Plastic Toy Spider - Peter Parker

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**A/N: IMAGINE IN THIS ONE YOU'RE PETER'S AGE, IN THE REST YOU'RE AN ADULT BUT FOR THIS ONE YOU'RE A BIT YOUNGER SO THERE'S NOT ANY INAPPROPRIATE STUFF GOING ON.**

**Word Count: 711 words**

...A toy spider. 

''Oh thank God'' you mutter to yourself.

''What's that, Y/N?'' Tony asks. ''Thanking God now, are we. I thought you were an atheist?''

You give him a glare.

''How can she be an atheist if there's a literal God on our team in front of us?'' Natasha asks with a hint of sarcasm.

Thor shakes his head a bit, pulling a confused face. ''I simply must not exist'' He says, laughing with Natasha.

''Strange.'' You say turning away towards the cupboard.

The truth is you didn't really want to stay in a cupboard with an adult, given as the Avengers talked to you as if you were their child. Maybe you may or may not be also happy you chose Peter because of a tiny... minuscule crush you have on him- nothing major..

''That's you, Kid.'' Tony says to Peter as he pats him on the back and winks at him. ''Good luck.''

You put the small spider toy in your pocket as you walk into the cupboard with Peter who is acting awkward as usual. 

''Don't do anything I wouldn't do in there you two. Seriously.'' Tony says, pointing at a security camera. The door closes, leaving you in darkness.

''You okay, Parker?'' You ask, after a few seconds of standing there in silence. He's standing in front of you, so close you can hear and feel him breathing. ''..Peter?'' You hear him take a big sigh.

''Not really, I am stuck in here with my best friend who happens to be the most beautiful girl I know and makes me have butterflies whenever I'm with her-'' He awkwardly blurts out.

What? Really? 

''Are you saying.. that you like me?'' You ask him, who has now realised what he just said and has gone quiet. Typical, awkward Peter.

''Yeah I guess so..''  He barely whispers.

You couldn't believe it. He likes you too, the feelings you have had for him since the moment you met him almost were mutual. This could go somewhere!

''Can I do something?'' You ask Peter, who replies with a simple yes. 

You take a step forward so you're really close to him, and give him a small, short but soft kiss. It feels so good, you've been waiting for this for god knows how long.

You laugh, but it is cut short when Peter grabs your waist and fires a web at the security camera to make sure no one is watching. He gives you a longer, more passionate kiss. You jump and wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He holds you from your behind and kisses you for ages.

You jump down, just in time before a knock on the door as it slowly opens to reveal Bruce standing there.

''Tony walked out of the room to try and fix the camera, did you break it?'' Bruce asks.

''No, he just webbed it..'' You say, earning a dig in the side and a ''hey!'' from Peter for ratting him out.

You go sit down on the sofa next to Peter, and there's an awkward silence. A few minutes pass, and Tony storms into the room.

''Did you sling webbing at my camera so you could make out with my daughter?'' Tony asks Peter, a bit angrily.

''Actually, I was the one who made a move on Peter, Dad.'' You say, not wanting Peter to get into trouble. 

''Oh..'' Tony says. ''Are you two a thing now?'' He says slowly, pointing at you and Peter, who has now taken your hand.

''If she wants to be..?'' Peter replies, looking at you for an answer.

''Yes.'' You say, smiling as Peter kisses your hand. ''On one condition.''

Peter looks at you confused.

''You take me swinging around New York with you one day. It seems fun.''

At this request, Tony perks up and says ''No, not happening, I do not want a dead daughter.''

''Jeez, I was joking Dad.'' You say whilst laughing.

The game continues as conversation does, and Peter whispers in your ear:

''I'll take you swinging tomorrow after school, and then we can have dinner?'' He asks.

You look up at him, smile and nod. What a day it was going to be.


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