♡ SpiderMan Imagines Andrew Garfield & Tom Holland♡

Peter Parker♡ 21 questions

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Words: 6,320 (sorry its super long, I got carried away)
Warnings: Unedited, very mild makeout session (;
Paring: Tony Stark's Daughter x Peter Parker
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The Avengers compound was quieter than normal Saturday night. The television flickered in the corner as the men switched flipped back and forth between NFL games. Natasha and Wanda chatted amongst themselves ignoring the sporting event like it was their job. Shouting resulted to a bare minimum much to the surprise of the young teenager propped on the kitchen bar stool. Peter Parker had been apart of the Avengers for a little over three months and never in his time apart of the team had he witnessed them so lifeless. The Avengers slumped around like deflated balloons lacking interest in all activities.
A soft sigh fell from Peter's soft lips while he pushed himself off the metal seat. His warm brown eyes fell to the watch fasten around his wrist. 10:06, Aunt May would expect him home by midnight but with the lack of activity, calling it a night didn't seem like such a horrible option. Peter was use to hating the time that rolled around when he was forced to take the long haul back to his apartment. The train rides were sketchy, the walk in the cold was gruesome, and the local New York civilians had a tendency to be the most bitter people in the world. But out of all the things Peter hated about having to leaving the tower, Y/n was by far the most.
Y/n Stark was an unoffical, offical member of the Avengers. She had no special abilities, no inhuman strength, or mind control power... she was normal. Well, as normal as being a Stark can get. One thing she was aside from normal by far was brilliant. Peter had never witnessed someone solve any given algorithm as fast as she did. Numbers flew at light speed through her brain, and answers popped out at any evan faster rate. Y/n attended a private institute in the upper end of Manhattan, a prep school in short terms. From the small bits of info Peter picked up from Tony, she absolutely loathed the school. Her friends were as fake as their money, her teachers has their noses sniffing the sky, and the lunch tasted like meat that had been left in a Texas car for three weeks.
Peter was infatuated by her in ways he didn't know were possible. For example, his palms precipitated at the sight of her and his knees grew weak hearing her voice break through the thin air. There was only one small, slight, dim lit problem, Peter Parker was one hundred percent sure Y/n Stark had no interest in him. They talked, sure, part of Peter even considered her as a friend. She laughed at his joked, spared him time chatting away on rides back from missions, and she had even helped him with his homework in exchange for his assistance on her Chemistry work.
Y/n was usually hanging out with the Avengers whenever they returned home from missions or locked away in her room working on homework. Peter had prayed for her to join the team all night but she had yet to make an appearance. He wondered if she was even home, maybe he was just wasting his time. Peter shoved the distant thought of Y/n from his mind and slung his backpack around his shoulder heading for the elevator. Tony Stark glanced up from his phone, eyebrows raised and called out the boy.
"You heading home already, Parker?" Stark would had offered him a ride but he knew Peter would only refuse.
"Uh, yeah. Figured I could catch up on a bit of sleep before we save the world again and I've got some homework I should get started on." Tony held back from letting out a chuckle.
"Alright, kid. Send me a text when you make it home so I don't feel responsible for your death. Oh and say hi to your Aunt May for me." Of course, Peter thought to himself. Tony Stark took an odd liking to Peter's, as he addressed her, 'unusually hot Aunt'. Shaking his head, Peter shoved the beanie Rhodey bought him for Christmas over his head and fought off a gag at the thought of May and Tony.
"Will do, Mr. Stark. Have a goodnight everyone." Waving to the rest of the team Peter reached forward pushing in the level one button on the panel. The circular button went blue then back to colorless signaling his message was received. The rest of the Avengers chorused in their farewells biding the teen a good night. Steve Rogers stood from his spot weaving around the massive leather couch planting his hand heavily on Peter's shoulder squeezing it.
"You too, pal. Get home safely." Peter nodded checking to make sure his Spider-man suit was shoved away in his backpack. The last thing he wanted was Aunt May or a fellow civilian to catch glimpse of his tight red suit and ask questions.
