#tasm! peter

Even the hallways of your apartment building were filled with them. Your elderly neighbour was dragging her five dogs out for a walk (it explained the smell in the hall, at least) and there was a group of teenagers smoking something much stronger than tobacco in the stair-well. Your grocery bag ripping a few feet from your front door was the final straw.

"Peter!" you let out an exasperated sigh as you kicked open the door. "Did you not hear me calling from the hall?"

"Huh?"

Your boyfriend stuck his head up from the sofa, soft tufts of hair sticking up in a million directions and brown eyes tired with sleep. You'd clearly ruined his nap - not that you had much sympathy for him. More like jealousy.

"My bag..." you trailed off, deciding it wasn't worth it. "Don't worry. Can you just help me unpack the shopping?"

"Yeah, of course," Peter hopped up, over to the kitchen in a flash. "Man, am I happy to see you."

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back against his chest. You didn't mean to ignore his affection, but you just wanted to get shit done and pass out on the sofa. You could be all over him then. That meant for now, if he wanted hug you, he'd have to awkwardly shuffle around the kitchen whilst attached to you. To no-one's surprise, that was exactly what he did.

Peter pressed a kiss to the back of your head. "The oven broke again by the way."

"Seriously?" you groaned. "That's gonna take ten years for maintenance to fix."

The only thing worse than the crowds in New York was the housing. Unless you were a millionaire, there wasn't much on offer. The estate agent had called your apartment a steal, but with its terrible lighting and thin walls, you had to disagree. It had been the first place you and Peter had got together after high school and it felt like home now. That didn't mean the real estate gods didn't test you every now and then by blowing up an appliance or bursting a pipe.

"It's okay, we can use the microwave."

"Yeah," you forced a smile. "Did you send off the cheque for the gas bill?"

You felt Peter tense up behind you. That was a no.

"Peter," you groaned, turning around to face him. Despite you attempts to elbow him off of you, he stayed pretty stuck. "I asked you to do it three days ago."

"I forgot. I'm sorry-"

" - so the oven probably isn't broken," you cut him off. "The gas company have cut us off, most likely. And no gas means no oven."

"I'll do it tomorrow," he gave you a goofy smile. "I promise."

"Yeah, okay," you let out a small sigh of defeat. He was hard to argue with.

You felt bad nagging him; you didn't want to sound like his Aunt May, but you could have sworn the boy had undiagnosed ADHD. He worked his ass off at night to protect New York, but his day-job as a freelance photographer had dried up. That meant most of the financial burden fell on your shoulders, which had been fine when it was just a temporary thing. Temporary had lasted almost six months by that point and Peter forgetting basic things you asked him to do was starting to get to you. Coming home to empty take out boxes and piles of washing up after a ten hour shift wasn't fun.

Your eyes landed on a strewn pizza box half way across the room. You let out a groan. It had flies on it.

"Pete," you sighed. "How old is that?"

"Oh, like two days," he pressed a kiss to your nose. "The one I got today is - I mean, I didn't order one today-"

"- Peter!" you groaned.

Spiderman needed to be fed. You got that. What Spiderman didn't need to do was order another fucking pizza when there was enough food in the fridge.

"I was hungry!"

"There's food in the fridge," you reminded him.

"You sound like my Aunt May," he muttered.

"And you're acting like the teenage boy that used to live with her," you shot back. "You're twenty four now, Pete."

"Thank you, I think?"

You rolled your eyes. "I mean you can cook for yourself. I'm not working fifty hour weeks to make ends meet just so you can spend it all on-"

"- I'm finding work," he cut you off. "There's just a lotta crime right now! You know how I feel about crime."

"We all feel that way about crime," you grumbled. "I'm just tired is all. Spiderman is great but it doesn't pay the bills."

Peter blinked in surprise. "I thought you liked Spiderman."

"Why are we talking about him like he's a third person in our relationship?" you huffed. "What I mean is that you need to start balancing this life with that one, because you can find a job and help old ladies cross the goddamn road!"

