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bruised lover

peter parker x reader

summary: in which peter parker comes to your solace and aid after a long night, and he tells you what he truly feels

word count: 1,337

warnings: fluff because i love fluff! slight angst maybe, mentions of blood and wounds (reader uses she/her pronouns bc i had no idea how to use the second pov yet so i apologize)

a/n: if this is your gif please let me know! this is like the first peter parker fic i wrote and published on ao3 :) hope you all enjoy.

MASTERLIST

Young love—it’s foolish, sentimental, florid, hellacious, stupid, fun, painful.

Neither of them knew what love was.

When Peter met her, he was astonished, to say the least. In all his life, he had never witnessed such beauty; he’d seen numerous things as Spider-Man—some perilously terrifying and some rather appealing. But when his eyes laid upon her, she was a medley of both insidious and captivating.

No, he wouldn’t call it ‘love at first sight.’ Peter never truly knew who the girl was. He was the sort of guy to fall in love after getting to know someone. He simply found her unbelievably gorgeous that it made him halt in his paths, alter his cadence and preclude his breath.

They became friends almost instantly. And as much as Peter didn’t desire to fall for her, Ned would annoyingly reiterate and indicate that Peter always would subconsciously stare at her with an almost slacked jaw and star-filled eyes. He disavowed it- staring didn’t mean he was in love. It could represent admiration, or he was just adhered in his head thinking about her in outlandish imaginative panoramas where each of them included Peter and her as a couple.

Besides, he felt as if though the feelings were unrequited and he compelled himself to desolate his emotions aside and concentrate on the duties and commitments he resumed to harbor as Spider-Man lived.

She discovered that Peter Parker was the masked vigilante not even a year into their friendship. She had been in his room, dropping off his omitted homework after skipping the last three classes due to disputes. She had latched the window Peter left open on purpose so he could effortlessly slip inside.

It took him five seconds to realize the window was sealed, and because of his immediate reflexes, he unexpectedly disembarked on the wall above his window and ricocheted to the ground, spraining his ankle.

At that moment she had no hint on who he was, but after peeking out the window and witnessing that he had yanked his mask off, her eyes enlarged and got her mouth sheathed in webs a second later.

It was similar to when Ned found out, except this time he had to web her mouth shut for a solid two hours.

And she didn’t talk to him for two days because of that.

She didn’t get mad that he lied to her. Surprisingly, she was calm the entire time he had to explain how he was Spider-Man (because her mouth was webbed shut, she couldn’t exactly complain, couldn’t she?), but that didn’t mean she didn’t become upset right after.

Peter understood- he lied to the girl he liked in a repudiating manner.

Now here he is, outside the emergency exit of her apartment. She was home alone, in her bedroom, listening to music as she switched from the other side of the room and back to her desk, a textbook in hand and notes strewed all around. It was finals- Peter studied during patrols with the little flash cards she gave him that he kept in his pocket.

He felt bad having to disturb her from studying, but he’ll feel even worse when he dies right outside her window from bleeding profusely.

Peter knocked on her window. She looked up, glasses slipping on the bridge of her nose and strands of hair falling from her loose ponytail. Even if she looked tired, with dark bags underneath her enthralling eyes and a pen stuck between her fetching lips, she still resembled the quintessence of beauty as the day he met her.

He smiled sheepishly while the pen in her mouth dropped from her abrupt stand. Clumsily, she pries her window open with flail fingers. Peter almost fell in if it wasn’t for her hands that went to his shoulders.

“Hi,” he whispered softly. “Listen, so I was dragged by a car from the 19th Avenue. I think- I think the road and I, we just developed into something more. We got great chemistry.”

“Oh, Jesus,” she didn’t laugh. Of course she wouldn’t- her look resembled tumultuous disdain, worried by the blood around his tattered suit, en masse. “What happened? Why’d you get dragged by a car?”

Peter coughed as she brought him to her bed, watching as she pulled the first-aid kit from underneath. She had it ready in preparation for moments like these, and he blushed when he remembered how he caught her watching videos at YouTube on how to clean and treat certain bruises.

“I was chasing this man. He had some weird tech in his van.” He explained. “I almost got hit by one of those weapon of theirs. Knocked me off.”

She remained quiet, only letting out a hum of understatement. Peter fell silent too, distracted himself by looking at her to numb out the pain he faintly felt when she rubbed alcohol over his gashes.

