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You were nervous.

No. Strike that. You were about to have a total Stark meltdown. The worst part? The ceremony hadn’t even started yet!

“Y/N!” Your boyfriend practically shouted, trying to get your attention.

You shook your head with a start and looked over at him.

He let out a small chuckle. “I called your name like 12 times.”

“Sorry,” you said, sheepishly. “I-I’m just really nervous…”

“You’re gonna do great,” he assured, slipping his hand into yours. “I’ll be right up there with you. You’re gonna do amazing.”

You let out a long whine, “Peter I don’t want to-”

He tugged you a bit closer and pressed his forehead to yours. “Baby, you worked so hard to get to the top. You deserve this. Show off a little.”

“You know everyone already thinks I do,” you said it so quietly, it was true. You were weird, you were a genius and everybody knew that. Everybody thought you didn’t belong there because you really could have already been out of high school. Yet, you just had to stay back like you were trying to look smarter than everyone else there.

“Hey stop that,” Peter said, knowing exactly where your train of thought was going.

The bubble the two of you created was popped as voices, teachers, started to tell students to get moving.

You and Peter were the first two in line, being Valedictorian and Salutatorian after all. You didn’t even want to chance a look behind you.

Peter kissed your forehead and the procession started.

You were shaking in your seat as it neared time for your speech. You wished your boyfriends speech was longer, but of course, he wasn’t really one for public speaking either. Not even the Spider-Man mask ever helped him with that.

“And now,” Peter stated, casting a glance over his shoulder. “I’d like to introduce someone very special to me. My amazing girlfriend and this year’s brilliant Valedictorian, Miss Y/N Stark!”

Your stomach flipped and you didn’t move as Peter turned around and headed back towards you. You shook your head at him.

Peter chuckled. “Come on, baby you gotta. Your dad is crazy excited to hear your speech.”

“C-can’t… I can’t…”

Peter tugged you up from your seat and guided you to the podium. “Don’t make me embarrass us to get you started.” He kissed your cheek and went back to sit down.

You glanced out at the crowd; classmates, teachers, and family members all watched as their applause came to a close. You shot a look back at Peter and he smiled reassuringly at you. You looked down at the cards that were crumpled in your hand. “H-Hi everyone,” You greeted.

You took a deep breath. “Thank you all for being with us today. Your ongoing support gave all of us the drive to get here. Thank you faculty and staff for putting up with the classes antics. For keeping all of us on the right track. Thank you to the heroes that protect us all. Without you guys who is to say any of us would even be here.”

There was a short chuckle from the crowd, yeah, without your dad half the universe wouldn’t exist.

“This isn’t the same exact group of students I started my high school career with, but you all are who I get to end it with. Thank you for making classes enjoyable. We all have so much ahead of us. Whether it’s college or straight to jobs. Maybe it’s even being the next big superhero.” You chuckled, knowing Peter tensed behind you. “I’m kidding, but who knows, our lives are ahead of us. I for one know that without coming here my experiences wouldn’t have been the same and I’m thankful for all of them. Lastly, I want to give special thanks to my dad.”

You finally looked out, spotting him right away, the rest of the team members, your step-mom Pepper, little sister, Happy and May all there with him. “Dad, thank you for risking everything to bring everyone back. Thank you for giving me the best education. Thank you for everything you do to better the world for us. Thank you for making sure my classmates are able to find their own ways and not need any financial support with the generous gift you gave of funding all of them. Especially for letting me be like you. Thank you for long nights in the lab and teaching me. Thank you for being my inspiration in everything I work for and just thank you for always going along with crazy ideas I had. You are everything I aspire to be and if I could be half as amazing as you are, I think I’ll be alright. To my classmates, thank you for showing me that I don’t care about negative opinions, because when you have the greatest support system the negative opinions of others are easy to brush off. You all might think I’m weird for being like my dad, but I wouldn’t change myself if I ever got the chance, because who wouldn’t want to be like their heroes?”