He almost reeled backwards, finally releasing you from his grip. Okay so yeah, that had been a low blow on your part. He did a lot more than just help get cats outta trees. He'd saved New York like...multiple times. It was just that this whole thing was either an issue of Peter being too tired from Spiderman-ing to have a life in the day, or he was using it as an excuse. You didn't know what worse, but you did know that you were tired.

You'd been in love since you were teenagers and sometimes, you still argued like kids. Maturing into an adult relationship was a learning curve.

"Yeah, well maybe we wouldn't need to worry so much about money if you hadn't spent four years at a fancy art school for a useless degree!"

Maybe you deserved that. At the very least, you had to admit you'd thrown the first punch.

"At least I went to college!" you snapped. "How's the self-employment going, huh? The last gig you had was taking pictures for our school newspaper!"

"I took photos at your cousin's wedding, remember?"

"Only because my mum got you the gig!" you snorted.

"God, you're starting to sound like her-"

"- don't bring my mother into this!"

"You brought her into this!" Peter waved his hands in the air. "So hah! I win!"

"You have pizza on your chin," you grimaced. "I don't think you do win, babe."

"At least I'm doing something I enjoy," he continued. "I'm not working at a soulless job doing work that I hate. Spiderman might not pay but hey, at least it counts for something more than wasting my time in a hospitality job!"

Peter regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. He could practically see them float from his mind and into the air - he wanted to swat them away, catch them with a net, shove them back in to his stupidly loud gob. He knew he'd fucked up. The seething look on your face confirmed it.

"Oh my god," he murmured. "I didn't mean that. I did not mean that. I am so, so sorry. You are the light of my life and I love you and I do not think-"

"- fuck you, Parker."

The next few seconds were a blur of your angry face. a middle finger, and the slam of your bedroom door.

--

Your apartment might have been shitty, but hell, at least it had a bath tub.

Once you'd soaked in there for an hour and washed off the smell of chip grease, you felt a lot better. You put on an old hoodie of Peter's and some pyjama shorts; you might have been angry at him but his clothes were comfy as hell. Maybe the fact they smelt like him was nice too.

It was hard to avoid him in such a small space, but you found an old book and curled up in the old sofa by your window. It was a nice place to sit and stew - not that you had much to think about. What you said - however insultingly - was true. You were more scared that Peter's words were as well. He knew how lost you'd been since finishing college. It felt like all your friends were going off and getting high paying jobs in their fields; starting families and buying houses. Meanwhile, you'd been at the Moondance Diner since you were nineteen years old. Your apartment had the structural integrity of a piece of lasagne and you really had no idea where your life was going. The only good thing in it was Peter - even if he had a tendency to run his fucking mouth.

After a few hours, there was a knock on the door.

"Heeeey," Peter's voice came from the other side. "Can I come in?"

"That depends," you called back. "Are you gonna slag off any more of my life choices?"

The door creaked open and Peter stuck his head around. "No."

"Then please," you gestured to the bed. "Do enter, Lord Parker. I hope being in the presence of a petty little food server such as myself won't harm you, permitting that you even let me breathe the same fucking air as you-"

"- okay, enough!" he groaned (but you could see him fighting back a smile).

He made his way over to the chair, kneeling down in front of you. He took your book out your hands and took them in his. It seemed like a good sign that you didn't stop him.

"I did not mean a single word that I said," Peter softly said. "I just knew that you were right about everything and apparently, I'd rather be a complete asshole than admit it."

You gave him a little smile. "I hate my job, Pete. I'm terrified I'll be stuck there forever. I don't know what I'm doing with my life and it freaks me out when you make comments like that."

"I know, baby," he murmured, giving your hands a squeeze. "I'm proud of you, whatever happens. Whether you wanna wait tables for the rest of your life or become a busker on the subway, I will support you. I promise."

