Peter's POV
Five minutes.
Five minutes, and she manages to get drunk as hell.
I carry Y/n onto the elevator in her apartment building and we ride up to the tenth floor. Finally, when I hear the ding, the elevator door opens and I carry Y/n out into the hallway.
"Is this the right number?" I ask her, as we approach the apartment door she told me. The walk from Ben's house, all the way to her apartment building was cold, but not tiring. Being Spider-Man has its perks. It would've been nicer if I could have swung the two of us here, but even though Y/n is drunk, I didn't want to take that risk.
"Mh-mmm, this is the one." She grabbed at my shirt, feeling my bicep again, "Damn, you're strong." she spoke once again, my face turning a small tint of red from the comment.
"Thank you?" I sad as more of a question then a genuine thank you. This girl really does have my mind all over the place. I open the door with my free hand and we step into the apartment. As soon as we enter I turn around and shut the door, locking it.
Her apartment was small, a little smaller then mine. It's hard to see that two people could live in here. From what I could see, you walk straight into the kitchen, and to the left there is a hallway, that leads to two bedrooms, and a bathroom. On the side of the kitchen, there is a small island, and a table with two chairs near the wall. A large couch is dividing the kitchen from the living room where there is a television, a coffee table and two small chairs. The kitchen has all the appropiate appliances, and there is barley any color. The whole apartment in white and beige. The rug in the living room is the only pop of color. There is barley any painting or pictures to cover the walls either, just leaving them bare.
In other words, I don't think this is a place Y/n would live in. At all.
"This is where you live?" I ask her.I figured her house would have all this technology and a high-tech sort of feel, somewhere where she worked on her projects. At least look somewhat creative. Perhaps, even something bigger than this, for she is a princess.
"Yep. My home sweet home." She drunkly spoke, "Sorry, it's not really furnished, though. We only did just move in a few weeks ago, and haven't gotten to decorating yet."
"Hasn't it almost been a month? It's almost Halloween." I replied.
"Really?" she giggled, and looked up at me, "Wow, time flies when you're having fun, I guess. Halloween will be super fun, and I can't wait to dress up! What are you going as. I'm sure you could pull off anything, with that body of yours." She rubbed her hand up and down my back, soothingly, leaving chills on my body.
"Wh-What did you say?" I asked flustered and confused.
"I'm serious. How are you so strong? You've been carrying me around, like I'm some feather. And I'm definitely not as light as a feather."
"Y-You're fine." My voice cracked as I spoke, looking down at her.
"Did you just say I'm fine?" She questioned and smirked, still looking up at me.
"Uhh-N-no that's not what I meant, heh." My face grew redder and redder as I spoke, "Th-that's not what I meant, h-how I meant to say it."
"Aww, that's too bad. I would've taken it as a compliment!" she winked at me.
What the hell is going on, and why do I feel like this?
She's drunk, that's why. Just drunk.
But why is this how she acts when she's drunk.
"Okay, well you need to sleep this off, so time for bed!" I announce, my voice cracking once again, trying to make her walk with me again, and show me her bedroom.
"Fine, wanna join me?"
What?!
How have I not exploded already
"Y/N!" I whisper yell, not sure why I whispered. She laughed at my reaction.
I sigh after she finished laughing, "Is your Dad home?" I ask.
"So you do wanna join me?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows at me.
"That's not- you know that's not what I meant!"
She laughs, "No he's not."
I pick her up bridal style, knowing she won't be able to walk anymore, and carry her to her bedroom. She's pretty tall so her feet brushed along the wall when we entered the hallway going to the bedrooms. I open the first door on the right, to see a small bedroom, with a bed in the middle of the room. There's also nightstands on each side of the bed, but besides that the room is pretty empty, only small enough to fit those three pieces of furniture. I softly place her down onto the bed and once she is rested on the bed, I start to get up.
But before i know it, I'm back on the ground, Y/n dragging me onto the bed.
She snuggles into me, still holding my hand.
"Y/N, wh-what are you do-doing?!"
"Shhhhh, I have a headache." she whispers to me, her eyes closed.
"Y/n," I start to whisper, "You got to let go, I've gotta go home."
"No." she states, before placing her arm onto my chest, her head so close, I can smell her lavender vanilla hair conditioner.
Before I know it Y/n opened her eyes to look at me, her hand lifting up my shirt slowly.
"Y/N, what are you-"
"How the hell do you have a six pack, Peter!"
"I, uhhhh, I ummm-"
"I'm sorry, but how do you not have a girlfriend? Your wayyyy too hot to be single."
"What?"
"I mean you're the whole package. You're smart, funny, the nicest person I have ever met, and if I haven't mentioned it at this point, totally ripped. You're so adorable, and I trust you with my life. You're too hot, way hot, and you don't have a girlfriend? It doesn't make sense."
"I, uh- I don't- You think I'm hot?" manages to come out of the mix of words I just said
She laughs, "I mean, yeah look at you." she turns, so her head is looking at me, her hand still resting on my chest. Her beautiful, soft, blue eyes, looking up at me, staring into my soul.
I lay there, looking at her gorgeous face, at a loss for words, while she gets comfortable, laying on me. Her whole face shines, bright, the moon hitting her from the window. Everything about her is so effortlessly flawless, and she is just the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.
"Can, you put my shirt back down now?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry."
"Can I get up now?"
"Nope."
"But, I have to lock the door."
"Peter, I'm not stupid, I saw you lock it on the way in."
"But-"
"Goodnight, Peter." she says one last time, "Sweet dream." she yawns, falling asleep instantly after we stopped talking.
What the hell just happened?
She sure is a character when she's drunk
Did she mean that?
Mean all that she said?
She thinks that I'm hot?
A small smile crept onto my face, before I looked at her face again. I closed my eyes and darkness overcame me, as I did dream the sweetest of dreams.
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The Spider and the Stark
Adventure(Peter Parker x Reader) Y/n Stark, the daughter of the famous Tony Stark, better known as Iron Man, doesn't have a normal life. Living with the Avengers for one and not being known as the other. Being the daughter of the billionaire isn't exactly sa...
