PARKER ⌁ peter p. imagines

- the office

idrk what this is lol

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Living with the Avengers sounds appealing, until you realize that sharing the same residence with a dozen people results in little to no privacy. Your room didn't even have a lock, courtesy to the overprotective Tony Stark. He didn't like the idea of you having any boys in your room. So, the only time you had any privacy was at two am, when you were free to wander the tower without the chance of running into someone.

Today, you decided to settle in the living room and have a tv marathon, the show of choice being The Office. "That's what she said!" You shouted at the television in unison with Michael Scott. A laugh escaped your lips as you leaned back onto the couch, mixing your ice cream with a spoon.

"You're watching The Office without me?" A voice asked from behind. You turned to see Peter making his way toward where you sat, a look of faux offense etched onto his face.

"Couldn't help it." You grinned, throwing a pillow on the floor to make space for him to sit.

"That's probably expensive." He pointed, sitting beside you.

"Tony can replace it."

As he sat, you offered him the tub of ice cream with your spoon, and he gladly took it. "Who's your favorite character?" He asked as he shoved a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.

"Jim." You stated without hesitation, keeping your eyes glued to the screen as you took the ice cream back.

He laughed. "That was quick."

"He's hilarious! Having a sense of humor is super attractive." You stated, turning to look at him. "What about you?"

"I like Pam. She's hot."

"Hotter than me?" You wiggled your eyebrows playfully.

"Oh definitely." He laughed.

"Why are you delinquents up at this hour?" In walked a half asleep Clint, his plaid pyjama pants dragging across the floor.

"Shut up."

He placed his phone on the counter and let out a scoff. "My daughter will not speak to me that way!"

"I'm not your daughter though?" You laughed, cocking an eyebrow.

"Yes you are. You're all of our daughters. And Peter's our son." He smiled, grabbing a granola bar and heading back to his room without another word.

Peter cringed, making you laugh. "I don't like the idea of us being siblings."

"Hey," You nudged his shoulder. "I would be a great sister."

"That's not why." He muttered.

Sensing something was up with him, you set the ice cream on the coffee table and shifted your body so it was facing his. "What's wrong?" It was finally time for the dreaded conversation.

He sighed, also moving his body towards you.
"I'm tired of you not seeing it."

"IT? I saw that movie! It was great."

He shut his eyes. "No, not IT, it. It being that I'm kinda-" Peter was having trouble finding the courage to tell you.

"You're what, Peter?" His breathing became heavier as he looked into your eyes, his own flickering down to your lips for a split second. You received the signal, the first of many months worth.

"Friday, disable the cameras." You demanded, not breaking eye contact with Peter.

"But Mr. Stark would not-"

"Friday!"

The machine was silent for a few moments, until she responded with, 'Alright, madam.' and the sound of the cameras shutting down.

And then you leaned in so quickly that when your lips touched his, he jolted back in surprise. But he melted into it soon after, not wasting any time and moving his hands to your hips, pulling you onto his lap. But then your thoughts had to intrude, and you began to feel guilty. "Peter I-" He slightly lifted your shirt, placing his hands on your bare waist. You shut your eyes at the feeling, as if closing them would make him less irresistible. "We can't do this!" You whispered-shouted.

He licked his lips.
"And why not?"

"It's-it's wrong!"

"How so?" His hands started to move upwards, but then back down again. He continued these movements throughout the conversation.

"The Avengers are like family. What would happen if we had a falling out, or-"

He pressed his lips back up against yours.
"We won't." He mumbled.

And funnily enough, you believed him. So without any further hesitation, you kissed him.
You loved kissing him.

"I forgot my pho-" Clint stopped dead in his tracks when he saw what you and Peter were doing. Once you spotted him you rolled off of Peter, all of you sitting in a stunned silence.

"Tony!" He ran back down the hall toward Tony's room, causing you to scramble off of the couch and run after him.

"Clint I will kill you!" The commotion woke everyone up, their doors opening and their heads peering out.

"What's going on?" Steve asked sleepily.

"Peter and y/n were sucking face!" Clint shouted as he ran down the hall. Bucky started cracking up, face going red with laughter.

You ran past him, but not without punching his arm.
"I will end you, Barnes!" You shouted over your shoulder.

You finally caught up to Clint when he stopped in front of Tony's bedroom door, hearing footsteps coming from inside. Your eyes went wide with panic, that is, until Thor came out of nowhere and dragged Clint away against his will. He sent you a wink as he covered Clint's mouth with his hand.

Then the door opened. You quickly fixed your posture, giving Tony the sweetest smile you could muster.

"What do you want, kid?"

You were a quiet for a second, then wrapped your arms around his torso. "I haven't seen you lately. Just wanted a hug." He was skeptical at first, but too wrapped his arms around you.

"That's sweet," He said, smiling as you separated. "But never again wake me up at two thirty a.m. for a God damn hug." And then he threw the door in your face.