Of Love and Lines (MCUxReader)

One

Author's Note: Surprise! I have no self control, but what else is new. I've decided to start posting each chapter as I edit with my betas. That being said, be warned that I may come back and add things in later if changes need to be made. Also be warned that there is no set posting schedule. I think I can guarantee one chapter a week. Beyond that, no promises. Incase you missed the intro chapter (Dude seriously? Go back and read that shit) please note that book two is written primarily in Penelope's POV because this is her story. Feel free to comment and like as you go. Really only because I get joy out of it.

Also, if you're coming from book one, note that we backtracked. Penny's story starts about 2/3 of the way into Of Love and Mischief. So prepare yourself for some whiplash if you were expecting to pick up right where we left off. We gotta set the scene, if you will.

Enjoy (:

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Penelope POV

"You're coming?" You yelled into the hallway as you leaned forward into the mirror to finish applying a final layer of mascara.

A teal curl fell into your eyes and you blew it out of the way to join the rest of your shoulder length mermaid colored locks. Livi had damn near shit a brick when she'd first seen the balayage lavender and teal masterpiece. Something about you working towards a career in healthcare and the need to look appropriate in the workplace. Blah. Blah. Blah. You still had half a semester left of your degree, and really nursing wasn't as strict about appearances anymore. So you could dye your hair whatever the hell colors you felt like.

"Yeah." Peter's reply echoed back to you from his room.

Throwing the tube back into the bag you gave your outfit a final once over. The periwinkle dress you'd chosen was skintight and covered in glitter. Its hemline was dangerously close to being indecent, just how you liked it.

"You never come, Peter." Adjusting your chest to sit just right in the built-in cups of the deep neckline, you left the bathroom seeking out your best friend.

He was standing in front of his open closet, staring at the contents within.

"It's Friday night, isn't Metal Head expecting you?" You asked.

Peter rolled his eyes, looking at you over his shoulder. "Mr. Stark said I wasn't allowed over for the foreseeable future. Something about Loki being in the tower and him not wanting the guy to corrupt me."

"Wait. What? Loki. The Loki. The god?"

"Yes, Penn. The god."

"Why?"

"He didn't say. He hardly ever shares anything with me. Literally everything I know I've had to find out on my own. I should be lucky he even gave me an explanation at all. Now, are you going to help me here? I have no idea what the hell I'm supposed to wear to something like this."

Sighing in mock annoyance you pushed him out of the way and began to dig through the clothes. You knew the outfit you wanted; the problem was finding it amongst the many graphic tees jammed into the small space.

"Here!" You called over your shoulder to Peter, using your powers to teleport the shirt you'd found to the bed. It was matte black with small white buttons down the front. You followed that with a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a black belt. Digging around the shoe rack you spied his pair of black converse and pulled those out, turning to find him already stripped down to his briefs, bending over to pull on the jeans.

Without missing a beat, you reached out and smacked his ass, throwing the shoes down on the floor and plopping back on his bed before he had the chance to reciprocate. Peter didn't let you get away, jumping on your legs and holding you down as his hands tickled your sides mercilessly, his laughter just as loud as your own. It was worth the bruises he was probably giving you.