𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Ghost Stories in the Tower

Parings → Peter Parker x Avenger! Reader

Warnings → Fluff, Humor, Jump-scares, Pranks, Avengers Tower, Wanda Maximoff chaos, Scaredy-cats, Mild language

Summary → Movie night at the Avengers Tower turns chaotic when Wanda pranks Peter and you during a horror film, sparking hilarious ghostly panic.

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The lights flickered. Once. Twice. The overhead bulbs gave a weak buzz before finally deciding to steady themselves.

“Oh my god, the lights are flickering!!” Peter yelped, sitting upright on the couch like the building had just been hit by a meteor.

You didn’t even glance up from your phone. “It’s probably just a ghost,” you said casually, scrolling through your feed like your boyfriend wasn’t one step away from climbing the wall and refusing to come down until Tony called in an electrician.

Peter turned toward you with wide eyes. “Don’t joke about that! What if it actually is a ghost?”

“Then we say hi, make small talk, maybe ask them what century they’re from,” you shrugged.

“Don’t say that,” Sam chimed in from the other couch, bowl of popcorn in his lap. “Ghosts hates me. They always mess with me.”

“Because you’re loud,” you shot back. Then, flashing a grin, you added, “and ghosts love me because I’m hot and chaotic.”

Sam nearly choked on a popcorn kernel. “Hot and chaotic? That’s not a survival strategy, that’s a dating app bio.”

“It works for me,” you said smugly, tossing your hair.

Before Peter could come up with a nerdy rebuttal, a new voice entered the mix.

“She’s not wrong.”

The voice was directly behind your couch. Female. Calm. Deadly casual.

You screamed. Loud enough to make Peter flinch, Sam drop his popcorn, and probably alert FRIDAY to some kind of “domestic disturbance.”

“Peter! Save me!” You shrieked, and without a shred of hesitation you scrambled into his lap, clinging to him like a cat that had just seen water.

Peter, now pinned underneath you, gave you the deadest deadpan glare possible. “...Really?”

Behind the couch, Wanda Maximoff floated gracefully into view, crimson mist curling lazily from her fingers. She looked thoroughly amused.

“Why would you do that?!” You shouted at her, pointing like she’d just committed a war crime.

“Because you said it was probably a ghost,” Wanda replied with the faintest smirk. “And I happen to fit the aesthetic.”

Sam leaned back, laughing so hard the couch shook. “Man, I wish I had my phone out for that. Funniest thing I’ve seen all week.”

Peter sighed, adjusting his grip on you since you clearly weren’t about to move. “You’re not even scared of aliens, but Wanda whispers one sentence and suddenly I’m your human shield.”

“Aliens don’t sneak up on me inside my own living room!” You argued, still clinging. “That’s betrayal.”

“You’re dramatic,” Peter muttered.

“I’m alive. That’s the point,” you shot back.

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The night had started normal enough—if you could call “movie night in Avengers Tower” normal. You, Peter, Sam, and Wanda had taken over the lounge with a giant bowl of popcorn, three blankets, and the world’s most chaotic debate about whether to watch a horror movie or a rom-com.