He wanted to tell her how he felt- how he loved her. He had the confidence underneath the mask, but without it, he felt as if he were merely a young boy filled with spasmodic nervousness and futile cowardice. But around her, regardless of the mask, he was a stuttering mess.

Love is veraciously malignant when fooled with dishonesty. Despite the cruel apathy it brought upon those who are under in it, sometimes love can be iridescently sentimental; love is etymologically pleasing yet disdainful to the fools and the lonely.

Peter loved her truly, madly, deeply. He was a fool in love with a sophisticated scrupulous woman. The saddest fear of his crept in, how she didn’t love him back- how she would never love him back because he lived two lives, and she wanted the other life with the sanguine, impregnably strong one.

Too lost in his thoughts, he hadn’t realize that she’d been calling his name softly, her hand on top of his. Now he had the chance, even if he was half naked in front of her, covered in horrifying cuts and purple hues.

“Are you alright?” she asked. “I almost thought you died there with your eyes open…”

“Uh, yeah,” he stammered, swallowing thickly. “Listen, I’m in love with you.”

If Peter said that he hadn’t envisioned the surprised, wordless, appalled countenance on your face, it would be a lie. He’d been with her through every story she told Peter regarding the boys who claimed that they loved her only to conclude with her weeping by the end of the month beneath the rain with a pint of ice cream in her hand and inside Peter’s arms.

She had the same expression on her face when he witnessed her second boyfriend confess his love for her, yet at those times, she wasn’t silent for a solid minute unlike now.

Bur what happened next was nothing he’s ever seen nor experienced before.

“Why now?” she’s skeptical, yet a small smile was etched on her face.

“What?”

“I mean, why now? When I’m fixing you up. Oh my God, are you dying? Is that why?”

Peter laughed at the sudden panic on her face. Gently, he placed his hand over hers, stopping her from continuing to place the alcohol over his already clean cuts. “I said it now because, well, why not? I mean, I could say it any time I want. I’m just…too afraid to do so.”

When her hand laid gently on the center of his bare chest and crashed her lips on his, all he felt was the adamant devotion he felt for her since the beginning that regurgitated around his head. Peter gently kissed her back, hand on her cheek and the base of her back.

He had only imagined her reaction to either be somewhat mad that they had ruined their perfect friendship or endearingly accept his love. But never in a way where they would be kissing with him looking like a bruised lover on top of her bed.

But he chose to accept this way. Frankly, it seemed better.

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imbackhome

3 years ago

OMG yes part 2!!!!!! THIS IS A MASTERPIECE

Arranged Marriage | T.H

Pairings: Mob!Tom x reader

Warnings: mentions of sex

Summary: reader who is the daughter to the most notorious mob boss in London is forced to marry mob boss Tom

A/N: part 2?? Let me know!

Standing in front of the large full length mirror, you glance at yourself in the reflection while your mother hurried around you, arranging the long train of your long dress and tightening the straps on your shoulders. A veil was perched on top of your curls, a golden tiara encrusted with white diamonds kept it pinned into place. Your mother stole a quick glance at your face in the mirror, and instantly stopped fussing over you to place a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Sweetheart,” she began, sympathy evident in her tone as she watched a single tear slide down your cheek. “You know your father wouldn’t of arranged this marriage if he didn’t think it was the right thing to do.” Grabbing a tissue from the dresser, she gently dabbed at your tear stained face, careful not to smudge your makeup.

“How is signing your only daughter over to a mobster without her knowledge the right thing to do, mum?” That heartbreaking question was the first time you spoke all morning since the night before, when your father announced the news for your marriage to Tom Holland to be finalised immediately. Your family have been at odds with his family for generations dating back to the 1800’s, your father would always say that no amount of money offered could settle the bad blood your family had shared with ‘that pack of heathens’, as he liked to call them. For no cost could ever be agreed upon for the trust and respect that goes into doing business with such people. Until one afternoon, when an offer proposed by a frail, dying Don Holland presented itself by a telegram message written from his deathbed as he settled the last of his affairs. That offer being you.

