considered the snap). High school had passed now and you were two years into college.

Between classes, Peter being the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man to New York, and you dealing with top secret missions with the team, well, things weren’t exactly getting any easier.

Plus the fact that your dad, James Buchanan Barnes, did not like Peter did not help either.

But even with all the bad, the two of you still tried to have a date a week.

Except you were currently going on your fourth week in a row that Peter’s blown your date off. Normally, you’d understand but this time felt different. You’d waited an hour at the restaurant in the city you’d picked. Always giving leeway, you waited. When an hour hit you called him. It rang once before going to voicemail.

Which was strange to you. It meant he either had his phone in hand and rejected the call, or he was in his suit and he didn’t have his a.i. tell you he was unavailable. Either way, it meant that he rejected your call.

You wouldn’t have minded so much if he’d just let you know somehow what was happening. But as you called again and again, the same thing happened. The phone would ring and you’d be sent to voicemail. Sometimes it rang longer or shorter, but the end result was voicemail. You even texted him, but still nothing came back.

It hurt, and you tried to understand something was going on but something in the back of your mind was causing you doubt.

You ordered dinner for yourself and went back to the tower. You checked to see if Peter was there, but you didn’t find him. So, you went and changed before going to bed. Hoping your boyfriend was alright.

The next morning you were eating breakfast alone, when a fairly happy Peter walked in. His face fell upon seeing you.

You looked away from him, deciding to give him the cold shoulder ass he did you the night before.

“H-Hey Y/N,” he greeted, rubbing the back of his neck.

You continued ignoring him, you didn’t want to start yelling and lose your cool so quickly.

“Come on, don’t give me the cold shoulder, I can explain…” he went over and sat across from you.

You looked at him again, letting the hurt show. “No answers, no calls, no texts… nothing Peter. So, please tell me what I did to deserve to be stood up for a fourth week in a row and without even receiving an excuse this time!” So much for not flipping your lid, you thought to yourself.

He looked like a kicked puppy but you felt like he was stomping on your heart.

“I’m sorry I didn’t answer… or get back to you… something came up and I forgot and I didn’t answer because I didn’t have time to talk… if I remembered it was supposed to be date night I wouldn’t have ignored you.”

“Only if you remembered it was date night?” You countered. “So it’s alright to ignore me any other time is it?!”

He winced. “I didn’t mean it like that…”

“But that’s what you just said. So please, tell me what was so important that you couldn’t even just send me a quick text, hm?”

As he sat there, your lashing out made him realize that no, he didn’t have a good excuse.

You rolled your eyes at his silence. Shaking your head you stood. “What the fuck are we even doing if you can’t even tell me we have to change a date again? If you didn’t want to be with me I'd rather you have said it than stand me up and let me sit in a place for over an hour alone.” The tears slid down your cheeks before you could stop them.

He called after you as you rushed off. When he didn’t follow after you, you just assumed that what you said was true. That he didn’t want to be dating you anymore. It hurt terribly so and had you sobbing on your way back to your room.

Peter’s eyes and chest were filled with panic, his spider sense was raging in the back of his skull. He’d gotten up to go after you, but was stopped short as Bucky round the corner from the hall you hadn’t just gone down.

His glare was hard. Peter had been on the end of his glare plenty, your father hated him, but this glare was murderous. And Peter knew, if Bucky wanted to end his life he would without a care in the world. He’d hide his body and no one would ever find him. Super villains be damned, none of his foes were as killer as your dad was.

Bucky waited until he heard your door shut. The sounds of your sobs as you ran down the hall broke his heart and urged his rage on.

“M-Mr. Barnes…,” Peter started, backing up slowly, ready to run if he needed to.

“Parker,” Bucky ground out, taking a step towards your boyfriend.

“P-please just… let me explain before you attack…”

“Seems to me like you didn’t want to explain to Y/N, so why should I give you a chance to make up some lie that you’ll beg me to believe? Why shouldn’t I strangle the life out of you this very second for making my little girl cry and feel like she’s worth nothing to you, hm?” He stalked closer. “Because I am this close,” he pinched his fingers of his non-flesh arm together in front of Peter’s face. “To knocking your jaw off your face.”

“I-I know I don’t deserve it b-but I lied to her… b-because if-if I told her the truth I’d really ruin everything…”

“Do you think that matters to me? You made Y/N cry. Truth or lies… Ha, like I care. Seems your truth would have screwed everything up either way, so why should I even give you a chance?”

