#spider-son

now playing : daydreamin’ — ariana grande

It started a while back and crept up on the two of you, slowly but surely. Like listening to a song and anticipating your favorite part. You become still to hear everything.

The team gathered around for a mission briefing, and your eyes drifted unassumingly towards him.

His questions and suggestions were suddenly of interest to you. His intellect became the eight wonder of the world.

“Have you guys seen Raiders of the Lost Ark?”

You pondered how he thought of such things.

Another memory among the many favorites includes that time your throat dried in the dead of night, and you met in the dimmed kitchen with an awkward smile.

The words just came stumbling out of him. “You know how water tastes different?”

You blink your bleary eyes awake at his random query. “Oh, um… yes.”

“This water tastes so good. Like, I can’t ever go back to drinking the water bottles from Kroger.”

You chuckled softly at his words, understanding it was his exhaustion that made him so easygoing.

You were wrong.

Peter was sleepless in Seattle the moment he sensed you coming close.

His “Peter tingle” includes alerting him when you’re around. He can feel you before you make your presence known.

He just couldn’t help himself from talking. Really, he’s tried. His mind just short-circuits when you’re in view and his rambling knows no better.

Peter’s heart damn near leapt out when you smiled and laughed.

You smiled, for him? Laughed, with him?

He was so starstruck, it was beyond comprehension.

The boy stared as you walked to the fridge. The elegance in your stride, the straightness of your spine, even your hairography was off the charts.

He’d realized long ago your otherworldliness, but to witness it firsthand in a domestic setting was truly an experience.

“I agree.” You nodded as you filled up your cup.

And he stared with soft eyes and a bleeding heart, like the human, mortal he is.

Before you realized, you navigated towards him; like he was the sail anchoring the ship of your heart.

Your energies matched perfectly and the both of you sought each other subconsciously.

You were thinking about going downtown when the thought of asking him if he’d like to join you crossed your mind.

Your body was ahead of your mind, giving you no time to overthink the proposal.

You were turning the lobby, lowly half-singing, half-humming a song when you saw him at the turn.

Peter looked like a deer in headlights, pupils dilated to the max and a faint red hue to his cheeks. He let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. “…Hi.”

An automatic smile lined your lips. “Hey.”

He tripped over himself (not literally, his stuttering was already embarrassing enough for him) agreeing to go downtown and you were one happy gal.

Soon, you traded numbers and started texting. Memes, asking what happened on the days you or he missed meetings or training, and TikTok references that'll be in your daily vocabulary.

You learned a lot about him through texting. What he likes, dislikes. What music he’s into, what your next movie watch should be.

The messages then converted to conversations of your lives. What it means to the both of you to be an Avenger, what motivates you two to wake up everyday, etc.

He isn't that shy, intimidated kid he was when he first saw you. That was a few years ago.

He understands your personality better now. Peter now realizes your kindness, wicked quick wit, and strong heart to be his favorite attributes of yours.

You learned his reason for being Spider-Man; it was simply his responsibility to carry out his duties with the strength he has. For good.

“It’s admirable.” You said. “Why you do what you do.”

Peter’s heart thrummed with pride and he tried his absolute best to conceal that.

“It’s rare to have a strong moral compass and to be as self-sacrificing as you are.”

“Thanks.” He murmured.

With your body feeling on fire, you uttered a quiet “You’re welcome.”.

Peter felt the need to compliment you, in a way that wouldn’t give away his crush but would still keep this friends slash co-workers thing going.

“…I think you’re really awesome.” He said, finally.

Your expression was that of someone receiving a love confession. Eyes soft and fleeting, lips fighting a grin so bright— it’d rival the stars.

He learned of your responsibilities. Asgardian duties regarding royalty and being the goddess of truth, justice, and power.

There was nothing more of interest to him than understanding who you are. He wants to be native to you.

“Wait, so, you can understand every language because of the All…speak, All-speak? That’s how you say it?”

You nodded.

“And even though, technically, you’re responding in English; the person hears it back in their language.”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

Peter couldn’t believe what he heard. How could someone be fluent in all languages, even those not of Earth?!

“But you learned English specifically.”

You picked up on the language from watching movies and listening to music almost all the time. Not the worst way to study and definitely the best way to learn.

“Wow.” He exhaled. “That is seriously the coolest thing ever.”

His words made you feel shy. Like you were a bashful little girl trying to keep it together as your crush glazed you to infinity.

Your friendship progressed to running errands together, training together, going to the movies, and playing lighthearted pranks on the members.

Obviously, everyone took note of the sudden yet strong companionship established. Sam was just the first to ask out loud about it.

“When did they start hanging out?”

Bruce looked up from his light-reading and followed Sam’s line of sight and said, “Years ago. You’re late.”

Sam’s eyes widened and he looked at the scientist, perplexed. “What?”

You and Peter are in your own little world, oblivious to the fact that you’re the topic of conversation.

“Has he told her yet?”

Alexie eyes Steve for a second before an obnoxiously loud chuckle rumbles from his chest.“Little Asgardian has more balls than the supposed spider “man”.” He puts air quotes around the word, ‘man’.

Bucky raises his brows and purses his lips in contemplation before chiming in, “Agreed.”.

Tony walks by, sighing as he rubs his forehead tiredly. As he’s filling up a glass of water, he looks up to spot you and him.

Peter sneaks in a glance when you’re not looking, a shy smile on his face.

You pretend you can’t feel it, your stomach in a frenzy from the adrenaline swirling around.

Tony is no expert on love, but he’s sure there’s an unspoken, shared truth between you both.

“Hey, buddy?” He calls out to the god of thunder next to him, fixing a sandwich.

