secret’s out – peter parker
warnings – mild language, like 3 curse words. my awful interpretation of american high school haha
pairing – peter parker x stark!fem!reader
word count – 3044 (yay finally they’ve been so short recently sorry!!)
Warmth.
The first thing you felt. The warmth from the sunlight beaming in through the window. The warmth of the blankets you were nestled under. The warmth from the body wrapped around yours.
Opening your eyes slowly, you could see the mess of hair on the pillow next to you. A faint smile crossed your lips as you rubbed your tired eyes and snuggled further into the body next to you, eliciting a sleepy moan. Peter’s arms tightened around you and you let out a breathy laugh.
“Peter,” your voice was raspy, sending your boyfriend crazy. “You’re gonna be late.”
“I don’t care,” his eyes remained closed, as if he was grasping on to his last few minutes of sleep. He pressed his face further into the pillow, breathing deeply.
“I’m gonna be late,” you leaned into him, taking in his scent. These were your favourite types of mornings, waking up beside him, enjoying each other’s presence.
Peter groaned, stretching his arms dramatically. You giggled, watching him as he almost fell out of the bed. He opened his eyes slowly and looked over you, taking in your semi-conscious appearance. He smiled down at you and leaned over to place a kiss on your cheek. You smiled back up at him, sitting up to face him.
“I’m going to shower,” he announced, standing drowsily and trying to even his balance. You watched him as he padded through your bedroom towards the bathroom, and sighed as he closed the door behind him. You heard the water turn on and stood slowly, moving towards your wardrobe. Rifling through your clothes, you eventually decided on a pair of leggings and an old t-shirt. Putting them on quickly, you sat back down on the bed and grabbed your phone from your bedside table. Clicking it on, the time appeared before you.
“Shit,” you stood and sprinted over to the bathroom door. “Peter! It’s 7:45, you might want to hurry up.”
A series of crashes were the only response, before Peter opened the door, dripping wet in only a towel. “Crap.”
You ran over to your drawers, grabbing some of Peter’s clothes that had been left there, tossing them towards him as he hurried to dry his hair. He threw them on instantly, droplets of water still dotted across his skin.
“I’ll grab something to eat on the way,” he rushed past you, grabbing his backpack and giving you a quick kiss. “I’ll see you after school!”
He opened the window and flung himself out of it. A breath caught in your throat, only releasing when you saw him swinging down the block. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh as you turned, then noticed his Midtown sweater lying on the floor. Walking over, you picked it up and considered it in your hands. On multiple occasions Peter had left it here and had returned throughout the day to pick it up, so this was pretty normal. Tying it around your waist you dismissed your thoughts and headed towards the lab.
Working with your father was an interesting experience. The time that wasn’t spent deciphering some complex equations was passed arguing and screaming due to your clashing personalities. Everyone said that you were too alike, “there’s too much Tony in you”, but you knew it was because you both wanted to do the right thing and your opinions conflicted on what the right thing was.
You threw open the door to the lab and found Bruce working at a large screen. He glanced up quickly, giving you a small smile before going back to his work. You had learnt over time that leaving Bruce to work whilst he was in the zone was the best way to go about any social interaction. You didn’t want to risk him losing his train of thought, as he was often assisting your father with something important. You continued through the lab until you found Tony sitting at a computer, coffee cup in hand.
“I didn’t think coffee was really your thing,” you joked, sitting in the chair next to him.
“Usually it’s not,” he turned to look at you, crossing his legs. “But I’ve been looking at this damn code for so long I think I’m actually going crazy.”
“Let me have a look,” you turned the screen to face you, flicking back up to the start. “What’s the issue?”
“It keeps giving me random numbers, can’t figure out why. Equations are all good, checked the values and everything with Bruce. I can’t get it,” he stood, stretching his legs and walking in small circles, a hologram appearing containing various bits of data.
“Oh,” you said, your eyebrows raised. “It’s here, you’re missing a bracket. Syntax error.”
The look Tony gave you could have moved planets, you had never seen someone look more shocked and simultaneously confused.
