Spideypool/Superfamily Oneshots

Intern.

Summary: Peter Parker is an intern at Beck Corporations and things get interesting.

Ships: Spiderman x Mysterio

{Soft, Hard}

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"Ah shit I'm gonna be late." Peter said as he rushed down the street, it was his first day at Beck Corporations and he was already going to be late.

He ran through the double glass doors, relieved when he noticed that he barely made it.

He sighed and walked into the break room they had, he just needed a quick coffee to be able to do anything at all today.

He looked down, huffing for breath as the coffee cup filled up.

He turned without looking, accidentally bumping into someone. Coffee spilling everywhere.

When he looked up all he wanted to do was look back down.

Right in front of him was Quentin Beck.

He had spilled coffee on the CEO.

"This is new." Quentin said

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry!" Peter said, grabbing a bunch of napkins and attempting to wipe the coffee off, only smearing it further.

"Relax. It's okay." Quentin said calmly to the panicking male in front of him "It's not like you stabbed me."

"I-I know. I'm just so sorry. It's my first day and I didn't think I'd bump into the CEO like this." Peter reasoned

"So you've heard of me?" Quentin said

"Of course! Who hasn't?" Peter said

"Just making sure. I would want a cute face like yours to remember me." Quentin said

Peter's face immediately flushed red.

"U-Uh excuse me?" Peter said

"I said your cute. There's a little coffee on you too. Come with me." Quentin said, leaving no room for Peter to refuse as he already turned around and started walking

Peter didn't even have time to comprehend what Quentin said before guards were pushing him to what seemed to be his office.

The office was spacious, it had fine wood all around, a large couch and TV with beautiful carpet under it, a desk that was three times a normal desk, and windows that had an amazing view of the city.

Peter stared in awe before snapping out of it when he realized Quentin was standing in front of him, holding a shirt.

Peter looked behind him and realized no guards were in here, Quentin must've ushered them away.

"Here. This is the only thing that might fit you. It shrank in the wash when my past intern messed it up." Quentin laughed and held out the shirt

Peter was about to grab the shirt when Quentin held it back.

"I'm thinking you should give something in return. I don't just give out designer shirts like this. Since you're cute, I'll let you off the hook with a kiss on the cheek." Quentin said

Peter felt the heat pool right back into his cheeks.

Quentin stood there, waiting patiently.

Peter just looked at him, thinking he would say it was a joke or something.

But he didn't, he just stood there, waiting.

Peter took a deep breath and quickly tiptoed up, kissing Quentin briefly on the cheek.