The Wing-Woman (Peter Parker X Reader)

Round 2: Stalker? ... No It's Just You're Wing-Woman

I was walking down Queens Blvd when my phone vibrated.
Happy:
Your father wants me to pick you up, where are you?
Me:
I am in front of Dalmar's.
Happy:
Why are you there?! That's not even on the way home!
Me:
Relax, I just wanted to take a walk to calm down after my first day at a public high school.
Happy:
I'm on my way. Stay put.
I slid my phone back into my pocket, and stood on the corner waiting to see Happy. I turned around, looking for something interesting to look at to fix my boredom, when I saw a familiar brown-haired brown-eyed boy emerge from Dalmar's sandwich shop.
We make eye contact so to break the silence I spoke up, "So your following me now? Jeez, Peter I'm your wing-woman not your crush."
Peter's eyes widen. He doesn't have to say anything for me to know exactly how awkward he's feeling, his expression says it all.
"Peter? I-I know you like Liz, not me."
He doesn't say anything, "So,..." I start.
"So..." He responds.
I hear Happy's not so happy horn, honk.
"Bye!" I say opening the car door.
"Bye..." He says.
"Hi Happy," I close the door.
"Hi- (Y/N), where's your coat?" He looks at me.
I shrug, "I don't kn-" I look beside me and there it was, where I forgot it yesterday. I pick it up, "Found it."
"(Y/N), your father will not be happy with you."
"It's bearly October."
"October means fall and cold and sickness. And it's my job to make sure you don't get sick."
"Okay, okay. I get it." I slide on my jacket and sit back in my seat.
the rest of the drive was silent.
We pulled up into the Stark tower driveway. Home sweet home, I thought.
I opened the door, stood up and walked into the building.
I take the elevator to the eighth floor. I walk out of the elevator, down the hall and into my room. Immediately I put down my backpack and change into an overvised t-shirt and black yoga pants.
(Time skip to the 7-ish in the evening)
I pull out my phone and the piece of paper with Peter's contact information on it from my jeans's pocket. I added Peter as a contact on my phone before texting him.
Me:
Hi!
Peter:
Who is this?
Me:
Think, Doof. Who did I give my number to, today?
Peter:
idk
Me:
It's a girl...
Peter:
Oh. Hi (Y/N)!
Me:
Ding ding ding! You got it, that's me! Did you forget about me?
Peter:
...maybe...
Me:
Lol! So whatcha doing tomorrow?
Peter:
School, errands, and stuff.
Me:
Fun.
Peter:
Yep.
Me:
So other than that you're free?
Peter:
Yeah, why?
Me:
What time are you going to be done with your stuff?
Peter:
7-ish
Me:
Okay, do you want to hang out?
Peter:
Why?
Me:
Wing-woman? Remember school today?
Peter:
Oh sure, i'd love to hang out with you. Where?
Me:
Can we do it at your place?
Peter:
Sure, so do you want to have dinner?
Me:
I don't want to intrude, I'll be fine.
Peter:
It's okay, my pleasure.
Me:
Thanks. :)
Peter:
Warning you right now, my aunt is crazy embarrassing and creates awkward situations fast.
Me:
Oh? Then me and your aunt will get along perfectly.
Peter:
Haha! I'm sure you will. I've got to go, bye.
Me:
Goodnight.
I smiled and put my phone down. It was about that time when I noticed Pepper standing in the doorway with the biggest grin on her face.
"How was school?" She approached the bed where I had been sitting for the last half hour.
"Um, good?" I gulped.
"That's good." She says sitting on the edge of the bed.
I nod, worried about where she's going with these random questions.
"Meet anyone new?" She cocks an eyebrow.
"Yep." I stand up and quickly walk to the door.
But when I touch the door knob I hear Pepper say, "I won't tell your dad, if you tell me."
"Okay, okay. I'm only telling you the important parts." I sit on the edge of the bed, right next to Pepper.
"Deal. Spill." She says like a little girl.
"Well, which one? I met two." I ask.
"Which one's cuter?"
"The first one."
"That one."
"Start the interogation."
"Hair color."
"Brown."
"Eyes."