“I wasn’t entirely supportive of the arrangement too, but as you know dear, your father is not one to negotiate such matters with. I think it would be good for all as time goes on.” Your mother said as she grabbed your hand and gave it a light squeeze in reassurance. Although this plan didn’t lie in the hands of your mother, you did feel some resentment for both parents. “It’ll be good for his business, not for his daughter.” you sighed as you turned to walk away from your mother to sit on the end of your bed. “I always dreamed of marrying someone I loved…” You thought to yourself as your mind drifted off to the thought of Harrison, the handsome young butler who has been the reason for your bed remaining vacant and unoccupied as of late, for lonely nights alone had lead you into the comforting arms of the blue eyed lad, who resided in a single bed dormitory located at the third wing of the mansion where your grandfather had an old wine cellar renovated into servant quarters many years ago.

“You haven’t even met Thomas yet. I heard he is a real gentleman, and very charming.” Your mother replied, casting a playful wink at you as she started to adjust the tiara in your hair. You rolled your eyes and swatted her hand away from you as you stood up. It wasn’t until you smoothed your sweaty palms over your lace dress that you had noticed the hundreds and thousands of tiny pearls woven into the details of the dress. The designer was a mystery to you as your mother had it flown from Paris early this morning, but nether the less, it was gorgeous.

A light tap on your bedroom door awoke you from your daze. Walking across your bedroom, you opened the heavy door where your father’s assistant stood on the other side, a small delicate white box held in his hand immediately gaining your attention.

“Good morning Miss Y/N,” the assistant who’s name you can never remember said. “I have a delivery from Mr Holland.” Confused, you hastily grasped the box from the man and carried it to your large four poster bed, eagerly pulling and untangling the fine pink silk ribbon that adorned the otherwise boring, plain white box. Your mother hurried to your side as you lifted the lid, curiosity getting the better of you both as you were both stunned by what was inside. A gorgeous diamond necklace, like nothing you had seen before was sitting before you. Reflecting the light of the room from the many stones that coated it glimmered from each and every angle. A note was tucked in behind it that read:

“For my beautiful bride. With love, T.H”

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imbackhome

2 years ago

We love him 3000 😭❤️

So today I realised something...

Not only has it been fifteen years since Tony Stark first said this:

But we’re also currently in the year Tony Stark says it for the last time:

Where the actual hell has the time gone?!

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imbackhome

3 years ago

Awwwww 💖💖🥺🥺

hiiii i’m not sure if you’re still taking requests but if you are can you write something to

let her go by passenger

sad but with happy ending

and peter parker but whichever one you see fit!!

congratulations on 600 love!!!!!

Hiiii I’m Not Sure If You’re Still Taking Requests But If You Are Can You Write Something To

_let her go

mcu!peter parker x female!reader

based on: let her go by passenger

words: 952

a/n: i choose mcu!peter for this one for no reason except I wanted to change a little ahah. thank you for your sweet word love and I hope you will like this story 💛

600 followers celebration 💛

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Leaving you was probably Peter’s stupidest decision. No. It was the stupidest decision he ever made.

You had started dating before he even was Spider-man. You loved this discrete and nerdy guy who was building lego with his best-friend. You wouldn’t say Peter really changed after that. He was still a sweet and lovely guy. You couldn’t be prouder to say he was the man behind the mask. He was the best superhero the world could hope for.

The only issue about this was that you both had a hard time keeping up with your relationship. Almost like it was now too much in his new life.

You stopped having weekly dates, even though you were seeing each other all the time before. Now you were hanging out when you had the time. And even then, most of the time Peter would disappear because something was happening.

You couldn’t be mad at Peter for putting the world first.

He couldn’t blame you for feeling sidelined and forgotten.

Because of this situation, you both had thought that it would be best to end this before it became a tragedy. Well, it was Peter's idea, and you agreed.

It has been a tearful but peaceful break-up. Peter kept holding you in his arms “I’m so sorry I wish it was different.” He said it multiple times in your ear. And each time you would say that it was ok, that you understood, that it was the best decision.

It was difficult for you to accept this break-up. You suddenly felt lonely, like you had nobody in your life anymore. You had to build your happiness back with new friendships and hobbies that weren’t related to Peter.

For Peter, it was different. From the first week, he realised how much he missed you. He needed you when he came back home and May’s love wasn’t enough to bring back a smile on his face. He needed your stupid and lovely texts. When you would text him emoji to know if he was available or send him a long text to reassure him. He needed to hear your voice on a phone call. Or being able to fly to your room to find your arms. Your love. You.

He just needed you.

