No One Like You (Peter Parker & Stark Daughter)

Closer

"Woah..." I hear Peter mumble to himself as we get out of the cab, me paying the driver and getting our stuff from the trunk.

"Like it?" I chuckle, tossing him his bag as he stumbles back to catch it.

"Like it? Why the hell have we been hanging out at my house?!" He laughs, and I laugh as well.

"My dad works from home, and he always demands total silence when working. Important stuff, I guess." I shrug. "He's out tonight though, so he won't bother us."

"You don't talk about your dad much... Is he nice?"

"Extremely. If he likes you. If not he can kick your ass." I shrug, using my fob to unlock the door to the building we were currently living in.

I stressed the importance of not living in Stark Tower to my dad, and it didn't take much convincing to get the penthouse nearby. He even had one of those weird skyways installed to connect the two. Don't ask me why, I don't know why he couldn't walk a block.

"So which floor do you live on?" He asks as we step in the elevator, eyeing the buttons.

"52." I answer, taking out my phone and checking my notifications, seeing his jaw drop from the corner of my eye.

"You live on the top floor..?" He has his signature confused but excited puppy dog look.

I laugh softly before speaking. "Dude, I have a Giorgio Armani flip flops. Did you not catch on to the fact we're kinda wealthy?"

"I mean, I figured but- your parents must be billionaires!"

"Parent." I correct.

"Oh- Shit, sorry." His face contorts to a sympathetic frown, and I simply shrug, punching him in the shoulder.

"Don't pity me parker, you know I hate pity." I groan, and he puts his hands up in defense.

"Sorry, sorry." He says softly as we get to floor 52, the elevator doors opening to the penthouse.

"Welcome to casa de-"

"Holy shit..." He mutters as he walks in. "Am I being pranked? You actually live here?" He looks around, and I laugh to myself.

"Yes, you can look around." I say to him, as he grins and begins looking at (and touching) everything he can.

"Dude, you have a perfect view of Stark Tower from your window! And you have his technology everywhere, how do you-"

"He and my dad are close." I say before any questions are asked. "They're like, college friends or something. They meet up like all the time and hang every day." I lie, hoping it's not a dead giveaway

"That's..." Oh god. He caught me. I'm done for. There goes my shot at a normal- "Awesome!" He grins, walking over to the couch and setting down his bag, taking out his laptop. "Ready to be bored to death for the next few hours?"

And that's exactly what we did. For five hours, we did research, and threw together a prezi, and made jokes about fish sex. But eventually I was getting tired, the sun set already and the clock's ticking becoming evermore infuriating to me.

"Can we take a break? I'm bored." I mutter, resting my head on his shoulder.

"We're not even halfway done." He chuckles, but it sounds extremely exhuasted.

"We have until monday, what's the rush?" I groan, standing and stretching.

"I get a little busy on the weekends... I'm busy a lot." He mumbles.

"You got a job or something?" I raise an eyebrow, cracking my shoulders and watching him flinch slightly.

"Yeah. An internship for-"

"I just needed a yes. I'm too tired to listen to business-y stuff." I sit down beside him, closing his laptop and throwing it on the coffee table. "Let's play truth or dare. Something people our age usually do when it's dark and no parents are home."

"Are you sure that's a good idea..?" He says, scratching the back of his neck with a nervous look on his face. "It's a bit cliche, don'tcha think?"

"That's the point, Petey." I go to the kitchen and grab one of my dad's expensive bottles of vodka, along with two glasses, and walk back out. "To ease the guilt and nerves. Now, truth or dare?"

"Won't your dad get-"

"Truth or dare, Peter?" I sigh dramatically.

"F-fine, truth." He says, defeated.

"Got a crush?" I say, pouring myself a glass and taking a quick sip, my face contorting for a second at the bitterness.

"Yeah." He admits after a moment, nodding.

"No way, who?!" My eyes go wide as I laugh.

"That wasn't part of the question!" He says quickly, taking a sip of his own drink and immediately coughing. "Jesus, this tastes like poison... it's your turn, truth or dare."

"Mmm..." I hum, thinking for a moment. "Truth."

"Who was your first kiss?"

"A guy you've never met. I was drunk at a park like seven months ago and kissed this guy. The kiss was technically illegal but, can't take it back now." I shrug, as he chokes on his drink.

"How old was said guy?" He asks quickly.

"I'll answer that 'cause I'm not a pussy. I'm guessing, like, thirty something. He was a co-worker of my dads. He was trying to get me home. Shitty first kiss, I must say." I shrug again, leaning back. "Truth or dare?"

He stares at me in shock before shaking his head. "Dare."

I think for a moment. "Call your crush right now and tell her- or him- how you feel." I smirk, and he immediately shakes his head.

"No, no way. Is there a pass in this game? Like, a chicken?" He stammers, and I shake my head.

"Not how I roll, Parker. Do it or I get to shave your head." He looks at me in disbelief as he shakes his head again. "Hey, I don't make the rules!"
"Yes, you do!" he runs a hand through his hair in frustration. "I'll do it, but you can't laugh or anything. Seriously."

"Yay, I win again. Got, Peter, you suck at debates. I'd kick your ass as a lawyer-"

"Shut up and let me call." He sighs, taking out his phone and scrolling through his contacts, soon clicking one and holding it to his ear.

As I wait in anticipation, excited to see who this mystery girl is, I hear Closer by Tegan and Sara begin to play. My ringtone. I look over at my phone sitting on the coffee table, picking it up and clicking the green accept button.

"Hey, Peter, can't talk right now... I have a friend over." I mutter, playing it off as a joke. But I feel my heart skip several beats and my chest tighten.

"I like you, Chloe. I have for the past three months. Before turning me down just remember that it won't change the way I feel, and it definitely won't change our friendship. But I tried to turn down this dare." My eyes meet with his as I hit the end call button, setting down my phone without breaking eye contact. "I didn't wanna tell you this-"

And then I did the unthinkable. Without considering the repercussions I kissed him.

I kissed Peter Parker.

But the universe played in favour of me today, and he instantly kisses back, resting his hand on my cheek as I move closer, practically on top of him. I don't dare move too far back as I disconnect our lips and whisper. "I like you too, Peter." With that, we were at it again, but this time it had more hunger. Hands roaming over bodies, him gripping my hips with an intensity I would've never pictured.

There's something exciting about kissing a boy with the taste of expensive alcohol on both of your tongues, fighting for dominance but knowing you're both too gone in lust and merriness to care who wins. All that matters is there, and now, and not what happens next.

But all good things must end, which is what I'm instantly reminded of when I hear the front door slam and my dad drop his bag.

"I'm home." I can hear his angry tone as my eyes widen.

Son of a bitch.