Peter’s panic rose to it’s breaking point as Bucky had gotten even closer to him and in his face. He looked away from the man, wincing. “I-I was gonna propose.” His words came out quickly.

Bucky was almost sure he didn’t hear him correctly, “What?”

Seeing a chance with the surprise he laid on your father he continued. “I was gonna ask Y/N to marry me but I was panicking, which made me late, but then Rhino was causing trouble not far from the restaurant and so I went and well while I was dealing with him I lost the ring and kept sending Y/N to voicemail because I knew if I answered she’d know something was majorly wrong and-and I just couldn’t deal with having to handle her being super disappointed with me for missing another date when I was literally scouring 3 blocks of the city to find the ring. And I couldn’t tell her all that because I didn’t want to ruin something that was supposed to be more than just a date I-I couldn’t, but I-I didn’t think she’d think it was because I don’t want to be with her, so please, let me go talk to her at the least before you strangle me to death or whatever torture you want to put me through because I need her to know how sorry I am.”

Bucky barely caught more than 10 words of what Peter said. He was going to propose to you. He wanted to marry his little girl and he hadn’t even asked him. Of course, Bucky knew why, he’d just say no because of how much he hated Peter. But he could at least have the decency to have tried before doing it.

The moment was tense and quiet. Neither man wanting to break the silence.

But Bucky finally did. He grabbed the front of Peter’s shirt. “As much as I hate you… Go fix this, because I won’t be responsible for taking her happiness away if you’re what makes her happy.” He released Peter. “But I swear to God. Make her cry ever again and we’ll be having a much different conversation.”

Peter took the chance. “Thank you!” He ran off towards your room and knocked on your door.

You’d been curled up in your bed crying. When you heard the knocking at your door you wondered why he was coming now, so after the fact.

“Y/N please answer! I’m sorry I didn’t come after you right away! Your dad cornered me! Please just let me explain everything!”

You got up and opened the door. You wiped at the tears on your face. “Just go Peter, we don’t need to talk about any of this… If we’re done, we’re done…”

“We are not done, He answered quickly. “I never want us to be done. I love you. I love you with everything I’ve got and I’m sorry for everything. I never meant for my lie to make it seem like I don’t love you. I… I’m gonna tell you the truth because nothing can be worse than you thinking we are somehow breaking up… or that I don’t want to be with you… It killed me last night to blow you off… I was freaking out and running late because of it and I ran into Rhino and I-I lost something really important that I needed and I couldn’t answer you because I knew you’d know something was wrong and you know I don’t have a filter when I’m freaking out about something and I didn’t want to spill what I was doing because I didn’t want to ruin anything…” He took a breath as he watched your face for any kind of reaction. He rubbed the back of his neck.

You look was rather unforgiving. You didn’t want anymore lies from him. Nor did you care about his truth now. He’d hurt you either way. Even just for making you believe that’s what he wanted when he didn’t follow you.

“I would have gotten here sooner to explain,” he rambled on as if he was reading your mind. “But your dad started threatening me in the kitchen and I couldn’t get away until I explained it all to him. Doesn’t it mean something that he let me come find you to explain? You know he’s been waiting for a chance like this…”

You rolled your eyes. “How do I know you’re notl lying to me right now?”

“You can’t,” he said truthfully. “But you can talk to your dad later. Right now I need to know we’re okay. I need you to know how much I love you.” He took a step closer to you.

You took a step back.

“Y/N,” He said quietly. “I will get down on my knees and beg if I have to.”

“Do it then.” You weren’t sure why you said it, but you wanted him to work for your forgiveness.

He didn’t even hesitate, which surprised you slightly. You knew he had to be serious, so you asked the question nagging you.

“What happened that you didn’t want to answer me?”

His nerves began to get to him, but he still managed to dig in his pockets. “I lost something that I needed and I didn’t want to ruin the surprise I had but I needed what I lost so I had to search 3 streets to find it. And I lied this morning because I still didn’t want to ruin it. But no chance do I want to break-up. I love you. And if… if you can forgive me…” He switched to be on one knee instead of two. The ring in his palm to be between his fingers. “If you can forgive me, would you marry me?”

Your eyes widened and it felt like your heart stopped. Tears sprung back into your eyes.

He was looking at you with such a worried look, he didn’t want to lose you.

