Happy New Year, everyone! may your year be blessed and full of happiness. ♡
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Even though he was in a tux, Peter felt extremely underdressed for Mr. Stark's New Years Eve party. As soon as Aunt May dropped him off, he was a literal ball of anxiety, thinking of all of the limos pulling out of the lot, seeing all of the women covered in expensive jewelry and all of the scientists that looked at him like he was a child.
But when he thought of you, probably inside, with your hair done and perfect makeup and expensive dress, his anxiety grew, but it was mixed with a lot of fondness, too.
Because Peter was in love with you, even if he was too shy to say anything.
Even if his resolution was to tell you that he liked you, and he didn't know if he could do it.
Out of the cold and into the hot rooms full of people, he looked for you. It took several minutes (of which included him pausing to chat with Thor, waving to Natasha and Vision, and a lot of dirty looks from super fancy scientists) to find you, standing at the center of a room, several people with hard faces giving you attention you didn't want.
But when you saw Peter, you breathed out in relief. He smiled shyly and you reached for his arm, which he let you take.
"Thank goodness you're here," you said.
"What's wrong?" he asked, pulling you away from the scientists. He searched their faces, wondering if they said something-
"These scientists look at me like I'm an experiment."
"Well, you are an Avenger," he said.
"Yeah," you said. You frowned. "It would be nice to just be looked at as any other person, of course, but-"
"But you're not any other person," he said. "You have powers. You wear a suit and kick people's butts. You're ___, and I like that." A blush spread across his cheeks as it slipped out. "I-I like you."
Your frown turned into a smile and your fingers grabbed hold of the crease of his sleeve. You bit down on your lip in pure happiness.
