"There's something I have to tell you.....I haven't been completely honest with you either."
Y/N, Peter, Ned, and MJ have been best friends since they were 12. But Y/N has been keeping a secret the whole time. When Peter and Y/N finally admit their...
I wake up the next morning and feel warm strong arms wrapped around me, Peter. He has one arm wrapped around my waist and the other he's using as a pillow. My face is buried in his chest, breathing his scent, he smells like chocolate, shampoo and a slight bit of sweat.
I don't know whether to stay here where I feel safe and warm with Peter, or to go out and have to face the crappy world we live in. I decide to just sleep in for a few minutes. Peter tightens his arm around me, pulling me closer to his body.
I look up at his face, he looks so peaceful, he's usually stressed, extremely alert, nervous, or just thinking really hard about something, when he's awake, he barely ever relaxes. But in a few minutes thet relaxation is going to end.
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I feel someone stroking my h/c hair, whispering my name. I open my eyes and see Peter smiling at me.
"Morning" he says in a sleepy voice.
"Morning to you too" I say, sitting up.
I look at my nightstand behind Peter and the time reads 9:30 and- Oh shoot! We slept in an extra 30 minutes!
I quickly get out of bed, Peter notices the time and does the same. He grabs a set of clothes out of the box and runs to the bathroom. I run over to my dresser and grab a skirt and a f/c crop top.
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I pull on my favorite boots and sit on my bed. Peter walks out of the bathroom in jeans and a gray t-shirt, he puts on his Midtown High sweater and his shoes.
I get up and grab my jacket then follow him out the door.
Its cold outside, I can hear the autumn leaves crunch under our shoes. He intertwines his fingers with mine as we walk to the subway station.
On the subway we look around and find an empty two seater. The the chairs are made out of ripped up fake leather, we sit down, me sitting by the window and Peter on the isle seat.
I rest my head on his shoulder, still holding his hand I ask "What do you think she'll say, when she finds out?"
He chuckles and turns to look at me "Do you know what the first thing she said was when she found out?"
I shake my head.
"She said, and I quote, What the fu-"
"LANGUAGE!" I say, putting my hand over his mouth.
He mumbles something under my hand, so I pull it away.
"Huh?" I ask
"I said, what was that?"
"Oh, yea sorry it just slipped out." I say.
"Mr. America teach you that?" He asks.
"Yea, I guess I spendt more time with Steve than any of my other uncles." I sigh "How'd youknow?"
"I only met him once but, I don't know, he just seems like that kind of person." Peter explains.
We sit in silence for the rest of the trip. We eventually get to his apartment complex, the whole way there he constantly reassures me that it's going to be okay.
We get to his door and I stop, just staring at the door. A thousand thoughts are going through my head. What if May gets scared and doesn't think it's best for me to stay? What if she doesn't trust me anymore? What if‐
My thoughts gey cut off by Peter. "Hey, we've got this." He shows our intertwined hands.
I take a deep breath and nod, signaling to him that I'm ready.
He takes out his key and unlocks the door. It only takes a few seconds but for me it feels like minutes.
We walk in and Peter calls "May, I'm home! Y/N's here by the way."
May come out of the kitchen and lets her hair out of of a bun. "Hey you two."
I so scared I cant talk, Peter notices so he takes charge.
"Uh, May, we, uh have something to tell you."
By the look on her face I can tell that she knows its important. May motions for us to sit down on the couch. We obey and she sits on the one across from us.
"May" I start. "There's some things you don't know about me" I take what must be my 15th deep breath of the day.
I proceed to tell just the basic details, that I was adopted by Natasha Romanoff and Bruce Banner when I was nine, and that I lived with the Avengers and that they are my family. Then I told her about the argument between my uncle Tony and my uncle Steve that separated the family.
"My parents are on the run" I say "I don't have anywhere to stay. The government doesn't know I'm related to them in any way. You guys arent in any danger because Peter fought on team Ironman." I conclude.
"So can she stay?" Peter asks.
May nods then hugs me. "Of course sweetie, you can stay as long as you need"
"Thank you." I say with Peter.
"Now about the living situation.... we really can't have you sleeping on the couch so....I guess you're going to have to sleep in Peter's room. He's got a bunk-bed." She says, trying to cheer up the mood.
Peter drags me too his room and starts thinking of places to put my stuff. Not that I have much anymore, I gave up a lot of things because I would only be able to bring one suitcase with me.
We decide to go back to my place after breakfast to grab my things. But in the meantime Peter and I play Harry Potter Funkoverse in his room. We're having so much fun I almost forget why I'm moving in in the first place.
Author's note Hope you liked it! Shout out to ce11ers for being my number 1 supporter with this book. She posted the last chapter for her Peter x reader book today and it is so amazing so pls check it out!
Also some Peter and imagine dragons up there in the beginning for you.