“What?” he sat down again, pulling the screen towards him. “Well then, I think it’s clear where you got your brains from.” He leaned back in the chair, taking a swig of coffee.
“Y’know, it’s pretty normal for stuff like that to slip by. It’s like 7 in every 10 times there’s an issue, it’s probably syntax,” you smiled, voicing your Stark sarcasm. Despite not inheriting many of Tony’s appearances, you definitely had the same sense of humour. Running the program, you saw the data appear on the hologram and Tony’s eyes lit up like christmas lights.
“What’s next?” you smiled, feeling proud of yourself.
“Bruce is working on a prototype of an anti-gravity device, but we need some stuff picking up. Could you run out for us?” he looked across at the grimace on your face, then added to his point. “You can get food.”
“Sold, to the man with the glowing chest,” you stood up, exaggerating your point at your father. He tossed you a credit card and you shoved it in your pocket. “What do you need?”
“I’ll get FRIDAY to send it to you, it’s just some simple materials. Shouldn’t be too hard to find. Take Happy with you, he seems to be getting comfortable downstairs,” Tony glanced across at you, a smile on his face. “Thank you for this.”
You sent a smile to your father, then turned towards the elevator.
“FRIDAY? Bottom floor, please,” you spoke, easing at the familiar voice in response.
“Of course Miss, I’ll send the list from Mr Stark and Dr Banner to your cell phone.”
“Thanks.”
Upon reaching the bottom floor, you saw Happy outside the front door waiting. You strolled over and pushed open the large, glass door. “Good morning Happy!”
“I see someone was here this morning,” Happy looked up from his phone, giving you one of his signature looks.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about-”
“The longer this goes on, the more trouble it’s going to be when the boss finds out.”
“I know, Happy. I get it, I’ll sort it,” you opened the car door and jumped in, Happy doing the same in the driver’s seat. “Downtown is probably our best bet, and I’ve heard there’s a really good churro place.”
“Peter,” Ned called down the hallway as Peter sped towards him. “Dude, you’re late for Chem and Mr Cobwell is in a bad mood.”
“Shit,” Peter muttered, pulling his backpack further up his back. “What do I do?”
“I got you bro, I told him you were at the nurse.”
“Ned, I owe you. Big time,” Peter finally allowed himself to breathe, leaning over to place his hands on his knees. “What’s next period?”
“Gym,” Ned replied. “I heard they’re gonna put one of those Captain America videos on again.”
“Gym, okay. Wait-”
“Peter, just come sleep,” you spoke softly, reaching your arms out from underneath the blankets. “It’s nice and cozy.”
“But what if your dad comes in?”
“FRIDAY,” you looked towards the ceiling. “Tell me if dad comes anywhere near the hallway, please. Wake me up if I’m asleep?”
“Of course, Miss.”
“Thank you!” you turned back towards Peter. “I’m starting to think you just wanted an excuse.”
“Of course not,” Peter smiled down at you, leaning across to take your hand in his. “Just let me take these off.”
He leaned back to unbutton his jeans and remove them quickly, before taking off his sweater, throwing it across the room.
“Shit, I left it at (Y/N)’s,” Peter spoke to himself, louder than he had realised.
“(Y/N)? Like (Y/N) Stark?” Ned’s voice rose alongside his enthusiasm
“Shhhh!” Peter pulled his friend into a hallway. “Okay, yes, (Y/N) Stark. But you can’t tell anyone. I mean anyone. Not even MJ.”
“Oh, okay,” Ned nodded, confident in his ability to keep a secret whilst Peter felt the exact opposite.
“I think I have a spare shirt in my locker,” Peter trailed off, stepping towards the row of lockers in the corridor.
Driving towards Brooklyn was a calming experience. You sat with your legs up on the dashboard, the window slightly open so that your hair blew out of your face. Your phone was tucked into your pocket and you had received the list of materials.
