(Peter Parker x reader) Romeo and Juliet

24: Removing the Tracker

"Hey, you brought your laptop, right?" Peter asked.

I gripped my back pack strap tighter, and Peter's hand even tighter.

Ned gave him a curious look. "Yeah, why?"

Peter smiled a little.

I knew that couldn't mean well.

I was now settled on the floor beside Peter.

Ned sat on the bed, laptop on his lap and Peter's suit plugged in.

Against my advice, we were removing the tracker from his suit.

Peter had told Ned everything he could about Civil War, leaving me out. We didn't need to tell Ned I was an assassin who was part of the Avengers.

But Ned was slightly confused about something. "So, Y/N, why're you team Cap anyway?"

I sighed, glaring a little at him. "Because. Bucky Barnes is innocent, and I believe that. And besides, the accords are bullshit."

Peter smiled with the flashlight in his mouth. He reached up and took it out to speak, leaning close to me. "Language," he said with a grin, replacing the flashlight between his teeth, shining it in my face.

I blinked in the light as both Peter and Ned laughed at me. "Very funny boys, very funny."

"Peter........why are we removing the tracker from your suit?" Ned asked after a few moments.

I turned to give Peter an expectant look.

He twitched an eyebrow at me. But then he took the flashlight out of his mouth, "I gotta follow these guys to their boss before they move again," he hesitated. "And I don't really want Mr. Stark to know about it," he glanced nervously at me as he replaced the flashlight, teeth clicking on it as he did so.

"So, you're lying to IronMan now?" Ned asked skeptically.

I sighed. "It wouldn't be the first time I've done that."

Peter looked offended though. "I'm not lying to him," he said after quickly removing the flashlight, "He just doesn't really get what I can do yet."

I shuffled on my legs where I sat, moving closer to Peter to see what he was doing.

"Gotcha," he muttered over the flashlight, holding up the tracker he successfully removed. "Alright Happy," he removed the flashlight, "enjoy tracking this lamp!"

I laughed a little, hopping onto the bed next to the spider suit.

Peter smiled down at me. Whenever he knew he was the cause of my laugh, he looked either dreamy or smug.

In this instance he looked smug.

"Peter, you do realize we're going to get in a crap load of trouble for this?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I don't care, so long as the bad guys are in jail. And," he leaned closer to me, pointing the turned-off flashlight into my face, "not if we don't," he poked my nose, "get," poked me again, "caught," one last poke.

I opened my mouth as thought to bite the light if he did it again, and he inserted it into my mouth.

I glared at him till he stopped laughing and took the light back.

I shook my head and lay back, looking up at the ceiling.

"There's a ton of other subsystems in here," Ned announced. "But they're all all disconnected by the-" he paused to laugh a little. "Training Wheels Protocol."

Both Peter and I moved quickly to look at the screen. He was mad, and I found it funny.

"What?!" Peter asked, scanning the screen. "Turn it off," he demanded.

I made a face. "I'm not so sure that's a good idea."

Ned nodded. "They're probably blocked for a reason."

I scanned Peter's face as he frowned at the computer screen.

"Come on man, I don't need training wheels!" He protested.

I smiled fondly. "Sure, says the tall toddler."

He gave me a warning look, reaching over Ned and trying to swat me.

I jumped away from him, and he jumped up onto the other bed, shoes and all.

I slid back to the edge of the bed Ned and I were on and watched him.

"I'm sick of Mr. Stark treating me like a kid all the time!" He pouted. "It's not cool!"

Ned looked confused. "But...you are a kid?"

"Sort of," I muttered.

"Yeah, a kid that can stop a bus with his bare hands!" Peter protested.

I considered that. "Alright, Ned, he's got a good point."

Ned gave me a 'don't encourage him' look I knew all too well from Tasha when it came to Tony.

Peter jumped off the bed, leaning next to Ned with a pleading look on his face.

Now see, I'd've given in from that look alone, which is why I'm not allowed near Tony, who's a professional at puppy eyes.

"Look, please, this is my chance to prove myself! I can handle it Ned, come on!" Peter pleaded.

I copied him. "Come on Ned. He's a big boy!"

Peter rolled his eyes slightly before resuming his pout.

Ned looked like he was about to break.

"The guy in the chair," Peter breathed.

I smiled.

"Don't do that," Ned begged.

I knew Peter had won by Ned's tone.

"Come on!" Peter and I said in unison.

Ned sighed and hit a button, and I figured he'd turned the protocol off.

Peter's suit gave a jolt and a surge, which I hadn't expected.

And because I hadn't expected it, I jumped, fell off the bed and onto Peter's lap.

Ned whistled.

Peter laughed, helping me sit up.

But he didn't force me off, instead he wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled his face into my back.

Ned gave us a look before turning away.

I stayed still.