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Peter Parker - The Baby-Project

„I lost our baby."
The world shattered. At least it felt like it.
„You did what?"
She stared at him, holding her breath, waiting for him to say that this was a cruel joke. But he didn't.
„Peter.", she took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, „That project is due tomorrow!"
She screamed either way, her voice rising with every word. The boy jumped. (Y/N) never screamed at him. Okay, maybe not never. Only in emergency situations. Like when he came to her for some stitching up after a hard fight or when he'd gotten himself yet another hour of detention for sneaking out of school and fighting supervillains. But other than that (Y/N) never screamed at him. She was scary when she was angry.
„I'm sorry! I'm sorry!", the boy pleaded, „I swear, I didn't mean to!"
„Of course you didn't!", the girl retorted, jumping up from her seat at his desk to pace the small space of his room, „No one plans on losing something! That doesn't change the fact that we're going to fail this course if we don't have anything to show tomorrow!"
„I know... I'm really, really, really sorry!"
(Y/N) made the mistake to look at him and his damn puppy dog eyes. Her anger vaporated. How could she stay mad if he was looking at her like that.
„Ugh! Stop it!", the girl groaned, letting herself fall on the bed next to him, „We're going to figure this out. We just have to find it. Do you know where you could have lost it?"
It in question, the'baby', being a sack of all-purpose flour their teacher had given them for some stupid partner-project regarding responsibility and care-taking. They had carried the bag around for two weeks now, tomorrow being the last day of the project. The grade on this project would make out nearly fifty percent of their grade for this year and seeing as Peter had missed more than half of the lessons and (Y/N) had never gotten over a C minus all year, this could make or break it for both of them.
„I don't know... I had it this morning and I know that I took it to school, but after that...", Peter answered, shrugging helplessly.
(Y/N) sighed: „OK, then we'll just have to retrace your steps.", she jumped up again, pulling the boy up as well, „Let's get going, the sooner we'll find it, the better."

„And you're sure you had it with you during the first three classes?"
The boy nodded, opening a few drawers of the teachers desk: „I brought it to biology and math."
(Y/N) sighed: „Well, it's not in the lab and it's definitely not in this classroom. So, where did you go next?"
„Next would have been chem...", Peter thought aloud and was promptly interruped by his best friend: „Which you missed, again."
„Right. I was called downtown for a mission. So...", he trailed out of the room, followed by (Y/N), and stopped in front of the janitors closet down the hall, „I changed in here before leaving."
„Really, Peter?", (Y/N) asked incredulously, „A broom closet? You couldn't have changed in the bathroom?"
He shrugged, throwing open the door: „This was the closest I could find. Besides, someone could walk in on me changing in the bathroom."
„That's what the stalls are for, you know."
He threw her his Do-You-Really-Want-To-Fight-About-This-glance, which made (Y/N) shut up immidiately.
„Alright, alright. So, the broom closet. Let's see if our baby is in there."
They squeezed into the small room, searching the rows of shelves and the dark, disgustingly dirty spaces beneath them.
„Do you see it?", Peter asked into the dim-lighted room, almost immidiately receiving an answer from his left: „Nope, nothing. Maybe if it wasn't so dark in here-"
In that moment the door to the closet flew open, blinding light streaming in, only slightly blocked by a figure in the doorway.
„Ehm... What the hell are you two doing in there?"
Oh no. No.No.No.No!, (Y/N) cursed, recognizing the voice in an instant. Everyone but Flash.
Her eyes adjusted to the light and, to her dismay, made out the familiar face of School Nuissance #1, Flash Thompson.
„What are you doing here?!", the girl screeched.
„I could ask you the same.", Flash answered sarcastically, a devious grin spreading on his face, „I'm not the one found in a broom closet with Penis Parker. Don't tell me the two of you were making out."
Peter was about to disagree, as (Y/N) elbowed him in the stomach, knocking the breath out of his lungs.
„Busted...", She answered, forcing an awkward laugh out of her mouth, „Any chance you could keep this to yourself?"
Flash looked at her, almost bored, before taking out his phone and, with a devilish, satisfied grin, snapped a picture of them: „Nope."
And with that he walked away. (Y/N) waited until the boy had rounded the corner before sighing a breath of relief and stepping out of the closet: „That was so close."
Peter, who had stepped out after her, just stared at his best friend: „You do realize that Flash is going to tell everyone that he's found us making out in a broom closet, right?"
Her (e/c) eyes were blazing when she looked at the young hero: „Of course. But that's far better than him telling our teacher that we've lost the baby and therefore, us failing the course."
Peter wanted to argue, but shut his mouth quickly. First of all because he couldn't argue with that logic and second of all because he thought (Y/N) might rip his head off if he risked arguing this further.
The girl nodded, satisfied with her friends decision, before returning to matters at hand: „Back to the baby. You changed in the closet and then?"
„I left my stuff in there and came back after school had already finished to get my backpack. So it couldn't have gotten lost in between that time.", Peter explained hastily.
„And after school?"
He thought for a moment: „After school I met with Mr. Stark at his place. He had some new updates for my suit."
„Stark Residence it is, then."