You returned to your seat, Peter leaned over and kissed your cheek.

“That was incredible,” He whispered to you over the thunderous applause of the crowd.

When the ceremony was over you found your large family and with them your dad crying. You hugged him and his arms wound tightly around you.

“Thank you,” He whispered.

“I love you, dad.”

“I love you, too, sunshine.”

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You sat down in front of Jameson at the Daily Bugle. You had been his freelance photographer for a few months now. It was a fun part time job, you loved your camera and you loved being in bad places at good times. Well not good times, but good for you because they were your opportunity.

Luckily enough J loved you. You were practically one of his prized possessions. You were the best photographer in the city, that’s what he always said. You weren’t afraid to take risks to get the best shots possible.

You were his number one. Until one day there was suddenly a new guy at the Bugle. He was sitting at Betty’s desk when you left J’s office. He was cute, he was really cute. Up until you noticed the camera around his neck. You were not going to have someone moving in on your turf.

You went to your not official desk, just to wait things out. There was no way J was going to go with this guy. But something really had you on edge about him.

As soon as the guy came out of J’s office thanking him, your stomach knotted uneasily.

“Y/L/N,” Jonah yelled. “Your pictures out for this issue, the new guys picture is in.”

Your chest felt like it had caved in. All this really meant was that you weren’t getting paid today. “Oh… okay,” You said, putting your best puppy eyes and pout on.

“We’ll make a deal. Everytime there’s a big article whoever gets me a better picture is the one that will get printed. The new guys got talent, but you know I like you best. Just take good pictures and you’ll be fine.”

“Yessir,” You answered, packing up your things before saying goodbye to everyone and heading off towards the elevator.

Not to your surprise the new guy was waiting for the elevator still.

“This thing is really slow,” He commented as you stopped a bit of ways from him. You were rather pretty, but you seemed upset, he figured he’d try to make small talk to see if he could cheer you up.

“Yup,” You answered bluntly.

“I’m Peter, Peter Parker,” He extended his hand to you.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened so you ignored him and got on.

He pulled his hand back and got on with you.

As soon as the doors shut you turned to him. “Listen here Parker. This is my place to sell pictures. So why don’t you take yours and shove off. You aren’t needed here.”

Peter looked at you surprised.

The elevator was not fast enough.

“I’m sorry? I can’t control if Jameson picks my pictures. But I need the money and this is the only thing I’m really good at.” Peter argued.

“Just go somewhere else then.”

“No thanks, I’m good here,” Peter stated. “Jameson said if your pictures are better than mine he’ll take yours anyway. So, if you’re better than me you have nothing to worry about. Maybe it was just a one off time. But, this isn’t a permanent job, it’s just freelance, don’t take it so seriously.”

Finally the elevator opened and released the two of you.

You glared at the back of Peter’s head as he left.

He normally wasn’t like that but something about how you were challenging him really brought something out in him.

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It had been two straight weeks of Jameson not picking your pictures. Frankly, you didn’t blame him, Peter was amazing. You wondered how he managed to get so many good and creative shots of Spider-Man.

Yet, you were not going to give up. If he was so good at getting incredible shots, well then you just had to amp things up. You needed to really get in close on a fight. So, that night when you went looking for one of Spider-Man’s fights you swore you were going to really get in on it.

And you did. It was incredible, thrilling frankly. You didn’t see Peter anywhere so there was no way he’d get shots like this.

The following morning, bright and early, you made your way to the Bugle. As you approached the building you spotted him. He was coming from the other direction and you both stopped in front of each other at the doors.

“I’ve got you this time,” You shot at him.

Peter rolled his eyes. He knew you were at that fight last night, but there’s no way you could have gotten a better shot than he did based on where you were hiding. “If you’re so sure,” He opened the door and held it for you. “After you my lady.”

You walked right past him, the two of you stayed silent in the elevator up. You both walked right into Jay’s office and placed your pictures on his desk.

He opened each envelope and surveyed them.

