Avengers Imagines

Make Me

Peter Parker was SpiderMan, and I found that out myself. Somehow I wasn't shocked; it seemed almost obvious. MJ, who'd speculated that, was the one who got me started on thinking this. So I asked Tony Stark.

Turns out I've been dating SpiderMan for months. 

After school I went home with Peter, flopping onto his bed in a semi foul mood. "Peter. You're SpiderMan, right?"

He blinked, his backpack dropping onto the floor, forgotten. "What?"

"I know you're SpiderMan. Honestly, how long did you think you could keep it from me?" I asked, sitting up and clasping my hands on my kneecap. 

"I-I don't know what the hell you're talking about, baby." He didn't look convincing enough. His face had drained of color. 

"Don't give me this shit Peter." My tone wasn't mean. "I know you're SpiderMan. I asked Tony."

Peter knew he'd lost. "Why would you do that?"

"Because I had suspicions." I frowned.  

"I didn't want you to know!" He snapped. "Now you're-"

"In danger? No, no I am not. Think about the past several months, Peter. The ones in which I sure as hell wasn't in any danger, was I? Knowing and not knowing has no difference!" I ranted at him while he puffed his chest up at me.

He stood by the door with a frown, looking concerned more and more so every minute. "Y/N, I was just waiting!"

"For what?" I snapped.

"For me to trust you enough to tell you!" He said back, with almost the same snippy tone. 

I felt my jaw drop. "Wait...you don't trust me?"

"No, no. I didn't say that." Peter held out his hands defensively.

I just gave him a rude look. "Yes you did. You told me you were waiting until you trusted me to tell me. You didn't tell me, Peter, Tony did!"

"Oh you know what, forgive me for trying to keep you safe." His tone was growing more and more aggravated. "I just didn't know-"

"Okay, wait a second. I don't see any common sense behind this! None at all! What the hell...it doesn't-"

"Okay, shut up!" He held out his hands with his eyes shut tight as if he couldn't take anything anymore. Sometimes that was true, his senses just kinda...overloaded. 

This wasn't that. This was him being pissed.

So I stood up, putting my hands on my hips, and raising my eyebrows at him. "Come over here and make me."

He opened his eyes, looking up at me. It only took him a second, a second for the light in his eyes to become knowing, and for his whole demeanor to change. It changed from frustrated and small to predatory and towering.

It's amazing how a boy who's like 5'8 could feel just about 6'. He closed the distance faster than I could think, both his hands meeting my cheeks, bringing my face up to his as he kissed me roughly. It made my whole body jolt in shock, not having expected it. It'd happened so fast that my brain took a while to comprehend that he was kissing me, and when I did, I felt my whole body melt into his, all my curves fitting along with his body. This was one hell of a way to shut me up. 

Peter pulled away a few drunken moments later, his hands still where they'd been before. His chest rose and fell with his quickened breath. 

My heart beat was rapid, my eyes still closed. I didn't say anything. When I did open my eyes, he was looking down at me with a small smirk. "You okay there, honey?"

I nodded, with a small shrug. "You uh...you shut me up."

He grimaced a little bit. "Yeah, I'm so sorry I said that honey." 

"After that kiss, I fogive you." I gave him a wide, happy smile. 

He hugged me, and I smiled over his shoulder at May, who stood in the doorway with an elated smile on her face.