Peter Parker and Y/N Y/L/N have been good friends for a year now. They are science partners, and Y/N ends up staying for the weekend with the Stark family. Y/N has been crushing on Peter basically since she met him, and Peter is discovering some New...
Peter hasn't even answered my text from yesterday. Does he want to break up? I can't think of anything that went wrong. We never got into a huge fight or anything. Maybe I was annoying? Maybe clingy? I probably came off as too clingy and now he's annoyed with me. Tears prick my eyes a little. We've been dating six and a half months. That's more than half a year. That's kind of a long time. I don't want to break up with him. I love him. Maybe I can fix things. I want to call him, but maybe giving him space is best. I'll leave him be for now I guess. But everytime I think about going to someone to vent about it, the person I want to talk to about it most is Peter. We always had long deep conversations about anything.
And he was always there for me. And yeah so he's a little weird, and shy, and dorky, and he's always jumping around or tripping over his words, but he's Peter. Peter Stark. The Peter Stark that I love very much. I hope he knows that. I hope he knows that I'm always here for him, and that he can tell me anything. And that no matter what happens, it's worth it to try and fix whatever is going on, just to be with him. He's worth the universe and more. I think about me and him for a little while. Then I decide that I'm going to call him. I need to fix this. Even if Peter's the one who's been avoiding me. Right before I go to call him, I hear a knock on my door. Which is weird, I'm not expecting anyone, nor are we supposed to have anyone stop by. I walk over to the door.
I look through the peephole. Peter is standing on the doorstep, looking as adorable as ever, with a bouquet of orange flowers. It takes everything in me not to fling the door open and hug him. Instead I wait. "Y/N I know you're there. And it's okay if you don't wanna talk to me. I understand completely, and I deserve it. I've been a terrible boyfriend and I," He sighs. "I'm so sorry. You do not deserve that and I'm not trying to avoid you. I've just been all over the place busy and then something came up with Avengers things, and I've just been jumping all over. I'm really sorry, and I love you. But I won't bother you. Maybe I'll see you later." He starts to turn away. I open the door. He freezes. I stare at him for a second.
Then I throw my arms around his neck and hug him tight. He hugs me back. "I missed you. And I mean actual you, the Peter who actually talks to me." I say light heartedly. He laughs and leans out of the hug to look me in the eyes. "I'm sorry." He whispers. "It's okay. And you know, I'm sorry too. I was being all clingy and-" He cuts me off with a kiss. I startle for a second, but then slowly melt into it. The kiss lasts for a while, then he pulls away. He starts pulling me down towards a black Audi, which he must have drove here. "What? Where are we going?" I ask. "You'll see." He says. We drive for a bit, then we stop in a parking lot. He then tells me I have to be blind folded. "Don't I have enough blind trust in my life?" I laugh. I hear him chuckle as he ties a little cloth over my eyes.
He then starts leading me. We walk for a while then stop. "Okay there's some stairs here. Sooo," He sweeps me up in his arms. I giggle in surprise. He then carries me up the stairs. We get to what I assume is the top of the stairs, and he sets me down. Then he leads me out a door. I feel cool night air hit me as we walk out. Then he stops. "Here we are." He says. He kisses my cheek, then takes the blind fold off. I open my eyes. We are on top of a building, and we have the most beautiful view of New York ever. "Peter! This is amazing!" I exclaim and run to the ledge to peer over the side of the building. There's an A on the side. "Of course you brought me to the top of Avengers Tower." I laugh. "That wasn't originally part of the plan, I just thought if that on impulse." He smiles. I look at the view for a bit and breath in the cool night air.
Then I look at Peter. We're leaning on the ledge really close to each other, so I'm close enough to peck his lips. "And to think I was mad at you yesterday when you didn't show up, only to find out that you were planning this." I laugh. "Well, actually, this was last minute. Harley and Morgan helped me work it out this morning. Yesterday was a wild day." He says. I wrap my arms around his neck. He kisses me again. Then I pull away and touch our foreheads together. "Not as wild as you I'm sure." I smirk. He smiles and shakes his head. We sit like that for a bit. It's nice. "Oh, I have a present for you." Peter says. "A present? You didn't have to do that." I laugh. He smiles and kisses me. "You deserve it." He says. He pulls a box out of his pocket.
"You're not proposing are you?" I laugh, only half joking. "No! God, no not yet. Lord knows I am not ready for that at sixteen." He laughs. I smile. "Close your eyes and hold out your hands." He says. I oblige and he sets the open box in my hand. I open my eyes and gasp. There's a beautiful golden heart necklace inside.
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"Oh my god Peter. It's so pretty." I pull it out of the box. He takes it out of my hand. "Here, I'll put it on." He says. I turn around and let him clip it. It hangs around my neck. "I love it." I say. He puts his arms around me in one of those "hugs from behind" things. He puts a kiss right on my neck. I laugh. Then turn my head to kiss his cheek. Then I spin around in his arms and snuggle into his chest. This is how it's supposed to be. He kisses the top of my head. "Now I hate to do this now, and it's gonna ruin the moment. But you have to know." He says. I look up at him. He frowns and touches his nose to mine. "Peter? What is it?" I ask. He sighs. "It's- it's about your dad." He says. "What about my dad?"
(Peter POV)
"What about my dad?" Y/N asks, her big, sparkly y/e/c eyes blinking up at me. Ugh I hate this. It's gonna break her heart. "The team, well, we found out that..." I trail off. "Peter, what is it?" She kisses my cheek softly. "Your dad, h-he's planning an attack on avengers tower. We found blueprints of his in an office. He's hired a guy to build custom explosives for him. He has a grudge against us I guess. And he's gonna try to blow up the tower." I say as gently as I can. She just stills. Then she drops her arms from around my neck, and leaves them at her sides. "W-what? What do you mean? My dads a bad guy or something now?" She asks. "Well, I mean, yeah." I say, flustered at what I should say. She scoffs. "Is this a joke? This is just a prank you and Harley tried to pull isn't it? It's not working." She says sternly.
"What? No-" "Are you just accusing my dad of this? This is my dad we're talking about Peter. My only family I have left on this earth. If I lose him I become an orphan. Do you understand that?" She starts to raise her voice. "Y/N I'm trying to keep you safe." I say quietly. She sighs. "Where's your proof?" She asks. I pull up a hologram on my StarkPhone of all the pictures I took of the hide out and the blue prints. "Oh my god." She says. I reach for her hand. She pulls away. "Who took those photos?" She asks. "U-Uhm. Spider-Man did." I stutter. She narrows her eyes. "H-he's been looking around and following this one other guy for the past two weeks. He was even gone for a long while yesterday morning." I try to explain.
"Hmm. Yesterday morning. Tell me Peter, where does Spider-Man actually live?" She asks. I start to get nervous. "Uh, uhm, he has his own quarters here at the tower." I lie. "So, he lives here. And you told me once that he was our age. Right?" She says. Oh nooooo nonono. "Well, I mean, I don't remember exactly."
