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peter parker: fancy date

ok so in this imagine tony stark (iron man) is determined on getting you and peter together so he finds a clever way to make things work. this imagine will be kinda long so buckle up and get ready to squeal at how adorable peter parker is ;p

{EDITED 7/21/20}

AND ALSO IM SETTING THIS AFTER INFINITY WAR WHERE THEY ARE ALL ALIVE AND HAPPILY LIVING TOGETHER BECAUSE I CANT STAND THE IDEA OF A DEAD SPOODERMAN ;(

After coming home from a long day at school, you weren't in the best mood. It wasn't helping that everyone around you seemed to be adding to the stress, and just one word said by anyone was enough to set you off.

"Miss Y/N, Mr. Stark has requested that you meet him in the lounge at once," Jarvis commanded. "Or else."

"What is it this time?" you groaned, getting out of bed and smoothing your hair back. As hard-headed and egotistical as he was, Iron Man wasn't someone you wanted to mess with. If he wanted something, he got it, whether it was 'family bonding because you folks need to get along together by playing team-building games outside' or 'binge-watching Grey's Anatomy while eating entire loaves of bread'.

Okay, maybe that last idea was one of Clint's, but still. The man enjoyed 'family bonding'.

When you got to the lounge, Tony, Clint, and Vision were gathered around together, including Peter, your best friend (and longtime crush). "Are you forcing us to do a Twister death match again or some sort of weird game like we always do on Friday nights?" Peter asked. "Please don't tell me it's gonna be Call of Duty again...I suck at Black Ops."

"No," Tony replied, leaning back in the recliner, "I just have a simple question for you guys."

"And that is...?" you prompted, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Y/N. You're free tonight at 8, right?"

"Yeah..."

"And Peter. What about you?"

"Yes, I am, actually," Peter replied.

"Great!" Tony clasped his hands together. "Because I'm not. You two go on without me, enjoy your date at the fancy French restaurant downtown. There's no going back now!"

"D-did you just..." you stuttered, dumbfounded. A blush quickly spread across your cheeks and you felt your face flush.

"I just did." You and Peter exchanged a confused glance, wondering what had gotten into him all of a sudden.

"And I know what you guys are thinking, oh my god, why is he setting us up on a date, well here's your answer. You kiddies are in love and the entire team is pissed because you won't admit it! You can fight crime, take down agents half your size, and cook a mean lasagna, but you can't do so much as admit your feelings for each other?"

"N-no, that's not right," Peter tried to fumble for his words. "We're not, you know, we're just friends, Mr. Stark..."

"That's a load of BS!" Sam shouted from the kitchen.

"I SHIP IT!" Thor shouted from upstairs.

Steve walked into the lounge, looking rather amused as he saw you and Peter blushing and looking away from each other. "It was my idea. I told Tony to do this so you guys have until 7:30 to get ready. Mark my words, you'll be starstruck by the time you get back."

"Don't get any ideas, old man," you growled, tossing a pillow at him as Natasha and Wanda dragged you upstairs to get dressed.

"Y/N and Spidey, sitting in a tree...K-I-S-S-I-N-G..."