“Yes?”

Tony looks on, eyes blinking to adjust to the scene in front of him. “How long has yours been hanging out with mine?”

Thor looks to see what he’s talking about and sees you both laughing. He smiles when he hears your laughter.

“Quite a while. Why do you ask?”

“Nothin’. Just thought the kids are getting acquainted pretty well with each other.” Stark stares on, mirth in his eyes at the thought of you two together.

Thor takes in this new vision.

He wants his child to be happily in love, but he never thought a mortal to be capable of giving her that.

He knows the kid to be good, smart, selfless.

Worthy.

Thor believes no one to be truly worthy of his daughter but if there ever were to be such a person, he figures Peter comes pretty close.

He thinks about his friend's words and finds a strange feeling entering his heart. It's not sadness or anger, more so a tightening of the chest that echoes you knew this day would come.

“I had not noticed.” He murmurs softly.

It's been exactly two days since the tin man's words, and truer words have never been spoken.

The Norse god took it upon himself to test out said tin man's claim and would you look at that. He's right. Again.

Thor wouldn't call it spying simply because it isn't. He's just studying observing you and the spiderling interact.

So far, he's only made mental notes to find out more “tiktok” as you and he quote many nonsensical, odd-sounding phrases from it.

Currently, he's in the kitchen and pretending to look for a snack when in reality; he's going for the snack he knows and loves. Thor's in the process of placing his third pack [within the hour] of pop-tarts into the toaster when—

“Dude, how many of those are you going to eat?”

Thor freezes in place, his eyes wide and face hot. He looks up to find the source... coming from inside a vent?

“H—” He clears his throat. “Hello? Who's there?”

“It's me.” The voice shows its face to be a familiar one. “Clint.”

Thor's utterly confused face doesn't phase the Avenger. “I'm doing a drill with Kate.”

Now he's even more confused. “Part of your training... is in the vents?”

“We all have our own ways.” Clint dips his chin to get an angle on you and Peter.

Thor looks back at the two of you and at him. He's not convinced but lets it go for now. “Right, sure.”

“Father, who are you talking to?”

Thor turns around on a whim and puts on a fake smile. “Oh, uh...” He turns back but Clint is gone. Replaced with air and the soft whirring of the vents.

“Clint. In the vents.”

Peter brings up the humorous notion of something else running around in the vents. “Can you imagine if there were rats in there.”

You laugh at the thought, your hand coming up to rest on his shoulder out of habit.

Thor's eyes widen comically, even his false eyeball has some reaction.

He watches as the two of you walk away, deep in conversation and wonders if maybe he's due for a talk.

“Stark was right.” He says to almost no one.

“Don't let him hear you say that.” Wanda jokes, making her sudden appearance.

The redhead watches as the powerful son of Odin yelps in distress, a hand flying up to cover his mouth.

She grants the mercy of silence for a moment before breaking it. “You good over there?”

He sniffles then clears his throat, palms straightening out non-existent wrinkles in his robe. “Yes, I'm quite alright, thank you.” He rushes out in a hushed tone.

The Scarlet Witch walks right by, grabbing a drink from the fridge.

She hesitates to leave, stuck between wanting to say something but making it awkward.

Thor takes the risk for her. “Can I ask you something?”

Wanda blinks, a bit surprised by his sudden forwardness. “Yeah, sure.”

He sighs deeply, wrinkles decorating his forehead. “What do you think about Peter?” He asks carefully with a click of his tongue.

She picks up fast. “I think he's a good kid. Respectful, has a strong character… he’s a little strange but it’s expected with his age.”

The Scarlet Witch has a soft spot for kids, so it didn't take much for her to be rooting for the ones who are most deserving of it.

“The perfect boy scout, you know?”

“I'm not sure what a 'boy scout' is but sure.” He says with a serious nod.

Wanda takes her drink and walks towards the counter, filling her glass with the herbal tea. “So. Why ask me about Peter?”

Thor huffs out an imitation of a good laugh. “Oh, nothing. Just, you know, making conversation.”

She smiles in turn, lightly chuckling.

“Why haven't we talked before?” He asks mildly.

Wanda hums in thought. “I don't know.”

He nods, content with the answer and ready to leave it at that.

“Thor.”

He stops in step and turns swiftly on his heels. “Yes?”

A fond look overtakes her features, mellowing her completely from the inside. “Y/n's still my favorite.”

Every memory of you flashes before his blue eyes at the mention of your name.

“Of course.” He mused humbly, a newfound confidence in his stride.

MEANWHILE, WITH TONY & BRUCE

Bruce hands Tony a cup of freshly brewed hot coffee before getting comfortable.

“Thanks.” The Stark sighs tiredly, taking a sip.

“So, you were saying?”

Tony snaps his fingers. “Right. So,” He exhales. “You don't have any kids that we don't know of, correct?”

Bruce buffers, eyes blinking confusingly. “Wait- where is this coming from?”

Tony clicks his teeth together. “I'll tell you where this is coming from, Peter is technically my first experience at handling a kid.”

Bruce stares with raised brows and a mouth open with half a question prepared, utterly befuddled.

“And I've never actually said that out-loud till just now, so, I'm kind of feeling a little... I dunno, responsible, I guess? Is that the right word?” He then gulps down the remaining coffee before continuing his tangent.

Bruce watches in amazement and figures he should probably tell his pal to slow down and take a breath but when has a Stark ever done that.

“And he has this great thing going, really good thing with Point Break's kid.”

Bruce blinks like he’s loading to compute the information. “What?”