But he was the one who let you go and it would be selfish from him to ask you back.

Some nights were even harder than others. When Peter couldn’t sleep and kept looking at his ceiling in silence. He wanted to scream because you weren’t there. He wanted to cry because he was the stupid one who let you go. And when he was finally falling asleep, he dreamt of you. And never not being able to touch you had hurt him that much.

What was worse, was that Peter had to see you finding your way into life without him. He hated every guy that was talking to you. He even hated some of your friends for being able to make you laugh like he used to. It wasn’t fair.

But it was Peter’s fault. That was what he kept repeating him.

One day he couldn’t take it anymore. He missed school to go to your room. You weren’t there because you were part of the studious ones. Peter knew how to open your window from all the nights he did it before. He waited for you on your bed, for hours. But he would have waited months if it meant he had a chance of having you again.

Peter just didn’t realise he would scare you like this. But when you opened your room and saw a form on your bed, you grabbed a book as a weapon. And then screamed. “Oh my god Peter!” You were breathless from this scary episode. “What the hell are you…are you ok?”

You immediately calm down when you noticed his red eyes and his shaky hands. You went on your bed to sit in front of him and grabbed his hands. “What’s going on?" You asked in a whisper.

“I miss you.” You almost didn’t hear him. Maybe it was what broke you most. You took him in your arms to comfort him. You never thought it would happen this way around.

“I miss you too Pete.”

“No you don’t understand!” He broke your cuddle to take your face between his hands. “I miss you. I want you back. I can’t do it without you anymore. I need you in my life. I love you so much. And maybe you don’t love me anymore. I’m sorry for letting you go. I shouldn’t have. I should…”

“Calm down.” You said, putting a finger against his lips. Peter frowned, did you really shut him up during his love declaration? Was it your way of saying he shouldn’t bother trying because you didn’t want him anymore?

“Why would you think I don’t love you anymore Peter? Yes, we’re not together anymore, but that was your choice and I respected it. But that didn’t mean I stopped loving you. I couldn’t even if I tried.” You laughed at the idea you could live in a world where you don’t love Peter Parker with your whole heart. What a crazy idea.

“So…you still want me?” He asked shyly, like he was asking for a new bike. You tilted towards him to kiss his nose slowly before stopping a few millimetres from his lips.

“I will always want you.” You kissed Peter first. But he was quick to answer this kiss.

Sure you had a lot of work to do to make it work this time. But for now, all that mattered was being back together. The rest could wait.

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2 months ago

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imbackhome

2 years ago

OMG THIS LITERALLY MADE MY DAY!!! 😭😭💖💖

Hi could I request a spider man x fem!reader? In which she is kind of an adopted daughter to Captain America and has to figh against Peter and Stark during civil war. But Peter can't hurt her because he has a little crush and after the avengers solved their problems Tony encourages him to confess

blink

pairing: peter parker x fem!avenger!reader

summary: peter and reader are on different sides of the civil war conflict, and peter finds that he just can’t hurt the girl he loves.

warnings: none! just soft, adorable, dorky fluff with this cinnamon roll of a boy

reader pronouns: she/her (by request)

word count: 3.5k (I swear I’m not trying to make a habit of this)

a/n: hello lovely nela! thank you so much for this request, it was such a cute one to write, and I hope that it’s everything that you wanted it to be 🥰 I’ll be honest, this one got away from me a bit, I got super caught up in their meet-cute and the exposition but hopefully that’s alright! I’m super excited to write more peter parker, and I’m really grateful that this was my first request for him. please feel free to request again, but also I’m really keen to hopefully get to your other request soon!

- daniella 🤍

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Hi Could I Request A Spider Man X Fem!reader? In Which She Is Kind Of An Adopted Daughter To Captain

“Peter, what the hell are you wearing?”

From his crouched position, Peter glanced around quickly before shooting up, glaring at MJ. “I was trying to be incognito. Thanks for ruining it.”

“Uh, you’re literally crouching against a locker wearing all black clothes and black sunglasses in the heart of summer? Pretty sure you were a second away from ruining it yourself anyway.”

“Hey, I resent that-” Peter began, stepping forward as his arms crossed in spite, before his spontaneous attempt to spin back towards the object of his attention caused him to fall flat on his face.

Ignoring the chuckles emanating from the group that Peter was just peering at, MJ shot the back of his head a pointed look, as he remained flat on the hallway floor.

