Peter Parkour and the fam//oneshots

Hey, Jessie

I'm bringing Jessie from my story 'Pardon?' back because I can and I want Peter to date him. Peter's 18 and Jessie's 19.

Peter ran his hand over his face as he stood in the supply closet of Stark Industries. Tony told him to grab something and Peter doesn't even remember what he was supposed to grab anymore. He grabbed his phone and sent Tony a text, asking what he needed. He leaned against the doorway and sighed as he waited for a response.
               "You lookin' for anything specific?" Peter jumped slightly and turned around and met the eyes of a boy around his age. He had brown hair, brown eyes, and he was just a little taller than Peter. The boy looked amused as Peter let out a breath.
               "I was, but then I forgot what I was looking for." The boy let out a small chuckle, a smile growing on his lips.
               "I'm Jessie. I'm an intern here. I'm guessing you are too?" He holds out his hand to shake and Peter does.
"Yeah I'm an intern. My name is Peter." Jessie's smile seems to soften and Peter can feel his face heating up.
"Well, it's nice to meet you Peter." Peter tells him likewise when he feels his phone buzz. He looks at the message and sighs again. Jessie gives him a confused look. Peter turns his phone around for him to see.
"How could I forget paper?" Jessie let's out a short laugh and grabs Peter a stack of copy paper. He holds it in his hands for a few seconds and writes something before handing it to the shorter boy. Peter smiles at him and says a small thanks. Jessie just nods in response and his smile grows wider.
"I'll see you around, Peter." He pats the stack once more before walking out and giving one final wave to Peter.
—back with Tony—
"Why are you so red underoos? You fall down the stairs or something?" Peter rolls his eyes with a small laugh and hands the papers to Tony. He takes the papers from the kid and notices a loose paper on the top. He looks at it and a smirk grows on his face.
"What's this Pete?" Peter turns to look at him and his face darkens even more as he reads what's on the paper.
"Jessie Brown. 917-555-0080. ;)" (A/N: I just made this number up so I don't know if that's the right thing for New York).
Peter slowly grabbed the paper from Tony's hand and the man laughed as he ruffled Peters hair. The teen let out a yelp, causing Tony to laugh more. When he calms down, the older man wipes an imaginary tear from his eye.
"My little boy is growing up." Peter rolls his eyes again and pushes Tony's arm before putting the piece of paper in his pocket with a smile.

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A/N: I keep leaving you guys, in sorry. I hope you enjoyed and I'll see you, in the next chapter. BUH-BYE!!!
~Grace