Tony stands with a pressing sigh while making his way to the Keurig. “It's not official, more in the process of getting there but that's the problem. He's too in his head to see she's totally into him!”

“Too in his head, huh. That sounds familiar.” Bruce quips.

“Ha ha, very funny.”

“I still don't understand what the point of this is.” He says with a shake of his head.

“The point is,” He pauses his tangent to collect all of his thoughts together.

He thinks about his time with the kid, the short period where he allowed himself to be a mentor and allowed that once fifteen year old to make room in his life (and heart).

Tony remembers how it felt to lose him, he felt the weight of the world succumb to dust in just a matter of seconds.

He also understood that Peter made him realize which part of the equation of what was missing in his life.

“I just want to get it right this time around.” He confesses.

Bruce nods in understanding, sympathizing with him.

“You don't wanna come off as overbearing, but you want him to know that you're here.”

Tony sighs through his nose, letting all his words die on his tongue and his friends' words come to bring him some solace.

“You want my advice?”

He nods slightly.

“Let the kid come to you on his own.”

Tony looks as if he's running the idea through his head, then stops when he realizes what he's doing.

“If there's one person who's validation he'll always seek, it's yours, Tony.”

The Stark feels a bit lighter now, more adequate to handle himself.

He looks up at his science bro in gratitude, pursing his lips as if it’s awkward to smile. “Thanks.”

Bruce shrugs, patting his back. “That's what science bros do.”

BACK TO YOU & PETER

You sat atop Peter’s bed with snacks laid out while he searched for a movie.

“Have you seen When Harry Met Sally?”

“I’ve been meaning to.” You answer truthfully.

His jaw drops. “What?” He laughs. “This is a cult classic, literally in my hall of fame.”

You shrug and say how you just haven’t gotten the chance to sit down and watch it when he decides this movie is the winner.

“Well, now you’ve got the time.” He slides the DVD into the player and sits next to you, his knee touching yours.

You don’t move and neither does he, and it stays that way the whole duration.

You pay acute attention to the film and find it to be enjoyable. It helps when Harry and Sally remind you an awful lot of Peter and yourself.

Two people who didn’t start out as friends, eventually become friends and develop a romantic relationship that further deepens their connection. The quintessential friends to lovers story.

Except for the initial dislike they had for one another, you’d say this movie depicts your dilemma perfectly.

Unbeknownst to you, Peter was taking mental notes on how to translate this movie into real life.

Harry and Sally made it work, so surely he can too, right?

He watched closely, taking into account the mutual yet unspoken interest. Peter allowed himself to wonder if you like him too. It’d be a dream come true.

Then came the part when the main characters have a brief sexual encounter and discuss whether a girl and a guy can still be friends without letting sex get in the way.

Not so relatable now, huh.

You feel Peter lean over to you, talking in a hushed tone. “I don’t know if it’s possible in real life, do you?”

You keep your eyes on the screen and tilt your chin in his direction. “Maybe, but I couldn’t do it.”

“Same.” He whispers. “Too intimate, you know?”

A faint smile lines your lips at his words. Nice to know you share similar ideologies. “Yeah, I know.”

Peter was anticipating the famous new years confession, easily in his top twenty confessions of all time.

That speech is both straightforward and thoughtful. The formula is timeless and works just as well in today’s time as it did back then.

And when they kissed, you felt so relieved.

You were subconsciously smiling, because they served as an example of you and how in the end, they still got together.

Peter let himself get a glimpse of your smile before turning away, not wanting to be caught like an idiot.

“So, I take it you like the movie?”

“Like? I love this movie! We should watch it every year at this time.” You gush.

Peter hopes to reach the end of that movie with you before this time next year.

And so do you, which is why you consult with the council (your girlfriends), but your insecurity is hellbent on sabotaging the meeting.

“At least tell him before New Years.”

“Or before you grow old and are filled with regrets.”

Kate doesn't disagree with the former widow there. “She's right.”

You stare at the two women you call your best friends and contemplate for a moment.

“Would we even be compatible? I mean, it would be better long-term if we both ended up with someone on our level, right?”

It doesn't take a genius to know you're hinting at your biggest fear: being too much for people.

You know Peter wouldn't be so insecure to feel like you emasculate him or you're superior to him, but the thought of you being with someone like him is laughable to many.

Yelena immediately interjects. “Nonsense.” She says as she shakes her head. “You're out of his league— yes— but he would be lucky to have you regardless.”

“While what she says is true, people break up for way less.” The archer offers an encouraging smile. “Who cares if he's not a demi-god or has a freakishly large Lego collection?”

“Anyone with a mind to resist capitalism, actually.”

Kate ignores the assassin. “If he checks off all of your boxes, then that's all that matters.”

You understand what your friends are telling you, you really do. There's just one thing they haven't taken into account.

“But do I check off all his boxes?”

“I'm sorry,” Yelena scoffs, though not indignantly. “Have you seen yourself?”

You roll your eyes mildly at her answer. “That doesn't sound very encouraging.”

“Yeah, neither does whatever else we're standing here telling you, but we're still doing it.”

She wears a bored expressions as her eyes stare into yours. You squint your eyes at her but she's relentless.

“Fine.” You admit.

Kate pats your back sympathetically. “I'd say to drop hints but...”

“If he can even take a hint.” Yelena voices.

You know they're right. You know it's not practical to keep crushing on him hoping one days things will change.

But you're also afraid of rejection, so you reject it first.

“Thank you guys, seriously. But, I’ll think about it.” You offer a smile but it doesn't give.

Yelena immediately smells bullshit. “Friends don't lie.”

Kate gasps, turning to her blonde friend with a rousing energy. “I knew it. You like that show!”

