𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Full Disclosure (And I Hate It Here)

Parings → Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Warnings → Language, secondhand embarrassment, Crack, horny, chaotic.

Summary → It all started with a HYDRA gas grenade and ended with you telling the Avengers about your sex life.

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It all started with a HYDRA gas grenade and ended with you telling the Avengers that Peter Parker has a praise kink.

You should've just stayed in bed.

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The serum was supposed to be used on enemies for interrogation. HYDRA apparently thought they were clever, trying out a new airborne version. You and Peter were just trying to help evacuate civilians when the damn thing went off.

Bruce said it was "a temporary serum that disrupts the brain's verbal filter."

Translation? Every thought you had? Now it came out of your mouth. Immediately. Loudly. In public. In front of Peter.

And your dad.

And the entire. Freaking. Avengers team.

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"Okay," Bruce said as he looked at his tablet, already sweating. "I'm working on an antidote. Just... stay calm. Don't try to resist the serum. That'll only make it worse."

You nodded. "Right. Don't think about anything stupid. Just breathe. Don't panic. Don't think about how good Peter looked shirtless last night when he- OH MY GOD!"

Your hands clapped over your mouth like they were trying to choke the words back in. Peter, sitting beside you, froze like someone had unplugged his soul.

Tony nearly dropped his coffee.

"...Is there a mute button on this thing?" He asked Bruce, mildly horrified.

"No," Bruce muttered. "And she's at the peak dosage. Anything she thinks, she says."

"Great," you whined. "Perfect. Someone please shut me up. Kill me. Actually kill me."

"Uh," Peter tried, his voice three octaves higher than normal. "I-It's okay! You'll be okay. J-Just try not to think too hard."

You whipped your head toward him, eyes wide. "Try not to think too hard? You try not to think too hard. You're the one who moaned my name last night like a fucking porn star- oh my GOD NO NO NO WHY AM I STILL TALKING."

"NOPE." Tony spun around and pointed at Bruce. "You better cook up an antidote right the hell now, Banner. I am not emotionally equipped to hear my daughter talk about anything involving moaning."

Bruce was already frantically typing.

Peter was bright red and looked like he wanted to throw himself into another universe.

Clint was grinning. "This is better than Netflix."

Natasha smirked. "Honestly, I always suspected this two had some kind of kinky thing going."

"Oh no no no," you groaned, slumping into your hands. "Please. No one listen to me. Don't believe anything I say. I'm a pathological liar."

"Too late," Steve muttered. "It's seared into my brain now."

You gasped. "Oh my god. I can't stop! That means I'm going to say everything. EVERYTHING. Including the thing Peter wanted to do to me in front of the mirror and- fucking hell someone knock me out. Hit me with a frying pan or a truck or something!"

Peter squeaked.

Tony looked physically ill. "I need bleach. For my ears. And probably my soul."

Thor, meanwhile, clapped Peter on the back hard enough to nearly send him flying. "You are bold, young one! No shame in pleasure shared."