You could feel it. You sunk to your own knees and hugged him tightly.

His arms wound around you, like he’d lose you if he didn’t hold on tight enough. “I love you, so much.”

“I love you too, Peter,” you said. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

“Man,” Your father’s voice said from down the hall. “I was really hoping you’d say no! Are you sure I can’t change your mind?”

You and Peter both chuckled softly.

Peter ParkerxReader

Brother!Thor, Brother!Loki, Dad!Tony to Peter

Word Count: 1,869

Request from Anon: Peter x reader fic where the reader is Thor's and Loki's sister and both of them acting quite different about her relationship with peter. If you could bring in some Peter x dad!Tony, that would be great too.

A/N: Hey! Sorry it took a bit! Been busy. Uh this is probably a bit out of character for Thor and Loki, I’ve never really written with them before so I did what I could. This was really different for me and was a nice challenge. Thank you anon I hope you like it at least a little bit!

Peter ParkerxReader

Dad!Tony

Word Count: 2,470

Summary: You were both so different now, but you just didn’t want to be alone anymore.

A/N: Endgame spoilers, mentions of sex and attempted suicide.

Peter ParkerxReader

Dad!Tony

Word Count: 1,573

Request from Anon: Omg could you write something where May is practically begging Peter to ask Stark!reader to prom or homecoming (because she’s homeschooled and doesn’t get those opportunities) but he’s a hundred percent sure she hates him but it’s the complete opposite?

A/N: Hey sorry if this isn’t great, I’m really trying to start writing again and it’s difficult with how busy I am now.

Peter ParkerxReader

NOT Dad!Tony

Word Count: 1,603

Summary: Your friend sets you up with her friend, but what happens when you start to like this handsome guy that delivers to your job?

A/N: I feel like I haven’t posted in 800 years. This isn’t great but I just needed to write SOMETHING.

The look on your face should have told your best friend that you were done with her pestering. Once again she was mentioning some guy she wanted to set you up with.

“Come on, he’s a great guy,” MJ stated to you once again.

“Mary Jane,” you started. “I’m not going on a blind date, with anyone. It’s not my thing. I’d rather meet someone on my own and make a connection. Not feel obligated to like the person because you set us up. This is the last time I want to hear anything about this. I’m sick of it!”

She sighed, “Will you talk to him at least? Just text. You never know you might like him. I think you will at least. Plus then if you don’t like him you don’t have to worry about hurting his feelings to his face.” She reached over and grabbed your phone. Immediately she texted her friend.

You reached out for your phone but she kept it out of reach, and being in a cafe you knew better than to leap over the table at her. When she handed it back the message was sent.

‘Hey Peter, it’s MJ. This is my friend Y/Ns number she’d really like to get to know you so don’t screw this up!’

You groaned. “Dammit M, what the hell!”

“You won’t regret talking to him, I promise.”

Shaking your head you set your phone down. “Fine.” You didn’t tell her you were interested in someone, it would just end in too many questions that you didn’t even have the answers to.

It was a few hours later when you finally heard back from him. It was a simple ‘Hi Y/N’

‘Hey’ you responded. Then followed up with ‘sorry about MJ. You don’t have to talk to me’

Peter frowned to himself. He really did want to. MJ really knew how to talk you up. You sounded really sweet and cool. Even if you two just ended up as friends. ‘If you want me to leave you alone I will, but I wouldn’t mind getting to know you. It’s not like we have take it any further than that if you don’t want to.’

You debated his words. He had a good point. ‘Alright, I can manage that.’

And that was how it started. You became fast friends, only after about a month you wanted to meet and he always managed to get out of it somehow. It was rather a turn off.

Peter didn’t exactly want to miss the few times you tried to meet up with him. He was just busy. It wasn’t easy neglecting people that needed his help. It also wasn’t easy when he had packages to deliver to pay his bills.

You were really developing a crush on the delivery guy that came to your work. He was perfect. Curly brown hair and brown eyes. A nice build and he was always so sweet to you.

And God, since that first day he came in and left with a wink at you, you were hooked.

As much as Peter liked you, and while he wasn’t much of a flirt, there was a beautiful young lady that worked at one of the places he delivers to. When she bat her eyelashes at him he couldn’t stop himself from winking at her as he left.

That was the routine. You’d small chat with the man every time he was in. He flirted with you in subtle ways.