“I only said it because the timing was right.” The ex-Widow crosses her arms defensively.

“Right, right. Sure.” The archer wears a smug expression whilst the assassin rolls her eyes and throws her head back in a groan.

You chuckle at the sight, allowing yourself to be in reality and not the made-up one inside your head.

MEANWHILE, WITH PETER & JOAQUIN

Today was supposed to be the day Peter and Joaquin hit their workout goal together, but Peter had other plans.

“It was like watching my life in a movie, except for the parts that won’t happen.”

Joaquin doesn’t respond, focused on finishing this rep.

“Regardless, she’s perfect, man. Absolutely perfect.” He narrates dreamily as lay belly-up on a bench. “She's so cool, the coolest girl ever. I can't believe she's my friend. The friends to lovers trope isn't cliche now, right?”

He looks over at his friend who just nods once and exhales harshly through his nose, pulling the bar up and down, up and down.

Peter nods to himself, satisfied with Joaquin's response. “I just don't wanna mess this up. I can't mess this up.” He sighs.

Joaquin grunts, setting down the bar and deciding to take his break now.

He bends down to drink some water and Peter stares at him expectantly, waiting for some wisdom to fall out of his lips.

After what seems like forever, he speaks. “You will.”

Peter feels punched in the gut. “Okay, wow. Thanks.”

Joaquin rolls his eyes. “You're over here stressing about how you don't wanna lose her and how she's so perfect, when there's the possibility of an actual man—”

Peter perks up at the mention of potential competition.

“—walking up to her, letting her know what's up, and getting shit done.”

He stares at his friend, telling it to him how it is and wonders what if he's right.

“She's not just gonna go for the first guy who tells her what she wants to hear.” Peter scoffs as he crosses his arms.

Joaquin smirks, leaning on some equipment. “Maybe not, but she'll still feel some typa way.”

Peter squints, not picking up what he's putting down.

“I thought you were supposed to be smart.”

“Wha- I am smart! I was the Valedictorian of my class, alright?”

Joaquin shakes his head, scratching his forehead in mild annoyance.

“And what's with all the hostility? I thought you were my friend.”

Peter doesn't mean that last part but it does make his coworker/friend chill out a bit. He runs his tongue across the walls of his cheeks, thinking of all the ways you'd reject him.

You'd do it nicely, softly. Let him down gently because the truth is, he's already made up his mind. Peter has let himself believe that you could never be with someone like him. Someone nerdy, dorky. A loser mortal.

You can have anyone, so why would you want him?

“She belongs with someone on her level.” He utters. “And that's just not me.”

If Joaquin wasn't agitated before, he certainly is now.

“God,” He scoffs. “You are such a loser.”

Peter looks up at him in confusion. “What?”

“I mean, seriously. Giving up and accepting defeat is not your style but hey, there's a first time for everything.”

Peter gives him an offended look. “What the hell, man.”

“That's what I'm saying. What the hell, Pete, you can't be this dense.”

The latter is unfortunately still not reading between the lines.

“Deadass? Jesus, man.” Joaquin sits down beside him, a look of total disbelief on his face. “You're the guy she willingly hangs out with outside of work. You're the guy she feels comfortable talking to about literally anything. She even gets all your references, dude.”

The latter thinks about it and realizes, he's right. Apart from a very annoyed Tony and a quietly amused Bucky, you're the only person who'll not only understand, but also quote something back.

Joaquin looks at his hopeless friend tellingly and puts a telling hand on his shoulder. “You are the man, Pete. You.”

Peter feels uplifted. “That was nice. Why couldn't you give me this speech earlier?”

The Falcon sighs, feeling somewhat apologetic. “I have to clown on you before having your back. It's essential to your growth.”

Peter rolls his eyes, smiling when Joaquin playfully pushes his fist into his shoulder.

“Okay, but for real, though. I don't want to hear about her unless you've made your move. Shit gets old after a while.”

Peter's smile drops. “Wait, seriously?”

It's the week before christmas and everyone has more gifts than they can take into account. Perks of having your coworkers as family.

As always, Tony throws a party for the team. Yes, even the Pym's are invited. And Scott.

“Hey, Tony!” Speak of the devil. “Amazing party, tell me— how do you do it?”

The Stark, ever so humbly replies, “Oh, you know. It helps to know everyone and have so much money, you don't know whether to bury it or burn it.”.

Scott's smile visibly shrinks. “No, I... don't think I know the feeling.”

Rhodes is telling his infamous story to people who are genuinely intrigued.

Some guests try lifting Mjölnir, of course to no avail. Thor sat back and allowed everyone a fair chance, getting reminded of that time his friend threw a victory party all those years ago.

Stephen is convinced there's some kind of Asgardian magic tying it down. “There's definitely some kind of enchantment or binding spell. How else would you be able to explain no one being able to lift this? Out of everyone here?” He shakes his head, puzzled.

Steve quirks his brows, a knowing smile on his face as he’s seen this happen before.

Thor just shrugs, repeating his words from the past. “I have a simpler theory,” He waltzes over and picks it up. “You're all not worthy. Except for of course, Captain America.”

The Sorcerer Supreme isn't impressed. “Right.”

The god takes a sip of his special Asgardian liquor when a fellow champion walks in.

Carol watches in amusement, a playful smirk on her face. “Can I try?”

Your dad laughs heartily, letting her have a go. “Finally! A worthy contender.”

You’re chatting with Cassie, not having seen the girl in a while. “How’s college?”

“Good, it’s good. Just got done with finals.”

“That’s great, Cassie. I'm sure you did exceedingly well.”