(Y/N) had been to the home of Tony Stark multiple times by now. With Peter being her best friend, therefore constant project partner, Mr. Starks intern and a superhero, there wasn't much time for them to do schoolwork in between. So, out of neccessity (and maybe a little bit curiousity on (Y/N)s part), she had accompanied Peter to the Stark Residence to do some homework while he was working on his suit.
By now it wasn't a big surprise to see the two of them arrive together and Tony was always happy to see the girl (mostly because he could tease Peter about it later). It was however a surprise, to see his student and his students crush, burst into his residence and rip the place apart in a frantic search. He watched them whirl through his living room, regretting the day he ever gave Peter a key, before stopping them with a booming: „Kids!"
They looked at him like deer in the headlights.
„What the hell is going on?!"
(Y/N) was first to regain her senses: „We lost our baby."
Or maybe not, Tony decided. His look must have given away his confusion, because Peter quickly threw in: „It's a school project. We had to keep an eye on this sack of flour and now it's gone."
„Your sack of flour ran away?", Tony asked jokingly, earning angry glances from the teens.
He raised his hands in mock surrender: „Haven't seen it. But you could ask Pepper. She's in the kitchen."
And off they went. Tony looked after them, shaking his head, muttering: „Teenager..."

(Y/N) and Peter nearly fell into the kitchen, stumbling over each other as they shouted something incoherable at Pepper. She could faintly make out the words'baby' 'flour' 'help', which made her stop in her tracks, heart racing.
„What?", she asked, hoping it wasn't what she thought their blabbler meant.
They caught their breath, before Peter panted: „Have you seen our flour-baby?"
Before Pepper could even answer (relief flooding through her), (Y/N) looked up and let out a small shriek, pointing at Pepper: „Our baby!"
Peters head snapped up, a panicked look in his eyes: „Oh no..."
Pepper Potts had never been so confused in her entire life. She looked between the teenagers, trying to follow their line of sight, before realizing what they were looking at. In her hands she held a half-empty bag of all-purpose flour, which she had just used to bake some cookies.
„Peter!", (Y/N)s voice rang through the quiet kitchen, making the boy jump.
„Already on my way.", he mumbled, quickly evacuating the room.
Pepper Potts couldn't help but laugh.

It was late evening when(Y/N) finally received a text from her best friend. She had settled into bed already and was reading her favourite book, when her phone chimed to signal a new message.
It was a picture of Peter in his pyjamas, a bag of all-purpose flour (identical to the one he'd lost) tugged into bed beside him.

Not losing that one again.

(Y/N) laughed quietly, typing back a quick text consisting of some emojis. Only a second later, another text appeared:

Have you seen Flash's post?

She had. Hours ago Flash had posted the picture he'd shot of them together in the broom closet, some stupid comment about them dating under it.

                                                                              Yes. Seems like we're dating now.

She waited for Peters answer. He took longer than usual, although he was typing constantly. Finally, just when she thought about putting her phone away and returning to her book, the message popped up on her screen.

If that's the case, maybe you'd like to go out sometime?

(Y/N) couldn't stop the grin from spreading over her face. She was a blushing, grinning, squealing mess. It took a minute or two to gather her thoughts again, by then, Peter had sent another message; or rather three:

Only if you want to, of course.

If not, that's completely fine.

I don't want to pressure you into anything...

With a big grin on her face, (Y/N) finally replied, a short, but wholeheared:

                                                                    I'd love to,Peter.