"There's still the issue of money," you reminded him. "I didn't word it the best, but-"

"- I need to get off my ass, I know," he said. "I think I've worked out a way to get money."

Your eyebrows shot up. "You have?"

"I just sold like fifty Spiderman selfies to The Daily Bugle for $2000 bucks," he gave you a lopsided grin. "I can't say my ego is in tact but that's our rent made for the month."

"Oh my god," you dropped your head against his shoulder, letting out a groan. "Please don't turn Spiderman into a social media star just for my sake."

"I'm not, I promise," he chuckled. "I can get some more...dignified photos and sell them to legit papers. It'll put my name out there to other news sites and it'll get me more gigs."

"That's amazing," you smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "That's a job."

"We'll see," Peter stood up. He pulled you up from the chair and pulled back the covers of the bed.

You both climbed underneath them - he did an awkward shuffle dance for a moment as he kicked off his shirt and jeans. Part of you half expected him to pull out the Spiderman suit in their place. He had been going out every night recently.

"So, are we good?" Peter gently asked. He rolled over to face you, pressing his forehead to yours. "I never want to go to sleep knowing we're not good."

"Yeah," you nodded. "We are."

"Perfect."

"Aren't you going out tonight?"

"Nope," Peter pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "M'very happy here with you."

Your mom dies, your dad is back from the ‘dead’ and the world’s most annoying, eccentric billionaire. Your boyfriend is a superhero who, apparently, learned the multiverse is a real thing and refused to touch on the subject anymore for fear of ‘timey-wimey anomalies’ and all that stuff. Then, your ‘dead’ dad moves to your side of the country, buys a tower, starts to build it and put things together all the while he nearly: died of palladium poisoning, had a giant Russian nearly kill him, his best friend got his own suit, and the pirate-looking guy came back around.

Again.

This was very, very weird. Okay? 

It seemed like in such a short amount of time, things were getting even more weirder than usual. Hell, you thought that growing up having a guy run around dressed as a spider was fucking weird. Imagine how strange and unusual it was that your new norm was your father flying around in a red and gold suit to save the day?

Horrific.

To top it all off, you caved.

To be fair, it took you awhile. At first you rejected working at Stark Industries, which was fine, because with all the drama in Tony’s life and trying to fix up that building, it was just taking far, far too long to move everything to the East Coast. Hell, sometimes he was still going over to the West Coast to deal with his empire.

But, when it seemed like Tony was grooming you to work at the company alongside Pepper and leave your current job because of his illness, when you realized that SHIELD seemed just as shady and questionable as every other government agency you had considered after working with them for awhile, when working freelance was just too difficult and annoying to sift through the serious inquiries against the Stark stalkers, well, you realized that maybe it was time to see how Stark Industries would work with you joining them. 

That leads us to today, your first day working at Stark Industries, and you already had a sense of dread. You’d been in the bathroom all night shooting your anxiety into the porcelain throne and listening to Peter’s jokes about you trying to kill him in his own home. To Peter’s credit, he did say if you had this much dread working for him, that you didn’t have to, that you could just do anything else you wanted, but there was a part of you, maybe it was sick and twisted, that just had to know what Stark Industries would be like.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you took a shower and put on your clothes for the day. Tony gave you a start time, and whether it was your poor quality of sleep your desire to constantly rebel and piss him off, you were electing to generously ignore his request.

Entering the kitchen, you saw your boyfriend standing behind your usual seat at the kitchen table, drumming his fingers on the back of your seat while he smiled at you.

Peter also had his fair share of drama. Almost two years later, and Peter’s lab work was slowly but surely making progress, but his work as Spider-Man seemed to be moving at a much faster pace. There was a Vulture guy, someone who you think might have been named Kraven? You couldn’t remember, but it was all utterly chaotic, and that didn’t even count all the other various gangs and mob bosses on a daily basis. 

