PARKER ⌁ peter p. imagines

missions

another shitty one!
but she's long so i guess
that makes up for it?

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Whenever the team would return from a lengthy mission, all of you would hang out in the kitchen afterwards, usually just chatting about whatever.

This particular mission put a strain on you mentally and physically, so you decided that a little alcohol in your system wouldn't hurt. You grabbed a random bottle of beer from the fridge and sat yourself next to Peter at the kitchen island.

Peter snorted. "Just wait till Steve catches you."

You sent him a glare, silencing his laughter.
You placed the bottle of beer to your lips. "This isn't even strong." You shrugged, setting it down on the counter. "Try some." Peter declined, shaking his head. "Come on dude, don't be so uptight all the time." You tried to persuade him, sliding the bottle toward him so that it nudged his arm.

Peter rolled his eyes and gave in, taking a swig, expecting the worst. He was pleasantly surprised when it tasted like pineapple juice. "Good, right?"
He nodded, handing it back over to you. As you went to grab it, the bottle slipped out of the boys hands. His reflexes allowed him to catch it before it tumbled onto the ground, but not before some of the liquid poured onto your lap.

His eyes went wide, and he immediately started to apologize. "Oh my G- y/n, I am so sorry." It was sticky and now you reeked of alcohol. You certainly wouldn't be making it past anyone's room without their noses tuning in.

You let out a small sigh.
"It's fine, I need a shower anyways."

Peter reached over the counter where a pile of napkins sat, grabbing a few. He started to pat the liquid off of your thighs, and you laughed. "It's fine, really." He of course ignored you and continued to dab your legs, slowly making his way toward the inside of your thigh. Your breath hitched in your throat when his hand reached extreme closeness to your, part. "Uh, Peter."

"I'm almost finished."

Oh God, please don't say that.

"Peter, s-stop." You stuttered, watching as his hands gracefully moved the napkin against the chair in between your thighs, his arm veins visible. His hand was accidentally rubbing the inside of your thigh as he wiped the alcohol off. He finally realized what he was unintentionally doing to you when you let out a whimper. Unfortunately for you, your voice decided to amplify itself, so everyone else in the room heard it, too. You looked around, the Avengers all not knowing what to say. They never expected the only two teenagers in the entire house to ever do this.

Your hand smacked your mouth immediately following the noise that slipped out. Peter looked up at you with wide eyes, his lips parted in speechlessness. You felt your face heating up in embarrassment, and then you did what deemed appropriate at the moment. You ran.

When you were out of sight, Thor reached into his pocket and pulled out a twenty dollar bill, handing it to a smug Clint.

"A teenager just got off in the kitchen." Bruce stared blankly at the marble counter. "I will never be the same."

Peter rolled his eyes at their reactions, then ran down the hall after you.

You instinctively ran to Steve's room, looking for advice. He was one of the only sane people in this entire building, and you could always trust him to help you out. "Cap?" You called out, lightly shutting the door behind you.

He was sitting up in bed, pressing random buttons on his phone. "I can't figure out how this thing works." He chuckled. Then he noticed your troubled face and stood from the bed. "What's wrong?"

"Well," You sighed. "I was in the kitchen and offered Peter some of my alcoh-" You stopped, correcting yourself as Steve scowled. "Drink, and he accidentally spilled some on my lap. Being the gentleman he was, he started to clean it off for me. And then his hand got a little too close to the kitten, if you know what I mean."

He winced. "I wish I didn't."

"And I told him it was fine, but he kept cleaning it off because he felt bad. And then he said he was almost finished, I mean how hot is that? Who the fuck just says they're almost finished unintentionally turning you on and not expect you to be turned on? The fuck?" You let out a huff, not noticing that you hadn't been breathing until the moment you finished speaking.

"You got what?" He asked.

You rolled your eyes. "I'm a teenager, you really expect me to not be horny?"

"Oh my God." He shuddered.

"Steve help!" You whined.

And before you could get another word out, he opened the door and pushed you outside. "One day, I'm not gonna be here, so you need to figure it out on your own."

You frowned. "I don't want to think about you dying."

"What?" He furrowed his eyebrows together. "I'm saying one day I won't be in my room." He clarified. "I need to use that lock more often." And then he swung the door shut.

"y/n!"

You looked to your left, where Peter turned into the hall. "Perfect." You mumbled. He ran to where you stood in front of Steve's room, stopping a few feet away from you.

You stared off to the side, too embarrassed to even look at him. "I'll just go kill myself now." You turned to leave, but was stopped by Peter's hand on your wrist.

"y/n, it's okay."
He tried to reassure you.

"Dude, do you not understand how unbelievably embarrassing that was?" You crossed your arms against your chest.

"What's the embarrassing part? The whimper?" He asked, inching closer to you. "Because that was super hot."

Your eyes widened at his sudden burst in
confidence. "I-"

Your faces were inches apart now.
"You what?" He breathed.

I am going to die.

"Steve is right behind that door." You whispered, scratching your arm in anxiousness. "He probably heard all of that."

"He did." His muffled voice said from the opposite side of the door. You and Peter laughed at that.

Then, the boys eyes flickered down to your lips, and he started to lean in. "He won't hear this."