"Peter-" Whipping around Peter Parker came face to face with a figure bounding in from what looked to be the opposite hallway. Peter's insides began to fidget when the body- girl stopped directly in front of him. "Are you leaving?" Y/n Stark's bubbly personality lit up the entire room making Peter rethink his entire plan.
"I um, well I was er-" The elevator doors dinged open ending his time to respond. Peter sadly stepped into the metal compartment. Y/n's face dropped at his actions melancholy watching Peter answer her question.
"Ah little Stark, don't be so down in the dumps. Your boyfriend has gotta catch up on his sleep and work on homework. Not all of us can run off of five cups of coffee a day and still function normally and manage to get a perfect GPA at the same time." Barton laughed at his clever comment making kissy faces at the two. Y/n grabbed the first thing she could find on the granite counter and launched it towards the man hitting him dead on in the back of the head.
"Speak for yourself, Barton." The snappy teen shot back.
"And he is not her boyfriend, birdbrain." Tony declared from his seat on the couch. Clint held up his hands in defeat earning a few 'ooohhhh' from his fellow team. Twiddling his arrows between his fingertips Clint shoved Thor by the shoulder. The God just poked fun at the Midgardian more unable to resist temptation. Y/n turned her back on the Avengers and walked towards Peter sheepishly.
"You sure you have to go so soon? I mean if you want to it's fine- I was just going to see if you wanted to hang out- nevermind. Legolas was right, you need your sleep. I'll uh, see you another time." Embarrassed Y/n swiveled around and practically jogged down the corridor she came from where Peter assumed her room was. He watched as she went to turn the corner the elevator doors beginning to close as he did so.
"Wait!" He shouted out. His hand flung forward to stop the metal door from closing. Y/n turned on her heel curiously. "I'm free if you still want to hang out. I can always catch up on my sleep tomorrow and I mean my homework isn't due until Monday."
"Are you sure?" The rest of the team was now paying attention to the conversation. Rhodey had nudged Tony as if to hushly tell him there was something going on between the two. Stark ignored his friend rather so listening in on the pair.
"Yeah of course!" Peter scolded himself for letting his major excitement roaring. A heart warming grin was tattooed on Y/n's features at his words. Tony hollered with amusement moving around entirely to point at the young superhero. A look of disbelief conjured onto Tony's face,
"Geeze, I offer to take the kid to Germany and he passes it down first time around for homework but my daughter says she just wants to hang out and suddenly the importance of his education doesn't mean a thing." The billionaire sunk lower into the couch raising his glass cup of bourbon up to his lips pouring it down the hatchet. Natasha retorted from her seat but Y/n grabbed Peter's hand before either of them could listen in. Bashfully Peter's gaze fluttered to their intertwined hands praying Y/n wasn't aware of the quake in his grip.
"Ignore him, I do all the time." Her words had an indescribable effect on him. Almost like a hypnotic melody that was impossible to resist. The ends of her olive green knitted sweater brushed against Peter's wrist. She looked absolutely adorable in her attire. The sweater flooded her body in a comforting embrace and her hair was in its natural fashion, which Peter loved the most, with a headband tied around tightly. She was going perfectly natural giving way to her scattered display of freckles to shine out.
Forcing himself to enter back into reality Peter ran his free hand through his brown locks tugging at them softly.
"So what do you want to do?" Y/n's brows furrowed at his question browsing through their options. Being a Saturday night and living in one of the most lively cities in the world, Y/n knew the choices were endless. She had no issue scoring broadway tickets, even last second. Restaurants always made a table for her, shops offered to close off sections for he, but for once Y/n wanted to feel like a normal teenager.
"Dad Peter and I are gonna go watch a movie in my room, alright?" Tony popped up at the sound of his daughter walking down the hall with Spider-man in pursuit. Clint Barton shook his head grumbling to the team in hilarity.
"Oh I can already tell where this is heading." Steve Rogers gave him a strong shake of his head telling the skilled assassin to zip it. A groan sounded from Tony as he pointed in the general direction of Y/n's room.
"That door will stay open young lady, do you hear me?" Y/n threw her hand back pretending to abide to his rule. She made a quick stop at the counter snatching a handful of candies Tony kept on stock and handed a few to Peter.