It was because of his desire to fight these sorts of crimes and stay on the street-level to protect the little guy that Peter refused to have anything to do with SHIELD, plus, well, his father did have a few words to say about that as well. Besides, Peter owed his life to being down in the streets with his favorite New Yorkers. After all, if he was too busy fighting aliens and galactic stuff, how could he have ever met you?

Although, to be fair, he definitely met you on accident. And, of course, he fell out of a portal. But his reasoning was that it was on a street — well, it was in an alley. That still counts, right?

“Did you make waffles for breakfast?” You asked with a smile on your face as you approached the kitchen.

“I actually made pancakes, and they came out absolutely disgusting, so I ordered some waffles. Look, look, I got Nutella and strawberries to go with it. And, and, and?” Peter ran to the refrigerator, yanked the door open, and dramatically fanned his arm out to the side to show the door, “We have whipped cream.”

“Are you sure? I thought we used it all on Friday night for human sundaes,” you leaned over the counter while Peter checked the can. You watched as he frowned and shook the empty can in his mouth before expertly tossing it into the recycling bin.

“Okay, so we don’t have that. But we have breakfast, and you’re going to have a magical day,” Peter said as he came around the counter and rested his hands on your hips. “It’ll be fine. You two get along better than you think.”

“I don’t know. He’s annoying.”

“Right, and you’re not?”

“Hey!” You pouted while he laughed and squished your cheeks in his hands before he pressed a kiss on your forehead. “Dickhead.”

“You happen to like my dick head, so,” Peter shrugged easily and escorted you to your seat. “It’ll be okay. Pepper will be there! You love Pepper.”

“Yeah. I’m not sure how she dealt with him for so long,” you sighed and sat down while Peter grabbed a strawberry and brought it to your lips. You spotted Peter’s hand, opened your mouth, and let him place the strawberry slice in your mouth, playfully biting the tip of his finger. He hissed and pouted before playfully squeezing your thigh and sliding into the other seat. Your shoulder sagged as you looked to him,“This is fine. Right?”

“It’s fine, honey,” Peter smiled softly as he stared at you. “You’re going to do great things, trust me.”

“Okay…” you sighed dramatically and grabbed your fork. “Hey, since there’s a multiverse — “

“No —“

“Do you think there’s one where Tony also has a kid? What’s she like, or he? Does he have a daughter in every universe? How —“

“I don’t know, and I couldn’t tell you anyway,” Peter told you.”

“But you trusted Happy because you saw him —“

“I —“ he paused for a moment as he stared at you and thought back to the day they learned your original name would’ve been some variation of MJ. Peter took a deep breath and shook his head, “I think you should focus on our universe and our life, no?”

“So boring,” you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Oh, really? You didn’t say that the other night,” Peter quipped. “In fact, I think it was along the lines of, mmf-hmph! mhm—“

Face burning in embarrassment even though no one was around to hear him tease you, you hurled a strawberry at his cheek. Peter was laughing hysterically as he let it land on his cheek, holding his gut and cackling while you hid your face in shame.

“Hey, no need to be embarrassed. We’ve practically perfected web bondage. I mean, did we rip off your mustache a little bit last time? Yes. We should probably stick to regular gags, but — ah!”

Peter jumped out of his chair and ran away from you as you jumped out and chased him. You cornered him into the bedroom where he let you spear him onto the bed. You grabbed your pillow and put it over his face. Leaning forward, you shushed him and told him to go to sleep while he flailed dramatically beneath you before going still.

Peter flipped you quickly after that, straddling your waist with his thighs while he laughed into the crook of your neck after tossing the pillow away. You were a giggling mess beneath him as one hand wound its way through his hair and the other ran up and down his back.

“I have to go,” he murmured after a few minutes of this cuddling. He pecked your neck before leaning up and kissing your lips. “Do you need a ride to work?”

“Uh,” you thought about it before being interrupted by your phone. Peter shot his web across the room to grab it and hand it to you. Checking the phone, you shook your head. “Nope, he told me it’s a late start because he wants to work on something tonight. So….”

