Avengers Imagines and One-shots

Peter Parker x Reader

Peter Parker x reader

Request: May I request a peter parker x reader where the avengers go to the beach (highly unlikely) but the reader hates the beach and peter messes with her by picking her up and dumping her in to the water. Maybe ending with a little walk at night and they kiss. Just something really fluffy.

a/n: Thank you for requesting!! Request more plz I’m begging you

Warnings: majOR fluff towards the end.

You hated Vision. Well, not exactly, but it was his stupid knowledge on everything that made the avengers (mostly Tony) decide that going to the beach would be “highly therapeutic for the high stress environments the avengers endure.” -Visions words.

You hated the beach. The sand, the sun, the way your eyes felt after swimming. Not to mention you would be staying there overnight. It was an extreme waste of time to you. Sure, you were an avenger. But you didn’t need the beach. A whole day shoving your face with food then sleeping would be perfectly fine with you.

You picked at the end of you shorts, glancing over at Peter’s excited face as he watched the large palm trees pass by, occasionally asking Happy a question. You laughed a little when Happy shut the window connecting the back seat to the front, Peter looking like a sad, still very much excited puppy. You turned, looking out at the vast roads, wondering what excuse you could tell Tony to get out of all this.

While little schemes ran through your head, Peter watched you frown, wondering what made you hate the beach so much. He had tried asking, only to be given a glare and an (adorable) pout by you.

When Tony had announced that they were going to the beach, his original plan had been to spend the entire day with you, soaking up sun, splashing in the water and… well, other things that Peter had let his mind wander to. Specifically having a sappy moment where you both realized you loved eachother while the sun was setting on the water. But he would never tell anyone else that. But now, knowing that you hated the beach, his new plan was to make the next couple days as enjoyable for you as possible.



It was stunning. And you hated that you almost liked it. It was a private beach, courtesy of Tony Stark, with 2 cabins on the waterfront. “Hey y/n race you to the best room?” You saw Peter running up the sand, smiling back at you. You slipped off your sandals and ran after him. Once you caught up with him, you found Tony, Rhodey, Vision, and even Nat. She stood up, walking towards you. “How are my two favorite teens?” You smiled and Peter looked over at you. “Y/n hates the beach.” Peter suddenly blurted out, and everyone turned to you with their eyebrows raised.

“So, who’s in what cabin?” You chuckled nervously, sending a death glare in Peter’s direction. “Girls in one cabin boys in the other. But for right now why don’t we go out and lay by the ocean?” Tony stood, grabbing Peter’s bag then yours, setting them down near the door of the cabin.

As you walked down to the Beach, you felt Peter’s eyes on you almost the entire time. “Peter what do you want.” You looked over to him, laying your towel on one of the chairs provided. “I-uh, your hair just looks pretty in the sun. I still don’t understand why you hate the beach.” You sighed and looked out on the water. “It’s a long story Pete. Bad experiences, blah blah blah.” You give him a smile, watching his cheeks go red at the nickname. “Oh well, do you at least want to go swim a little bit with me?” You lay down on the chair, glancing over at him as you shook your head no.

His smile somewhat dropped, saying a small okay before stripping his shirt, running off into the water. You felt bad. Extremely bad. So you decided to swallow your hate and walk out into the water, not going out past your knees. “Peter!” He turned, smiling widely. He swam over to you, his hair wet and in his eyes. He stood up and walked the rest of the way to you. Your eyes traveled to his chest, then lower, and your face flushed.

“Are you going to swim?” He moved closer to you, moving in for a hug. You ducked, not wanting to get wet and squealed. “Peter no. This is a happy compromise. I’m not getting more wet.” He smirked and splashed you. You yelled and attempted to run away, only to be caught by the waist by spiderling himself, his soft hands gripping on your hips to keep you still.

The contact makes you freeze, you’re heart thudding in your ears. “Peter what are you-” He cuts you off by picking you up bridal style, staring down at you. “Hey y/n?”

“Yeah?” You were breathless.

“Be prepared.”

“What are yo-”

He dunks his head under water, you going down with him. He comes back up, laughing. You take a gulp of air, irritation flooding your vains. You push at his chest and wipe your eyes with the back of your hand. “Put me down Peter.” His laughing stops, and you feel him slowly release you, setting you on your feet. “Y/n I’m sorry.” You shiver, making your way towards land. You hear water splashing behind you, undoubtedly Peter making his way towards you. “Y/n c'mon.”

“Peter I’m cold and I’m leaving.” He catches up to you, following you all the way up to the cabin. You grab your bag, walking in, trying to find warmth. Peter didn’t follow you in, and you were grateful. Everything that had happen today was over whelming, and all you wanted is to get into some warm clothes.

You had just slipped a t-shirt on when Peter shyly poked his head around the door of the cabin’s room, giving you a tentative smile. You gave a small one back, patting the spot next to you on the bed. “I’m sorry. Here.” He handed you his sweatshirt, giving you a sheepish smile. “I thought you’d like to wear it. Sort of like a peace offering.” You smiled and slipped it on, discreetly breathing in his scent.

You sat there in comforting silence for a few seconds, before turning to him. “Lets go on a walk yeah?” He perked up and smiled. “Yeah, yeah let’s go!” He stood up, offering his hand to you. You grabbed it, walking back down to the beach.



After multiple people teasing you (Tony), you made it down the beach, both of you sitting on the rocks. Peter’s heart thumps as he grabs your hand, tracing little patterns on it. The simple gesture makes your heart stutter and you smile at him.

“I hate the beach because it reminds me of being with family and people you love. I’m just getting used to the avengers and everything, but it still just… hurts. You know?” Peter turns to you and smiles. “I get that. But we’re here now and maybe new memories would help out a little bit.”

You go to say something, but your leaning in and Peter is leaning in, and all you can hear is your heart in your ears, that sounds strangely like waves breaking on land.

His lips meet yours clumsily, his head tilted as his hand holds your cheek. You feel his tounge trace your bottom lip, and you told your head, giving him access to all of you. You’re teeth clash with his as he tries to deepen the kiss, and you pull away giggling.

“I’m sorry I’m just-” He giggles with you.

“Happy?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too.”

He smiles at you and you give a wide smile back.

New memories. That doesn’t sound too bad.

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