The Wing-Woman (Peter Parker X Reader)

Round 17: Present?

"Yes, sir." I said saluting him before sitting back in my spot on the couch.

In a few moments, Peter returned with a small silver box, "It didn't need to be your birthday for me to remind you this."

He handed me the box and inside was the most beautiful bracelet.

With the word "Strong" underneath it. It looked expensive, something way out of Peter's budget.

I held it up, "Why did you get this?"

"You are strong. And it was in Morse code so,  win-win." He held out his hands, bouncing them up and down as if he were a scale that was off balance.

I sent him a look that said, "are you insane?"

His eyes wide, "Oh no. You-you don't like it."

I shook my head. "You're right I don't like it." I paused, "I love it!"

His eyebrows raised, "You do?"

"Yeah." I nodded before jumping up from my spot on the couch to give him a hug. His arms found their way around my waist to return it.

Then just as fast as it started, the moment left. With a click and a flash in its place.

Peter and I turned, still hugging, when another click and flash happened. It was May. Taking pictures. Of us.

We separated and Peter's face flushed very red very fast.

"Sorry to ruin the moment," She said, "But I just had to capture the moment. It was too cute." And with that she disappeared back down the hall and into her room.

"I'm sorry about her." Peter rubbed his face.

"Don't be." I said turning and looking him in the eyes, "It's cute that she loves you so much."

"You mean she loves you so much." He said, playfully pushing my shoulder. He took the box out of my hand and slid the bracelet onto my wrist.

"It's SOOOO pretty!" I said, tighten it so it would stay put on my wrist.

"Like you." Peter said under his breath but I still heard him, despite his efforts.

"Was that smooth talking I heard, Parker?" I teased.

Panicked, Peter searched his mind for a reply, "Y-ye-yep."

"Don't back down, boy. That was some class A smooth talk." I said, "You're getting the hang of  it." I grabbed my phone from the coffee table to look at the time, almost nine o'clock.

"Hey," I said looking back up, "I've got to head home."

"This time let us give you a ride?" He asked. "Don't want a repeat of last time right?"

The offer sounded great but he didn't know who I was, truly. I was a Stark and when you're a Stark anybody and everybody wants something from you. I wanted to keep my two lives separate, the one where I'm the accident child of Tony Stark and an unfortunate Reporter both of which had too much to drink.

I simply shook my head, "Peter I can walk myself home."

I turned to leave when Peter grabbed my shoulder, "I can't let you walk home alone knowing there are bad people out there that could hurt you or worse." Peter paused, "Just let me get you a taxi, or an uber, or something. Something to keep you safe."

"How about this?" I turned around, "I call H-" I can't say Happy, Happy helps the interns. "ether. I'll call Heather." I finished.

"Heather?" Peter questioned.

"Yeah,  she's my aunt. From my moms side she's in town for the week." I awkwardly laughed pulling out my phone and calling Happy to send an uber or something that looked more normal than the limo that he drove my around in usually.

"Can I wait with you?" Peter asked, "For your aunt to come?"

"Sure," I slid on one of my converse and tied it, "but I don't know why-" I finished putting on the other shoe. I looked up, Peter already had his shoes on and was holding out a jacket for me to put on.

I tilted my head, "Peter that's yours."

"So?" He shrugged, "I'm sure its chilly outside and we can't have you cold or else I'm gonna look like a total jerk."

"And we can't have that, now can we?" I played along, sliding my arms into the blue jacket, it was the one he wore the most, his favorite.

"I've got a reputation to uphold."

"Pff! Whatever!" I laughed, "What would that be?"

"My clean streak of smoothing-talking gentlemanly-ness." He paused awkwardly, making up words.

"Oh yeah? When did that start, Parker?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Probably when he met you." May said in the kitchen, a mug in her hand.

"May." Peter started.

"I'm going, I'm going." May responded.

I went to open the door but Peter's hand, he was probably wanting to be a gentleman, went towards the doorknob too. My hand had made it first, my palm tensed against the cold metal when Peter's hand rested on top of mine.

We both pulled away, Peter opened the door for me. Awkward silence ate up the entire elevator ride.

"Thank you, Peter." I said, even surprising myself.

"For?" Peter turned his brown eyes turning honey a split second as the light hit his iris.

"Letting me be normal." I said looking back to the street, finding that looking for my uber was more interesting than this awkward conversation with Peter.

"Trust me, you are not normal." He said kind of under his breath.

I turned back to him, "Excuse me?"

He cleared his throat, "You are not normal." he paused, "You are extraordinary. I've met plenty of people and none of them are like you. None. Because those people that are normal, don't care like you do. So yeah, you're extraordinary. Do I need to get a bracelet for that too?" He joked, but I could tell he was being sincere.

Maybe it was the moment talking but something know the back of my head was saying to tell Peter.

"Peter, I have to tell you something." i confessed.

"You can trust me."

"Okay but you can't tell anyone. Not even Ned."

He nodded, and held out his pinky. Our pinkies intertwined together, "I promise."

"Peter, I-" I was cut of by my uber coming to a screeching stop next to me, "have got to go."

He pulled me in for a hug, "Tell me later. Or if you really need to get it off of your chest call me."

We pulled apart and Peter opened the car door for me, I put one foot in the car, before I fully got in the car to close the door, I gave Peter a kiss on the cheek.