“Where can we get anti-static acrylic?” you looked across at Happy, who was fully focused on the road ahead. If it had been anyone else he would have made them sit in the back, but you had known Happy since you were a kid. He was like an uncle to you, most of the team were family at this point.
“There’s a store in Brooklyn, they stock all kinds of obscure materials. We’ll head there,” he replied without looking at you and you turned to watch outside your window.
As the car pulled up in front of the store, you grabbed a worn-down cap and a pair of sunglasses from the glovebox. You glanced towards Happy, noticing how his phone was instantly in his hand, before opening the door and hurrying into the building. Recently the press had been more interested in you, wanting to ask you about your father and his new apprentice, Spiderman. You had known Peter’s alter ego since the beginning, but it had taken you by surprise when the first paparazzi had asked you about him. You had stumbled over your words, which was strange because you had inherited your father’s cool when talking to strangers. It was safest to try and avoid the paps, for fear of spilling something about Peter or your relationship. That would be difficult to explain to your father.
The store was cold, sending a shiver down your spine as you stepped in. You glanced around before deciding to speak to an employee. Removing your sunglasses, you headed towards a young woman wearing a store shirt.
“Hi, I was wondering if you could help me find some materials?” you asked politely, smiling softly.
“Sure- Oh my god, you’re (Y/N) Stark,” the employee looked at you with wide eyes. You cursed internally, maintaining the smile on your face.
“Uh, yeah,” you chuckled.
“Of course I can help, what are you looking for?” you could hear the nervous waver in her voice.
“Some anti-static acrylic and polarizing film, if you have some?” you continued your confident act despite the defeat that lingered behind your eyes. You knew exactly how this was going to end.
“Let me go have a look in the back, I’ll only be a few minutes,” the girl rushed off, stumbling over her own feet.
You wandered the store when you shivered again. You ran your hands across your arms before remembering the sweater tied around your waist. Untying it, you pulled it on over your t-shirt. Your arms were immediately grateful, the goosebumps that had covered your skin fading away. You had been browsing for a few minutes when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.
Paps outside, must have found out we’re here – Happy
Opening Twitter on your phone you instantly saw your name trending, the account at the top belonging to the store employee.
“Hi, sorry to keep you waiting,” a familiar voice returned. You looked up to see the employee. “I’ve got your acrylic and film.”
She held out a bag to you and you glanced in to check the contents.
“Thanks,” you smiled, still trying to hide your annoyance. She followed you across to the tills where you pressed your father’s credit card to the card machine before leaving quickly.
The second you stepped outside, your sight was invaded with flashing lights and your ears bombarded with shouts. You swiftly put your sunglasses on and made a bee-line for the car.
“How’s Tony?”
“Have you spoken to Spiderman?”
“Where did you get your sweater?”
Crap.
“Did you see the new pictures of Stark’s kid? She’s wearing our sweater!” Peter overheard a group of girls talking as he headed towards the gymnasium. He immediately pulled out his phone, heading to social media and seeing the pictures of you flash onto his screen.
“Is that your sweater?” Ned peered over his shoulder before Peter brushed him away.
“Who else’s could it be?” Peter racked his brain for an excuse to use in gym class.
As the two boys entered the changing room the subject of conversation continued from one social group to another.
“Yeah, she’s wearing a Midtown sweater.”
“Where did she get it?”
“I don’t know, but she’s fit.”
Peter’s blood boiled at the way the boys spoke about you, he wanted nothing more than to stick them against the wall.
“Yo, what are you looking at Parker?” one of the jocks was staring Peter down, who hadn’t realised he had been staring in the first place.
“I- uh- nothing,” Peter backed away, towards where Ned had began to change. He reached into his locker, pulling out a pair of yellow shorts and a white shirt. “All I got. Shit.”
“Dude, it’ll be fine. Coach’ll mention it like once, then you’re fine,” Ned spoke, pulling on his sweater.
Peter and Ned entered the gym with their classmates, Peter sticking out like a sore thumb.
“Parker,” Coach Wilson yelled. “Get over here. Where’s your kit?”
