Iron Boy [Peter Parker x Male Reader]

Chapter Sixteen

I woke up to a pounding in my head and a sick feeling to my stomach.
I staggered out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I turned on the water and splashed some onto my face. I groaned as I looked at myself in the mirror.
      I removed my clothes from yesterday, which were still stuck to my body.
I tugged on a pair of sweatpants, but didn't have the energy to put on a shirt. I walked out into the kitchen. Wanda was sitting there, along with Steve and Nat.
"...heyyyy..." I said, acting innocent.
"Hi." they all said in unison, a hint of anger in their voice.
I swallowed then walked over to the fridge and filled a glass with water, then slowly took a sip. I had my back to the three, but I could feel their eyes on my back.
I turned to them and gave a small smiled.
"What's up?" I asked, quietly.
"What's up? What's up!" Steve said.
"You wanna know what's up?" Nat started. "Us. All night last night."
"No sleep."
"Zip."
"Nada."
"Ask why. Go ahead." Nat snapped.
I cleared my throat, awkwardly. "Why?"
"Because it sounded like a rave was going on in our house!" Steve said as soon as I said 'why'.
"What were you thinking, Y/N?" Wanda asked.
"Do you want the absolute honest version, or the abridged...?"
They looked at each other, then at me.
"Honest." they all said.
      "I was at the dance, I had just finished dancing with Peter. I stepped into the hallway cause I was hot and nervous, and not feeling too well, when I saw this group of people. Long story short I drank some vodka and, uh...smoked some weed."
      "So you were both high and drunk, when you decided to invite your whole school to the Avengers base?" Nat said.
      I looked to the roof as if thinking, then nodded at her.
      "Wait till your dad here's about this..." Pepper snapped walking into the room, as if I wasn't already being yelled at enough.
      Pepper started walking down the stairs and when I reached the bottom floor I frowned. There were a few people still here on the floor asleep or just wandering around. Solo cups lined the floor and pizza boxes, a few bottles, and clothing.
      "I told the cleaners to not clean this room." she said.
      "Why...?" I asked nervously.
      "Cause you're going to clean it."
      I sighed, she walked towards the door as it opened. My dad came in looking happy.
      "Guess what your son did?" Pepper said, I stood awkwardly beside her.
      "What?" he said still smiling.
      "He decided to get drunk and high at his school dance then bring the whole dance here and have alcohol. The whole place is a mess." she sighed.
      His smiled dropped and he looked around, then looked at me.
      "What the hell are you doing? Having parties without even thinking to invite me?" he said loudly, clearly still happy from whatever happened with work.
      "...yeah..."
      "I am so ashamed, right now. Please tell me there wasn't drunk Twister."
      "Oh, there was lots of drunk Twister..." I said remembering falling on Peter.
      "Damn! That's my favourite! Well, help clean the place up. Next time make sure you call me though...Damn it, missed my son's first house party..." he said as he walked towards his room with his suit case in tow.
      Pepper watched him with a shocked look.
      "Well, then. I'll get to cleaning." I said with a smile, headed toward the supplies Pepper left out.

After a half an hour of cleaning, I had cleaned up most of the vomit that was laying around, and scrubbed most of the alcohol. Pepper asked that I cleaned the floors of the living room we played poker in, extra good. I was walking around picking up solo cups when I saw someone else toss a cup into the bag. I looked up to see Peter.
I smiled at him. "Hey."
"Hi." he said, not returning the smile.
I furrowed my brows as he bent over to pick up another cup, not meeting my eyes. I picked up another cup and put it in the bag, glancing up at him.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing."
"Tell me."
"I said, nothing. Everything's fine."
"Everything is not fine, Peter. You haven't met my eyes since you walked into this room."
He sighed and looked up to me, meeting my eyes.
      "You kisses another guy, Y/N..." he said.
      "Oh, c'mon. It was a stupid game, Peter."
      "You picked the green cup." he added.
      "You're mad because I said 'It's Complicated'?"
      He didn't meet my eyes again.
      "So what? Yeah we're basically dating, but we never legit made it official official. And you were nervous about my dad, and everything. I don't see the big deal. It's not like I've given my love to you...?"
      "You have too!" he shouted, making a confused face.
      "When?" I snapped.
      "In the hospital, when you tried to grab my hand and tell me, then you told me later when you woke up."
      "I was probably high on anesthesia!"
      "Brings me to the second time, when you were stoned at the dance."
      "I was stoned! I don't remember either of those times, Peter!" I shouted.
      "So, what? That means you didn't mean them?"
      "I was high. You think I meant anything I said?"
      He threw the cups he was holding onto the ground spilling their contents. "Unbelievable..." he muttered.
      "What do you want me to say, Peter!? I'm sorry! Okay? I'm sorry you thought I meant what I said, but I don't even remember them, you can't honestly believe that I meant those!"
      "Maybe you're right! Maybe on some level I knew you wouldn't remember it! That doesn't mean that I didn't want you to mean them."
      I scoffed.
      "I can't believe you..." I said smiling a little.
      "What? The fact that I want you to love me? That's so hard to believe?"
      I just stared at him, showing no emotion.
      "Go to hell, Y/N." he said walking away.
      I sighed and dropped down onto the floor.
      Minutes later Wanda walked into the room.
      "What was that all about?" she asked.
      "You heard?"
      "Yelling, yes. What was being said, no."
      "Apparently I told him I loved him when I came off anesthesia after the gunshot. I don't remember it, and I'm not ready to tell him that. But he's ready to hear it. And I told him when I was stoned, again, no recollection. But he wants to hear it, I just can't give it to him yet. And I played spin the bottle, kissed someone else. I picked the wrong cup. It's just a mess."
      "Why can't you tell him?"
      "I don't know..."
      "Don't you love him?"
      "I mean, I don't know, Wanda. I've never felt like this about anyone. I don't know what it feels like."
      "What does it feel like around me?"
      "You're like my sister, that's different."
      "You're right. That was a dumb question, but here. Trust me when I say, when you know, you'll know. If you don't feel it yet, you don't. But when you do, you'll know, and you'll tell him. But you do need to talk to him, before this gets worse."
      I nodded, "Thanks. You're the best."
      She smiled and nodded, "You're welcome."
      She walked off into the base, and I got to finishing cleaning.