The Spider and the Stark

Stark Hungover

(Y/n's POV)

As I wake up, I notice I'm in an unfamiliar place. I have a headache, I feel nauseous, and I have no recollection of what happened last night. 

And I'm freaked out.

Not because I feel like I need to throw up.

Not because I don't know where I am. 

And not because I have no memory.

But because I'm positive that my arm is wrapped around an arm that isn't mine, and I think there is a living and breathing person sleeping right next to me. 

I slow my breathing, as I turn around to look over my shoulder.

Beside me I see Peter Parker sleeping, his curly brown hair falling over his eyes. 

My eyes widen, and I scream, "What the fuck!?"

Peter jolts awake, his eyes widen in fear, "Holy shit!" 

"What the hell happened?!"

I jolt up as well, grabbing the blankets around us, and pulling them up to my chest. I look down in fear to see that I'm still wearing the clothes I wore to the party, a breath of relief escaping my lips. 

Peter looks at me, "Y/n.."

"What the fuck happened last night, Peter?"

"Y/n, take a deep breath, you need to calm down-"

"Do not tell me I need to calm down." I yell, holding my head in pain from the loud noises. 

Peter sighs and gets up from the bed. I cover my eyes.

"Y/n, I'm not naked."

I slowly remove my hands from my face to see he is fully clothed.

"Okay... so what... what happened last night? Or do I even want to know?"

Peter laughs, "What's the last thing you remember from last night?"

I stare at him while he stretches his hands above his head, his shirt lifting up a little. 

Holy hell is he ripped.

"Uhh, Y/n?" Peter waves his hand in front of my face, noticing my stare.

"Oh... um... well I remember that you went to go use the bathroom, and this guy came over to me with a drink... well no two guys. hey kept giving me more drinks, and I think they were talking to me, or about me... but I don't really remember..." I put my hands up to my temples and massaged them. 

Peter sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Well, by the time I got back from the bathroom, which was only a few minutes by the way, you had six cups, and were incredibly drunk."

I put my head in my hands, and avoid looking at him. 

"So I took you back here, despite Benjamin telling me that he could take you upstairs, and 'take care of you' or whatever." He continues, looking angry about what Benny said.

"Okay, but where exactly are we?"

Peter looks at me strange before answering, "Your apartment..."

"Oh, right." I laughed a little, trying to remember a little more of last night, "Peter, do you mind if I go call my Dad?"

"Sure. I'll just go wait in your living room." He points behind him, towards the door. He walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.

I quickly get off the bed and look for my phone, finding it in my bag that I brought to the party yesterday, next to the nightstand. 

I take my phone out of the bad, unlocking it, and scrolling through my contacts until I find my Dad, who is under Iron-Dad. 

He is so going to kill me

"Please pick up. Please pick up-" I mutter, the phone dialing once before he picked up.

"Hey monkey, I was wondering when you'd call me."

"Where the hell am I?" I whisper yell into the phone.

"Oh my God, you must be really hungover. Well, last night when you called and Pete insisted on bringing you home, I had to rent a place for you to stay in for the night."

"Oh, gotcha, so after today, you're just going to get rid of it?"

"That's the plan. Is something wrong, honey?"

"Well.. since Peter has already been here... if he ever needs to come to my house again, it can't be different, sooo... what if we just kept it? We could use it as a safe house or something like that?"

"Uhh, yeah. It's pretty cheap anyways. I could easily buy and renovate the apartment if that's what you want?"

"Yes, please, Dad. That would be great."

"Consider it done. Is Peter still there?"

I hesitate, "I uhh, yeah, he uhh, stayed the night."

"I'm not sure I like the way you phrased that, miss..."

"I, uhh, I gotta go now, Dad, bye."

"Honey, wait..."

I sigh as I hang up the phone, rubbing my face, putting the phone in my pocket before walking out of the bedroom. 

"Hey." I say as I sit next to him on the plain as could be couch, "So can you tell me the rest now?"

I scan around the house, looking at everything. All the furniture, the decorations, even the walls are all neutral and bland.

Why is everything so bland?

"There's not much left for me to tell you," he started, "I brought you here, and you were so drunk, and just started talking nonsense."

"What kind of nonsense?" I ask.

"Just crazy nonsense."

"So, why were you sleeping in my bed?"

Peter laughs a little, "Well, you kind of forced me to."

"I what?"

"Yeah, you asked me to stay. I told you that I didn't think it was a great idea, and that you should get some rest, and I would come back in the morning, but you dragged me into your bed." Peter laughed slightly. 

Oh my God

Could this get any worse?

Peter starts to get up from the couch. Although this couch is boring and bland in color, it's kind of comfortable. I feel myself sinking into it, while I try to take my mind off of my beating headache. I watch Peter go over to his bag in the corner of the room. He takes out a small bottle, and a plastic water bottle.

He walks back over to me, and I see what he's holding. Ibuprofen.

He hands me the pill and the bottled water, "Thanks." I quickly swallow the pill with the water.

Peter looks over to me once I'm finished, lending me his hand, "Come on. Let's go get something to eat. You lost quite a lot of fluids last night."

"Where are we going?" I ask, leaning on the couch for support as I get up, and grasping his hand. 

Peter smiles down at me, "The best sandwiches in Queens." He winks, "I'm taking you to my favorite place in the world, Delmar's."

I smile back at him, and we walk towards the door. 

Delmar's, wonder why it's his favorite place?