“Sorry Sir, it’s in- in the laundry,” Peter stuttered, looking up at his coach.
“Woah, coincidence. You have that Stark internship, right? Did you lend your sweater to (Y/N) Stark?” Flash yelled out from the bleachers, high-fiving his friends.
“I mean, I’ve never-”
“It’s funny that you have that internship, but you’ve never met Stark or his daughter? Come on,” Flash taunted, pride painted across his face.
“I, uh-”
“He’s met her!” Ned yelled out, standing from his seat on the bleachers. Turning on his heels, Peter’s face flushed red as he glared at his friend.
“I’m not supposed to talk about it,” he spoke sternly. If looks could kill, Ned would be flat on the ground.
“Well then,” Flash spun around, ever the entertainer. “Why not just ask her for your sweater back?”
“I can’t- it’s not. It’s not mine.”
The room went silent as Peter’s phone began to ring from his pocket. Lifting it to his ear slowly and giving a quick glance to Coach Wilson, he pressed the answer button.
“Hello?”
“Hey, it’s (Y/N),” Peter flinched at the name, fully aware everyone else in the gym could hear as it bounced from wall to wall. “I was out and I had your sweater and the press got pictures and now they’ve all blown up online. I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean for any of this-”
The panic in your voice was clear, which worried Peter. He had seen you this way only a few times before, he was much more used to the confident, upbeat (Y/N).
“Hey, don’t worry about it. I think they’ve kind of figured it out already,” he turned away from the bleachers, exiting the gym and lowering his voice.
“Are you in class? Sorry, I should have texted.”
“No, it’s fine. Wait, what about your dad?”
Peter heard you curse under your breath.
“I’m gonna go talk to him. God I hope he hasn’t seen the pictures yet.”
“Hasn’t he seen you with it before?”
“Not the logo. I need to go, I need to hurry. I’ll let you know if it’s safe to come by after school.”
“Okay, I love you.”
“I love you too,” despite everything going on, Peter could hear you smile through the phone.
Re-entering the gym, all eyes were on Peter.
“So, Parker. How does one get a Stark internship?”
You rushed towards the lab, carrier bag in hand. Throwing open the door you placed the bag on a desk next to Bruce and continued through to where you had left your father this morning. He was sat in an almost identical position, staring at the computer screen in front of him. Walking over slowly, you could see the pictures of you on the screen.
“Hey,” you spoke quietly, your hands shaking slightly with anxiety.
“So, I’m assuming it’s Peter’s sweater? Is this just all blown out of proportion?” he looked up at you, radiating a sense of understanding.
“I mean, it’s his. He left it here. This morning,” your eyes darted to the ground, your brain running wild with possible reactions. Most of them bad.
“How long has this been happening?” your father seemed calm, which unsettled you. You had expected him to be annoyed, angry even.
“A few months, pretty much since he came here the first time,” you rubbed your hands together, doing anything to avoid Tony’s gaze.
“Damn,” he leaned back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head. “And I didn’t notice the whole time? I must be getting old.”
“You’re not mad?” you looked up, your eyebrows furrowing together.
“You know what I was like before you came along, right?” he glanced across at you. You shook your head in response, you didn’t speak much of his life before you.
“Well, I was much worse than you kiddo,” he laughed to himself. “Does he make you happy?”
“Yes,” you exhaled, letting out a breathy laugh.
“Then I’m happy,” Tony stood and walked across to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and smiled down at you. “Now, did you get our stuff?”
a/n – I really hope you liked it! I had a lot of fun writing this one, it ended up quite dialogue heavy but I think it’s okay!! sending love ❤
I AM ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE WITH YPUR FIC WHERE THE READER GETS KIDNAPPED IT WAS SO SO GOOD PHENOMANAL I LOVE IT I wanted to request a Peter x stark! reader where the reader is seen leaving Midtown or has on like a Midtown sweater or something and the kids at midtown are like “whaaaaat?!?!?” and Peter accidently reveals his relationship with her to the school or something Hope that’s not too much thanks love❤❤
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