“Just tell me when they’re gone, alright?”

Glancing up at her, and accepting MJ’s outstretched arm, Peter lifted himself from the floor. “It’s not what it looks like.”

Furrowing her eyebrows, MJ retorted, “Oh, so you aren’t dressed as an emo spy, staring at that group of popular kids to get a glance at the new girl?”

A blush coated Peter’s cheeks as his arm automatically raised to rub the back of his neck. “Pfft, that’s uh…that’s absolutely…what I was doing. You got me.”

As he prepared to elaborate on his defeated response to MJ, the bell rang. Thankful for the reprieve, Peter glanced back in your direction, caught your eye from within the group and sent a small, awkward, wave your way. His breath hitched in his throat as you smiled warmly back at him and matched his wave in response, before walking off with the group. His heart soared when you glanced back at him before turning the corner on your way to your next class.

…

Resting his face on his chin, Peter watched you fondly from his regular seat in his physics class. Now, he discovered, one of three mutual classes that you had. You were discussing the work you had to catch up on with Mrs Warren, having transferred to the school part way through the current term, and Peter was mesmerised by your kind smile and glorious laugh.

Suddenly, he was pulled from his reverie by a sudden force, nudging him from his side. Scrambling to sit up properly, Peter turned to Ned, who was now smiling mischievously back at him. “Dude, you’re so smitten. I’ve never seen you like this.”

“Right. Smitten. Yeah.” Peter began, still focused on your conversation, before realising what he was admitting to. “I mean, no! I’m just trying to work out what the new girl’s deal is.”

It was a half-truth. The full truth was that Tony Stark, annoyed that Captain America had a new protégée, had asked Peter to gather intel, to work out what was so special about this girl that the Captain had ignored Tony’s pushbacks and insisted that the Avengers needed her as much as she needed them.

Tony had recounted the conversation to him the day before, with a level of detail that only pettiness allowed.

“She’s a good kid, Tony, and let’s face it - we can use as much support as we can get.”

“It’s not about how ‘good of a kid’ she is, Cap,” Tony began, pointedly. “She’s a kid, do we even know anything about her? Is she even on our side?”

“Our side?” Steve sighed, “Look, Tony, last I saw, she was saving busloads of kids from being crushed by the debris of collapsing buildings. She wants to help, and dammit Tony, she just needs a chance.”

“So you sympathise with her, is that it? She reminds you of how badly you wanted to fight for your country? The scrawny kid that just needed someone to believe in him?” He took a step towards Steve, and locked eyes with him. “You want to give her this chance enough that you’d risk her life for it, then by all means, bring her in. Just know that whatever happens to her is on your shoulders.”

An hour later, Peter had been summoned to Tony’s office.

“-And then he says ‘that’s a chance I’m willing to take, are you?’ and struts out!” Tony had marvelled at a speechless Peter. “I swear, if I have to spend one more minute staring at America’s ass as it walks away from me, I’m gonna lose it.”

Peter had chuckled lowly, unsure of how to respond to Tony’s outburst.

“It’s like, excuse me-” Tony began, spinning to face Peter with a pointed look, “Since when do we get protégé’s, am I right?”

Scrunching his mouth awkwardly as he thought of a way to reply that wouldn’t offend his new mentor, Peter had nervously muttered, “Well, I mean, you have me right, Mr Stark? I guess it seems kinda fair?”

In response, Tony waved a hand noncommittally, “Eh, it’s not the same.”

A little disenchanted, Peter raised an awkward hand to rub the back of his neck. “Uh i-it, it isn’t?”

Tony softened, clearly not meaning to offend him. Placing a hand on Peter’s shoulder, he responded, “Look, kid. I thought long and hard about inducting you into the Avengers, and it’s still something I have my reservations about. I don’t want to risk anyone’s life, but I have faith in you-”

Peter smirked up shyly at Tony’s words, and was met with the face of an inventor at work. “In fact, how would you like a little homework mission?”

And so here he was, sitting in his math class, trying desperately to find a way to talk to you, to find out literally anything about you. Partly for Tony, but mainly because he found himself drawn to you, and was unable to tear his eyes away.

