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He arrived at the Stark’s not long after. To his surprise his friends were already there, working with Pepper on the details of their upcoming event. He joined them, forgetting about what happened with his aunt.

“Peter, dear,” Pepper started. “Would you please go ask Tony if he even wants to invite the Roger’s to this?”

Peter nodded and got up. He journeyed down to the lab.

The rock music playing was loud and Tony was off in a corner staring at something, Peter wasn’t sure.

“Hey Mr. Stark,” he called over the music.

Tony jumped slightly and turned towards Peter. “JARVIS,” was all he had to say and the music was turning down. He ran a hand through his hair. “What’s up, Pete?”

“Mrs. Stark wants to know if you want the Roger’s coming to the fundraiser?”

Tony’s nose scrunched. “God no.”

Peter nodded and was about to go back upstairs but now he could see what Tony had been staring at. “Is that a custom build yourself computer?”

Tony looked back at the machine again. “Yeah… was just about to toss it. It’s been collecting dust since Connor was 8… only kept it in case he decided he wanted to actually work on it.”

Peter frowned and stepped closer to the older man. “Um, mind if I ask why he didn’t?”

A shrug was the response Tony gave. “He opened it and left it. Never had any interest in things I did. Wanted nothing to do with the business or inventing. Couldn’t even build his own computer.”

“If you’re just going to get rid of it… do um… do you think I could maybe…”

Tony arched a brow at him. “You know how to?”

Peter nodded, “I always wanted one, but the extent I’ve gotten was old stuff from the garbage…”

“Have at it,” Tony said, patting Peter’s shoulder. “Want some help?”

“Sure!” Peter said excitedly, never in his wildest imagination did he ever think he’d get to work with Mr. Stark on something like this.

Hours went by, Tony helping Peter along the way. It was fun for both of them.

The difficulty was the best part, Peter loved it. “Connor was lucky to have a dad like you,” he hadn’t meant to say it aloud, but he did and he immediately felt bad seeing Mr. Stark’s demeanor change.

He shrugged. “I think he’d beg to differ.”

“I dunno,” Peter said. “At least you were here for him if he needed you… it’s not the same when your parents died when you were little and you had to go live with your aunt and uncle. Don’t get me wrong, I loved them for doing that… but now it’s just me and my aunt and… she doesn’t always get it, ya know?”

Tony nodded slowly. “You’re a good kid, Peter.”

He shrugged. “And you’re a great dad.”

Tony pat Peter’s shoulder. “We can pick up tomorrow.” He left Peter without another word.

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“No way, May! I can’t. It’s not happening.” Peter’s voice was higher than normal, clearly upset with what his aunt was suggesting.

“Please Peter, I’m sure she would love it. You know she’s not getting the same experiences as you.” May argued, she’d win this if it killed her.

“So?” Peter asked, “That’s not my fault, it’s Mr. Stark’s! I shouldn’t have to take someone that obviously hates me to my senior prom.”

May tisked, “She does not. You’re being dramatic.”

“No I’m not! Besides, she probably wouldn’t even say yes to me asking her! I’m not going to embarrass myself.”

“Peter Benjamin Parker,” May reached across their kitchen table and placed her hand on his arm. “We all know you have feelings for her. Just give it a shot, please? I missed my senior prom and regret it terribly. I don’t want Y/N to miss her chance too.”

Peter hated when his aunt pulled his full name. Hated even more when she guilted him, he couldn’t say no now. He sighed heavily. “Alright… but if she says no it’s not my fault and know I’m never going to be able to show my face at the tower ever again.”

May smiled excitedly, “Thank you.”

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“So your aunt tells me you’re asking Y/N to go to prom with you,” Tony said, just as Peter entered the lab.

Peter groaned, “Aunt May told you?”

“Yes she told me. I’m the one who suggested it.”

He could only stare at Tony in shock. “What?”

“I went to 23 prom’s Peter, they were a blast. I’m not gonna let my kid miss out on something like that just because I have her home schooled. Plus everyone knows you like her take the chance kid.”

“I can’t believe you’re the one that set me up for this humiliation.”

Tony shrugged, “i think you’d be surprised. Now go get it over with.”

“N-now?” Peter asked, a wave of nerves washed over his gut, he was not ready to face you in the slightest.

“Why not? You’re prom’s only two weeks away.”

“Uh- well- I-“

“What are you stuttering over this time spider?” You had just entered the lab and Peter was fumbling over his words. You loved hearing him nervous, it was adorable, not that you’d ever tell him that. He thought you hated him, which definitely made him not like you. But really you just got nervous and didn’t know how to flirt so you ended up being mean.

Peter sighed, then turned to face you.

“I have to go take a phone call in private,” your dad informed, heading out past you.