You rung your hands nervously.

Jay looked up at the two of you. “I’d love to sit here and go on about what a menace Spider-Man is, but this is something more important. I’m going to use both of these pictures.”

It was better than nothing.

“Thank you, sir,” Peter said.

“Yeah, yeah, now get out before I change my mind.”

“Thank you Mr. Jameson,” you said smiling at him. “I really appreciate it.”

He nodded.

The two of you walked out together and waited for your pay.

“What was that about getting me this time?” Peter teased you as you made your way out.

You shot a glare at him. “Honestly, I could care less, at least he took one of mine finally. Just have to do better next time. Also how did you even get a shot at that fight? I didn’t see you anywhere.”

He looked at you, slight panic in his eyes. “Oh, uh well I must have just been hiding really good or something, that’s all.”

You eyed him suspiciously. “Does someone else take your pictures because you’re too scared to get caught up in the fight?”

Peter shook his head. “No! I take my pictures, you probably just don’t pay attention to everything around you because you’re busy taking photos.” He scurried off the elevator, hoping you wouldn’t grill him about it.

“Yeah, okay,” You scoffed.

After that you spent just about every night trying to find good ways to get pictures of Spider-Man. However, you also spent your time looking for Peter. You needed to know how he did it. He was so good and frankly, you wanted to be better and learn from him. Not that you’d admit that to him. It was fun messing with him. He was cute when flustered.

After the third week Jameson asked you to start taking pictures of other things, events in the city, accidents, stuff like that. Really he just wanted to make sure you got paid.

But he let Peter get the pictures of Spider-Man.

Another week later and you were being called to Jameson’s office. To your surprise Peter was there too.

“I have an assignment for the two of you. Next weekend is my son John’s birthday. Since he comes back from space a few days before that we’re having a party for him. I want both of you there to take the pictures. You aren’t to get in anyone’s way, I’ll pay you after, and if anyone asks you you’re professionals not some kids I let take pictures for the paper. Got it?”

“Yessir,” You and Peter both agreed. You were excited to be doing something so big for him. If you did an amazing job he might recognize you and give you the chance to start getting Spider-Man pictures again.

“And dress nice, I don’t want you two embarrassing me.”

When the day finally came you were beyond ready to get started. So, you made it to the venue a little earlier than you probably should have. But that was good, you could get photos of the place beforehand, maybe you could even sell them back to the place.

It wasn’t long before Jameson showed up. He made small talk with you, told you where you could and couldn’t go, and then proceeded to question Peter’s whereabouts. It was getting close to when people would be arriving and he wasn’t going to pay Peter for being late and not getting good shots.

However, he did finally manage to show just as guests started to arrive. Luckily, Jameson couldn’t grill him about it because people were already walking through the doors.

Your attention was divided between the guests and Peter. He looked rather good with a button up shirt and black pants. Better than the typical flannel or sweaters he wore. He made his way over to you. “Hey,” He greeted awkwardly as he gave you a once over.

“Hi,” you offered back, taking a picture of some people by the entrance shaking J’s hand.

“You look really nice,” He complimented.

That took you aback, you looked at him, slight blush on your face. “Th-thanks, so do you.” Then you noticed something. There were dark bruises peeking out from Peter’s collar. Your first thought lead you directly to that he had a girlfriend and they were hickies. You felt rather embarrassed now, chasing after guys wasn’t something you were big on, which was why if someone asked no one would know that you really had a crush on Peter. They would say you hated him. But you had your own way of liking a person. However, you wouldn’t have bothered at all had you known he was taken.

Suddenly you were looking away and silencing yourself.

Peter got a few shots of some people at the bar before wondering why you weren’t pestering him like you normally would be. Frankly, he enjoyed it, enjoyed you. But you obviously weren’t interested, so he wasn’t going to embarrass himself by letting you find that out. He could feel your eyes on him every few seconds. When he finally caught what you were looking at his brow arched. “Something wrong?”

