Life is not a Fairytale (PeterParkerxReader)

Chapter 25: Want to be my date?

Peter's Pov:
Y/n texted me, said she wanted to talk. I was kinda nervous, because there were only two scenarios possible. She was either going to break up with me, or she would say that she was sorry. And everyone knows she never admits that she made a mistake. As I was walking towards Y/n's room, Pietro grabbed my arm.

"What are you doing?"

"Why do you need to know? I'm going to Y/n, she texted me that she wanted to talk." I answered him, before I ripped my arm out of his grip.

I walked further, until I reached the door. I hesitated to knock, but did eventually.

"Come in!" Y/n said from the other side.

So I walked in, but she wasn't in her room. I looked around, but she was nowhere to be found. I started to get a little worried and almost yelled.

"Y/n, where are you? AAGH!"

Yes, I yelled, because suddenly Y/n's face was upside down right in front of me.

"Sorry that I scared you, but this flying thing is getting easier every day." she was saying, as she was walking on the ceiling. She jumped down to the ground, and had a small smile on her face. God, I love that smile, even at the worst of times.

"So, what do you wanted to talk to me about? Your text sounded pretty serious."

"Oh yeah, that. This may sound a bit onorthodox and weird since you should be the one who would ask, but... Do you wanna be my date to the Christmas Ball?" she asked.

"I would love to. But don't let me worry like that ever again." I let out a sigh of relieve.

"What would you be worrying about?"

Your Pov:
God, I was so nervous to ask Peter. Normally guys ask out the girls, but I wanted to do something special, especially because we missed our first official date. Peter sighed, I think of relief.

"I would love to. But don't let me worry like that ever again."

"What would you be worrying about?" I asked, getting worried myself.

He looked down to the ground.

"I thought you were going to break up with me after our... fight." he said, kind of embarrassed.

I lifted his head by putting my hand on his chin, making him look into my eyes.

"If I ever would break up with you, it would only be because you did something to get yourself killed. But of course I would also resurrect you again, so basically what I'm trying to say is: I will never break up with you. And I know that's a big promise, but I will keep it. And now I realise that sounded way less cheesy in my head." I said, ending with a smile.

We laughed, which ended up in bumping into each other, which then ended up in kissing. I swear, they should write a book about us, with the title 'Most cliché story ever written'.

Natasha's Pov:
After Wanda and me spoke with Y/n about Peter, she left to her room. And of course Wanda needs to know every detail, so she suggested the following thing.

"Why don't you ask out Steve for the Ball? You would make the perfect couple."

"And what if he says no? I thought we agreed to go together as friends?!" I said, a bit confused.

"Yeah, about that. I may or may not have been asked by a certain... god of mischief." she said, looking to her feet.

My eyes widened, and my mouth fell to the floor.

"You are going with Loki? I am shocked, what happened to bachelors on Christmas?"

"Oh please, like you wouldn't ask Steve. And besides, I like him, he's a good guy." Wanda said, what left me more shocked than before.

"You know he is a mass murderer, right? And since when do you like him? You never told me that!" I asked, being a little offended because I was supposed to know that.

Wanda just smiled, and I knew my answer.

"You know what? I'm going to ask Steve right now, because you betrayed me, Maximoff." I ended with a smile, leaving the room, looking for him.

I turned around in a hallway, causing me to walk backwards. And of course I bumped into someone.

"Shit, I'm so sorry." I said. I heard a laugh, coming from the person I bumped into.

"Language, young lady."

"Oh Steve, hi. Uhm... I was looking for you." I said, kinda stuttering. That didn't happen before.

"I was also looking for you. Okay, here we go. Natasha-Romanoff-do-you-want-to-come-with-me-to-the-Ball?" Steve said in one breath.

I just stood there, not sure if I heard him correctly. I took a deep breath and then answered his question.

"I would love to, but slow down, mister."