14/04/2025
You're in your room inside Tony's private penthouse at the top of Stark Tower. You're just getting ready for bed when there's a knock at your window. Groaning, you open the window, knowing exactly who it is.
"Seriously, Peter?" You whisper-yell. "You do know doors exist for a reason."
"You really want your father knowing we're dating?" He retorts.
"Keep your voice down," you hiss. "He's still up. Get in here you idiot, it's freezing out there."
He climbs through the window deftly shutting it in one smooth, fluid movement as if he's done it a million times, which he probably has. He hugs you tightly as soon as he gets in.
"I haven't seen you in ages." You breathe when he lets go.
"I can't stay long. Aunt May gave me a curfew."
You pout. "I'm sure she'd understand if you told her the truth."
"She'd probably tell Happy... Or Mr Star- your father." He points out running his hands down your shoulder. "But, hey, it's your birthday!"
You smile, glancing at the clock. "A little early."
Shrugging, he grins. "What's a few hours?"
"You're insane you know that?"
"You're the one who puts up with me." He kisses you softly. "Happy birthday, Y/n."
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