You blushed and looked away. “Nothing. Just didn’t think you’d be the type of guy to show up to a special event you’re getting paid at with hickies on you. That’s all. I’m going to go get close ups of Jay with people.” You walked away before he could answer you.

He watched you go in surprise. He knew there was bruising, but he was surprised that it looked like hickies. He thought it was a very obvious handprint, a very large Kingpin handprint. But it wasn’t like he could tell you that, yet he also didn’t want you thinking they were hickies. He knew he had to come up with something.

Only he didn’t have the chance because things in the party started to pick up because the guest of honor had arrived.

It was another hour before Peter finally got to speak to you.

“Just so you know, I’ve never had a hickey in my life,” he admitted to you.

You looked at him confused, “That’s a blatant lie, Peter.”

He shook his head. “Seriously! I’m 20 and I’ve never had any. And I wouldn’t show up to something like this with one even if it was. It’s bruising yeah, but from a hand.”

A deep blush shot across your face. “Okay! Too much information. I don’t need to know about the kinky shit you’re into!”

Peter’s eyes widened. “You’re ridiculous! Get your mind out of the gutter! I was almost strangled to death!”

You stared at him, surprised he was yelling at you, especially in such a hushed tone, but more so that someone had tried to kill him. “What?”

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I got caught, not a big deal. I’ve had worse from bullies in high school. I just… I just didn’t want you thinking that it was something it wasn’t, alright?”

A thousand questions swirled in your mind. But one really stuck out. “Why was it so important for you to tell me that?” God, you really wanted it to be because he liked you and didn’t want you to think he was with someone. But, you didn’t want your hope showing. It must have flickered in your eyes though because Peter’s look turned nervous.

Time practically slowed for him as the buzzing feeling started in the back of his head. The look in your eyes surprised him, like you might actually have some interest in him. But that wasn’t his top priority. Glass shattered behind him. His first instinct was to reach out for you and cover you on the ground.

The maniacal laughter from above pulled his attention fully away from you. There was a room full of people, the Green Goblin above, and little time for him to get away so he could suit up and take him down.

“What are you doing?!” Both of you heard Jonah yell over the screams and panic of the party goers. “Get this! I ain’t paying you to lay around!”

After being knocked to the ground, your mind finally kicked back into gear. You untangled your camera from Peter’s and started shooting.

“Oh my God, Y/N, we gotta get out of here!” Peter said, only he really just meant you.

“Not a chance!” You told him, pushing past people to find a somewhat safer position that you could still get good shots from.

He needed a plan and fast, he wasn’t paying attention to what the goblin was shouting, but he knew if he didn’t get away Spider-Man would not be showing up. Which right now was not a good idea considering Jonah was about ready to take Goblin on by himself.

People struggled against one another to make an escape from the room. Peter decided he should take a chance and slip in with them before he missed his chance to be out of both your and J’s line of sight.

The second he could break away he was discarding his clothes, hopping out a window and entering through Green Goblin’s broken window. First he got rid of Jameson and his son. No reason for more people to get hurt than necessary. Even if Jonah protested against Spider-Man profusely.

His next order of business was Goblin. Of course there was the usual banter, and fighting. It was difficult if fight in close quarters like this. He especially hated that you were still in the room. However, he knew if you didn’t get pictures of this then you and him would be in deep shit with J and he was not about to lose his job. He’d just make sure you were out of the way and if you were in the way, then he’d do something about you.

However, it didn’t last long and things were not going Peter’s way. When Goblin spotted you he knew right away that he had a hostage. Peter tried to get to you first, but he was seconds too slow as Old Gobby scooped you up right off the ground.

Fear overtook you. You were so excited about the great shots you were getting, you didn’t even realize he was heading for you until it was too late.

Your scream pierced Peter’s ears.

Finally Green Goblin decided to take things outside.

Peter followed after the two of you. As quickly as things began were as fast as Peter wanted to end them.

