Okay, so I love Tom Holland with my life, and think he's perfect and adorable. From the decision, I decided to write a Peter Parker imagine.
Before I get to the story, a few things. One, you are the daughter of Tony Stark and Steve Rogers-Stark- if you don' like that ship wait and there will be a different story for you to read whenever I make one, and if you are homophobic, I'm part of the LGBTQ+ community, if that changes you're choice to read, goodbye. Two, you are an Avenger named Spider-girl and met Peter when you both got bit at the field trip. Three, thee are some less popular abbreviations in this story so I want to clarify, (Y/L/N)= your last name, (Y/F/N)= your full first name, (Y/M/N)=your middle name, and (Y/N/N)=your nickname (to Peter). Now that's said, on with the story.
"Welcome, (Y/F/N) (Y/M/N) Stark-Rogers, Mega-Alpha Red clearance, and Peter Parker, Mega-Alpha Black clearance." F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s voice announced.
"Hey, Fri." You greet the friendly AI.
"Hello, Miss." She responds, adding, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"
"No, thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y." You say. After hanging your backpack on the small hooks near your room's hallway, you immediately run with Peter at your tail to your room. Your teachers let you pick partners for the Chemistry partner assignment, and Peter wouldn't let you be with anyone else, not that you would want to be, and you two had "work" (wink wink) to do. Once you make it to your room, you both collapse onto your bed, wanting to sit in comfortable silence after a long day of school, but getting interrupted by both your and Peter's phones chiming with the notification of a text.
Avengers Group Chat
Mama Spider: It's sunny and I'm bored, therefore we're hanging at the pool today
Mischief Man with a stick: Mortals and their pointless charades
Hammer Man: Loki...
Mischief Man with a stick: Fine.
Mischief Man with a stick: I'm in
Dad: Count me in, I haven't seen outside in too long
Papa: Tones...
Papa: I'm in
Witchy Byatch: I'm in, so is Vis
Magnet Arm: I guess I'll go
Bird Brain: I'm not going if snowflake is
Papa: Yes you will Sam, Buck promises to be kind, right Buck
Magnet Arm: Fine.
Old Arrow Man: Pietro and I are in
Mr. Lord: Can't guardians are in orbit, on our way to a big battle, next one
Wizard of Oz: I'll portal there soon
Girl on Fire: Can't, busy dealing with an issue in space
Pep: Dealing with Stark Industries fires, gtg
Hulky Boy: why not? sure I'm in
// irl \\
"Are we going?" You ask Peter, meeting his eyes over your phone screens.
"What do you want to do?" He offers, symbolically offering to let me choose if we went or not.
"It'll be nice to see Wanda, it's been forever, and to swim, I haven't been to the pool in like," You pause for dramatic effect before saying, "too long, way, too long."
"Then go we shall." Peter agrees, placing a soft and loving kiss on your forehead as you look back down to your phone to RSVP yourself, knowing that Peter will have to agree separately because he wants to.
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Marvel Imagines
FanfictionJust a book of random imagines that I wanted to write. More about the story in first chapter. I don't own most characters, all rights reserved.
