Petey Boy! | Peter Parker x Reader [stark's daughter]

i forgot a title. ha. awkward. [27]

ok we're ready to rumble ig.

3rd person--

the teens sleep soundly on air mattresses, oblivious to what is happening across town. an empty and abandoned warehouse has just finished being 'remodeled'. the walls are thick with security plates. Multiple large glass cases, big enough for people, are lined up in the middle of the room. the few dim led lights barely manage to illuminate the large echoing space. its 4:30 in the morning and its finishing it final test run before the main event.

and that's just the upper floor, the basement is darker and more confusing. every hallways twists and turns and spilts to dead ends. only the person who designed this maze knew the way through it. and in the center, in a high security command center deck out with controls and security cameras, a lone, dark figure sits hunched over a chair staring into on of the screens, watching the test run as it reaches its end. the only defining feature of this figure is its twisted and um proportionate smile that glowed in the darkness of the small room.

a few hours later/y/n's pov--

"I can't believe tomorrow's the last day I'm staying here... then its back to big lonely apartments and eating ice cream by myself while rewatching shows on Netflix for the 20th time..." I say, partly to my self as I attempt to 'make the bed' but the bed is 2 air mattresses with star wars sheets that shrunk in the wash.

"I know.. it's sad for me too. May's not coming back until next Monday.. does she really expect me to wake myself up in time for school for a whole week? she must be crazy.." Peter says from in the bathroom. the shower is on but it is unclear wether or not he's in the shower himself.

"aww boo hoo you have to wake up yourself for a week- wait only 5 days.. unless you have early plans on the weekends. anyways, I wake my self up everyday, you can manage for 5 days. and if you can't then ill wake up extra early and come wake you up myself." I stand up and dust my self off. im proud, I finally managed to squeeze the mattress into the tiny sheets.

"aww please do. I dont know if ill be able to wake up with out you" I hear Peter, but he sounds closer so I turn around and he walks through the door to his bedroom. "I left the shower running for you, towels are in the cabinet. it took me a second to realize that he was just wearing a towel. i feel my face heat up before I squeeze past him to leave his room and go to the bathroom

"heh heh thanks." I respond before opening the door to the bathroom. The mirror in the bathroom is completely fogged upend every attempt I make to try to wipe it off just makes things worse. it seems like his bathroom doesn't have a fan or a vent.. how did he not suffocate in here. its so steamy that the walls are soaked and are dripping with water. I use a rag to wipe down the walls and I leave the door a jar to let the steam out while I shower. it doesnt help much but I can't image how Peter keeps the door shut and doesnt feel like he's about to pass out.

Peters pov--

"heh heh thanks" y/n says as she walks into the bathroom. it now occurs to me that I was just in a towel.. I guess I'm getting too comfortable around y/n. and.. was she blushing..? just thinking that makes me blush. I pull on a casual t-shirt and some sweatpants and drape the towel over my shoulders as I make my way to the living room.

on the way I notice that y/n left the door a jar and with out a second thought I peek it, I didn't see anything. I continue back to the living room and plop myself down on the couch.

SHIT. did I really just peek in on yn! oh god. I m such a perv.. ahh. should apologize? I feel awful but to apologize then I have to admit to peeking and I don't want y/n to think Im a creep. well I guess now I am a creep. oh god... so should I lie?? well I feel bad.. lets just.. pretended It uh.. never happened...