"Follow me, Spidey." She instructed waving her hand towards the direction of their destination. Her room wasn't far from the kitchen, only at the end of the hall. When she pushed her white framed door open Peter certainly wasn't expecting the site he was met with. He expected her room to be larger than the normal teens- though he wasn't inferring mini-apartment size.
The entrance of her room was a short hallway with two doors. They were both open ajar, the first on the left was a spotless bathroom with a marble bath the size of a hot tub. Peter had to control his facial expressions to keep from over reacting. For the most part Y/n was reserved. Never had she once bragged, boasted, nor talked herself up.
The room to the right seemed to be a snack cupboard full of goodies. Y/n lead him in showcasing her displacement of books, movies, discs, and records planted in a shelf along her wall. In the back of her room was a mountainous window overlooking the city. Her bed was perched up along the glass with a large bookshelf near the head and foot of the mattress. Little plants took up the empty boxes on the shelf adding more life to the room. His eyes were glued to the crystal clear window in awe. Peter wondered if she fell into a night of dreams watching the nonstop life of the city pass by below her. It was a wonderful setup, that much was undeniable.
"It's one way. I can see out but no one can see in. It would be sort of awkward if people passing by could see me changing or sleeping." Laughing to herself, Y/n walked across her room to her TV turning it on with a quick click. Peter watched her closely unsure of what to do or what to say. He looked back out the overview of Manhattan managing to capture an odd color above his head.
The sudden image caught the attention of the teenage boy in a full grasp. Turning his head to the high ceiling, Peter took in the atmosphere in pure astonishment. All along Y/n's ceiling was a wide painting clearly handmade. The mural was something he had never seen in his life. The beautiful painting captured his attention from the moment he looked up. Whisks of paints swooped across the once boring white ceiling bringing the room to life. The masterpiece reminded Peter of the stars. Sweeps of various blues and purples decorated the sky in a fluid motion. Peter's jaw fell affleck at the sight breathing in the alluring work forcing himself to tear his stare away.
"Wow... this is amazing. Did you paint that yourself?" Flattering the beaming girl's work Peter twisted on his heel with his back to the sky, taking in a full view. Y/n giggle at his excitement and crossed her arms.
"Yeah. You should've seen my dad's reaction. He almost murdered me on sight. Pepper likes it. She says it's important for me to express my creative side but Tony says it's vandalism of his property and I need to fix it but I like it too much." Her tone dulled at the mention of Pepper despite her attempt to mask it.
"It's really beautiful. What... what is of? I've never seen anything like it before." Y/n smiled over at Peter.
"Thanks. I got inspired last year when I went to Paris. There's something about the culture over in France- captured me. All the lights but everlasting elegance. I couldn't resist it so I decided to bring it home with me. Pepper said that if I fall asleep every night staring at it soon enough New York won't seem like such a big deal after all." He examined the painting deeply. Never in a million years would he guess Y/n would be so involved and excelled in art. Peter recalled her mentioning her lack in computer genius skills, though not art.
Soaking in her words like a sponge Peter's body position refixed deeming into the girl.
"You're not a fan of New York?" Surprised, he tilted his head in astonishment. All the time Peter had known Y/n he had structured her out to be the most kind loving person he had met but moreover in love with New York. She went to Broadway shows every other week, hunted down all the best cozy cafes, fished out the best pizza places, and visited all the small local shops.
Y/n reached up moving the strand of Christmas lights she kept up year round in her hands.
"Big cities aren't meant for me I suppose too intimidating. Not to mention the amount of gossip that flows through the streets. I'm not sure half these people remember what privacy means. It feels like everyone knows everything about everyone. I got an A- once on my midterm paper and it made headlining news on New York Gossip Weekly! An A-! There's no room for mistakes, no room for improvement just supremacy." Her tone was dull, almost sadden. Peter was about to press the matter more but decided against it seeing her unhappiness. He took note as she lowered her fix to the ground then up to the view. Peter wanted to speak up, to tell her he understood what she meant but his voice was nonexistent. Instead he scoped the room in speculation desperate to change the topic.
"I can't believe this is your room. Mine is about the size of your closet." The large bedroom beat his small cramped room in a heartbeat. Just the size of her bed alone would easily take up half his space.