…

Before he’d been able to report back to Mr Stark his findings, lacking as they may be, Peter had been alerted to a crisis that required immediate attention. Suiting up and swinging to his local bank, he was surprised to find the three bad guys already tied up and police sirens on their way. Standing in front of him, however, was a true sight to behold.

There you stood, beaming at him in an electric purple bodysuit. As he took the sight of you in, you walked towards him, placing a hand gently on his chin before whispering, “Looks like someone needs to work on that spidey sense, hmm?”

He barely had the time to regain regular brain functioning for long enough to formulate some semblance of a response before you were gone, vanishing as quickly as whatever witty remark he’d hoped to impress you with. Feeling a sudden emptiness without your intriguing presence, he came to and swung to his regular rooftop pondering space.

…

He could feel your presence behind him before you even said anything. He turned slowly to face you, relishing the moment of suspense as you approached him where he sat, legs dangling over the roof’s edge.

“Mind if I join you, Spider-Man?”

He shook his head, probably too eagerly, but you didn’t seem to mind. As you sat to his right, Peter blushed at your proximity, noting that with the whole roof at your disposal, you bunched up next to him.

You playfully nudged him with your shoulder, “So, what’s a sweet guy like you doing on top of a place like this?”

He chuckled, “Honestly? Trying to process how I’m supposed to feel about my job being done for me, and in such an effortless way.”

You smiled, eyes lighting up beneath your mask at the compliment. “Aww shucks, I’d say I feel bad, but I figure the quicker I am, the less risk there is to you. I’d hate to see you hurt because I didn’t get there fast enough.”

“I do, uh, I do have super healing, ya know?” He felt sheepish trying to impress you in such a boastful way, “-but I appreciate the sentiment.”

You smiled warmly, just as you had done in class earlier that day, and his worries disappeared. “So, uh, what are your powers?”

You laughed at his bashful curiosity, leaning towards him until your faces were mere inches away, before vanishing before his eyes.

Letting out a shocked gasp, Peter’s eyes widened, before he felt a gentle tap on his left shoulder. As he turned, he was met with a coy smile before you muttered, “Teleportation mainly.”

His jaw dropped in awe, “That’s-wow, that’s so cool.”

“Teleporting myself and small objects comes naturally but I’m still working on teleporting others,” you smiled warmly before adding, “-and don’t get me started on time travel.”

He audibly gasped, causing a fond chuckle to escape your lips. Just as he was wracking his brain for some topic to keep the conversation going, you stood up. “Well, this has been lovely but I have to head home. Hopefully I’ll see you around?”

He stood up, running a hand through his hair as he regarded you. “Yeah! I’d-uh, I’d like that.”

You seemed to consider him for a second, before quickly leaning in and placing a kiss on his cheek. When he looked back up, you were gone, and he found his hand automatically reaching up to where your lips had been, his cheek still tingling.

He was doomed.

…

Blink.

That’s what they’d called you. The week after your official meeting on the rooftop, the tabloids had been almost as fascinated with you as he was.

He had to admit, it was the perfect superhero name for you. Every time he saw you, whether in class or fighting crime, he was always terrified that he’d blink and miss you. In fact, all of your encounters since that day had been brief. And he hated it.

In painful irony, his meeting with Tony the next day had been agonisingly long.

“Alright, kid, what can you tell me about y/n?”

Peter had sighed dreamily. “She’s amazing, Mr Stark. She’s kind, smart, she smells amazing-”

“Woah, Underoos, got anything actually useful?”

Peter had snapped out of it, then, a furious blush radiating from his cheeks. “Oh, sorry Mr Stark, uh, well she can teleport herself and small objects, and she’s working on time travel. And uh…she…”

Tony’s eyebrows had raised in impressed shock, then anticipation as Peter fumbled through the rest of his sentence. “-she may or may not have gotten to a crisis call faster than me.”

“Now that’s something,” Tony pondered aloud, “Good job, kid, proud of you.”

Peter smiled at the ground, “So, are you thinking that she can join the Avengers? because that, gee, that would be-”

Tony rolled his eyes before sighing, “Teenagers.”

…

If there had been any sign that Tony had softened and was genuinely considering inducting y/n into the Avengers, as Peter so desperately hoped, it had vanished as quickly as she could, when the news of the Accords broke out.

Tony wasn’t acting like himself, at least from what Peter had witnessed. He was emotional, more unpredictable than usual, and worst of all, resigned. Peter barely knew the man, but he knew that one thing Tony Stark did not do, was give up.