She smiles. “Thanks. So, how’s it going with spider-boy?”

You look down at your glass, finger tracing the rim. “I see you’ve been talking to Kate and Yelena.”

Cassie giggles and denies the notion but you know it's just harmless teasing.

Bucky's arm wrestling with Alexie they turn it into a game.

“Hey, no fair! Metal arm gives you advantage.” Alexie frowns.

“Maybe your people should've thought about that before giving it to me.” Bucky clapback's wittily.

Sam whistles. “Don't hurt em now, Buck.”

Clint is wrangles all the money together from placed bets. “Step on up folks, don't be shy. Pick your winner; the washed up Santa Claus or congressman Barnes.”

Everyone’s having a great time, and how couldn’t they? It’s the most wonderful time of year.

And it’s during the holidays when you miss your uncle Loki and Natasha a little extra, wishing they could be here to experience this, too.

Feeling stuffy, you excuse yourself to the balcony.

The moon kindly casts her ethereal glow onto the many faces of New York. There's a calm breeze that sends chills down your arms but you invite it, better than the feeling before.

“Well, what are you doin' out here all by yourself?” A familiar voice you've come to love chimes in his best rendition of the transatlantic accent.

You dip your head down to hide your grin, replying the same way. “Well, I suppose it’s because I wanted you to come find me.”

He laughs. Peter knows you're only playing along but he'd be lying if he said his heart didn't jump at the thought of you saying that for real.

He notices you're not wearing a jacket and immediately moves to offer his own. “You're not freezing?” He questions as he drapes his suede jacket across your form.

Your throat closes up at the action, your affection for him growing tenfold. “I don't get cold as easily.” You mumble, fingers tightening around his jacket to pull it tighter.

“Oh, yeah— atmosphere not native to your biology remains neutral, right?”

You nod, cheeks warming from his ability to remember the littlest things. “Right.”

He nods to himself, feeling awkward. Out of all the things I could have said. Joaquin’s right, I am a loser.

It’s quiet for a moment but not the awkward kind, despite the boy’s internal struggle. More of a comfortable silence.

You both stare off into the skyline and marvel over the lights.

You decide to speak first, unable to hold back your thoughts any longer. “It’s so pretty.” You say above a whisper, regarding the the Rockefeller christmas tree.

The boy next to you sets his sight on a better view, turning his chin towards you subconsciously.

“Yeah.” He whispers.

You feel him staring, your gaze lowering steadily as you turn to meet his eyes.

Your heart thunders and suddenly your nerves turn over, softening as the river of your blood flows evenly.

Everything blurs into a muted scene, nothing strikes you more than this moment. Right here, right now.

An overbearing fondness exudes from him. It shows in his eyes and the delicate curve of his mouth.

He’s completely enamored with you, and he can hide it no more.

“I have to tell you something.” He finally says in a hushed tone.

This is it you believe. The moment we’ve all you’ve been waiting for.

Peter fills his lungs with the crisp winter air feels rejuvenated. Those warm, doe eyes reach out to you once more. “I…”

You lean forward without thinking. “Yeah?”

He gulps, his hands clammy and heart like the wings of a hummingbird. “I, um…”

You nod, coaxing him to continue. “Take your time.” You snort softly

He clicks his tongue. Peter exhales harshly through his nose, determined to get this off his chest. “Y/n,” He starts, using your eyes as a mirror. “I think you’re the coolest girl I’ve ever known.”

Your breath is caught on a golden hook.

“You’re so smart and brave and funny.” He continues strongly. “I’ve never met a girl like you.”

You’re speechless, lacking incredibly in words as this moment has finally come along. Peter takes your silence as his cue to finish up, feeling proud of coming this far.

“What I’m saying is… I like—”

“There you are!” Someone exclaims, followed by a Russian term of endearment you’ve grown fond of hearing. Just not this time.

Damn Alexie’s timing.

You and Peter look like a couple of troublemaking kids with the way nobody moves a muscle.

The Red Guardian furrows his eyebrows suspiciously. “You two out here sneaky a drinky, no?”

The two of you dispute that outrageous claim all at once.

“Dude.” Peter sighs incredulously.

“It looks like you sneaky a bit too much drinky.” You cringe internally as those words came out.

Alexie keeps the expression for a moment longer before bursting into a fit of laughs. “I’m just joking! You should have seen the looks on your faces. Ha!”

You and Peter side-eye each other.

“Come on! You’re missing all the fun.” And with that, he’s walking back inside but not before bumping into the glass door. “Excuse you.” Followed by a string of slurred, Russian curses.

Peter hangs his head back and sighs, dejectedly, covering his face with both hands.

You stand there for a second, gathering your thoughts when a sudden wave of heat hits your ears and face.

“…We should probably go.” You urge, not wanting him to see you like this but not wanting to abandon him either.

How badly Peter wanted to say No, stay. Forget about the party. But his courage vanished the moment a third party entered the environment.

He nods, looking down at his shoes and chewing his lip over how close he was to rid himself of the yearning he had for you.

The past week went by unbearably slow.

Things were suddenly awkward. Your impromptu run-in's with him were cut short, with little to no words at all.

Training was the only time it felt natural to converse but even then, were cut short because someone calls out for him or someone needs your attention with a sparring technique.

Texting wasn't as frequent as you would like, it felt forced and almost like a chore. You're afraid you're a bore for him.

Clearly, this was noticed by everyone. It's embarrassing enough for you to pretend like everything's fine, they gave enough mercy to act like they don't know a thing. Well, not to each other.

“Man, something serious must've went down.” Sam hushed as he eyed you leave the premises as soon as Peter entered.

