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"attaboy!"

• P.P T.S •

The situation had escalated rather quickly. The night had begun with a regular scheduled dinner event between the avengers filled with expensive alcohol and full plates of food. There was nothing different about this particular dinner, other than how it had ended- rather abruptly.

You and Peter had been friends since Peter become an avenger over half a year ago. The youngest members of the team, you two quickly grew close but it was only recently that you both had realized your feelings for each other. What was originally inseparable best friends blossomed further than just that. The scheduled dinner last month was when he first confessed his feelings to you through an awkward hand holding and a stolen rose from the dining table. Of course you were quick to assure him you felt the same way. A weight had been lifted from your chest but new internal struggles were soon filling the gaps.

After that night, you had counted down the days until the next get-together. It had been a painful month full of anticipation. After the confession, neither of you made a move to plan the casual friend dates you had out of fear of messing up what was blossoming between you. Sure, you texted, and you texted a lot, but by the time Peter told you he was on his way to the dinner your nerves were shot. You had never felt so nervous in your life.

The dinner was the same as any other. All of the avengers and their guests sat around a long table set with beautiful, patterned runners and an extremely expensive China dinnerware set. The finest wines and liquors were purchased and distributed and within an hour everyone except yourself and Peter were intoxicated. Well, you, Peter, Steve, and maybe Thor (you couldn't really tell as he wandered around the facility touching fragile souvenirs and rare treasures). As the adults carried on drunken conversation, you and Peter helped as usual cleaning up the dirty dishware and empty glasses from the table, but you had noticed that little things had changed. You noticed that Peter was quick to volunteer with taking heavy items from your hands and you picked up on how his fingers would linger longer on yours when he took the silverware from your hands. You couldn't hold back the redness that rose to your cheeks. He was such a gentleman and you always loved that about him, and so did your father. Tony watched from afar as Pete treated his daughter with most respect and the manners that were expected but not always received with teenage boys. He smiled lovingly at the pair, oblivious of the forgotten conversation with Sam and Rhodey about the troubles of aerodynamics and wind. He always trusted Peter with his daughter. There was never a need to worry.

Upon finishing the dishes there was an obvious, slight tension between you two that was foreign. No longer was the urge to flick the back of his head for a laugh, but the urge to run your fingers through his soft and effortless curls. He ran a hand through his hair and shot you a small smirk and it was then that your cheeks got hot once again. You were caught staring. There was no denying he was trying to tease you, but he must've forgotten that he confessed his feelings to a Stark.

"Hey Pete," you said to his turned back as he placed the silverware into their designated drawers. He turned his head to look over his shoulder and you noticed how his deep brown eyes looked bright and beautiful under the ceiling's white LEDs. You couldn't help yourself-

"Your eyes are really beautiful."

"They're brown."

"But they're really pretty," you admitted. And then there was a pause and you were staring into each others eyes with a feeling that you could only describe as infatuation. He wouldn't look away from your (e/c) eyes and neither could you. You then watched as his brown eyes glanced quickly at your lips, and then it happened.

His big palms cupped your face and tilted it upwards to meet his own and your lips met, molding together perfectly and your body felt numb. Just the feeling of Peter's lips on yours made your skin burst into tiny tingles and your heart beat out of your chest. You briefly remembered all the times that you fantasized about kissing your best friend, but none of them even came close to the feeling you were feeling right now. Your hands found his forearms and you pushed him away. You couldn't kiss your best friend in the middle of the kitchen! What if your dad walked in?

"(Y/N)-" Peter whispered.

"Just follow me," you laughed and took his hand.

• • •

The second your door closed Peter turned into a different teenager than the mannerly, gentleman of respect that you were so used to. Your shoulders were pressed against the door as he reattached your lips. A laugh bubbled up your throat and you couldn't help yourself. Every kiss felt amazing. He broke away to lead you to the edge of the bed where you then sat and pulled him to sit next to you.

"I've always wanted to kiss you," he bashfully admitted, leaning in once more to place a kiss on your lips. The second your lips touched your bedroom door flew open and there stood a fuming Tony Stark. Peter immediately jumped up as if suddenly revolted by you. Tony wasn't buying a second of it.

He pointed a long finger at you and you looked away in shame. Your dad was known for being relentless. "Does either one of you want to explain why our kitchen security camera is full of the two of you making out on our kitchen counter?"

You looked at Peter but he avoided your gaze and stared at his shoes.

"I let you two have alone time and this is what I discover after trying to find the person who stole an entire ice sculpture from the dining room. How long has this been going on for?" 

Again, glances were thrown between each other but no words spoken.

Peter scratched the back of his head and cleared his throat to ease the tension between the father and daughter. "Yeah— well, uh, this is awkward," Peter spoke with clear embarrassment.

He took a slow, deep breath, backed himself into a corner and crossed his arms over his chest to seem as collected as possible. His brown eyes refused to look at you and you felt the urge to apologize for everything both you and your father.

Tony looked between you two, a clear disappointment etched into his features. You felt like a little kid getting caught stealing a candy bar like it was ye worst crime in the world. Maybe this feeling was worse; the sick feeling of straight and utter embarrassment.

"Tony?" Someone calls from down the hall. "Everything alright?"

"Everything's great," he calls back and you're relieved that he's left it at that. But of course he doesn't and your head falls into your palms.

"Yeah, everything's great except that Peter here was making out with my daughter."

A loud, boisterous laugh sounds followed by quick footsteps and suddenly Sam is peeking his head in your room, his open hand out towards the teenager still in the corner. "Hey, attaboy! Proud of you, Pete!"

With a scoff and look of disbelief, Tony leaves and pushes Sam out of your room, leaving you two with an awkward laugh and great first kiss story.

A/N
I don't wike it.
It's an old draft and I needed to get it out of my to-do list.