Forgotten Memory | Peter Parker x Reader

chapter 14- Disneyland!

Being in the tower is exactly as I remember it. But something still feels... lost in my mind.

"Y/n, we're going Disneyland!" Peter 1 yells, running into my room.

"Wait, really?!" I ask excitedly, getting up.

"Yeah!"

Me and Peter 1 start screaming and jumping around, causing heavy footsteps to echo across the halls.

"What's going on? Is anyone hurt?" Dad asks, him and Peter 3, my Peter, rushing in.

"We're just excited to go to Disneyland," Peter 1 explains sheepishly.

"Really? You sounded like you were being murdered," Peter 3 says, making me chuckle.

Pulling on Peter 3's hoodie, I pull him closer, but ghost him lips, remembering dad's in the room. I peck his cheek, pecking dad's and smiling as he and Peter 1 leave.

I slowly close the door, wait a few seconds, then pull Peter down, pressing my lips to his soft ones.

He harshly pulls on my waist, a smile forming on our lips as we walk back into the bed.

Chuckling as we fall backwards in bed, Peter trails his lips down my neck, making me swallow a moan.

"Peter, I have to get ready," I say, pulling his head up to mine.

"Come on, Baby. Just a little longer," he whispers, sending shivers to sprint up my spine.

"My dad didn't see you leave my room. He'll get suspicious," I say, sitting in his lap.

The tent of his pants begin tightening, making me look up at him.

"But maybe we can spare a few minutes."

Nipping aggressively at his neck, he pulls on my hips to get as close as he can, moaning quietly as I hit a sweet spot.

I get up and change into a f/c spaghetti-strap shirt, black puffy jeans with a chain hanging across my hip and wear purple, black and white Air Jordan 1s.

Giving a little spin to Peter, he bites his lip, wrapping his arms around my waist, resting his hand in the small of my back.

"You look gorgeous, Darling." I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing a sweet and long kiss to his lips.

"Thank you. Now, let's go Disneyland!"

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In a quinjet, I look between Peter 3, dad, Scott, and Bucky.

"Why are we going Disneyland again? I mean, not that I don't want to go, but why?" I ask.

"We're celebrating your memory restoration," Scott explain. "I can't wait to get there!"

I give him a look.

"I'm a man child, okay?"

I chuckle as I pinch the bridge of my nose, shaking my head.

"How long till we get there?"

"We just got in the jet. It'll still take about 2 hours and a half to get there. And that's just a rough estimation," dad answers.

"What if we hit the other 3 quinjets by accident?"

"Y/n?" Peter calls.

I turn to him, cocking my head to the side.

"Too many questions?" I ask.

Peter nods, stifling a laugh. He presses a small kiss to my cheek, dad giving him a look.