The boy's morose face is taken into account by all that are present.

“They'll get over it.” Steve said confidently.

And he wasn't the only one to bet on it. When all hope seemed lost, they had faith.

Thor was utterly disappointed. How is he supposed to be rooting for Peter when he couldn't even get the words out?

“He needs to be a man.”

“Oh, don't tell me what he needs.” Asserted Tony. “Now I'll admit he screwed up but can you blame him?”

Thor crossed his arms with narrowed eyes. “Are you saying this is my daughter's fault?”

“I'm saying he's a meek guy with zero sense on how to land a lady, and that's on me.”

Your father sympathized with the man. “Come now, Stark, that's not your fault.”

“Isn't it?” He scoffed, annoyed with himself. “I could've reached out, talked to him. Given him a heads up— you know, somethin'.” He sighed. “They would've been on their honeymoon by now.”

Thor ignored that last part. “Not all is lost on you.”

“Meaning...?”

“I'll talk to mine, you get yours.” He planned a last ditch effort to get you to reconcile with him.

That's if you even want to.

Part of you was angry, feeling falsely ignored. What had you done for him to desert you this way? The least he can do is owe you an explanation. The other part of you felt despondent, rejected.

Serves you right, huh. Getting rejected for once rather than doing the rejecting. Rejecting change, rejecting anything outside of comfort, rejecting anything that doesn't serve you well. Now look at you; rejected.

You groan and fall back on your bed, your fingers coming up to hide your closed eyes as you wallow in self-pity.

A knock sounds on your door. “Y/n? May I come in?”

“Yes.” You say, feeling less than enthusiastic.

Thor enters your room and almost turns around on his heel to slap Peter silly when he see's how dejected you are.

You gave up on lying to your father about your feelings a long time ago, it's just no use.

In traditional dad fashion, a sound between a sigh and groan emits from him as he lies down next to you, his head now parallel to yours.

Despite not saying a word, you can hear him thinking.

You break the silence first. “Whenever you're ready.”

He hums, pleased to see you’re not completely shut off. “How’s your day going so far?”

You stifle a laugh. “Good.”

“Good.” He nods.

You turn your head to look at him. “And yours?”

He looks at the ceiling as if trying to find words to articulate his thoughts. Then, he anticlimactically says, “Yeah, good.”.

You can’t help the giggle that tumbles out of your lips, and he can’t help his smile.

“Dad.” You say through the laugh. “Did you come here to hang out?”

“I can’t just hang out with my daughter?”

“You can.” You say, even though you don’t believe him. You think it’s sweet. “Everyone boring you?”

He turns on his side, angling his elbow to rest his head on his hand. “Not quite.”

Deep down in your gut, you know what that means.

A gust of air leaves your lips and you turn to face him.

He’s understanding, no doubt about it. “You know, your mother was asking about you the other day.”

“Was she now?” Your tone isn’t mocking, like you don’t speak to your mother at all. Of course you do, she’s your mother. You just wonder why not come to you directly.

“She wanted to know how you were doing, then asked if I had any plans in the evening.”

Oh.

“So, she was using me as an excuse.” You tilt your head playfully.

Thor didn’t see it that way, though he wouldn’t have minded if that were true.

“We had a wonderful dinner by the water and we spoke of you.”

“All good things I hope.”

“That's just it.” He says. “We've raised a wonderful daughter.”

You're not an emotional person; you don't cry easily or carry someone's burden as yours often. But words, words seem to carry much more emotion over you than you'll ever convey.

“You think so?” You ask, doubtful. It's just that recently, you've been so occupied with what's happened that you forgot about everything else.

Thor sits up fully now. “I know so. You're brilliant, Y/n. The perfect child I have the privilege to call my own.”

You know he means well. No one is a perfect child, and you try your utmost best to be a good daughter. But you never love anything in the world the way you love your first child, so their love has rendered you absolutely perfect to them.

You smile into his shoulder, feeling sentimental. “Thank you for seeing me that way.”

Your father kisses your head and wishes to say more, the overwhelming urge overriding his mind before he can change it. “By the time I knew I wanted to be with Jane, it was too late.”

You hold his hand, heart heavy with the memories of her.

“I was a fool. And I never blamed her for anything. With me having to leave her side all the time... I'd leave me, too.”

Sadness forms inside you at his words. “Don't say that. It's not your fault.”

“Maybe, but I had control over what I could have done.”

You don't argue there.

“I could have spent more time with her. I'm not the only hero this planet has and I wasn't then.”

Thor recalls all the times he and Jane argued over Fury or another crisis that cut into their personal lives.

“Your mother and I had our differences and thought it best to keep them far away to raise you and give you the love we once shared.”

That makes you smile. Your parents ended on good terms, better than most separated couples.

“She's still my greatest friend.”

“I know.” You say.

He lets out a deep breath, turning to meet your eyes. “...Sometimes, we're given a choice; whether to continue to pursue what we want or to understand that some things are outside of our control and to let go of those things.”

“...What if I want something I may not be able to keep?”

It hurts to break the veil of fantasy and reveal what is reality, but it's his responsibility as a father to do so. No matter how badly he wants you to attain anything your heart desires.

“Is it in your control to keep this thing?”

You shake your head reluctantly.

“Will you try your hardest to do so?”

You want to, by the gods you do. It's special to you, it still means something.

You answer, determined. “…Yes.”

“Then by all means, don't wait.”

You feel better already, your father tends to do that to you.

With arms around his shoulders in a warm hug and lifted spirits, you thank him. “How do you always know what to say?”

Thor mirrors your smile, his hands coming up to hold your forearms. “I don’t, but I always know when you need me.”