“I thought you had to talk to me about something!” You called to his back, exasperated with him.

He ignored you.

Rolling your eyes you turned to leave Peter, figuring he probably wouldn’t want you around anyway.

“Hey, wait,” Peter started quickly. He knew this was a set up. He’d be mad at Tony later, right now he knew he had to get this over with.

You stopped, something about the situation you were in seemed suspicious and made your stomach knot. Turning back to look at him you cocked your head. “Yeah?”

“Okay, I feel real stupid for asking but I don’t really have a choice in the matter and I’m sure you’ll say no anyway but would you wanna go with me to my prom?” He said it so quickly all you really heard was him asking you to prom.

You were stunned, but also excited. “Yeah of course I will.”

“Okay that’s totally alrig- wait did you just say yes?” Peter thought you were going to say no, so much so he almost didn’t pay attention to your real answer. So when you confirmed that you would he was real surprised.

“You were really ready for me to say no there,” you pointed out, the feeling that maybe he didn’t want you there to begin with floated through your mind.

“Well I wasn’t sure you’d want to go to a dance, where you don’t know anybody, just to go.” He rubbed the back of his neck, keeping the thought of you hating him hidden.

“You’ll be there,” you said simply. You could have argued with him, ask him if he even wanted you to go. Tell him he better not just have asked to take Tony Stark’s daughter to his prom to show off. Or maybe that your dad put him up to it. But instead you turned and left him there in the lab. Immediately going to your room to act like the giddy teenager that just got asked to prom by the guy you like, like you were.

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When the day finally came Peter was nervous and dreading it. He was hoping to have fun tonight, but now he was going to be worrying about not pissing you off and not being embarrassed by jerks at school. He definitely didn’t think he was going to have fun. You were probably going to be mean to him. What reason did you have not to be. He was just your way in. You’d probably end up with someone else for all he knew!

But, when he arrived to pick you up he pushed everything aside. He couldn’t help but focus on how beautiful you looked. Your dress fit you in all the right places. Your hair was perfect and so was your makeup.

Seeing the look on his face made you blush. You went over to him and punched his arm. “Stop staring. Is that for me?”

“S-sorry,” he apologized quickly, his eyes darting away. He held out a corsage to you.

“Yeah,” he answered simply.

“Alright you two,” Tony said entering the living room. “I promised May I would take some pictures of you two. So get together and smile you’re gonna have a great night.”

The two of you did as Tony said, wide smiles spread across both your faces just after you put the flower on your wrist and his corsage on his jacket.

You grabbed Peter’s wrist, “Bye dad!” You called from the elevator. You were ready to get to this dance. While you were nervous about tonight not being good, you were very excited to go to a prom.

The ride down was quiet, the limo that your dad had rented for the two of you was awkwardly quiet, and you thought Peter was just going to act like you weren’t there all night. So, you stopped him before getting out of the car.

“Peter,” He finally looked at you, and he could tell you were nervous, you could see it on his face. “Look, I know I’m hard to get along with but… if you don’t want me here I’m not going to bother embarrassing myself by going in there and being ditched…”

He frowned at you, the concern in your eyes making him feel awful about not even letting you take a chance to be nice. “I’d never ditch you, Y/N. And I never said I didn’t want you here.”

“Well face it Peter, you were ready for me to say no, you mentioned not having a choice which says to me that you were forced to ask me whether by my dad or your aunt I guess it doesn’t really matter. You obviously don’t want me to be here with you, so why don’t you go have a great time and the driver and I will come back to pick you up later. How’s that sound?” You couldn’t even look at him as you spoke. You weren’t sure why it was suddenly spilling from your lips. It hurt though.

Peter stared at you. He really felt bad now. He took a deep breath. “Listen, you’re going in there with me. I’m sorry I’ve made you feel that way but you hate me, who's to say you won’t be the one ditching me tonight? Yeah, I asked because my aunt made me ask you. And you know, I probably wouldn’t be mean back to you if you weren’t mean to me first. It’s hard to like someone that’s mean to you all the time. But here I like you anyway and I asked you even though I thought you’d say no. And now I just don’t get you at all. Even more than before.” He huffed and put his head back against the seat.

“I like you too,” you said it, your voice so shy he almost didn’t believe you were the one saying it.

His head snapped to look at you.

You glanced at him wearily. “I’m sorry I’m mean… I don’t try to be… I just can’t help it okay? I don’t exactly have any experience with liking someone. It scares me. And I don’t exactly have a perfect role model for relationships. I just end up being mean and I’m sorry. I don’t mean to. I like you a lot and it made me so happy that you asked me to come with you tonight.”