"I think it's too big. I don't care much for it, makes me feel lonely actually. Just a bunch of empty space." Never in his life did he think he'd find Y/n Stark, the most well known teenager in the city, to be one of loneliest. In actuality it made sense. Tony was always away on business. Peter knew he cared about Y/n, everyone did, all he ever talked about was Y/n and all the greatness she accomplished. When Pepper and Tony had split, everything changed. Y/n had changed dramatically within the past few months and it broke Peter's heart to see her so unlike her usual bubbly self.
Peter followed Y/n past her bookshelf taking the small down step towards her bed.
"Don't you invite your friends around all the time? Mr. Stark says you always have people over that's why you never come down during his parties." He said confused. Y/n shrugged nonchalantly and stiffed a laugh. Passing by her CD collect she skimmed her finger along the spine of the cases humming.
"His parties? Oh god I hate those. I'm usually the youngest and only sober one by the end of the night. I use the company gig as an excuse, he buys it every time. I normally just study or go to the roof. It's quiet up there, comforting." She admitted truthfully falling into seat on her bed. Involved in the situation Peter sat beside her his hand falling on her knee out of instinct. A bolt of energy zapped inside of Y/n at the contact. Her insides turned to mush whenever Peter was around.
"I know what you mean. I only come to his parties so I can see you." Alarm flashed from Peter after his confession fell out. His hand pulled away at record speed from Y/n's knee returning to his lap.
"Oh god- I'm sorry that sounded so creepy. Why did I say-" Face palming into his hands Peter let out a low noise of discomfort. Why did he have to reverse every situation that was beginning to fall in his favor? A light cloth draped over Peter unannounced. He spread his finger gaped through only to find Y/n had covered the both of the under the same blanket.
"Well I'm sorry to disappoint. I would've attended them if I knew you were there. Or at least invited you up for an escape from the madness." She genuinely stated. The conversation went dead and neither knew what to say next. Y/n had so many words to say yet such little room for placement. Besides Peter looking as handsome as ever didn't help her state. Grabbing her TV remote from the stand Y/n watched from the corner of her eye as Peter's shoulders slouched in disappointment. Hurriedly she pressed the off button and tossed the remote to the side,
"We don't actually have to watch a movie. Sorry I that was the only way my dad would've let us leave his sight."
"Y-yeah, okay. What, uh, what did you want to do?" Watching a movie would mean having to sit torturously close to the girl of his dreams quietly holding his breath to keep from letting her know just how nervous he really was. He loved movies but time with Y/n was rare, Peter would much rather just sit and listen to her talk than have to hold himself back for two whole hours.
"I don't mind. You can choose, you are the guest after all." She teased him. Peter evaluated her room once more scoping out an idea. She had so many things to do but none appealed to him in the right form. Maybe another day he would want to give her game closet a look over or try out the 3D TV in the family room but for the time being he shrugged out of context. Y/n, who expected this, got up from her bed materializing behind the wall separator. Peter watched in confusion unsure of what to do. Did she want him to follow? Within seconds Y/n returned back with two glass sodas in her hands and a grin on her lips. She handed one to Peter and popped the top of hers off, returning to her seat.
"You ever played Twenty-One Questions?" Her eyebrows danced along her hairline taunting Peter to play in. The games was a classic played at parties to get a rise out of built tension. Not that Peter had ever played before, he wasn't the first choice in many parties invites- actually he couldn't recall a single high school party that he had been invited to at all.
"No, no I haven't. I mean I know how to play of course, if you wanted to and stuff." His answer was jumbled making Y/n giggle. She cracked her knuckles feigning intimidation and power.
"Here I'll go first, be ready we're about to get deep, Parker."
"Born ready." The corner of her lip rose sending a mischievous smirk. A shudder echoed in Peter's body suddenly not so sure if he was indeed ready.
"What do you like better Star Wars or Star Trek?" Peter's eyes bugged out astounded that it was a question.
"Easy, Star Wars hands down." Scoffing he readjusted his hand cupping around the pillow. Y/n sat up on her knees reaching up for a lighter and plucking her closes candle from her stand. Soon enough the three wick was burning into the air adding in another source of light.