MEANWHILE, WITH TONY & PETER

“You screwed up, kid. Big time.” Tony's words snip the air, cutting the thick air.

Peter couldn't feel any more ashamed. “I-I know.”

“You had one job. Just the one.” The older man rubs a hand across his face in exasperation. “What made you think creating distance was the solution, anyway?”

“I...”

Why hesitate? Why walk around eggshells?

Tony waits for him to get it together and spit out, a half-amused look on his face.

“I chickened out.” Peter can't look him in the eyes as he says this embarrassing fact out loud. Who would?

Tony presses on. “You chickened out and got embarrassed so you pushed her away, you mean.”

Peter winces. “Not on purpose.”

“You still did it, kid. Own up to it.”

The guilt cuts deeper.

Peter never meant to pull away and make things awkward, he wanted the opposite.

But that night changed him, forced him to conform to his cowardice.

“Losing her is the last thing I want.” He says quietly, like admitting of a secret wearing him down.

This makes the Stark cut him some slack. He sits next to him, an almost muted grunt escaping him.

They sit together and share the silence.

“I'm getting old.” He says offhandedly. “I forget to take out the trash and I've left Morgan in the lab one too many times.”

Peter’s lost, but he isn’t not used to an ADHD speech progressing into a heartfelt one.

“But I know what you’re feeling. And… I know it’s scary but you’ll always be stuck wondering what could’ve been.”

The younger male listens, the words of his mentor providing a sense of inspiration.

“It took me years before I realized Pepper was the one, and when I did; I only waited like,” He tilts his head up in thought. “Eight years? Before putting a ring on it? Anyway, don’t do what I did.” He points a finger into Peter’s chest. “You’re too young to be afraid and fight the chemistry you so obviously have.”

Peter’s lips form an ‘o’ shape, eyebrows raised and feeling wrongly scrutinized. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Tony rolls his eyes. “Come on, kid, did you really think your puppy eyes and wagging tail went unnoticed by the rest of us?”

His eyes are blown wide now, tongue sputtering to his defense. “What—!” A disbelieving chuckle. “I-I don’t… Wait, are you saying I’m like a dog around her or something?”

“Or something, he says.” A ghost of a smirk on Tony’s lips. “It’s not a bad thing to be head over heels but have some class, man.”

Peter has so much to say but can’t form any words.

“Lost for words, I know, but don't be so lost when the time comes.” He says with a pat on his shoulder.

Peter nods, set on getting this right. “Okay.”

You love Love. She's your shadow, your lifeline. The perfect baby angel the gods could bestow their gift of life upon.

There's nothing you wouldn't do for her.

“The blue eyeshadow looks good on you, sissy.” She compliments you sweetly, with her adorable smile and kind eyes.

You tilt your head and smile. “You think so?”

She nods, folding her lips inward in concentration as she gently moves the makeup brush along your eyelids. “Mhm.”

“Thank you.” You say with closed eyes.

“You're welcome.”

She continues with her makeover, dusting your cheeks the brightest pink known.

“What color lippy should I do?”

You give yourself a once over in the mirror, thinking a nice blend between pink and red would be nice.

“I was thinking that, too.” She says with an excited gasp.

Morgan looks over then back at her own model.

“Am I pretty?” Peter bats his twinkling eyes at the young artist.

Morgan is quiet, studying her work before coming to a conclusion.

You peek an eye open, watching the two interact.

Even though shit is still kind of awkward between you and him, it feels nice babysitting together.

“More glitter.” She confirms, turning around to gather the silver sparkles.

He opens both eyes and waits patiently, a slight smile on his face. He hesitantly looks over in your direction but you close your eyes and straighten your back.

You don’t see his smile grow nor do you catch the way his eyes stay on your face for as long as he does.

“Hey, eyes closed.” Speaks the younger voice, prompting Peter to quit his ogling and resume his previous position.

Love notes it all. “I’m thirsty.” She announces.

You immediately move to get something. “You want the strawberry Ramune I got you?”

Your baby sister sports a toothy grin, nodding excitedly at the mention of the drink.

You affectionately rub her chin as you stand to get it.

Peter tilts his chin to watch you leave, causing Morgan to protest. “Hey, I’m not finished.”

He feels an urge to follow you. “I’m just gonna go get a drink, too. I’ll bring you back a soda, okay?”

Morgan hums, nodding coolly. “Coke.”

He smiles, pointing at her. “Coke, got it.”

Peter practically trips over himself catching up to you, a squeak from his feet giving away his presence.

You look up, surprised to see him. “Hey.”

He takes a breath. “Hi.”

You open the fridge to grab the drink, thinking this is the end of your conversation but he has another idea.

“I, um, have been meaning to try that drink.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Really?”

He blinks tightly, cringing at his approach. “Uhh, yeah…? Yeah, yeah, I-I’ve heard,” He scratches his ear in search of words. “Good things.”

You nod. “This one’s the only flavor I’ve had but it’s good. I like it.”

“No, yeah, I’m sure it’s great.”

The both of you wait for the other to speak, the silence growing awkward and making you antsy just as fast.

A click of your teeth. “We should head back.”

Those words, they bring back the memory of that night you brought up that same idea, and it pains him.

He watches you turn away but you don’t get too far.

“Wait.”

And you do. Your back is still turned to him.

He takes your non-responsiveness as a sign. “Can we talk?”

You turn around, not looking him in the eye to avoid raising your hopes.

Peter walks over to you, nervous at your quiet state. “I want to tell you how sorry I am.” He wrings his hands. “I didn't mean for us to stop being... us.”