“I’ll pick you up tonight when you guys are done, then,” Peter nodded and kissed you a third time before getting up. “Eat your breakfast! Take your vitamins, all that good shit.”

You shook your head and sat up just as he poked his head back into the bedroom, “Yes, Parker?”

He shot you a toothy grin, “I love you, Y/N.”

He still made your face heat up every time he said that, “I love you too, Peter. Now go! Don’t be late!”

“Who, me?” He called out to you as he grabbed his waffles, made a sandwich of it, and headed to the fire escape. “Never!”

Shaking your head, you flopped back down into bed and stared at the ceiling.

If only your mother could see you now, an amazing relationship, some sort of companionship with your father, a new place, an entirely new life for you. It was unlike anything you could’ve imagined. You wish she was here to celebrate it with you.

~*~

Late in the afternoon, you arrived at Stark Tower. It was more put together now than it had been, that’s for sure. Hell, it basically looked like it was finally completed and had some employees move in already.

You got off at the designated floor, the penthouse you had seen when Tony first bought the building. You quickly thought back to the day where you all met Nick Fury hiding in the darkness. You shook your head as you stepped out of the elevator and spotted Tony and Pepper immediately.

Tony was sitting on the sofa with an arm around the back. One leg crossed over the other as he whispered something in Pepper’s ear. You watched as she laughed and leaned forward to rest her head on his shoulder as she muttered that he was deplorable.

“Spawn in the room,” you announced your presence as you stepped off of the elevator. Neither one jumped away like they’d been caught red-handed. Instead, they turned and greeted you with smiles. Well, Pepper smiled. Tony raised an eyebrow.

“You’re late.”

“You told me to come in late.”

“Right, and that was after you should’ve been here. So, technically, still late,” Tony said while Pepper sighed and lightly smacked his thigh. “What? It’s true.”

“It’s nice to see you, Y/N.” She said, loudly, and over Tony’s voice. “Come here, we were just going over the blueprints.”

“Yes, you can finally see what I’ve been working on that you’ve been denying yourself of,” Tony explained as raised his hands and brought the blueprints to life in hologram form. 

“The holograms? Yeah, I know. I installed them for SHIELD because they couldn’t understand the blueprints you sent.”

“Yeah, I thought that’d be funny, really give them a test, yet only my Spawn could understand it. How precious,” Tony quipped. “But, no. I mean this, the tower. It’s going to run on arc reactor energy, completely clean. I’m going to give it a test run tonight and I want you to be a part of it.”

You blinked, “Why?”

“Eh, feels like this should be some father-daughter type of shit,” Tony shrugged casually, refusing to show an ounce of feelings of parental desire. 

 That wasn’t very, well, strange at this point. See, Tony hiding the fact that he was dying certainly put a strain on the relationship you two had been building. Pepper and Peter theorize it’s causing the two of you to put each other at a distance to not have any feelings hurt. Again. Both feel like you two are stunted morons and are waiting to see you two sobbing in each other’s arms one day.

You’re their favorite idiots, though.

“Okay, then. A very, very large arc reactor to power an entire building —“

“And part of it is underwater but that’s neither here nor there and we have nothing illegal or questionable to worry about,” Tony said.

You looked to Pepper who nodded, “I took care of it.”

“Great,” You set your bag down on a chair and rubbed your hands together. “Okay, then. What can I do?”

Later that evening, surrounded by containers of takeout and a bottle of champagne that had yet to be open, you and Pepper were hanging around the workbench while Tony was flying out to dive under the Hudson and take the tower off the grid.

While he was doing this, the elevator doors opened and Peter was exiting the elevator and heading towards you with a smile on his face and a black jewelry box in his hand. When you turned around and spotted the box, you tilted your head to the side curiously while Pepper beamed and greeted him.

“Hey, Peter. How are you?”

“I’m great, Ms. Potts, thanks. How are you doing? Still sane after being with these two?”

