𝐸𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠 · 𝑃.𝑃

~15~

"Oh shit..." We said simultaneously.

Peter slowly puts me back on my feet and we smile and try to walk away.                                   
"Don't even think about it!" Tony says, folding his arms over his chest. We immediately stop in our tracks and stand with our arms by our sides, me looking at the floor.                               
"How long has this thing..." Thor points between me and Peter. "Between you two been going on?"                                                                    "Few months...three or four..." Peter says, finding some confidence and standing up straight while also grabbing my hand. I find it too and squeeze it. "And we're not ashamed of it either."    
"None whatsoever." I pitch in. Everyone is staring at us in silence. "And Steve and Wanda knew about it!" I shout and hide behind Peter as everyone turns to look at them in utter shock.              
"YOU KNEW?!" Everyone says at the same time. Wanda and Steve look at each other and run away, everyone chasing them shortly after. Me and Peter laugh as we chase after them also. Steve grabs his shield and covers himself and Wanda.                                                              "I don't know about Wanda but I found out about 10 minutes ago." Steve defended himself.         
"I found out after a month of them dating..." Wanda whispered, everyone looking at her; gobsmacked. Even Steve looked surprised...      
"A MONTH?!" Everyone says at the same time, again. Wanda uses her powers to fly away up the stairs and everyone following after her. Me and Peter start to laugh again and go and sit in the living room.
"I told you everyone would find out." Peter mocks. I slap his shoulder and roll my eyes.
"Shut up, idiot." I grab the remote and turn on the tv and start flicking through the channels. Peter's phone gets a text and he smirks.

"Who was it?" I ask, trying not to sound too curious.
"Mr Stark, they're chasing Wanda and Steve and they're already in New Jersey...how the fuck?" Peter says, laughing but confused.
"Wait so we're home alone?"
"Yeahh...we are." I straddle Peter and start to kiss his neck and tug on his hair.
"Are you sure?" Peter asks with sincerity in his eyes.
"Of course I am. Are you sure? I mean...we're both virgins." I shrug my shoulders and caress his neck. "I'm game if you are."
"I want this...with you y/n." Peter whispers in my ear. "I wanna kiss you, take your clothes off, leaves marks all over your body."
I cut him off with a long kiss, me slowly taking off his shirt as he does the same to mine. He throws both of them into the corner of the room and continues to kiss me.
"Wait." I stop him.
"What? What is it baby?" Peter coddles.
"Upstairs. Now." He nods his head and practically runs and trips up the stairs. I quickly text Nat saying to stall everyone. She was immediately on board and I run upstairs a few minutes later.

I go and quickly change into something amazing and walk into Peter's room and hug him from behind and cover his eyes.
"Guess who?" I whisper seductively in his ear.
"I don't know...you may have to show me." Peter says, slowly taking my hands away from his eyes and turns around. He looks at me and his smile widens as he kisses me while grabbing me by the neck, slightly choking me and pulled me away from his face.
"I'm in charge, babe. Don't even think about trying to win this one." Peter growls in my ear.
"Oh don't worry...I won't." I struggle to say to how strong his grip is. He takes his hand away from my neck and kisses the small marks he left, making bigger ones.
"My dad's gonna kill me..." I whimper.
"Do you care though?" Peter grips my hair and pulls me back to look at him. I shake my head.
"No sir." Peter seems surprised by my answer but rolls with it. Peter pulls me in by my bra straps and smashes his lips against mine, initiating a animalistic kiss. Clashing of tongues, teeth and bumping of noses got us laying down on Peter's bed with him on top of me.

A FEW HOURS LATER...

Me and Peter were laying in his bed, our sweaty bodies clinging onto each other. I was laying on his chest, drawing shapes on it while he was running his fingers through my hair.
"Was it good for you?" Peter asks out of the blue. I look up at him with a shocked look.
"Peter...you have super strength and spiderwebs. I don't think it gets any better than that." I say, speaking nothing but the truth.
"You seriously just mentioned the web shooters?"
"Yep. It was completely necessary to this conversation."
I hear the front door close and me and Peter jump up.
"Shit shit shit!" I whisper shout.
"y/n! Peter! We're home!" Tony shouts up the stairs.
"We beat the shit out of your dad!" Nat chips in. I stifle my laughter while gathering up all of my clothes scattered around the room then I remember, my shirt is downstairs.
"Peter! Our shirts are downstairs!" I whisper shout. Peter's eyes just widen. We both throw on one of his hoodies and walk down the stairs like nothing had happened.
"Hey guys!" I greet everyone, one by one engulfing me and Peter hugs.
"Why'd you guys change?" Steve asks us. We look at each other.
"We got cold and we watched a movie upstairs." Peter lies, which gives me slight butterflies given how good he is at it.
"y/n? Can I talk to you for a moment?" Nat ushers me into the kitchen.
"What's up, girl?" I ask. She pulls out her handbag and pulls out me and Peter's shirts.
"I saw this while walking in the house and shoved them in my bag before your dad could see."
"Thank you, you are a fucking life saver. I owe you so much.."
"Why?" Steve walks into the room and leans on the doorway.
"Ummm..." I glance at Nat. "She was doing my laundry because I did hers last week."
"Oh. That's nice y/n and nothing like you." Steve says, giggling slightly.