"Can't say I'm disappointed by your answer. Now it's your turn." Peter bit his bottom lip in concentration. Still consumed by her previous response about the city, he decided to bring it to surface once again.
"What's your favorite part of New York?" It was a simple question really. There could be a million different simple answers to give, thousands of things to love. Y/n could have answered anything and Peter would have been satisfied but she wasn't about to lie. Scowling in thought Y/n squinted her eyes.
"I don't hate the place entirely. I do love the lights." She answered dreamily. Staring out at the city the reflection of the city goers, blinding shops and twinkling signs shon in her eyes. A smirk etched onto her lips looking up at Peter. "There's also this crime fighting spider that's been swinging around the city. He's pretty great too." His mouth went dry in an instant, cheeks flaring. Y/n wasted not a second more until she fired off her next question, leaving Peter still in a state of shock.
"Wait, I've got a good one. If you could change anything about yourself, just one thing, what would it be and why?" She finished by plopping a handful of M&Ms into her mouth crunching on the savory chocolate. Sneaking a bite from the cherry red licorice stick Peter debated the traits he despised about himself mentally. He hated almost too many things to burden Y/n with, nor did he want her to see him as a pitty party.
"Anything?" Y/n leaned against her pillow moving closer to Peter and urged him to continue. "I guess, uh, well I guess I would want to be normal, y'know. Not so awkward, maybe have more than two friends. Hold a conversation without making a total fool of myself. I want people to notice me, to like me and not use me for help on homework or as a cheat sheet on tests and definitely not because I'm Spiderman. I want them to like me, Peter Parker." An eerie tranquility found its way into the conversation. Their fun and energetic vibes vanished into thin air like they were never present. Peter regretted his words in a flash and sought for ways to revise them.
"Sorry that was lame and-" A glare of glossy stopped Peter dead in his sentence. Y/n refused to look up. She found interest in the unusual patterns of her bedspread picking at the edges.
"I know exactly what you mean. I swear all the girls at school only talk to me because of my dad and the guys don't even know my first name. They call me 'Stark' that's it. That's all I'm known as to every person in the world. They don't care about anything else just my stupid damn name. But I see you Peter." She croaked out. Her stare met his in an icy embrace holding his captivity.
"You what?" He asked flabbergasted.
"I see you. Not for being Spiderman, either. I see you for you, Peter." Her voice dripped like honey on a warm summer day. The string of fairy lights circling the perimeter of her large bedroom sent a bright wave of energy through the air bouncing off of Y/n's e/c eyes in a perfect angle making Peter's insides turn fuzzy. A soft girn rose to her red brushed cheeks blushing in amusement. He watched as she twiddled her thumbs in her lap silently begging for him to say a word, anything at all.
"Really?" His voice was timid and shook like the tracks of a train but he didn't care. Y/n nodded confidently and Peter swore his heart thudded at record speed. The sound of the girls laughter hardly helped his nerves to settle.
"Of course. You're funny, smart, kind, handsome, not to mention selfless. You're the most amazing person I've ever met." Her fingers extended with every trait she listed off. Y/n propped herself up against her pillow reaching across to grab ahold of Peter's hand. Giving it a light squeeze she sat up on her knee facing him straight on.
Peter tried to focus on the scent of maple syrup pancakes and hot chocolate that wafted through the room. The homey smell made him think of his Aunt's strange obsession with candles and how whenever a special sale took place she was sure to bring at least a basket full of them home with her. It made him feel comfort, love.
Lifting his gaze Peter shifted awkwardly searching for the right words. Out of the millions of words the popped into Peter's mind there wasn't a single word to describe the way Y/n made him feel.
The bright lights of the city shone through the oversized window telling the story of a thousand different lives Peter would never know, but the story before his eyes was far more interesting. Whirling back to reality the young boy leaned forward trying to play off the skittish emotion washing over.
"Can I kiss you?" His voice reminded Y/n of a frail child asking their half snoozing parents if they could spend the night in their room after having a nightmare. Peter was trying his best to sound self assured and confident although failing miserably. His words striked Y/n square in the chest making her breathing halt.
