Messy. Complicated. Simply stupid.
Those are the words that Y/n would describe any relationship she's ever been in. In fact, after her fathers passing in a car wreck, that's how she would describe her life as a whole. It gets even more complicated w...
A/n: Hey beautiful sorry I haven't posted in a week I had to recover after that Loki episode and I was having a depression session sooo I had to put myself back together and here we are :) Y/n's POV:
Peter and I haven't seen each other this week. He's been training with Steve and I've been busy with my art project for school. We've decided to do the official date this weekend when we're both free. He seems nervous about it. In fact, I've never felt him this nervous about something, but I have no room to talk either. Sure, I've been on a date or two, but they didn't matter as much as this one does.
I walk to my locker and put my art portfolio into it. I hear a crunch from the back and I see a folded piece of paper. I take it and unfold it to see a note written in Peters handwriting.
Sorry I've been so busy. You look really pretty today <3 -Peter
An uncontrollable grin spreads on my face and I blush. I look around and see Peter and Ned at his locker talking. Peter and I make eye contact and he waves. I point at the note and I can tell he's blushing. He shrugs it off and I smile. It's almost frightening how easily I can get lost in his eyes. Even more so, how quickly and how hard I've fallen for this nerd.
The rest of the week seems to crawl by as I am impatient for the weekend. I haven't told my mom about it yet. Actually, I haven't told her most of what's been happening. It's mainly for her safety, but also because I haven't been able to see her yet. I want to tell her all of this stuff in person. MJ has been there to listen to all of my problems. Our relationship was a little weird at first. She told me she had dated Peter before I got here but it didn't last long. Now, she sorta has this "hey we dated the same guy lets be friends now" type thing going on, and I don't mind. Peter doesn't even try to understand it, but I think he's glad we're friends.
The Saturday finally is here. The first-date -Saturday Saturday. I'm so fucking nervous. Peter is at his aunts so I won't see him until dinner. Thank God. Don't get me wrong I really, really like him, but first dates in general freak me out. I try to think of what my dad would tell me if he were here. Anytime I think of him, I almost feel guilty. He absolutely hated Stark, and now I'm using him as a father figure. If my dad were here, I would never be able to be with the Avengers. I would never have met Peter. This subject would be good to unpack at three AM. Not at eight in the morning.
I get out of bed and stretch. I open my door and Wanda is right in front of it. I jump and gasp. "Shit Wanda I didn't see you there." She comes in and leans against my desk. I shut the door and feel nervous. Wanda has always been more intimidating than the rest.
"Y/n I know about you and Peter." My heart stops and I pinch my palm. "Please don't tell Uncle Stark. He isn't allowing us to date and I'm sorta scared of how this is gonna end." I start to unleash everything on her and she puts her hand out.
"Honey calm down I can read your mind. I already know all of this. You don't have to tell me." She seems strangely relaxed. "To be honest, if I couldn't read both of your minds, I would still think you two are together. Peters absolutely crazy about you. He doesn't try to hide it either." I blush and look down at my hands.
"So does that mean you won't tell Tony?" I ask. "As long as it doesn't get distracting or interfere with our work. Your secrets safe with me." I let out a sigh of relief and she looks at me knowingly. "So. What are you wearing for your date tonight?" I grin and let out a string of thank you's. Wanda and I pick out an outfit for tonight. It's a little more casual, but Peter hasn't told me where we're going.
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