“I think sane is a debatable term in their presence,” Pepper teased.

“Okay. Rude,” you nodded while Peter leaned in and kissed you. “Hi there.”

He grinned, “Hey. Look, I got you something —“

“Peter, this seems potentially expensive — “

“Just open it,” Peter insisted, pushing the box into your hands.

You glanced over your shoulder at Pepper who smirked to herself and turned around, focusing her attention on Tony and the work he was doing. You weighed the box in your hands for a few seconds before lifting the lid. What you found inside made you cackle quickly before reaching your hand in. Peter watched in utter delight as you lifted up a brand new stun gun in your favorite color, “You didn’t!”

“I did,” Peter beamed. “I know you lost yours, and you kept forgetting to get a new one, so I got you a brand-new, trusty tool for self-defense.”

“You are a sweet man, Parker. Thank you,” You cupped his chin and gave him a kiss before spinning around and waving the weapon around with glee. Peter shook his head as he set down his jacket and backpack and walked up to the desk to inquire what Tony was working on.

Pepper explained what was happening while Tony was working. When he announced that he was returning and that all they had to do was the work on their end, you happily pressed the button while Pepper spoke to Tony.

And flirted.

You looked at Pepper with a mock expression of horror while she shot you a wink and continued on.

“How are we doing?” Tony asked as he approached. “Looks operational. Am I a god or what?  Ladies, how does it feel to know an absolute genius while also being absolute geniuses — Oh, hey, Cummy Parker.”

“Tony!” Pepper hissed quietly.

Peter shook his head, “Hey, Tony. Nice tower.”

“Thank you. Maybe one day you too can be this brilliant,” Tony teased, his back to you as he leaned in to kiss Pepper, all the while you ere slowly raising your taser. 

Peter caught this and slowly lowered your hand, even though it would be amazing to see you stun him.

Again.

You looked up at Peter and pouted while Pepper and Tony were flirting, pouring champagne, and moving into the living room. Peter smiled down at you and shot you a wink before kissing your forehead and coaxing the stun gun back into the case.

Suddenly the elevator doors opened, and you all turned to see Agent Phil Coulson entering the party.

“Security breach! It’s on you,” Tony told Pepper as the two of them stood up from the sofa.

“Hey, Coulson,” You smiled and waved to the agent as Pepper greeted him.

"Phil, hi!” She smiled brightly.  “Come in.”

“Phil?" Tony questioned as she quickly made her way over to him.

“I can’t stay,” he nodded to Pepper before glancing at you and Peter. “Ms. L/N, Mr. Parker, it’s good to see you both as well. However, I’m afraid I’m afraid I come with business.”

“That’s okay, Phil,” Peter began.

Tony scoffed, “What is happening? His first name is ‘Agent.’ Never forget that,” Tony replied. 

Ignoring Tony, as one must do to deal with him, Phil lifted the portfolio tucked under his arm and attempted to hand it to Tony while saying they needed him to look at it. Tony, of course, did not like to be handed things, so Pepper took it from him, gave him champagne, and then handed the portfolio to Tony.

“Should I be here for this?” Peter leaned down to whisper in your ear as they talked about the Avenger Initiative. “After all, I said no.”

“As did I, and Tony was rejected. You’re fine, Peter,” you replied back in a whisper. “But, you know, at least you weren’t rejected.” You said loudly, locking eyes with your father.

“Apparently I’m volatile, self-obsessed, don’t play well with others,” Tony explained as he brought the device over to his workbench. 

“Well, who doesn’t know that?” Pepper quipped to Phil who smiled ever so slightly.

“This isn’t about personality profiles anymore,” Phil insisted.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Tony brushed him off. “Ms. Potts, can I have you over here for a second.”

Pepper excused herself, leaving you, Peter, and Phil to stand around each other while they spoke quietly. You paused your lips and nodded a few times as you shoved your hands into the pockets of your slacks. “So, how’s SHIELD?”

