Spiderman/Peter Parker Oneshot Imagines

Going for it

  Y/n sighed sadly, silently wondering how they'd ended up like this. She was standing on one side, with Steve, Wanda, Clint, Sam, Bucky, and Scott and they were facing Tony, Nat, King T'Challa, Vision, and Rhodey. These were her friends and they were treating them like fucking criminals.

"Underoos!" Tony shouted and some sort of webbing gripped Steve's shield and yanked it out of his hands.

"Okay Tony. Who the hell is this?" Y/n asked, arching her eyebrow at the person in the bright red and blue suit.

"Hey guys. I'm Spiderman," a high-pitched voice squeaked from behind the mask. This obviously wasn't a grown man. "We really don't need you to start a conversation," Tony sighed. "Hey Cap, big fan," Spiderman saluted before turning to Y/n. "Y/n, you're even prettier in real life," he said. "Stark, how old is this kid?" she asked, ignoring his comment. "I don't know. 15, 16?" he guessed.

"Jesus, I didn't know we were hiring infants now Tony," Y/n rolled her eyes, resting her hand on her hip. "Hey babe, I'm old enough for you. But it looks like it's about to go down here. So like I can give you my number after the fight, if that's cool with you," Peter cut in, earning an annoyed sigh and another eye roll from Y/n.

"Damn Spidey, going for the older woman," Sam joked while Y/n elbowed him in the ribs.

A car went flying through the air, blocking Peter's path from Bucky and Sam who were sprinting through the airport. "C'mon baby, I didn't want end up fighting you," Peter cooed, turning to the source of the car. Y/n. "Come on, not this again kid," she pleaded, grunting as she threw her arms up, pulling a streetlight out of the ground and tossing it at Peter who just barely dodged it.

"Just give me a chance. I'll treat you better than any guy older than me could," Peter pointed out aiming a stream of web at her, which she ducked under.

It was quite distracting. I mean, he's a fucking kid and she was flattered that he was a fan of her, but she had no desire to date a fucking 15 year old that was currently trying to kill her. But no one chatted this much fighting before and it was throwing her off.

Peter landed a hard punch against Y/n's stomach, knocking the air out of her, but she threw her leg up in a retaliating kick before gripping his shoulders tightly and shooting her knee up colliding right with his pelvic area.

"Come on. Don't hurt our future children," Peter shrieked. He was so fucking annoying with his stupid crush. Completely done with this irritation, Y/n brought back her fist and punched the smitten teenage boy to the ground. "Nothing personal kid. I've got a reputation to keep up, you know?" she spoke down to him.

"No, no. I'm okay. We're not done yet. J-Just let me take you out. When are you free?" Peter groaned in pain as he peeled himself off of the ground and to his feet. "Past your bedtime Sweetie," she panted, hurling another car at him. Jumping over the car, Parker shot webbing at her, pinning her arms above her head on the wall behind.

"Omigod. Sweetie? I love my new pet name already baby girl," Peter was grinning underneath his mask. "Okay don't you fucking dare call me baby girl. You are like 2 years old. Oh I'm sorry, I know I should watch my language in front of toddlers," Y/n bit back. "Nah. I kinda like it," he shrugged.

"Get me out of this webbing kid."

Y/n's eyes scanned the area. Peter was lying on the ground, panting and seemed like he was going to pass out from exhaustion.

"You okay kid?" she asked, approaching him. His ears perked at the sound of her voice and her footsteps getting closer and his heart nearly stopped when he opened his eyes to see her crouched next to him.

"You came back. We're in love," Peter persisted weakly. "Still not feeling it Spider Boy," she said truthfully. "Well you might change your mind when you see how ruggedly handsome I am," he said, pulling the mask off his face and, to his surprise, heard Y/n burst out in melodic laughter.

"Are you kidding? You're adorable. Tell you what, five bucks and I'll tell your friends that we made out," she smiled. "Make that twenty and we hang out while I pretend we're on a date," he countered. "I'll throw that in for free."

"Thank you so much. And if you ever decide that you want a real relationship with me-"

"I won't."

"But if you do-"

"Shhhhh sweetie. I won't."