𝐴𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 - Peter Parker

33.

"If you really care, then why do you say stuff like that?" I asked angrily and took a step towards him. "You're so petty, you can't even show sympathy for two seconds, without covering up immediately, with your arrogance," I stated. "A lot of people in this world looks up to you. I don't know why, but they do... so please try being a better role model, before they turn into the selfish person you are right now," I turned around again and was almost at the elevator, when Tony spoke again.

"Well what do you want me to say huh? I'm not very used to dealing with hormonal teenagers,"

"This has NOTHING to do, with us being teenagers!" I had turned and stormed, almost up to his face. "Last week Peter got shot and one hour ago, I was almost lit on fire! Does that sound like normal teen problems to you? And frankly I'm tired of having to set people straight, cause every time I've done it, nothing good had come out of it. For once! Just one time... I would like to have someone actually listen to what I'm saying and I'm-" I was silenced, when Tony took a step forward, and put his arms over my shoulders and down on my back, so we were hugging. Well technically, he was hugging me. "What are you doing?" I asked innocently and confused into his chest.

"I don't know. Isn't this what people do to... calm each other?" he said in his normal voice, but also sounding a little bit insecure for the first time. I had to think about it for a second, but I decided to close my eyes and put my hands around his back, so we were now both hugging each other. My dad had hugged me when I was little... before he got his new job. There was something about hugging Tony that felt familiar in that way. "Okay soft time's over," he let go and took a step back, as I chuckled a bit. "Great now I stink of vodka too...  Alright let me just be completely up front with you. You and Peter are qualified to be part of the avengers," my eyes widened a little and Tony removed his glasses, and started cleaning them in his blazer. "But I don't even know if there even are avengers anymore," he then said and looked up at me. "So just go home and we'll call you, when everything's figured out,"

Happy drove me to Peters place, but I still had to crawl in through the window. He was laying on his side on the bed, facing away from me. His head popped up from his shoulder, when I slid up the window and crawled in. His smile out of nowhere, turned into a disgusted frown. "Christ, did you rob a liquor store or something?" he pressed his nose closed, with his thumb and index finger. I chuckled and took off the suit. I let the case with the suit drop down on the bed, next to him, and he happily sat up and opened it. 

"Long story about the smell," I uttered, as I started putting on some other clothes over my underwear. "You'll never guess what happened," one of Peter's sweatshirts slid over my head, and my arms into the big sleeves. "I walked in there and Tony's in a meeting... with every. single. avenger... even Bruce Banner. And apparently they're having a meeting now, to discuss wether they can be a team again," 

"You're kidding right?" he chuckled and threw his phone down next to him on the bed. 

"Not kidding," I smiled and pulled my sweatpants up over my but. I had wanted to be in those sweatpants, ever since I crawled out that window, three hours earlier. 

"So you're telling me that we fought half of those guys for nothing?" Peter asked. I sat down in front of him on the bed. 

"That's exactly what I'm thinking. Well anyway I got in this big fight with Tony-"

"Stark?" Peter interrupted.

"No Tony Blair, of course it was Tony Stark," I sarcastically commented giggling a little. I made that playful smirk, as he took a grape from the bowl he had brought into the room and chewed it. "Anyway the reason we got it a fight, was because he gave me the impression that he didn't give a crap about you being literally shot," I continued. "Well I started yelling at him and suddenly he just... hugged me," I said, sounding just as confused, as Peter looked at that point. 

"Tony Stark... hugged you?" he asked and took a second, before biting down the grape, he had in between his cheek teeth. "I have so many questions," Peter said with his eyebrows raised. "But they can be answered later," he pulled me forward, by the dark green sweatshirt and closed the gap between our mouthes in a heated moment. Spontaneously I crawled closer up to him, forcing his back to rest down on the mattress. I was on top. When his lips touched mine it would always become so quiet, like the moment of silence between thunder and lightning.

One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi. 

Bang! And we were kissing again. He showed me that any other kiss I've had in my life was wrong. He flipped us over majestically, to show the dominance he had over my lost heart. "Peter?" I whispered, as he traced heavy kisses all around my neck. As an answer I got a small 'mhm' from him. "I'm ready, if you are," I smiled even before he lifted his head and looked at me. 

"Are you sure?" he asked and smiled in a cute happy moment. I nodded and he searched around my eyes, before slowly letting our lips collide again. I disconnected from his lips, in order to raise his teeshirt over his head. He followed suit, at last leaving me back in nothing, but my black thong. Gentle but demanding, his tongue slipped inside my mouth, while my fingers hugged around his hair, pulling him even closer. Slowly, our breaths land in sync with each other. I took the time to unbuckle his belt, unzipping his jeans, tugging them down, so they were bundled up around his ankles, and he quickly flicked them off. Fumbling for his backpack for a second, he found his brown leather wallet and fished out a condom with his already veiny fingers. 

"That is without a doubt, the hottest thing I've ever seen you do," I chuckled out, as he leaned back down on me, smiling in return, and kissed my lips. My knees were on either side of him, while he unwrapped the condom and put it on. It was good he didn't forget about protection, because I 100%, had forgotten about it. 

He gently let go of my lips, to position himself and pull off my panties. One arm slipped under my lower back, to arch it slightly. The other one was laying on mine beside my head, mingling his fingers into mine tightly. Our lips were touching and both our mouthes, opened upon each other in a gasp, when he came in. It felt excruciating for the first minute, and I had to bite his lip to prevent a scream from escaping. I slowly adjusted to the pain, that faded a bit after a while, and after that... it felt amazing. 

His hands and mouth was all over me, making me feel more loved than ever. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the euphoric feeling, I had only ever had by myself. He suddenly flipped us over and it became harder to keep quiet, when I started moving up and down. I could tell he was getting close, when he sat up and hugged around my back, while I was still moving.

"Please baby, don't stop," he whispered in his rapid breaths. Seeing him so desperate all of the sudden and the way he had called me baby for the first time, it made me blindly step over the edge and land in a wet pool of pleasure. I had to cover my own mouth, as I held Peter's head into my chest. He hugged around me so tightly, as he came, that I had to lean slightly backwards and stop. We were both fighting for air, as our muscles very slowly began relaxing again. 

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