“Good, good. We took care of that New Mexico problem,” Phil explained. “You were right, mythical weaponry definitely only moved for one reason.”

You smirked, “I told you so.”

Peter balked. “Wait. What happened in New Mexico?’

“Classified,” Phil told Peter. “But it could very easily be unclassified, should your career aspirations desire a change. You’d be a wonderful team player. Actually, we’d like you in on this as well.”

“Leave the kids out of it,” Tony’s voice was heard across the room, arm waving back at Phil while he kept his eyes on the holograms of various people fighting in front of him. “They stay out of it.”

You rolled your eyes, “We can make our own decisions.”

“You couldn’t even decide what you wanted for lunch today,” Tony answered. “They stay out if it, far, far out of it.”

“I think he’s still upset that giant Russian guy threatened you,” Peter said quietly before turning to Phil. “I’ve got my own work down here, but if you guys need me, I’m just a phone call away.” Peter blinked for a moment, wondering if this man knew of his other identity. “I mean, well — “

“We’ll keep that in mind, Spider-Man,” Phil winked and turned his attention to an approaching Pepper who asked for a ride to the airport. Phil said his goodbyes and left with Pepper.

You and Peter joined Tony’s side, curious as to what he was studying. You and Peter were marveling at what was being displayed, all the while, Peter was thinking about what an Avenger was, his mind going back to the young Peter Parker he had met right before he met you.

“Wow,” you trailed off. “So that’s what they did after New Mexico. Loki Laufeyson, interesting,” you mumbled to yourself as your eyes went to the blue cube. “This looks dangerous.”

“This looks like it’s not in your job description. “Tony quickly put it away. “You two need a ride somewhere?”

“I’ve got us covered,” Peter spoke up.

“Good. Beat it, I’ve got some work to do. Try not to get kidnapped or anything, would ya?” Tony said as you and Peter started to walk towards the balcony. 

“I’ll leave the kidnappings to you,” you replied as you wrapped your arms around Peter’s shoulders. You looked at Tony and sighed watching him bring everything back up to study over. You then turned your attention to Peter, “Be gentle with this drop. I’m still not used to this.”

Peter snickered to himself, “That’s not what you said last night —“

“You’re disgusting, go home!” Tony roared as he fought off the potential trauma this could induce in him.

Arriving at home after picking up some takeout, you and Peter climbed onto the sofa together, limbs tangled up in one another’s as you both put on a movie to watch while you ate.

“Do you think they’ll call for help?” Peter asked you after a few minutes of silence.

“Nah,” you shook your head as you took a bite of food. “We’ll probably see them fuck something up on the news, though.”

Peter nodded and stared at the TV, “So, did you know Captain America was back?”

You cleared your throat, “That’s classified, Peter. I mean, why would I, of Stark DNA working with SHIELD, know of Captain America’s return?”

“You fucking knew didn’t you?”

Above image was originally posted by @petpacks

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Masterlist Peter Parker Masterlist

You've just finished making dinner when you hear the soft knocking on the window. You wiped your hands on the kitchen towel, a slight smile on your lips as you were looking forward to a night with your boyfriend.

After 6 months of dating, even before you knew Peter was Spider-Man, he had made it a point for either of you to spend Saturday evenings at the other's house- whether it was a simple movie or just dinner, he wanted at least one day a week of holding you close. It was something both of you looked forward to.

Once you found out about his crime fighting alias, he came to you after patrol whenever he was nearby, making sure not to be followed.

The window slides open as you walk towards it, Peter in his Spider-Man suit climbing inside. He removes his mask, brown hair in a fluffy mess, and immediately embraces you.

"Hey love, everything ok? Are you hurt?" you asked, concerned at his action, your hand unconsciously moving to comb through his hair, something you did to calm him down when he was nervous. He says a muffled 'no', and you let out the breath you had been holding. Peter had come home injured many times and though he healed fast, you never wanted to see him hurt like that.

