THE RED WIDOW// peter parker x reader

TWENTY THREE

Fitting day was almost everyone's favorite.
Everyone includes; Tommy, sam, Noah, Josh and Lily.
Each one with their own reason of course.

Lily stood on a random stool, her hands spread up in the air, a wide grin covering her small face "I want it to be long and white!"

Noah shook his head lightly, laughing as he wrapped the measuring tape around her small frame "straight out of Disney, huh princess Lilian." He said with a soft chuckle as he stood up "I'm gonna make sure you'll get the best wedding dress for your cute ass face."

You bent over the small desk, standing behind Sam to get a better look at the sketch.

"Is this-" you started as you recognized the sketch.

"A sample copy of the iconic Chanel Haute Couture Spring 1992 dress the legendary christy turlington wore? Yes. It Absolutely is." She sang her words proudly, dropping her pencil down on the paper, looking at you with a cheeky grin. "and I'm gonna make it to the most iconic girl I know." She poked your arm softly, seeing how far you'll put up with her excitement.

You shook your head softly at her, knowing you need to be patient when it comes to clothing and Sam. Barely holding back a smile, you turned on your heels to get out of her way. To go back to work on the real mission.

Peter on the other hand, was almost vibrating with anticipation to go out.
Josh was talking to him about some story a mission they did a year ago but Peter's mind are far away already.
He's been craving a mission since he first got to the base.
Yes, this whole double agent mission he's in, is technically a mission and yes, he is very thankful he was picked and blah blah blah, but he wanted real action, he needed James bond bond movies kind of moments.
At least that's what peter expected when Fury first assigned him.

But James bond didn't come into action so far and Peter had a decision to make by next week.
Peter, who got way too deep and attached this mission, to the said 'dangerous gang' he had to capture, and, would have to lie if he said that he wasn't delaying any sort of an end or a step closer to finishing this mission.
Not only he genuinely enjoyed his time at the base (surprisingly), now, after that he's been with the kids, with you, he realized that not everything is black and white. That some things in life are in a weird grey territory.
And all this emotions and overthinking made it so hard to betray, lock up and ruin the life of his most close friends he had for the past months.

Just the thought of what everyone's faces when they found out about him would look like makes him sick.

And knowing thw physical harm you'd cause him really doesn't help Peter's situations.

So, like every night since he got there, he scrunched uo his face and pinched his thigh until it bruised, hoping the pain would distract him enough to push those thoughts away.

Only that the memory of your pillowy lips on his float back onto his mind and that's just extremely worse.

But right now, a smack on Peter's back woke him up to reality, making him jerk slightly and look to his left only to find a smirking Noah.

"It's stripping time"

The rest of the day went smoothly, filled with the same hyper energy and trendy songs.

While Noah wrote down the last of the measurements for his own suit and Sam finished cutting up silky fabric, the res5 made themselves a small karaoke stage on the couch, screaming without a sense of rhythm to Queen.

You on the other hand, sat in the kitchen, glued to your notebook and phone, running over the timeline and schedule of the event.
It's supposed to be simple enough, a small performance you'd have to make, a sudden blackout and poof you're out of there with the fat bank.