Summary: Sometimes you wonder how you were lucky enough to end up with such a wonderful boyfriend as Peter. Most of the time, however, you’re too in love to question it
Warnings: Extreme cuteness, also the reader makes some sex jokes because apparently this version of the reader is actually me
A/N: I don’t own Peter Parker or anything else from the Marvel universe!
Peter couldn’t hold back the affectionate smile that tugged at his lips as you collapsed dramatically on his bed. Your parents and Aunt May had decided you could stay with your boyfriend, Peter, for the week while your parents were away on business, and you were pretty certain it was going to be the best week of your life.
“You comfortable there?” he teased, dropping your bag by the headboard end before sitting on the edge of his bed. You grinned, wrapping your arms around his waist and snuggling into his stomach.
“I am now.”
He chuckled, running his fingers through your hair gently. You closed your eyes involuntarily as his fingertips massaged your scalp, making you yawn loudly.
“You’re so cute when you’re sleepy,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss your temple lightly. You smiled slightly, not opening your eyes.
“I’m not sleepy, you’re just a ridiculously comfy pillow.”
Peter opened his mouth to reply, but May stuck her head around the door before he could say anything. A soft smile appeared on her lips at the sight of the two of you cuddling.
“I’m heading out, kids,” she told you both. “I’ll be back kinda late, so you two better be asleep before me. No funny business, either!” she laughed, coming over to kiss yours and Peter’s foreheads before retreating through the apartment until the pair of you heard the door locking behind her.
You grinned as Peter’s cheeks reddened at her comment, and reached up to pinch his cheek playfully.
“Is this the part where we strip down to our socks and do everything she told us not to?” you joked, wiggling your eyebrows and winking suggestively. Peter’s cheeks turned dramatically redder, and he rolled his eyes at your comment.
“You’re ridiculous, (Nickname).”
“True, but you love me, I know you do,” you grinned, sitting up and giving him the puppy dog eyes. He shook his head with a smile, leaning in and kissing you gently.
“Damn right.”
“I’m just saying, I could totally beat Captain America in a fight!” you argued, kicking your feet up into Peter’s lap as you lay with your head on the armrest of the tiny blue sofa in the living room. Your boyfriend chuckled in disbelief.
“(Y/N) he’s built like a freaking god, he’d destroy you.”
“One, Steve Rogers can destroy me any day he likes-,” you started with a smirk, causing Peter to burst out laughing and throw a cushion at you, “-and two, he’s also, like, a hundred years old. I could fight a pensioner!”
“Sure you could,” he told you with a nod, fixing a mock-serious expression on his face and tickling your feet. You giggled and sat up so you could cuddle into his side. A tiny smile appeared on his face as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and leaned his cheek on top of your head.
“You’re really cute,” you mumbled, reaching for his free hand and playing with his thin fingers absentmindedly. He felt his cheeks turning pink at your words, and he nuzzled his nose into your hair to hide his bashfulness.
“You’re cuter,” he told you, kissing your forehead and letting his lips linger over the skin there. You snuggled closer to him, burying your face in the soft fabric of his shirt and taking a deep breath in.
“We’re the cutest, to be honest,” you replied, linking your fingers with his. The simple action made his heart speed up in his chest, and he was surprised you couldn’t hear its beat.
“I adore you.”
“Love you too, nerd.”
A few hours later saw Peter lying, half-asleep, with his head resting over your collarbone, his arms around your waist as you ran your fingers gently through his messy hair. Your legs and his were tangled together, the only light in the living room the bluish glow coming from the TV, which was playing an old movie that you’d put on mute five minutes after it started.
“I wish we did this more often,” you whispered, kissing the top of his head softly. Peter shifted so that his chin was resting over your heart and he was looking up at you, his eyelids drooping slightly as if he had been close to falling asleep.
“Let’s make it a tradition then,” he mumbled sleepily. “A monthly sleepover, no homework or studying, just cuddles and junk food.”
You smiled, running a hand through the hair that was flattened on the right side of his head that he’d been resting on your chest. “Sounds perfect.”
“You’re perfect,” he replied, burying his face in the crook of your neck and pressing a tiny kiss there. “And really soft.”
You giggled at his sleepy comments, hugging him quickly. “C’mon sleepyhead, May’ll be back soon so we should get to bed.”
“But I’m comfy,” he whined, trying to make himself heavier so you couldn’t get up. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t fight the smile that was spreading across your face.
“And you’re going to bed now,” you told him, mimicking his whiny voice and sitting up with him still cuddling you. “Don’t make me tickle you, Parker.”
