Avenger's One-shots and Preferences

Size Does(n't) Matter Part 2

So, as it turns out, I have been requested by Blue-is-mine for this particular one-shot. So the reader manages to fit into the dress mentioned in the previous one-shot and she goes to prom with Peter. She gets bullied, so Peter calls in the Avengers for a helping hand.

Bulling involved with some swearing and a few other things I think. I'm just gonna wing this one.

(y/b/n)- your bully's name

"I'm not so sure about this," Wanda admits as you slip that dress on again. "It'll work this time, trust me," you sanguinely reply, "I've been rigorously sticking to my diet, a healthy diet mind you, and it's going to pay off this time. Now zip me up." Wanda still seemed skeptical but did as you asked.

Sure enough, the back of the dress zip up smoothly and successfully, "Yes!" you exclaim, "I did it! I managed to squeeze into this dress. That'll show those bitches at the prom." "It does look beautiful on you, (y/n)," Wanda compliments. "I had to give up on the homemade ice cream sandwiches for a while but it was well worth it," you reply, "Now, off to the prom! It's my time to shine!"

---Night of Prom-----------

Peter Parker stands right in front of the door to the Avengers compound dressed in the nicest tux his aunt could rent, taking some rather much needed deep breaths. No doubt the boy was nervous; sure, he'd been in and out of this place bunches of times but this time he was taking his mentor/father figure's daughter to the prom, and that scared him even more then the time he went up to space.

Taking in one last breath, he finally knocks on the door, to which Tony answers. "Oh, hey, kid," the man greets, "see you decided to knock this time instead of barging in." "Oh well, it's a special night, so I thought I'd make this formal Mr. Stark," Peter explains, "I want to do right with your daughter after all...sir." "Good use of words, kid, come on in," Tony invites Peter inside.
"Is (y/n) ready by any chance?" Peter asks. "Not sure, Pepper and Natasha both insisted they leave the dressing and makeover to them, and that I have nothing to do with it. So in other words, I can't give you an exact answer. In the meantime would you like a drink?" Tony pours a glass of whiskey. "Mr. Stark, you know I'm not old enough to drink," Peter answers. "I know, I was testing you, and you passed, the glass was for me," Tony takes a sip.

"Dad?" Tony hears your voice as Pepper walks in, "Okay she's all ready for the prom," she announces, "Oh hey, Peter, don't you look dashing." "Hey," you finally step, wearing the dress, your hair and makeup done up all special. Peter seemed to be in awe as he gazed at you. Tony on the other hand wasn't sure what to feel; sure you looked beautiful no doubt about that, but he was a little concerned about you acquiring some unwanted attention by boys at the prom.

"How do I look?" you ask, somewhat nervous. "Oh um..." Tony couldn't quite respond. "You look...really amazing (y/n)," was all Peter could muster. "Well you clean up quite nicely yourself, Parker," you grin, "Dad?" "You look beautiful, honey," Tony replies, "In fact, you look just like your mother."

After several photos and a really nice dinner with the team, you and Peter head to the school for prom.

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Despite the fairly smooth ride to the school, you couldn't help but feel nervous about setting foot inside, wondering about what everyone else was going to say. "You ready?" Peter asks you, taking you out of your thoughts for a brief moment. "Uh yeah, I guess," you answer. "Hey, don't be so nervous," Peter assures, "You look beautiful."
You nod and the two of you proceed once more.

The prom was in full swing; the DJ was playing a mix while the students inside were dancing, mingling, drinking from the punch bowl and all other good prom stuff.
You were really starting to enjoy yourself dancing with Peter. As a matter of fact, you noticed a lot of the guys on the dance floor had been checking you out more than once; it's almost like they had forgotten about the girls they took to the prom.
It was all flattering, but tonight you only had eyes for the one and only Peter Parker.