And so, when Tony summoned him for the fight at the airport, Peter had no choice but to go. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was to see you. He would’ve been delighted, had you not been standing next to Captain America, and therefore, out of his reach.

Determined to prove his worth to Tony, and, though he hated to admit it, you, Peter seized the opportunity to make his presence known by disarming the Captain, using his web shooters to seize his shield.

“Nice job, kid.”

“Thanks! I could’ve stuck the landing a little better it’s just-” Peter was suddenly thrown off-balance as you suddenly appeared behind him, stealing back the Captain’s shield.

“You’ve been busy.” The Captain addressed Tony.

“So have you.” Tony gestured to you, now returning to Captain America’s side and handing him his shield.

Tony turned to you. “Look, kid, I’m trying to keep this guy from tearing the Avengers apart. It’s not personal, but I don’t want to have any more casualties on my shoulders.”

You nodded, respectfully, before retorting. “Is that why you’ve recruited a teenager to fight your battles?”

Captain America smiled proudly at you then, placing an approving hand on your shoulder.

Tony wasn’t having it, however, and the tense conversation quickly devolved into a full-blown fight. As Tony flew away in his suit, he assigned his team fighting partners. Peter, devastatingly, was assigned you.

He groaned, begrudgingly, as he sprinted towards the spot you had just been, gaining momentum to swing himself higher into the airport where he thought he noticed you re-appear. As you appeared before him, he waved, awkwardly. “Hey, y/n.”

You smiled, “Hey, Peter.”

“I hope you weren’t offended by what I said down there, I just think it’s a bit hypocritical for Mr Stark to say that he doesn’t want to take any more risks when he’s throwing you in the firing line whenever it suits him.”

Peter softened, “Ah, yeah. I appreciate you worrying about me, I really do, y/n, but Mr Stark’s a nice guy and he believes in me, I know he wouldn’t risk-”

“Less talking, more fighting!” Peter could hear Tony through his suit, “You can get your flirt on later, kid. I need you now.”

Peter turned to you, thankful for the suit covering his blushing cheeks. “Look, I don’t want to fight you, would you mind maybe teleporting around the airport and I can just give chase? I don’t want to let Mr Stark down.”

You smiled at his loyalty, and winked before vanishing and appearing on the tarmac, next to where Natasha and Clint were fighting. As Peter swings down, you vanish and appear behind him, tapping him on the shoulder. Peter notices your rhythm, however, and just before you attempt to teleport again, he catches you with his web fluid and pulls you towards him, holding your body against his own. He smiles down at you, “Hi again.”

You giggle, “Nice one.”

Before you pull away, Peter feels himself thrown to the ground, ears ringing, and notices Wanda chastising you. As Wanda goes to intervene between Natasha and Clint, you suddenly appear on your knees over Peter. He looks up at your concerned face, and his heart melts. “Are you alright?”

He smiles up at you, “I am now.”

Peter notices your blush at his sudden courage, and feels his heart swell, until he notices a trailer flying towards you and quickly leaps up, holding it above the two of you. “Are you okay?”

Your eyes widened with shock, you nod. “Let me help you with that.”

Peter watches you grimace under an invisible pressure before suddenly feeling a lightness above him. He notices the trailer, slightly bent, appear behind you on the tarmac.

He steps towards you, looking deep into your eyes, “I thought you said larger objects were hard for you?”

You smiled at him bashfully, “I guess this time it was worth the risk.”

Before he could reply, he heard Tony in his suit again. “Kid, I need you inside!”

Apologetically sighing at you, he latched onto the airport hangar and swung himself inside, stopping Bucky and Wilson, before moving back outside to help Tony attempt to subdue Ant-Man, who had now grown to enormous proportions.

Finally finding his groove, Tony praised Peter for his fighting spirit, but at the most crucial moment, Peter distinctly heard a yell coming from the tarmac. It was Captain America attempting to warn you about Ant-Man’s enormous shoe that was seconds from crushing you, but you were too busy disorienting Natasha to hear him.

Peter had a split-second decision to make. The Captain was desperately sprinting towards you, but he wouldn’t make it in time. Similarly, Tony couldn’t hold off Ant-Man on his own, and they really needed to stop him. Staring into the face of the man who’s opinion mattered most in the world to him, Peter muttered an apologetic, “I’m sorry, Mr Stark” before swinging himself in record speed, clutching your body to his as he swung you out of harm’s way just in time, the two of you rolling to a stop further along the tarmac.