You peer at him, slightly relaxed now.

“It's all my fault, with the way things ended that night and the fact that I'm a coward.”

You're a little confused but you listen regardless.

“But I'm here now, manning up to admit how wrong I was for that.“ He sighs deeply through his nose. “And I'm sorry.”

You stare back at him, your expression unreadable to him and making him even more anxious.

“As far as apologies go, that wasn't... terrible.” You finally say.

He blinks, cheeks lifting faintly at your sentence.

“But I'm still going to need more than that.”

“I know.” He nods in determination. “And I'll tell you, but...”

“But what?”

He gulps. He can't make you promise your friendship, this isn't middle school. If risking your friendship is the cost of owning up to his mistakes, then that's the price he has to pay.

“Nothing.” He murmurs. “Remember the night of Mr. Stark's party?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

“I was going to say how... you make me feel.”

Oh. Oh.

You blink, feeling that hope return to you once more.

He takes a few steps towards you, finding the strength to continue when you look him in the eye. “You're really pretty when you laugh and I love it when you send me the most random TikTok's late at night.”

Your heart flutters as he talks, feeling so seen by the one person you've wanted nothing more from.

“I don't want to say I have a crush on you because that sounds really childish,”

You laugh softly at that and he chuckles too, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

“But I do. And I'm sorry for being such an idiot about it.”

You soften up, and how could you not? This is everything you've wanted, and more.

“I could've saved myself a lot of trouble from your dumbass if I would've known earlier.” You tease slightly.

Peter hangs his head low in embarrassment. “I know, I know. And I'm really sorry, Y/n. I'll say it as much as you want.”

The desperation in his voice touches your heart. He really, truly wants you to know just how much of a sorry fool he is.

So you test him out. “Say it again.”

“I'm sorry.” He murmurs. “I'm truly,” He takes another step. “Very” One more. “Sorry.” Peter's eyes look between your own, the honesty in them is clear as day.

“You really are an idiot.” You say softly, watching his cheeks pull up as he snorts.

“I am.” He agrees.

Despite your playful teasing, you can't help but still feel unsatisfied. “Am I a bad friend if I said I still feel kind of dissatisfied?”

Peter immediately shakes his head. “No, no, no. You're not. I'm kind of surprised you're still my friend.”

“What?” You look at him bewildered. “Why wouldn't I be?”

“Because I just admitted to having romantic feelings for you and you don't feel the same.” He poses that as a rhetorical question but for some reason, expects an answer.

“Wow, bro, you’re stupid with two o’s.”

You look up, startled by another voice speaking.

What stares back at you both are the eyes of your best friends and baby sister, plus one Morgan Stark.

Peter is beyond horrified. “What the f—”

“Ay! Language.” Yelena scolds as Kate does her best to cover the little kids' ears.

You can't believe this. “What are you all doing up there? And how did you two get up there?!”

“Please don't be mad.” Love immediately interjects, her big eyes softening you up.

Yelena sighs, annoyed with how fast this situation derailed. “Forget about us, just continue.” She makes a shooing motion with her hand.

Kate smiles encouragingly and gives you both a thumbs up.

You scoff with squinted eyes and Peter debates killing himself but he has to know one thing before he does so.

“So, does this mean you...” He tilts his chin downwards, raising his eyebrows in suggestion.

You look back at him, feeling your nerves on fire. “...Yes.” You quietly admit.

“What was that?” Yelena asks very obnoxiously loud. “What did she say, I can't hear them.”

Kate puts a hand to her mouth and the kids follow, all of a sudden very invested in the scene unfolding before them.

“Yes?” He asks excitedly, a toothy grin on his face.

“Yes.” You repeat, endeared by his childlike expression.

The attic erupts into cheer, claps and whistles reverberate from the slits of the vent.

You laugh at your friends and Peter allows himself to smile as well, feeling very lucky this christmas.

“Kiss her!” Morgan yells emphatically.

Love's eyes widen at her friends' bold statement, her hands covering her breathy giggles.

Kate and Yelena share a knowing look. “Kiss her. Kiss her.” They softly chant, prompting the little ones to join in. “Kiss her. Kiss her.”

Peter's heart speeds up, not having anticipated this at all.

Your own head was spinning out but you refused to give in. This is ridiculous.

“You don't have to do this.” You assure. “We can do things at our own pace.”

“Noooo.” They whine.

You roll your eyes and are about to scold them when you feel something delicate press against your cheek.

Love and Kate gasp softly in awe as Yelena and Morgan look at each other in shock.

Unbeknownst to the small communion, a much larger group is gathered just outside and is just dying to voice their own opinions.

“Get off me.” Bucky's forehead wrinkles in disgust as Walker leans against him, trying to see. “Sorry.” The former US Agent mumbles, avoiding eye contact.

Everything's muffled and in slow-motion as you turn to face him. He's pink in the cheeks but you deduce that to be the blush Morgan painted him in.

A red lipstick mark is stamped vivaciously on your cheekbone and it burns at the touch.

Time catches back up to you as you look up at him through your eyelashes. He smiles, hands covering his eyes as he groans at the rousing of those in the attic.

You suddenly gain the courage to grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him down to stamp your own kiss-print onto his cheek.

Alexie roars in excitement and chest-bumps Banner, the two riled up at the scene.

Bucky begrudgingly fishes out ten bucks from his wallet and places it in Steve’s palm.

“It's like watching The Knicks finally win.” Sam says to no one, standing proudly.

Thor's eyes shine in the light.

“Are you... crying?” Tony asks accusingly.

The former sniffles. “What— no.” He clumsily wipes his eyes. “I am not.”