Marvel and DC Imagines

Attempt #1 (Peter Parker x Male!Reader)

"Hey, junior." Tony said, nudging Peter on the side.

Peter glanced up at his boss, more or less. "Hey, bossman, what's up." He greeted.

Tony glanced across the dining room when some of the avengers sat, eating their lunch. Some of the avengers had a mission while some are lunch at the tower.

Peter and Tony sat on the breakfast bar, overlooking the actual dining table where Nat, Steve and Y/N sat. The others were at the lounge nearby while Clint sat on the walkway, overlooking the whole room.

"You know, if you're going to stare, be sneaky." Tony said, nonchalantly.

"W-What do you mean?" Peter asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

Tony rolled his eyes. "Please, Parker, the whole team knows you've been eyeing down Y/N" -his voice turned girly and squeaky- "and his hunky body."

Peter flushed red as he glanced down at his wrecked sneakers. "I don't know what you're talking about." He lied again.

"You practically drool at him in the locker rooms before missions." Tony listed. "I'm hurt you'd think I'm so dumb not to notice."

"N-No, it's just that..." Peter struggled to come up with something. "He's not bad looking—he has a scar on his back and I was just looking at it." Peter tried to fibbed.

"You would know that wouldn't you?" Tony wiggled his eyebrows. "Checking him out all the time."

Clint slid into the seat next to Peter. "Talking shit, you guys?" He said, loudly.

Some avengers chuckled at Clint's joke while others just ignored. Peter turned even more red if that was possible as he tried to teleport out of the situation.

"Talking about how Y/N looks hot in the locker rooms with his shirt off." Tony winked at Peter as Peter wished he was dead.

"Isn't too young for you, Stark?" Clint said, oblivious.

Tony glared at Clint and pointed at the poor boy between them as Clint realized what Tony was doing.

"Ooohhhh." Clint said, nodding and winking back to Peter. "Get some."

Peter stifled a groan as he buried his face into his hands. Natasha glanced over at Peter as he mouthed the word help me over and over again.

"Can I eat my lunch in peace?" Peter asked.

"No."

"No."

Peter rolled his eyes as he tried to slide out of the bar stool but was caught by Clint's arm.

"Hey, Y/N!" Tony called out.

Y/N turned around, confused but reluctantly walked over to the 3 men. His h/c hair was messy from the training earlier and his black tee clung to his chest above his grey sweats.

"Um, what's up?" Y/N asked, confused on why he was here.

"Peter wants to talk to you." Tony grinned.

Clint nodded, eagerly as Tony and him looked at Peter pointedly.

"Um... Y-You have..." Peter felt his words clog up in his throat. "You have nice hair!" He blurted out.

Y/N raised his eyebrows, "You think?" His finger combed through his hair as Peter stared. "I've been using a new shampoo, I guess it really does wonders." He chuckled, making Peter chuckled nervously also.

Peter could feel Tony and Clint's glare on his skull.

"You have nice eyes." He complimented back. "It's a interesting hazel." Peter flushed red as he nodded when Y/N left to finish his lunch.

Peter face palmed at his nodding earlier.

Tony and Clint shook their heads.

"Well, attempt number one is a fail." Tony said. "I'm off planning your guys wedding."

Clint and Tony ran off as Peter cursed at their running figures.