The fight seemed to stop in an instant, each Avenger in shock at the sight of their two youngest and most recent recruits in a dizzy haze, milliseconds away from tragedy. Tony and Captain America stopped everything, rushing to your sides. Peter looked down at you, desperately, shaking you as your eyes fluttered open and shut. “y/n? oh God, please tell me you’re okay. Hey, look at me.”

Peter rolled off you as you moved to sit up, glancing around you as the Captain reached your side and cradled you. He looked up at Tony, “I hate to say it Tony, but you were right. This is foolish. We need supervision, I was an idiot for bringing y/n into this without proper training. I know we never got a practice run but, for God’s sake, they’re kids Tony. What was I thinking?”

Tony shook his head. “You were thinking that every kid, especially those as brave as these two, deserve the chance to do what they were born to do.”

He turned to Peter, with a hand on his shoulder. “I’m so proud of you, kid. You know so much more than me, and you’re still a teenager. Imagine what you’ll do for this world as you get to my ripe old age.”

Peter chuckled before turning back to you solemnly, he looked at the Captain for permission before offering you a gentle hand to lift you up. “Thank you for trusting me.”

You smiled, “Thanks for having my back.”

…

A week later and Peter was standing in Tony’s office, having been summoned. He was pacing back and forth because, of course, Tony had decided to go and get some water for the two of them, leaving an anxious Peter to overthink whether Tony’s battle panic had worn off and he was about to get chastised for sacrificing the mission for a girl.

Rather, when Tony re-appeared with water and snacks for the two of them, he tried a different tact. “So, Baby America, hey?”

Had he not been so shocked, Peter would have absolutely lost it at the sight of Tony Stark - genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, and above all, his mentor - wiggling his eyebrows excitedly like a schoolboy.

Instead, Peter, quite embarrassingly, choked on his water, spluttering onto the table before him.

Tony looked at him with an eyebrow raised. “Gross.”

Peter wiped his mouth, “Oh God, I’m so sorry Mr Stark!”

“Never change, kid.” Chuckling, Tony pat his protégé’s shoulder affectionately. “But seriously, you’ve got the hots for her, right?”

Peter shook his head in disbelief, “Uh, yeah? I do?- I mean, she’s just amazing and honestly really inspiring, I mean, she literally saves lives every day, and she’s beautiful, and she actually laughs at my jokes! Can you believe that? and-”

Smiling fondly at the rambling, lovestruck teenager, Tony couldn’t help but interrupt. “-And so you’re going to tell her all this right?”

Peter’s eyes widened in mortification. “Oh God no! I’m lucky she even wants to spend time talking with me, I’m not going to ruin it by telling her that she’s the most beautiful girl on the planet.”

At that, Tony leaned towards Peter. Peter matched him, leaning forward in confusion. “Uh, kid? I think you just did.”

Slowly turning around as he did that night on the rooftop with you, Peter was met with your gorgeous face once more. Only, this time, the furious blush was for him, and him alone.

As you looked up and met his gaze, you offered him a small, awkward wave, and he was sure that you were meant for each other. He stood up and walked over to you, raising a nervous hand to his neck and rubbing gently - by now an endearing habit of his. “Uh, hi. I’m assuming you heard all that.”

You giggled, shuffling your feet nervously as you looked up at him, “Sure did.”

He grimaced, “Well, that’s embarrassing.”

You smiled warmly, “I think it’s sweet.”

His eyes widened in shock. “R-really?”

“In fact, I think you’re sweet, and I’d kinda like to test that theory, if that’s okay with you?”

He looked down at you, eyebrows furrowed as his brain tried to connect the dots. Instead, he noticed you leaning in and realised what was happening just in time to process your soft lips on his. He closed his eyes, gently cupping your face with his hand as he returned the kiss.

When he opened his eyes, he felt a cool breeze, and realised that you’d teleported the two of you, locked in a kiss, back to the very same rooftop you’d first officially met. He looked at you with such longing as he whispered against your lips, “God, please be mine.”

You smiled at him, eyes crinkling in the corners as you whispered back. “Always.”

He let himself blink, knowing that you weren’t going anywhere.

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imbackhome

3 years ago

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