"Big, brown, and adorable."
"Height."
"I'd say, about two inches taller than me."
"Personality."
"Smart, nice, nerdy, shy, and funny."
"Age."
"I think he's my age, Pepper."
"Interests."
"Liz Allen."
"What?"
"I'm his wing-woman. What were you thinkin'?"
"I thought you liked him."
"I do, as a friend."
"Fine, last question: Name."
"Peter Parker."
"Wait, wait, wait. So you're wing-woman-ing for a boy."
"Yeah, did you not pick that up, with the first question?"
"Try not to fall for him."
"Thanks for the tip."
She shakes my hand, "Pleasure doing buisiness with you."
Pepper leaves but quickly comes back into veiw when the door creaks open again, "I was sent to get you for dinner, not 'girl talk interogation'."
I get up off of the bed and leave my phone on the bed. I walk into the kitchen and the chatter went silent.
"Hi everyone." I say breaking the silent tension.
"(Y/N)." Natasha and Wanda say.
"Whatever Pepper told you, or what ever you heard I'm just helping him. Yeah I think he's cute but that's it." I say all in one breath.
"He?" My dad, Tony asks.
"Yes." I reply slowly turning to face him.
"You think he's cute?" He clarifies.
"Um..." I look at the floor.
"Let's eat." Vision says, though he can't really eat.
I sit down next to Nat. Dad sits arcoss the table from me.
"You can't date." He says before taking a bite.
"Dad! I wasn't planning on dating Peter!"
"Peter? What's his last name?"
"Why?"
"Just answer the question!"
"No." I wasn't going to sell my friend out, even if I wasn't planning on dating him.
"What did you just say to me?" Dad says raising his voice.
"I told you, no." I stand up.
"Tell me his last name!" He shouts.
Without another word I push my chair in with my dinner untouched, I walk out of the dining room, to my room.
After about ten minutes I hear a knock at my door, I quickly roll over and pretent to be asleep. To my displeasure they opened the door.
"Want some dinner?" I hear Natasha.
I snore.
"I know you're not sleeping."
I give in, roll over, and ask, "How did you know? Dad always falls for that."
"One; I am not your father. And two; I am an agent and avenger, do you really think I wouldn't know? I invented that move."
She hands me the plate and the tray, "Thanks."
"No problem."
I start scooping the food.
"So..." Nat starts, "Wanna tell me about this Peter guy?"
I put the plate back onto the tray, telling her what I knew. What? She's a spy, I trust her.
"That's it?" She asks after I finished explaining.
"Yep, I met him today, I don't know that much."
"I kow you don't know that much, but how do you know that much." She asks.
"I'm his wing-woman."
She raises an eyebrow, "Have you been wing-woman for a guy before?"
"No."
"Have you been a wing-woman before?"
"I went to elementary and middle school with romance drama. I was able to help the girls, get their guys. It shouldn't be that different to be a wing-woman for a boy."
"Oh, you'd be surprised."
"Oh, yeah? How'd you know?"
"I've had a life too, you know. I was the best wing-woman in my whole school. But when I helped out a guy I fell for him, but I was helping him to get a different girl, not me. So, just a tip for you, don't fall for him. But if feelings happen to develop, just tell him how you feel."
She grabs my tray, and starts to leave, "You should get some sleep."
"Okay. Goodnight, Nat."
"Goodnight, (Y/N)."
So I brushed my teeth, changed into pajamas, and laid down on my bed, thinking, What did Nat mean by don't fall for him. I won't. Peter is my friend, not boyfriend.
My phone buzzed, it was a text form Wanda.
Wanda:
...at least not yet... ;)
Me:
Don't read my mind you creep.
Wanda:
Have sweet dreams...
Me:
You too.
Wanda:
... about Peter. ;)
Me:
WANDA!!!!!!!
Wanda:
Goodnight.
Me:
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever.
And with that, I went to bed.
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A/N- Hi! I hope you are enjoying the story, I just wanted to give you a little heads up that I will try to update at least once a week.
Also the net chapter will be fun to write, it's when Lizzy goes to Peter's to 'study' him to be a better wing-woman.
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