"What?" She stammered out. Y/n's eyes flickered from the mesmerizing picture out her window back to the enthrall orbs pouring into her soul. She had never been a huge fan of brown eyes until Peter Parker strolled into her life. Usually brown eyes were a ordinary and typical, not anymore. Now they represented the most beautiful color Y/n had ever seen and she could not get enough of them.
Peter cut through the thin air pulling Y/n in,
"Well it's my turn to ask the question so, can I kiss you?" His Spider-man side was breaking through and for this Peter was thankful. He always found it a difficult task to start a simple conversation involving Y/n and now that his face was a small inch from hers, he wouldn't let himself give up the opportunity.
Brushing away a stray strand of h/c hair from her face, Peter smiled as Y/n searched for her response. His touch sent a wave of electricity starting from her neck and running down to the tips of her toes.
"Yeah, sure." Peter gave a short nod. His head leaned in, lips parted slightly. Y/n could feel her heart jumping to her throat. The beat pounded repeatedly unattainable to silence. Balking in continuation Peter's hands quivered across the bed landing on the small snippet of skin peeking out from under Y/n's shirt that had lifted due to all her repositioning. His hand recoiled immediately apologizing for not noticing his placement on her body.
Laughs fell from the giddish girl as she reached for the boy's hand settling them back on their previous spot. "Relax, Peter."
Gaining control again Peter lifted his body off of the cozy bed resting his hand against her warm cheek. Y/n shuddered as his minty breath fanned out onto her face. His midnight black sweatshirt smelled of woodsey, fresh air and she wondered how that was possible. It was certainly difficult to find clean air in the city but Y/n dropped the matter and focused her attention back on the sight of Peter's plump lips. She watched engaged as Peter moved in towards her, his eyes falling shut. She mimicked his actions and closed her eyes escaping into a world of her own. A pair of smooth lips found their way against hers moving in a soft lulling motion. Y/n's hand skidded up to neck wrapping them around his body causing the two to fall back into her parade of pillows. Peter chuckled at the action and attached his lips onto hers easily. Melting into the kiss Y/n shifted her glossy lips lovingly along with Peter's. She kissed him with such passion she never knew was capable of possessing. All that existed in the world consisted of Y/n and Peter, only them.
Peter's hands slowly worked their way up Y/n's sides slipping past the hem of her t-shirt and falling just below the undercurve of her laced bra causing a small whimper to work from Y/n's lip. He would have gone a bit further if it wasn't for the unannounced voice breaking out. Peter's body flung away from Y/n quicker than ever as he stumbled off of her bed and onto his feet.
There near the foot of the bed stood an unhappy looking Tony Stark. His arms were folded strictly against his chest and his eyes shooting deathening daggers in the direction of Peter Parker.
"Too smooth, kid. You better watch those hands Parker, you move them one more inch and so help me god I will-" The sound of group laughter emerged from the door of Y/n's room cutting the fuming Tony off. Y/n lifted the edge of her blanket up covering her face into the wool fuzz. She could only imagine the looks of her father's teammates crowded around the entrance of her bedroom.
"C'mon Tony let your daughter live a little." Y/n sneaked a peak around the corner only to find Natasha and Clint leaning against each other suppressing a laugh. Tony's face turned pale at Natasha's words. Her fiery red locks were hiding her face but Y/n was sure she has an evil smile present. Clint's hand flew against his chest choking on his own words.
"Yeah bugboy is harmless! Let them have some fun!" Y/n could feel Peter's body tense at the teasing nickname Clint presented him with. He mumbled an incoherent response under his breath surely annoyed. Out of defense Y/n sat up straight and chucked her fluffy pillow behind the blocking pillar in attempt to knock off the teasing. A triumph of groans brought her victory.
"How long have you all been there?" Y/n grimaced waiting for a response. Bucky Barnes moved his head around the corner seeming bored and uninterested as he replies,
"Let's see, does 'What's your favorite candle scent' ring a bell?" Both Peter and Y/n's eyes widen at his answer. Peter's hands flew in the air,
"That was like twenty questions ago!" He exclaimed. Not only had the whole Avengers witnessed Peter make a move on Tony's daughter, they also watched him act like a totally dork and spill his guts.