When it came to ending this fight, it was between saving you or going after Green Goblin. And never would Peter hesitate between saving a life and going after a villian.

He caught you, feet before you hit the ground. Only, your camera hit the ground, shattering.

Peter didn’t realize, but you did. Your life might be safe, but your way of life laid out on the cement as Spider-Man swung you to safety on a rooftop.

“Are you alright,” He asked, changing his voice, once you were finally set back down on your feet.

The tears in your eyes worried him, but he couldn’t fully let that show. He wasn’t Peter right now.

“Fine…,’ You mumbled. “Just a broken camera now laying in the street. Woulda preferred you saved that instead of me.”

The eyes of his mask widened as his did. He looked back over his shoulder and down to the ground. “I’m so sorry,” He said, accidentally forgetting to sound different.

You looked at him a little confused, but there was no way. No possible way. “It’s fine,” You told him. “Thanks for saving me… I really thought he might kill me.”

“I never would have let that happen.”

A light blush painted your cheeks as you nodded.

He helped you down from the building and was disappearing from sight before you could even think of asking him anything else.

You didn’t bother to go back and pick up the remains of your camera. Instead you went home and tried to prepare yourself to lose your only source of income.

The following morning you went straight into the Bugle, fully expecting to get shouted at.

However, when you walked into Jameson’s office you were very surprised.

“Your pictures were absolutely amazing,” Jonah praised you. “I can’t believe how incredible they were. Those ones of the fight were even better! Spider-Man and Green Goblin crash birthday party of American Hero! Great pictures to go with a great article! I’m paying you twice what I paid that Parker kid. He didn’t get a single one of the fight!”

You stared at him in utter shock. “Um… Mr. Jameson… I-I don’t-”

“You’re taking what I give you kid! Now get out of here before I change my mind. You’re back on the action pictures since I can’t trust Parker to get them when it counts.”

You nodded and exited the office.

Betty offered you your pay. “Here ya go, sweetie.”

“Betty… I-... I didn’t give him my pictures…” You admitted.

She looked at you confused. “Of course you did. Peter handed them in when he stopped in this morning. He said he got yours developed for you. Were you drinking at that party last night?” She chuckled and went back to her work.

You were even more confused now than before. You hurried out of the building and called Peter, luckily his number was given to you by Betty when he started. She always got and gave out other’s numbers just in case anyone needed to get ahold of somebody. It rang a few times before he answered.

“Hello?” He asked, there was a lot of noise behind him before suddenly it cut off.

“Peter?” You asked, just to be sure.

“Y/N?”

“Hey, where are you? We need to talk.”

He was silent for a moment, like he was thinking. “Uh, right now isn’t a good time.” There was a loud crash and a shout in the background. “Shit-”

“I’m alright!” A man shouted in the back.

Peter sighed, sounding exasperated.

“What is happening wherever you are?” You asked.

“Just working on something with someone. Look, if this is about last night-”

“Yeah it is, but like I said, I want to talk to you face to face. So where are you?” It was more of a demand this time.

“I’m at Avengers Tower,” He finally admitted.

You laughed. “No seriously.”

“Serious. You gotta come here if you want to talk, I can’t leave right now. Just tell the desk lady you’re here to see me and she’ll give you directions.”

When you arrived, you really thought it was a joke, but to your surprise it wasn’t.

You were directed to take the elevator all the way up. When you got off you were thinking this was definitely Tony Stark’s penthouse.

“Hey,” Peter said, approaching from some stairs.

“Okay, what the hell is going on?” You started on him, still looking around the place in awe.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I kind of work with Mr. Stark,” he admitted. “You wanted to talk?” He ushered you towards a couch.

“Are we even allowed to sit here?” You asked.

“Peter’s got free reign of the place,” a voice said behind you.

You turned around in shock. You never imagined meeting Tony Stark, especially on such a personal level.

“Please, make yourself at home. Let F.R.I.D.A.Y. know if you need anything.” He was heading off somewhere else before you could even register what just happened.

