New (P.P x Reader)

᯽Part 2᯽

We finally get done with our last class and then me and Peter head to our lockers. Sadly, they're far away from each other, so we put on a dramatic show for Ned and Mj. "You can't leave me now!" I put my hand over my forehead. "I'm sorry, I must leave." He says, laughing. "Will you ever return?" I clutch my chest and make a face like I'm about to cry. Ned is acting like he's on the edge of his seat. Michelle is rolling her eyes, but smiling.
"I shall see you in the future my darling." He puts a hand over his heart.  "Specifically, about 20 minutes in the future." He smiles and I laugh. There's some girls in a huddle near by whispering and looking at us. I recognze some of them as the cheer team. But I really don't care. I wave at Peter and Ned as they walk to their lockers, but Michelle hangs back. Her locker is the second one down from mine.

"You know, you should tell him you like him." She says casually. I look up at her, wide eyed.

"What? No. That's a terrible idea."

"If he didn't like you back, then what do you call that messing around a minute ago?"

"Playful friend banter?"

"Flirting. Well for you and Peter it was anyway. You know it was."

"No I actually don't." I shut my locker. She shuts hers. Then we face each other. "Why won't you just spit it out? You can't hold it in forever. It'll come out one way or another." She crosses her arms.

"I'm just, scared to? I mean, I don't want to ruin a perfectly good friendship." I fiddle with my hands and look down at my feet. Michelle huffs an annoyed sigh. "Why is that always the problem?" She leans against the locker and rolls her eyes. "I don't know Mich." I smile/cringe at her. "But maybe I can, try harder?" I offer. She shakes her head. "No. Don't force yourself to flirt. Forced flirting is cringeworthy af. Just be yourself, and have fun." She pats my shoulder. She starts to walk away. "Michelle." I call after her. She stops and looks over her shoulder.

"Thank you."

She nods and smiles at me. I wave, and then I head outside to find Peter. I find him in the parking lot, leaning against a fancy looking Audi car. I stop short a few feat away. "Who's car is that?" I ask him. He smiles. "Ours." He opens the back door and motions for me to get in. I raise an eyebrow at him, but get inside. He climbs in after me. There's a man and a younger boy, about Peters age, in the front seats. "Hey Pete, aren't you going to introduce us?" The boy asks. He turns back to look at me. "Yeah. Y/N, this is Harley, Harley, this is Y/N. Harley is my brother." Peter says. I give him a shocked look. "You never told me you had a brother?" He smiles at me really big, like he finds my shocked face funny. "I didn't? I guess it never came up." I give him a skeptic look. He just laughs it off. The man starts to drive away and he looks at me through the rear view mirror. "So you're the Y/N Peter talks about so much." He says.

"Dad! Don't do this." Peter whines. 'Dad' takes his sunglasses off. I recognize him instantly. "Holy- your Tony Stark! Peter! Your dad is Tony Stark?!" I playfully slap him on the shoulder. He laughs. "It never came up." I slap him on the arm again. "It nEvEr cAMe uP. Okay well I mean, of course it didn't because not a lot of people have the chance to say MY DAD IS TONY FREAKIN STARK." I laugh. He laughs too. So does Tony Stark. "WAIT. Your mom is Pepper Potts! Do you live with the Avengers? Am I gonna MEET the Avengers?!" I ask. He smiles and shakes his head, clearly amused by my reaction.
"You might. Or am I gonna have to not let you because you'll freak out too much." He teases. I sit back in my seat. "What are you talking about? I'm totally calm." I say, pretending to look at my nails. He laughs, and so does Harley from the passenger seat.

"It's nice to finally met you Y/N." He says. "Nice to meet you too Harley, Peters brother which I never heard about in the entire year we've been friends." I pointedly aim the last part at Peter, which just sends him into a little fit of giggling. Which is absolutely adorable of course.

We pull into a really small looking parking garage thing that looks almost too cramped for a car. Then the door closes and we start going up. "Is this an elevator for CARS?" I look at Peter wide eyed. "It's so cool right?" He smiles at me. "Awesome." I smile back.