Miss Stark [Peter Parker x OC] ✔️

Miss Jumpy

"Yesterday at around three-thirty pm, Spider-Man was seen swinging around the city like usual, however this time he had a winged figure following him. They didn't seem hostile since they even waved to our photographers." The TV flashes one of the photos from yesterday. Along with the caption "New protector or New pretender?"
I can't help but be a little upset.

"From the build, it seems to be a young female. We hope that they come forward to release a statement of their intentions." The program continues in the background as I go to search for more info. It seems like only one news channel has said anything but there are dozens of videos on YouTube speculating about me.

Many are calling me the Nightingale. They all have extremely neutral opinions, which is good for now. Hopefully, I can do something impressive enough to boost their opinions on me. I stop that and go to my Twitter. There are more messages from those girls. This time it's not so harmless. They have a picture of me walking to school.

"This isn't good." I debate calling Dad, but then he'd probably just move me upstate. Grabbing my phone, I hover over Peter's name. My hands are shaking like crazy. Then a thud comes from my living room. My heart drops, carefully I go to investigate. I grab my watch and set it to my gun. I turn the corner and point it straight at the intruder. It goes off but they dodge it.

"Morgan! What the hell!" He turns on the light and I see it's just Pete. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I'm so glad I missed you."

"You told me to come at three. Why are you all jumpy?"
I deactivate my watch and fall to the ground. He runs over to me. "Hey! What's going on? Did something happen?"

"I'm just a bit shaken up. Those girls sent me a photo of myself." I show him the pictures on my phone.
"Have you told Mr. Stark?" I shake my head and Peter pulls me up and drags me to the couch.
"Why not?"
"Because he'll just send me away.
"We have to do something."
"I know, I know. Let me take care of it, please. They could have just saw me once. That doesn't automatically mean stalking right?" Peter is crouched in front of me while I sit on the sofa. I set my head down on his shoulder. He rubs my back.

"Okay, but if it gets any worse. You tell me and your dad. Got it?" I nod my head. We stay for a minute, but both of us are in uncomfortable positions. So we move and he turns on the TV. I look at it, but I'm not paying much attention. I need a game plan for if and when the situation escalates.

"So, how was your day?" Peter questions without looking over. "Besides the stalker scare, I'm fine. A little worried about everyone's opinions on Nightingale."
"Is that what they're calling you? Are you going to recolor the suit?"
"Probably. I'm glad it sounds cool. Thank god it's not angel based." He chuckles and I feel all my anxiety temporary melt away.

The day continues, we watch movies and talk. When diner comes around Peter makes spaghetti. It's hard to mess up spaghetti, but even so, Peter somehow makes it taste much better. (A/N I have a headcanon that Peter's hidden talent is cooking.)

Now we're sitting on my bed doing homework. I can't help but stare at him though. He notices and stops what he's doing. "Do I have sauce on my face?"
"No."
"Then why are you staring?"
"I'm just happy you exist."
The statement catches us both off guard.
"I'm glad you exist too." I smile at him and his eyes go wide.

"This is probably horrible timing."
"What are you talking abo- hmph."
Peter pulls me from my spot and closer to him. Then he quickly but firmly presses his lips to mine. You heard it all before. The kiss was sweet, sultry, everything I could have imagined. Well, no. Actually, it was quite awkward we tried to find the right angle but end up failing. Nevertheless, it was still heart-pounding. We pull away after only a few seconds.

"You were worried about timing?" He chuckles rubs the back of his neck. "Uh, yeah. I wanted to wait until the right moment. That went out the window though when I saw you smile like that."
"Like what?" I question.
"You just seemed truly happy. It wasn't forced at all."
"I guess you bring out the best in me." I shift to sit on my knees. I gently grab his face and lean over so that he has to look up to me for a change. I gently grab his face. "I think you're confused. It's you that brings the best out of me."
"Stop trying to one-up my cheesiness!"
"I'm not, I was just correcting you." He holds onto my wrists, secretly telling me not to move. Not that I planned on it.

Then, it seems like the perfect timing. We both catch on and inch closer. We're both on the same page, and Dad isn't here to barge in. The second kiss was perfect. As perfect as you could get for two inexperienced children. Which was perfect enough for me.

I almost completely forget about my earlier dilemma.

A/N: First kiss! Whoop whoop! This is actually the first time I've ever got to written two characters this far into a relationship. I've got 20+ story starts but I never finish them. Especially now that I'm focused on this. Thanks for the name, Nightingale! I think I can fit it into the story perfectly! I would tag you but I have no clue how 😥. Also thanks for all the comments from everyone. Obviously, I read them all even if I don't respond to them. Too bad there isn't a like button.