Peter took gentle hold of you wrist and tugged you to sit on the couch.

“I need answers. Lots of them,” you finally said to him.

He sighed. “I figured you did…”

“First, how did you hand in my pictures this morning? My camera broke into a million pieces last night. You were nowhere to be found during that fight so how’d you find it? Why did you even turn them in as mine when you could have just said they were yours? Why would you do that? Jameson paid me double what he paid you and I don’t even know what pictures you gave him! What are you doing here of all places and with Tony Stark?”

Peter chuckled, “I really thought you would have figured it out.”

Oh you did, you definitely did. You could only stare at him.

“I’m sorry about your camera,” he said. “I promise I’ll get you a new one. As for the pictures… I went back to see if I could salvage anything. It took some work but I got them and decided to just print them with mine and give them to Jonah. You really got some terrific shots. You deserve the pay for them Y/N, really. I… all I care about is that you’re safe, okay?”

“I can take care of myself you know,” you shot at him, embarrassed that he thought he had to save you.

“Look, I know you can, I’ve seen you sneak around my fights really well, believe me I know. But you definitely weren’t saving yourself when you were falling to your death.”

You punched his shoulder. A silence fell between you as you thought everything over. But after a few moments you finally broke it. “You’re really Spider-Man, huh?”

Peter nodded. “It’s a secret, promise you won’t tell? Especially Jonah, I think he’d really fire me then.”

You laughed with him and nodded. “Deal. But you have to tell me one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Why tell me at all? I honestly don’t believe you just go around telling every person you save your secrets.”

He blushed lightly, and even though you knew it wasn’t true you did find it cute when he got flustered.

“Oh my God! You were just hoping you’d get laid for being a hero and saving my life!”

Peter’s eyes widened, his blush flared deeper as he panicked. “No! I like you but definitely not that!”

You laughed at him.

He looked at you and realized you were just kidding around. He released a sigh. “You just love watching me get worked up like that, don’t you?”

“Yup!” You eagerly replied. “As for this liking me business. Why don’t you do something about it?”

Peter was surprised by your response. It took him a minute to even realize what was really happening. “Can I take you out on a date?”

“Mmm,” You pretended to think about it, making him more nervous than before, like he mistook the signs you were giving him. “Of course Peter, I’d love to.”

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  He folded his arms over his chest. “Well, excuuuse me for trying to keep it a secret. Your dad said that he didn’t want you to find out. Mr. Stark didn’t know if you’d be a lot more angry with having a bodyguard around if you knew that bodyguard was, well, Spider-Man.”

  “More like Spider-Baby,” you said. He gasped with feigned offense.

  “Hey, I’m at least a month older than you!” Your rolled your eyes, dropped his mask onto the ground, and stormed out of the alley. “I--I’m sorry! I didn’t want to keep it a secret from you!”

  You ignored him. Of course you weren’t actually mad at him, but you wanted him to feel a little bit guilty for keeping such a secret from you. And plus, you told Peter you had a crush on Spider-Man, which probably gave him a boost of pride or confidence. You hoped he didn’t remember that, but if he did, well--

   Your thoughts were cut off when you felt an arm wrap around your waist. You gasped, looking down to see the blue and red spandex of Peter’s suit. The next thing you knew, your feet were off of the ground.

  “Hey!” you shouted, staring up at the sky. You noticed there was a giant line of spiderweb, Peter holding onto one end of it. He grasped onto you with his other arm.

  Your eyes widened as he let go of that web, and you hid your eyes as the two of your began plummeting to the ground. But before you knew it, you swung with another piece of web. And then another. And then another.

  Then everything stopped. Your eyes were squeezed shut, but Peter was carrying you bridal style now, and your arms wrapped around his neck. All you could his was his heavy breathing from his plugged-up nose, but then he said, “Um, you can let go now.”

  You opened your eyes. His mask was up enough that you could see his mouth. And then you realized you were on the roof of Stark Tower.