Your heart broke when you heard the sniffling noise that issued from your boyfriend, whose face was buried in the crook of your neck.

You slightly part from his arms so that you can look at him. You place your hand against his cheeks and turn his head towards your face. He leans into your touch, forehead resting against yours. His eyes are moist; tears brimming them, threatening to fall.

You slowly guide him towards the bed, both sitting down on it. You don't push him to tell you anything, and he is thankful. Having to fight crime is hard, especially when he is just a college student, still figuring out his life. He already feels better now, with you holding him close.

He tries to keep his tears back, but he knows even if he does cry, you would never judge him. He had cried the day he told you about his family- his parents, Uncle Ben, and Gwen. You accepted it all- everything about him. You have supported him in every decision he has taken.

"Bad day" he says after a while of silence. You look into his brown eyes, the same ones that have an amused glint when he tells you something funny, the ones that gleam with excitement when he explains some science thing to you, the ones that have gazed adoringly into yours so many times. Today they are sad, but they still have their shine. The fire in them is still there- the same fire that makes him help the people of the city so selflessly. You wipe the few tears that manage to fall.

"First I was late to my test because some villain decided it was a nice time to attack the zoo, and he managed to get away. Then I miss out on the last few questions on my test. The manager of my part time job told me to do something, that I messed up and got scolded for. Then there's a robbery in a bank and one of the robbers gets away- and I- I just I couldn't help them and-"

His voice cracks in the end and he lets out a heart wrenching sob, and you carefully pull him into your chest." shh... It's ok Love.. " you cooed, rubbing his back gently. It's better for him to let it out."It's alright..." you continued to talk to him in quiet, comforting whispers until he calmed down enough to talk.

He knew it was somewhat of an overreaction, but it had been hard for him, the last few weeks he had been stressed at school and had gotten less sleep than usual.

Peter was always afraid that he would not be able to help everyone. Though today no one had gotten injured, he knew he wasn't at his best, and that scared him. That he could not reach them in time. Not able to save them…. Just like he couldn't save Gwen.

"None of it is your fault, ok? We can't help everyone, in the end we're just human Peter." you said, continuing to hold him so he knew you were with him.

"You help people because you want to. And that's the best thing we can do. Want to do something for change." you said, he nodded slightly, but he was still doubting, from how his body was slightly stiff against yours.

"Peter, you are the best person I've ever met. You've done so much for the people. You have helped in every way you can to make the city safer. And I'm so proud of you for who you are." you kissed him on the forehead and tilted his head towards your face, making sure he looked in your eyes before you continued. "With and without the mask. Because with the mask you are Spider-Man. Brave. Selfless. The hero every logical person appreciates and loves" Peter laughed a little at the last statement, his mind going to Jameson.

"And without the mask," you continued " You are Peter Parker. Kind. Gentle. Nerdy. The light of my life" you said, looking deeply in his doe eyes- it amazed you how fast you could get lost in them. "So never feel bad for something you did or couldn't do ok? Because I know for a fact anyone who says or even thinks anything bad about you will have to go through your girlfriend, and I've heard she can be pretty wild if something like that comes to her notice"

Peter genuinely smiles at that "Really?" he asks, looking up at you "I've not seen your wild side that much."

"That's because you've been on my good side" you answered, hand moving his hair out of his eyes. " And you'll be as long as you're nice to yourself Pete. I couldn't think what I'd do without you by my side"

"I will bug" he says, bringing his forehead to yours as your arms wrap around his neck, your lips brushing lightly against his.

"I love you" it's not a new confession. He knows you do and have been for the last 2 years, but it warms his heart as if it's the first everytime you say it. He brings his hands up to your face, thumb gentle as it brushes against your lower lip.

"I love you more" he says before closing the distance to kiss you sweetly.

You both bask in the comfortable silence that surrounds you, until you tell him to eat dinner with you.

You were the light to every darkness that he had in his life and there was nothing you couldn't brighten up.