Spider-Man//Avengers//Marvel One shots

Prom Night

-Spiderchelle
-IronDad & Spiderson (I guess?)
-MJ has a little brother because that's adorable. Just think about his cuteness.

Peter tapped his foot continuously against the laminate flooring he was almost positive cost more than his apartment.

He stared at himself in the mirror, brushing an invisible crinkle out of his pristine white dress shirt.

He sighed, taking a long, deep breath.

A light knock came at his door, and he looked up-

"Hey Pete, how's it going?" Tony. He'd been the one to purchase his suit, and he was eternally grateful, other than the fact that it had pretence that he'd have a part in his prom night.

He didn't want to go to prom, and MJ just considered it an obnoxious night of loud music and a reason to excuse getting drunk.

They planned to go, to hang out with Ned, before leaving and going to the movies or a diner. They both liked the sound of that.

Nonetheless, Tony insisted o busying the suit.

"Fine." He finally mumbled, readjusting his red tie to be more centred than it already was,

"Kid, calm down, you'll be fine." Tony tried to calm his nerves, but it didn't work.

"Okay. Sure." He glanced towards the clock- he needed to leave in order to pick MJ up in time.

"I have to-"

"Go. Yes. Here." Tony placed a single key in his palm. The one to his Lykan Hypersport. Oh god. Peter paled.

What if he crashed it?

It was a three million dollar car.

"Mr. Stark, honestly I-"

"I insist." Tony ended the discussion by stepping back, leaving Peter a pathway to the door,

"Knock them dead, kiddo." Peter nodded, walking forwards nervously,

"Not literally. Metaphorically!" He heard Tony call teasingly as he turned the corner, and it lifted his mood significantly- it was all going to be smooth sailing, he promised himself.

To keep this promise, he tentatively got into the car, closed the door as light as possible, and sat contemplating whether he should just grab one of the older cars keys and take that.

He shook his head, Tony was probably watching in the security feed laughing to himself at how awkward he was boing.

This was just MJ. She didn't care what car he took. Likely, she wouldn't even bat an eyelid at the car. If anything, she'd scorn and mutter something about entitlement.

He shook his head to dispel the thoughts, and pressed the key into the ignition, driving off, out of the private garage complex and onto the road, staying well within the speed limit.

Just because he had a sports car, doesn't mean he had to break the law whilst driving it.

MJ lived close-ish to school, about ten minutes away, on the other side from Stark Towers, so as he passed the gymnasium building, he saw a few early-birds and organisers milling about.

Don't think about it. It'll all go fine. Peter promised himself as he turned onto MJ's block, pulling up in a convenient space, just a few steps down from her door.

Stepping out, he realised he forgot to turn the car off. Blushing deeply, he struggled to eat the stuff new key out, and thoroughly embarrassed, even though no one was watching, he left the ignition running, but closed the door, and walked hesitantly up to MJ's house.

He knocked a few little raps and instantly the modern grey door flew back so far it nearly flew off its hinges.

Surprised not to find MJ, or her parents (or people who resemble adults, he'd never actually met her parents yet) he found a little boy.

He was probably six or seven, and he was the cutest little thing, with messy brown hair shaking about, and huge green eyes.

Peter couldn't stop himself from smiling,

"Who are you?" The boy asked, frowning and cocking his head, his lips stick in a pout,

"I'm Peter, Peter Parker. Who're you?" The boy opened his mouth to reply, but loud footsteps coming down the stairs was heard, along with a loud call,

"Jasper! We have talked about opening to door to strangers!" It was a man, presumably MJ's father,

"Hello?" He looked Peter up and down with a questionable look,

"Hello sir, I'm here-"

"Finally! Peter, you're a whole forty three seconds late." MJ. She slumped into his view from what was seemingly the kitchen, a flowing red dress and black ankle boots on, her hair done in a cascade of half up, half down ringlets,

"Sorry. I-Umm... Tony... well-"

"I'm assuming you're ready, loser?" She asked with a deadpan,

"Yes." He smirked, before MJ's father cut in again,

"Michelle, could you please introduce me to this boy?"

"Boy? Oh, Michelle!" It was a kind looking woman who rushed out of the kitchen, grinning like a Cheshire Cat,

"Hello! I'm Mrs Jones, call me Mom." She pulled Peter into a bone-crushing hug,

"Oh- I-I'm Peter Parker." He huffed out once she had at last let go,

"You look so smart, where are you two going?" She rambled,

"Prom." MJ shrugged, turning and grabbing a small black bag that lay on top of the radiator,

"Prom? Michelle! Why didn't you tell us?" Her father demanded, Jasper squirming on his hip,

"Didn't see a reason to." She shrugged,

"But that's not the point!" Her mother argued,

"Yes it is. I don't even want to go. Neither does Peter. We're planning on seeing movie." She mumbled the last part, before looking up at Peter quizzically,

"How did you get here. You don't own a car." She paused, looking pained,

"You didn't take the bus?" She asked,

"I didn't." He promised, taking a step back from the door and pointing to his sports car,

"Tony insisted I take it." I shrugged, as her Dad gaped,

"Well, we'll be off then." MJ pushes me out of the doorway harshly and kicked it closed behind her, taking a long, deep sigh,

"You have no idea how lucky you are he didn't start fanboying over that car."