  Your chest was tight and your heart pounded against it. A shaking smile popped onto your face. “That was... a-amazing.” Peter grinned, nodding his head.

  “Yeah, I know. I get way too excited every time I do that.”

  You let out a breathy laugh. He sniffled, then looked away from you. From what you could see from his face, it turned red. “I, um... I guess I should put you down then.”

  The wind blasted past you, causing goosebumps to cover your skin. You kicked your feet a little bit. “Nah, you’re keeping me warm.”

  You could see his eyes widened, then return to normal. “O-oh! Well. Um. Do you want to go inside?”

  “Sure.” He set you down on your feet. You took this moment to pull off his mask and smile at him. “I think you look better without it.”

  He grabbed it from you and squeezed it tightly. “Thanks,” Peter said, “I’ll remember that.”

  You spun around on your heel and walked inside. The pain began to settle in, and you cringed, halting yourself for a moment. You felt Peter’s hand slide over your shoulder. “Hey, you okay?”   Nodding, you replied, “Yeah. Just a little sore.”

  “Your shoulder looks kind of bad. Why don’t we check it out real quick?”   “Alright. Is Dad still home, do you know?”   “Last I checked, no. He had to leave on some random call.”

  You closed your eyes in relief. If he saw you got beat up again, it’d kill him. Dad would never let you leave the tower again--even if you had Peter with you.

  Peter sneezed into his elbow, causing you to look at him with a hiked-up eyebrow. He laughed sorely, shrugging his shoulders. “Hey, I’m still not feeling well?”

  “Here,” you started, opening the door to the inside of the Tower, “go and lie down. I’ll get myself some medical help quick, then bring you some tissues or something.”

  “No need.” He shook his head. “I don’t want you getting sick because of me.”

  “I have a fairly strong immune system,” you stated. “I doubt I’ll get sick. Besides, you touched me plenty when you carried me.” You shot him a wink, causing his face to flush more than it was.

  “Well, if you seem to think that, then fine. We can watch a movie or something.”

  You grinned, then walked to the medic room on the floor.

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After an hour, you knocked on Peter’s door. Shuffling could be heard before the door swung open, revealing Peter in shorts and a T-shirt. A smile slid onto his face. “Come on in, (Y/n).”

  “Thanks,” you said, walking past him and further into the room. It smelled fairly good--you’d assumed he sprayed something in there. But the scent was his. That made you feel happy. Normally, boy’s rooms smelled awful. Or maybe your dad made him keep his room clean...

  The door shut behind you, and you turned around. Peter stepped over to the television and turned it on. “I was thinking we could watch a movie or something. U-unless you want to play a card game or something. We can do whatever you want.”

  You struggled to hide your smirk. He was just as nervous as you were. Maybe more. Butterflies rolled in your stomach. “Um, a movie sounds nice. What do you have?”

  He shrugged. “Netflix. Some DVDs.”   “What kind of DVDs?”

  Peter motioned for you to come over by him, so you obeyed. In his pile of DVDs, he had Goonies, all seven Star Wars movies, and Indiana Jones. You grinned. “How about Crusaders of the Lost Ark? I love me some Harrison Ford.”

  He chuckled, popping open the DVD box. “You can pull a chair up or get onto the bed. What kind of food do you want?”   “Anything sounds good.”

  “I got candy and popcorn. Wanna order some pizza, too?” You nodded, pulling out your phone. It took a couple minutes, but you ordered five boxes of pizza, two large of strombolis, three liters of soda, a pack of breadsticks, and two things of fries. Within a half-hour, everything had arrived. You brought everything up and brought it back to Peter’s room.

  He started the movie as soon as you sat down. Both of you devoured to boxes of pizza, the candy, and several other foods by the time the movie was over. It was only around five o’clock, so both of you decided to watch the Temple of Doom.

  By the time the Last Crusade was over, you and Peter had both fallen asleep on the bed. Your head rested on his shoulder while his arm was wrapped sluggishly around your waist.