Life is not a Fairytale (PeterParkerxReader)

Chapter 22: Jealous

*Timeskip: Three weeks later*
Peter's Pov:
I hate to admit it, but I'm getting a little jealous about Y/n and Pietro's friendship. These last three weeks, after Y/n got better, they got really close. Which is totally fine, but the way Pietro looks at Y/n when she is talking or leaves a room, makes me a little suspicious. I was so caught up in my thought, I didn't hear Y/n saying something to me.

"Peter, hello? Earth to Peter, earth to Peter, over." she said to me, while waving her hand in front of my eyes.

"What, yeah? Sorry, what were you saying again?"

"I was saying it's almost Christmas and that we still don't know what we are going to do this year. Dad always plans something big, but never tells anyone what exactly. So, I thought we could go do a little research, well snooping through dad's laptop and stuff." she explained.

"So basically hacking into Mr Stark's secret info about the Christmas party?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's what I mean. But are you in?"

"Oh, I don't know, Y/n. It's not right." I said, but then she put on those puppy dog eyes.

"Pretty pleaseee? I'll make you the best cup of Britich tea you've ever had in your whole life." She used my only weakness against me, my unhealthy addiction to tea.

I sighed, knowing I was making a big mistake.

"Finee, I'll help you, but you owe me a good cup of tea now, and my standards are really high."

"Then why are you dating me, don't need high standards for that." she said, before she ran away.

So I chased her and threw her over my shoulders and together we went to the lab, where Mr Stark stored his data.

Your Pov:
What can I say, I have faster comebacks than Pietro can run. I can't help it, okay? Blame it on the Stark genes. When we entered the lab, luckily no one was there, probably doing some last minute Christmas shopping. So I grabbed Dad's laptop, typed in a few passwords and we were in. I heard Peter gasp, and when I turned around, I saw his face was a mixture of confusion, admiration and questions.

"How- How did you get in? Mr Stark's laptop and other tech are the most and best guarded with activation scans."

"Oh sweetheart, Dad thought me some ways to do it. And he has really weak passwords, like birthdays and stuff like that. If I wanted to, I could hack into the entire security system of the White House or the government's." I told him, only leaving him more confused.

We looked into the christmas files, and apparently Dad was going to throw some ball.

"Oh my god, that is so cool." I said.

"Now you have an excuse to fully dress up like the princess you are." Peter said smirking.

Since a few weeks, his new nickname for me had become 'princess', which was really sweet and pretty accurate, if I may say so.

"And you can dress up like my knight in shining armor, or just in a tuxedo or something like that, because walking in an entire armor is pretty exhausting."

I heard my phone ring, and I saw I had a text from Pietro.

Pietro:
'Hey Y/n, did you get into your dad's computer?'

U:
'Sure did, just found out he's throwing this big X-Mas ball,
like the ones you see in those old movies.'

Pietro:
'No way, that's so cool!'

U:
'I know right? But I think there might be more, so
I'm digging further in his files. CYA later!'

Pietro:
'Byee.'

And then I looked at Peter again.

"That was Pietro, he was helping us. He is keeping Dad busy, so we had time to look in his computer." I explained to him.

"What is the deal with you and Pietro anyway? You two have become very close the last few weeks." Peter asked, looking a bit sad.

"Wait, are you thinking that there's more between me and him? Because if that is what you are suggesting, I can reassure you that we are really just friends. Ask Gamora if you want to!" I said to him and walked away to my room.

I saw Gamora, my shapeshifting cat, sitting on my bed. When I was sick, she held me comfort when no one was with me. I found out really quick that my loyal companion was even more special than I already knew, because when she wanted some of my food, she asked me. Like, literally asked me, with words. Turned out that she can talk and that her real name was Gamora.

So I picked up a book from the floor, sat on my bed and picked her up to put her on my lap.

"Whyyy, I was taking a nap!" my cat whined.

"Because I need company that doesn't think I like someone else." I explained, which was still weird because she could actually talk back.

I got bored pretty quick and put my book away, and on that moment Nat stepped through my door.