Random Imagines

Peter Parker//Elevator

"Can I get a dozen donuts please." I smiled at the cashier. He was kind of cute.

"Yes ma'am. Will that be all for you?"

I gave him the flirty eyes. "How about your number." I winked.

He smiled at me. "A dozen donuts for the pretty young lady." He spoke to his coworker.

I paid for my donuts and he wrote his number on the receipt, which I put in my pocket.

"I will text you later." I smiled and went to Stark Tower, where I work.

"Y/n, good morning." Lucas, one of the guards greeted me.

"Good morning Lucas. Donut?" I offered.

"No thank you. I'm trying to watch my figure." He joked.

"Come on. We all know one donut won't get rid of that 6 pack." I smiled, set the box down next to him and the other guards, and went into the elevator. At the last minute, a boy stepped in.

"Peter Parker, What are you doing here?" I seethed.

"Y/n? I have an internship here. What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I work here. I didn't think your internship was real." I crossed my arms.

"It is. Mr Stark is an amazing man."

I rolled my eyes. "Let me guess. Iron man has always been your favorite hero."

"Yeah. He's inspired  me to-" he cut himself off. "Be an engineer." He finished.

The elevator came to a screeching halt abruptly. I pushed a couple buttons, but nothing. I grunted one frustration.

"You have got to be kidding me!" I yelled.

I sat in the corner and Called 911. Peter just kept glancing at me and then looking away.

"They'll be here in an hour." I sighed.

"Oh, I have a meeting with Mr. Stark. He's gonna be so upset."

"I think you'll be fine, Parker."

It got silent for a while, until my phone died.

"Why did you get the guards breakfast today?"

"What?"

"Usually you just get a coffee but today you got them donuts."

"Are you stalking me?"

"No! I'm just observant."

I sighed. "Because they are all hardworking, and they risk their lives to protect everyone else's."

"I always thought you were selfish. I'm sorry." He looked away from me.

"I am selfish. I'm the only one who has my back and it will always be like that, it always has."

"What happened to your parents?"

"That's not your business."

"Sorry." 

How long have we even been in here? Is help even on its way?

"I have cards in my backpack, wanna play something?"

As much as I hate Peter, I love cards.

"Sure. You deal."

We played poker and I surprisingly didn't hate it. He was a good opponent, yet that's all we've ever been. Rivals. 

It has definitely been at least two hours now. Where the hell are they?

"Help me try to pry the door open." He suggested.