Peter rummaged around his backpack, pulling out crumpled notes and empty pens, scattering it all over Mr. Stark’s lab counter. He sighs when he sees the mess he made. He should really clean his backpack. Deciding that he would clean up later, Peter scanned the tables and chairs in the lab for the fifth time.
He huffs, pouting a little, although he will never admit that. His phone is nowhere to be found. Maybe he left it in his locker? No, he could’ve sworn he used his phone in the lab not too long ago.
Jumping off his perch, he crouched on the floor to look under the tables, only to bump his head on the chair when he got up.
A yelp escaped his throat and he brought up a hand to rub the sore spot on his forehead.
“Are you okay, Peter?” FRIDAY chimed, amusement lacing her voice.
“Yeah, yeah I-I’m ok.” Peter said, trying to ignore the fact that he’s blushing because an A.I. saw his clumsiness.
“May I ask what you’re searching for, Peter?”
“O-oh! I’m looking for my phone.”
Of course. How could he not think of asking FRIDAY. At times like this, he wonders if he really is a genius like what others say he is.
“I’ve located it on the kitchen counter.”
Peter’s eyes lit up as he remembered scrolling on his phone while munching on the sandwhiches Pepper fixed for him.
“Thanks FRIDAY!”
Shuffling into the kitchen, Peter’s eyes landed on Mr. Stark, who’s sipping his coffee while his fingers tap rhytmically on his tablet, and beside his tablet, is Peter’s phone.
“Hey Mr. Stark,” Peter greeted as he made a grab for his phone.
“Who’s the girl your phone?”
Peter, who had turned to go back to fixing his webshooters, froze.
He slowly turned around, and Tony had to hold his breath to hold in his laugh at the sight of Peter’s deer in headlights look.
“W-what?”
Tony watched as the boy practically squirmed.
“You know, the girl on your lockscreen.”
“I…I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Peter stuttered, his face burning as he looked everywhere but at Tony.
Tony smirked. It’s cute how terrible the kid is at lying. How the world haven’t known of his alter ego is seriously lost on him.
“You can’t lie to me, Pete.” Tony said, giving him a pointed look making Peter sigh in defeat.
“She’s just a friend, Mr. Stark.”
“A friend who you put as your lockscreen and turned red as a lobster when I asked about her. Yeah yeah sure, just a friend.”
***
“Hey, Happy!” Peter greeted as he got in the car, excited for another day with Mr. Stark.
Happy cleared his throat, and Peter looked up and gasped when he noticed Tony sitting shotgun.
“Mr. Stark! What are you doing here?” Peter asked, leaning to the front while bouncing in his seat like an over-excited puppy. “And why aren’t we moving? Are we going to a missi-
“The girl in the blue sweater! Can you come over here for a second?” Tony yelled out the window, making you swivel around and pointing to yourself to confim. “Yes, you.”
Peter spluttered, his eyes widen comically when he realized it’s you. “Mr. Stark! What are you doing?! Please, please don’t!”
He stared in horror as you made your way to the car. “Mr. Stark if she finds out about my crush, she’ll never talk to me again!” Peter whisper-shouted in Tony’s ear.
Tony ignored him, smirking a little at the fact that Peter finally admitted his crush. “You’re Peter’s friend right?” Tony asked you through the window.
“Um yeah,” You answered, then gave a small wave and smile when you caught Peter’s eye.
Tony chuckled under his breath when he caught sight of Peter in the rearview mirror returning your wave with a pink tint on his cheeks.
“Hop in, we’re going to grab some food.”
***
“Y/N, you should call your parents. Tell them I’ll drop you off on the way to the tower,” Tony suggested as he ate the last bite of his steak.
“Oh! Almost forgot about that,” You exclaimed and started digging through your backpack. “Crap. I think I left my phone in the car.”
Peter eyed Tony suspiciously. He had a feeling that Tony has something up his sleeve from the moment he invited you to come along. And oh, is he unfortunately right.
“You can borrow Peter’s phone. I’m sure he won’t mind, right Peter?” Tony urged, looking at Peter with a mischevious glint in his eyes.
He’s gonna kill Tony for this.
“W-what? Uh… um I the uh battery is-“
“Here you go.” Tony pulled Peter’s phone from his pocket and offered it to you. Tony glanced at Peter who’s mouth is hung open, and for a second got worried that his eyes might fall out by how huge it is.
“I need to go to the restroom,” Tony announce and slid out his chair. He could practically feel Peter’s murderous gaze burning through the back of his head as he went.
Peter waited with bated breath as you turned on his phone. He feels like he’s going to faint when your eyes widen and flicked up to meet his.
“Peter.”
You looked back at his phone, to stare at his lockscreen. You remember that day. It was when you went to a carnival with him, Ned, and Michelle. What you didn’t remember or even notice is Peter taking pictures. Although you have to admit, the photo is gorgeous. You look so happy, holding a hideous teddy bear that Peter had won for you. Maybe Peter should do photography.
“I am soo sorry. I know it’s creepy. I just- I really like you. And you look so pretty in that picture. Oh god I’m making this worse am I?” Peter rambled, his eyes wild and looking everwhere but at you.
“Hey, hey Peter.” You snapped your fingers in front of him. When he can finally make eye contact again, you smiled shyly. “I like you too.”
“Y-you do?” Peter asked, his voice breathless and his face still crimson.
“Yes, Peter.” You chuckled u Peter let out a happy squeak in response, which prompted his blush to spread to the tip of his ears. “C’mere.”
Peter got up and slid into the seat next to you shyly. You open the camera on his phone and flipped the camera for a selfie.
“Let’s take a selfie for your new lockscreen.”
Peter’s eyes flew open when he feels your lips on his cheek and a second later, a snap of the camera was heard.
“Perfect.”
***
With a bowl of popcorn in hand, Tony sat next to Peter on the sofa, then proceeded to snuggle into the pillows and blanket, getting comfy for their movie night.
“What do you wanna watch, Pete?” Tony asked as he clicked on Netflix with his remote. Peter stayed silent.
“Kid?”
Tony turned his head to check on Peter, only to shut up immediately. The kid is looking at something on his phone while grinning like an idiot. And is that a blush he sees?
Craning his neck, Tony discreetly peeked at Peter’s phone. When he finally got a glimpse, his lips stretched into a huge grin.
He’s a matchmaking genius and Peter’s new lockscreen is the proof.
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