Only every time he left you thought of Peter. Frankly, you did find yourself liking him, a lot. He was sweet and really seemed to care about you. If only he’d meet you. You want to know if things would work between you if you were more than friends.

But getting ditched all the time was not something you wanted to happen. And if he was like that now, what was to say it wouldn’t be that way if you did start to date?

So that morning you texted him ‘Lets meet up friday night, please?’

Peter responded a few hours later, right before his delivery to your work. ‘Yeah, I’d like that.’ He really would, but only because he had a feeling in his gut that you might actually like him and if that was true he wanted to break things to you easily. You might be perfect, but suddenly this new woman he’d met, well she was wonderful. And it wasn’t a set up like how it was with you because of MJ.

‘Friday night at 7? We can get dinner.’

‘Sounds good’ he put his phone away before walking into your job.

You smiled warmly at him. “Hey,” you greeted.

“Hey,” he said setting a package down on the counter. “Listen, are you free this weekend at all? I’d really like to take you out. If that’s okay I mean…”

Your face flushed but you nodded. “Yeah, not friday night but saturday for sure.”

Peter smiled wide, he offered his hand to you. “Peter,” he introduced, you’d been referring to him by his last name since that was what was printed on his shirt.

“Y/N,” you replied, a thought of how strange that was popped into your head but you knew there were plenty of people in the world with the name Peter so it was probably just a coincidence. And since it couldn’t be that he was really the other, at least if things didn’t work between you and MJ’s Peter, you would get to go out with this Peter, and at least you knew he liked you too.

The thought also swept through Peter’s head, but it couldn’t be right. He pushed it aside, but he if it turned out you were MJ’s Y/N, well then it turned out to be a win win.

The two of you made plans before he left.

You weren’t exactly sure how you were hoping things would turn out, but you hoped they would end up for the better.

When friday night finally rolled around you were nervous. You texted Peter, it’d been an entire day since you’d heard from him. Frankly, you were surprised he even answered you when he did.

‘Hey! Sorry I’ve been awol. Work’s been really busy and I’ve been running around too. I will be there in 10 minutes!’

You sighed to yourself, you were hoping he wouldn’t stand you up, again. You weren’t going to be that girl that got ditched at her table at a restaurant when you could have just said no and maybe been out with your delivery guy Peter right now.

Peter dropped down behind the restaurant and quickly changed out of his suit into some nicer jeans and a collared shirt. He shoved his suit in his bag and webbed it to a wall. He jogged up to the front of the small restaurant and went in. He realized he didn’t know who he was looking for so he gave your name to the hostess and she brought him off into the place. The second he spotted you he almost laughed to himself. He couldn’t really believe it.

You were too busy texting M.J. that you hadn’t noticed he was there until he sat down. When you glanced up you were surprised and a little embarrassed. “Oh my God.”

“We must really meant to be together if we managed to get set up two different ways,” Peter joked.

“I can’t believe this. This isn’t some joke right? Like you didn’t know it was me did you?” You asked. “Because I had no idea it was you and I feel a little shitty right now, for kind of being interested in someone that I didn’t know was you, if I’m being honest.”

Peter thought your words over. “Well I didn’t know you were the same you. I can’t say I didn’t have interest in either of you,” he put in air quotes. “But I’m kind of relieved you’re the same person because your personality is incredible, you’re funny and sweet and you are the most beautiful person I have ever met.”

You blushed deeply, “are you just trying to butter me up because we both kind of screwed up?”

He offered a small smile at you. “No, I’m saying it because it’s true and I hope that this little screw up we had can be looked at as a good thing. To me it just says it was meant to be. I’d really like to date you.”

“I guess you’re kind of right,” you agreed. “You sure about that? You don’t have any other prospective girls waiting to go on a date with you, do you?”

He chuckled. “Apparently I like you so much I liked you twice.”

You smiled gently and let out a soft chuckle. “Same goes for me… but one thing, if we’re gonna do this can you just promise not to make plans with me if you aren’t going to follow through? It’s kind of hard trusting someone when your first few dates you were ditched.”

Peter rubbed the back of his neck. “I am really sorry about that. I can’t really promise that I won’t screw up but I want you to know I’m going to work my ass off to make sure I don’t hurt you. Because I want this to work.”

“Good, so do I,” you said, reaching across the table and intertwining your fingers with his.

He smiled and gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

20 years later you still laughed about how you got together.

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