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you're hurt ~ peter parker 2

"dad?" i questioned, trying to be as quiet as possible while i made my way into the main kitchen of the avengers compound. "erm..no?" i heard someone practically ask themselves. i wandered round the corner, to find a young looking boy leaning against the kitchen counter. "do i know you?" i asked, walking towards one of the cupboards to grab a glass. "i don't think so. erm..peter parker." the boy held out his hand for me to shake, which made me smile. "y/n stark." i grinned, shaking his hand. "as in, tony stark?" peter asked, clearly taken aback. "that would be correct, kid." i heard my dad enter from behind us. "why are you still up, sweetheart." he asked, ruffling my hair. "i couldn't sleep. plus, bucky keeps having nightmares across the hall so it's keeping me awake. can i have my room back yet?" i asked, raising an eyebrow. "well, that is why i was looking for you all day, but your mother said you were out." he raised an eyebrow at me, suspiciously. "yes i was. i can't elaborate on that, but i promise there were no boys involved." i grinned, leaning up to give him a quick peck on the cheek before skipping off my original room, desperate for some sleep.

peter's pov-

i watched as y/n left the room, clearly excited she may be able to get a reasonable amount of rest, when mr stark snapped his fingers in my face. "wha-sorry.." i chewed the inside of my cheek, waiting for what he would say. "i trust you kid. just don't screw up and don't break my daughter's heart either." he informed me, causing my eyes to widen. "mr sta-" i was interrupted by the man. "you don't think that i just watched the way you stared at her while she left. if you wanna give a relationship with my daughter a shot then go for it, i trust you." he grinned at me before leaving me with the company of myself and my thoughts.

2 months later (y/n's pov)-

i was laid in bed, half asleep after the literal chaos caused last night by my dad's party. "hey i'm here." i heard from the doorway, making my body shoot up from the comfort of my bed to face the doorway. peter had been distant the past couple of days, and i didn't have a clue why, and due to my concern, i confronted my dad about it, but he knew nothing but did say he had been behaving the same with him, so it clearly wasn't my fault. i stood up, ready to throw my body into his embrace when i noticed the cuts and bruises that littered his face. "peter.." i started. "i'm fine, y/n, i promise." he tried to reassure me, but it didn't work. i marched over to the doorway, dragging his body across the hall and into the bathroom, much to his dislike. "y/n, what are you doing?" he questioned, as i shut the door. "what happened, parker?" i demanded, turning my back away from his body so that i could fill the sink with water and grab a clean cloth. "i-" he paused. "i don't really want to talk about it." he sighed, looking at his feet. "okay." i smiled, pushing his figure against the counter so i could stand in front of him. while i was cleaning his cuts, i noticed the brunette staring at me while i did so. "why are you helping me, y/n? i basically ignored you for two days and then got back and refused to talk about what happened." he asked, clearly confused. "peter, i care. if you're hurt, i'll help you. if you need time, i'll give you time. and if you don't wanna talk that's your choice, i respect it." i smiled, turning his head away from me so i could get a better angle on some of the wounds. "are you serious?" he asked, shocked. "for god's sake peter! keep your head still, i need to clean them before they get infected." i scolded, turning his head back to the position i had it in moments ago. "you care about me." he smiled, turning his head back again. "yes i do. very much. now can i please finish off here?" i asked, raising an eyebrow at him. he stayed silent for a moment, clearly thinking out his next move, before he leant down, connecting our lips in a very short but gentle kiss. "okay. now you can." he grinned, as i stood there shocked.