𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝟓

Stubborn ❀

𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer spideyyeet on Tumblr

https://www.tumblr.com/spideyyeet/634610773592768513/blurb-of-avengerreader-being-stubborn-and-not

Parings → Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader

Warnings → angst, fluff

Summary → Reader being stubborn but eventually falls asleep in Peter's arms.

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Peter knows you. He knows how independent and strong you are. He really admired everything about you, but you were pretty stubborn as well. Especially now because Tony and Steve grounded you for going “rogue” on the mission yesterday. Technically you just switched your position because you were stuck as the look out for the past year.

So here you are, messy hair, clad in a hoodie and sweats, fluffy socks dragging across the floor. You took a seat on the stool in the kitchen.

“Hey,” Peter chirped, munching on some chips, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.

“How was the mission?” You asked, resting your chin on your palm. Peter met your eye, giving you a small smile.

“It wasn’t that exciting, it was alright,” Peter shrugged, coming around to stand behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder, arm wrapping around you, palm resting on your torso. He heard your heart beat faster, your body instantly reacting to his touch making him smile.

“I heard Bucky say it was really exciting,” you retort, rubbing your face. Peter sighs, eyes cast up as you look over at him.

“C'mon y/n/n,” Peter squeezed your side, kissing your cheek softly.

“Who was on look out?” You ignored what he said. Peter bit his lip. Your brows furrowed. “What?” You turned the stool around, Peter’s arms falling loose, still holding his water bottle and chips in one hand and the other on your torso.

“Um...there wasn’t one?” Your brows knit together in confusion, head tilting to the side.

“Wha—why? I’ve been that fucking position the whole year cuz we needed one?” You rolled your eyes, going back to Peter for answers, he looked away, avoiding eye contact.

“Well um...” he clears his throat. “I-I found out, they never really need one...” Peter nibbles on his lip, he promised Tony he wouldn’t tell you, but here you are, his beautiful girlfriend, miserable and not even letting him hold you, all because of Tony and Steve’s parental instincts.

“Yoo what?” Your eyes were glazed.

“They’ve just been worried ‘bout you, since you know...” Peter explained.

“Last year was bullshit, I was gone for less than a week, and that fucking cuts healed,” you huffed, Peter’s hand coming up to cup your cheek, only for you to turn your head, storming out of the kitchen. Peter dropped his head, rubbing his face.

Half an hour passed by until Peter found you in the common room, blanket around your shoulders as The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King played on the screen. He quietly sat beside you, setting his water on the table .

You were silent. Peter felt his chest fill with warmth as he felt your body relax further when he walked into the room. Nonetheless, you kept your hands to yourself, legs tucked up to your chest, eyes locked on Aragorn and Legolas.

“Y/n,” Peter breaks the silence. You don’t answer. “I’m here for you, you know that,” he mumbles, instantly hearing the increase of your heart beat. “Baby?”

Peter nibbles on his bottom lip, seeing you unresponsive, so he just settled back on the couch. The film was long, half way through Peter was yawning, head resting on the pillow against the arm of the couch.

Your tired eyes gazed over at him from the opposite side of the couch. His arms crossed over his chest, biceps pushing against the white T-shirt, tired eyes trying to stay open, the screen reflecting back at him. He looked so warm.

You really couldn’t resist him.

Taking a small breath, you quietly crawled to your boyfriend. Peter’s eyes fluttered open when he felt you carefully push his arms up, slipping under them. A soft smile pushing against his lips, fixing his position slightly, letting you get comfortable, your leg laying over his thighs, arms around him, and face buried in the crook of his neck.

You released a deep sigh, melting in his arms, letting Peter hold you. He bit his lip, reaching over for your blanket, laying it over the both of you, causing you to snuggle closer to him, lips lightly pressing against his neck. His cheeks flushing as his heart burst from the gesture. His arms tightened around you, pushing some hair from your face so he can catch a glimpse of your relaxed features, hearing your breath even instantly falling asleep.

His lips pressing against your temple, brushing his lips against you, before mumbling softly, “I love you.”

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