A Sunday Kind of Love- a Peter Parker x Reader story

Chapter 30

A/n: IIIIIM TURNINGGGG THIRTYYYY and my stupid friends are having stupid childrennnnn god I hope someone got my joke if not then this is embarrassing umm go and watch Bo Burnhams Inside if you haven't yet <3

Y/n's POV:

The next few days I relax and enjoy my last days of winter break. I sleep in until 11:00 or so every day and stay up late talking to Peter. Ever since I came back, he's been a little clingy. I'm not complaining though. He usually tries to give me some space, but now, he's been here everyday and spends most of his time with me. I don't mind it. He keeps me entertained and calms me down when I get too stressed out.

Speaking of getting stressed out, I was hanging out with Peter today when Tony called me into his workshop. I stop kissing Peter and stand up. Is this gonna be the day that he punishes me for screwing up? He hasn't really been angry with me like I thought he would, but today could be the day since I'm basically healed now.

I walk slowly to his shop and hesitate at the door. I could leave now. I could say I didn't hear the announcement and went for a walk. I'm about to turn around when his voice calls from inside.
"Y/n I know you're out there." I groan and open the door.
"Hi Uncle Stark." He nods and doesn't look up from his computer. He presses a few keys before closing the laptop and turning to me.

Every time he calls me in, he does this silent treatment thing where he just stares me down until I talk. I think it's to make me less scared to speak for myself, but it doesn't help. In fact, it makes me more worried than before.
"Did you need me for something?" I ask and hold my hands together.
"Yes. Now you probably know what you did wrong when fighting." I take a shaky breath and sit down. Tony turns on his projector and a video of me fighting Austin from the camera in my suit pops up.

We talk about what I could've done differently with Natasha and Steve. Once they leave, both having notes on what I need to work on while training, Tony does the stupid look thing again.

"Can I leave now?" I ask wearily. We've been talking for an hour or two already and I'm tired of this.
"No. You disobeyed the teams orders. You know that?" I feel the coldness of guilt travel down my spine.
"Yeah I know. But I didn't have enough time to call you guys. I just got home and he was there. He would've heard me if I had done it then. I used my impulses like Natasha told me to." He pinches the bridge of his nose, a familiar motion he uses when talking to me.

"Y/n, your IQ just astounds me sometimes. You do realize that I put emergency buttons in everyone's suits for moments like these?" Ok ouch. I know I don't have the best common sense, but he doesn't have to be rude about it.

"My suit was in my room. I couldn't get to it in time before we started fighting." Really, I could've gotten to it. I could've ran in and put it on quickly as he was about to leave, but that wasn't my first thought.

"I just don't really think I did anything wrong at the start. For the first time fighting, mind you I was alone, I think I did a damn well good job at it." I shrug and lean back in my chair.
"Jesus. You really do have too much of me in you." He says.

"Is that a compliment?" I ask and smirk.
"Do you think it is?" It's a rhetorical question, but I still answer anyway.

"Of course it's a compliment. You're a playboy billionaire. Who wouldn't want to be you?" He rolls his eyes.
"Kissing my ass isn't gonna make me less angry at you." The last part of my statement was sarcastic, but he must've not picked up on it.

"Ok I'm sorry for not notifying you guys beforehand, and I know what I did was wrong. Sincerely, I apologize Mr. Stark." I say, and I mean it. He huffs and wipes his nose.