Peter sighed then offered you his hand. “I’m beyond willing to try this if you promise you’ll work on not being so mean all the time.”

You slid your hand into his, “I promise.”

He smiled, kissed your hand, and the two of you finally got out of the car.

It was an amazing night, you couldn’t have asked for a better one.

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You were surprised when you heard someone knocking on your door, but when you opened it your were surprised to see the slightly panicked look on Peter’s face. You frowned at him, hoping he wasn’t coming to tell you he couldn’t do it. “Hey, Peter, everything okay?” You asked.

He hadn’t even thought about it when you asked him, he was too hung up on his own problems. He didn’t think about something that could potentially be a problem for him. “I have a problem,” he stated, rubbing the back of his neck.

You were frowning at him now. “Please don’t tell me you can’t go…”

“What?” He asked, casting a confused look at you. “No, I um… I just don’t have anything nice to wear to a wedding… I’ve never been to one and I definitely haven’t been to anything nice enough that a button up shirt and a pair of old black pants couldn’t get me through…”

You sighed in relief. “Oh thank God. I thought I was screwed for a second there.”

He was still frowning, and he felt bad for having to break this to you. “I-I mean… you still kind of are… I don’t have the money to be able to get something like that right now…”

You frowned at him, having the passing thought as to why he was going to a place like MIT if he couldn’t afford a proper suit. Then you remembered he was on full scholarship. You reached behind your door for your purse and keys. “I’m not letting this small fixable problem take down my plans. Let’s go, the mall should still be open.”

“W-what?” He asked, stepping back as you exited your apartment.

You turned to look at him. “We’re going to go get you a tux silly.”

“Y/N, no I-I can’t let you do that,” he said, following after you as you started down the stairs.

“It’s really the least I can do,” You told him.

“At least let me pay you back over time or something.” He suggested, he did not want you to be paying for things for him.

You shrugged. “Maybe,” you teased, getting into your car.

Peter sighed, giving in. He knew arguing with you about it probably wouldn’t end up well.

So, the two of you journeyed to the mall and went into the nicer department store. You found someone that could help you and they took Peter off to try some things on.

You were so surprised when he came out of the dressing room. You always thought Peter was cute, but man did his jeans, sweaters and hoodies not do him justice. You were honestly a little bit shell shocked.

“Is it okay?” He finally asked, he wasn’t sure since he’d never had to wear one before. He knew nothing about the etiquette of wearing a tux.

The tux fit him perfectly and you were glad you wouldn’t have to get rush alterations on it. You nodded. “You clean up well, Parker.”

He rubbed at the back of his neck. “Thanks,” he said, turning back to go get out of it, really just trying to hide his blush. He also didn’t want to accidentally ruin it.

When he returned you next went to find him shoes, then a bow tie that would match your favorite color dress. Finally, when you were done shopping you went to pay for it. You had hoped the cashier wouldn’t say the words, but the second she said, “Are you renting the tux or purchasing?”

“I’ll be buying it, thank you,” You answered.

“Wait, why don’t you just rent it?” He asked.

“Because, you’ll use it again and it’s my money. I’m not letting you pay me back for it either. Every guy needs to have one, it’s a pretty essential part of a wardrobe.” You told him, handing the woman your card.

You signed the receipt when you were handed it then handed Peter the dressing bag. You took the other one with his shoes.

Peter felt like he was going to be sick. He caught sight of the amount as the woman put the receipt in the bag. He was going to be paying you back for the next 4 years with how expensive it was. “Y/N, seriously,” he started on you as you made your way out of the store.

“Peter, really it’s the least I could do. Just, accept okay?” You asked, you didn’t want him to be upset about this, you really didn’t mind. You enjoyed doing things like this for people.

He didn’t answer, nor stop frowning the entire way back to your building.

When you made it back you put the car in park and looked at him. “Please don’t be upset about this all weekend, it’s going to be long enough and I don’t know what I’ll do if you’re upset the whole time…”

Peter sighed. “Sorry, I just… I feel bad…”

“You’re doing me a giant favor Peter, if anything I’ll never be able to repay you, as far as I see it buying that tux is part of this deal. Even though I would have done it anyway had I known you didn’t have one, besides the point though. I’m asking you to go to this with me. Of course I should pay for something you need in order to do it. Please… if it bothers you that much I’ll take it and donate it after the wedding’s over. But I want you to have it.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Are you sure it’s okay?”

You smiled, and took his hand. “I’m positive,” you said, giving his hand a small squeeze.

“Alright,” he said, giving in. He wasn’t going to think about it anymore. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin your weekend.

You squeezed his hand again before getting out of the car. He followed after you and thanked you once again before going into his apartment. He couldn’t get the thought of how much he liked your hand in his out of his head.