Steve, Bucky, and Sam all sent Peter a solid thumbs up all the while Natasha gives Y/n a knowing smirk and Wanda smiled proudly. Tony flung his hand at the team ushering them out of the room. A wave of protest came but Tony shut the door before they could react.
Worry lines stretched out across Tony's forehead as his hand worked at smoothing them away. He pinched the bridge of his nose carefully choosing the best words for the situation. Finally his eyes met his daughters and she could see the evident shock present.
"We'll talk about this," He motioned towards the two of you, "later it's getting late. Parker you should probably head home soon, your Aunt might have you under house arrest if you show up any later. I've got a car waiting out front for you." Tony exited without another word leaving Y/n to let out a shaky laugh. Peter motioned up towards the clock on the wall and sprung towards the exit.
"It's already 12:30, oh shit! May's gonna have my head- I uh, I've gotta go, Y/n. I'm so sorry, I'll send you a message alright?" He jogged to the door eagerly following behind where Tony had disappeared. Sending Y/n a sorrowful stare Peter took a mental image of her grace. She was planted in her bed, hair disheveled. Her wide eyes made Peter think of the puppies in the window from the pet store he passed by on his way to the tower. His hand clenched her door as she pursed her lips,
"O-okay. Bye, Peter." Dispiritedness was obvious in her tone yet bitter in the same light. Peter laced himself back up in his winter attire ready to brace the weather. He was thankful Mr. Stark had provided him with a ride, subways were bad at all times but at night the danger was multiplied by twenty. Peter really didn't want to have to pull out his suit and dress himself up just to fight some crime.
"I'll pick you up at noon tomorrow for lunch." Taking Y/n's small hand in his own Peter moved forward pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead. A panic expression swept across his face when Y/n remained motionless. "I mean if you want to, if you don't-" Peter was cut off by a pair of lips pressed against his own. Y/n gave him a small peck reaching up on her tippy toes. Peter stumbled into the doorframe using the wood to support his back as his arm snaked around her waist. Y/n pulled away, her hands loosely holding onto the collar of Peters.
"I'd love to. See you tomorrow, Parker." She lightly shoved Peter out of her room closing the door with a giddy smile leaving Peter reeling. Y/n stared out her bedroom window, it took about three minutes for Peter to come into view. He looked like an ant from her height. Y/n pressed her hand up against the glass watching him pull open the door to the neon yellow cab door. She expected him to dive in then drive off down the busy street but his frame froze. His head looked up at the Avengers Tower and found her window without question. He couldn't see her but Peter knew she was there. He grinned up and waved his hand towards the sky before slouching into the cab and being whisked away.
Relishing in the night Y/n collapsed onto her covers sighing happily. Sadly, her moment was not long lived. Tony Stark entered the room with two cups of coffee in either hand and a strict stare that could only be described as a 'dad look'. Y/n rolled her eyes already predicting where the conversation was heading but made room for her father nonetheless. The warm coffee heated her hands and throat as she drank away. Tony watched her intently waiting until the cup was set aside on her nightstand then begun.
"If I ever see that boy with his hand up your shirt again he's dead and you're grounded. Well you're grounded anyways but that's not the point. I- uh, I suppose I approve of whatever is going on but eh, just keep it to a minimum in front of me, alright?" Y/n nodded in agreement. It was only fair if she spared him the torture of having to walk in on that again. She mumbled a small apology that Tony brushed aside. He pushed himself off of her bed, memories of the site he caught Parker and his daughter in rushing back.
"Goodnight, sweetheart. We can finish this in the morning and talk more when Peter is around. Have a good night." Tony held his composure as he made his way out the door. Right her bedroom door came to close it swung open wide. Y/n's dad's face had transformed to a sour vet. The lights flipped on and Tony's hand flew to the ceiling.
"What the hell? Y/n Stark I thought I told you to repaint this! Is this some teenage rebellion stage, my god." In a wave of fury Tony left the room talking to himself about 'lack of respect' and 'revolution'. Y/n laughed at her father's childish behaviors and changed into her pajamas. Right as she went to turn her phone off a loud buzz came through and a notification of a text message took up her screen.

Peter Parker
Incase you didn't know, you're my favorite thing about New York. I'll see you tomorrow xx

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