He shot up from the sofa at your threat, and you giggled as he all but sprinted into the bathroom to brush his teeth before bed. Stopping in his bedroom to grab your toothbrush, you also pulled on one of Peter’s baggy hoodies over your pyjamas to keep you warm as you padded through into the brightly lit bathroom. The white lights almost made your eyes water after having spent hours on the sofa in the almost pitch black living room.
You chuckled at the little dance Peter was doing as he brushed his teeth, humming a tune to himself and shuffling around on the spot. You nudged your hip against his gently as you brushed your teeth, making a silly face at him in the tiny bathroom mirror above the sink. He almost choked on his toothpaste, and you rubbed his back as he spat out the minty foam, while you tried not to laugh.
“All done?” you asked, setting your toothbrush down on the edge of the sink and waiting as your boyfriend swirled mouthwash around his mouth. You were pretty sure he was just showing off as he tipped his head back and gargled loudly.
“All clean,” he confirmed, giving you a wide cheesy grin to show off his pearly white teeth. You rolled your eyes.
“Dork,” you mumbled, before pulling him in for a kiss. The kiss tasted strongly of spearmint, his lips cold but still soft and loving against your own. As you pulled away, he caught your hand in his and led you through into his bedroom. Just as you had done earlier that day, he collapsed on his bed before lifting the covers for you to join him. You hesitated.
“I’m pretty sure May wants me to sleep on the floor, Pete.”
“I’m pretty sure May isn’t here,” he retorted, his voice muffled by his pillow as he rolled over to face away from you. You rolled your eyes, climbing into the bed and wrapping your arms around his waist, nuzzling the back of his neck with your nose affectionately.
“G’night,” you whispered.
“Night,” he whispered back. “Love you.”
“Love you too.”
A minute passed, and you could feel yourself drifting off until-
“I love you more though.”
“Oh my God, Peter, go to sleep.”
A/N: I love this so much, I really need a Peter Parker in my life. My ask is here, please leave feedback because it means the world to me! Also @@pattypotterpevensie I thought I’d tag you because you always seem to really enjoy my Peter fics 🙂
peter parker, expressing his affection as any teen would: thor i would die for you 🙂
thor, gripping his shoulders with the intensity of ten thousand burning suns: i would never let that happen
peter parker, later that week: i would die for you loki
loki, looking him dead in the eye: you will.
drax: [really bad joke]
peter parker: mr. drax? I would die for you
drax, with a pause spent determining that peter is probably joking and then a hearty guffaw: but my muscles and fighting power is several times your own! your death would be meaningless!
peter parker, in the middle of battle with no regard for his own safety: i would die for you
t’challa, who has lived with shuri long enough to know exactly what answer peter is looking for: then perish
Peter parker, jumping in front of steve: i would die for you mr. rodgers
Steven Grant Rodgers, a known idiot, somersaulting over peter: not if i die for you first
Peter Parker, one night over dinner: I would die for you aunt may
Aunt May, a worried mess and 100% done with this shit: not if you’re grounded for life you won’t
Peter Parker, out of the blue: I would die for you
peter parker watching peter quill tell tony that his plan sucks: i can talk back to tony like this??? and not get killed??? holy shit my life has been a lie.
tony watching peters expressions: fuck fuck fuck fuck
Peter played with your fingers on a daily basis. Whether it’s waiting for the train, while cuddling, while watching tv, or even during class.
It became a habit.
For him as well as for you. Whenever he was nervous or anxious. He grabbed ahold of your hand, gently of course, as laced his fingers with you, sometimes even playing with rings you had on them.
It’s became a must.
He soon found out that you enjoyed it very much. It relaxes you, it made you feel as if stress was being evaporated from your body. He would sometimes get some plastic rings from toys to place them on yours. You absolutely loved it.
Those small plastic rings were what made you giggle and blush, until one specific ring. It was a haribo ring but it held so much power and love behind it. For he placed it upon your ring finger on your left hand.
“Peter what are you doing?”
“Placing a ring on your finger until I can get a real one.” He blushed, yet looked at you with such loving eyes.
You couldn’t help but smile as well and giggle.
“Baby, if I don’t eat it, it’ll rot.”
“Oh you can eat it, but just so you know, I’ll get you a real on soon.”
Requested by peterparkersnerdgirl : “Hey Can u do an imagine where Peter Parker was helping u with your homework and u get distracted by him and u started kissing him”
Your brain was a marvellous tool which allowed you to get into Midtown School of Science and Technology, a school full of kids who were geniuses in one way or another. Your natural talent for languages and maths was incredible, putting you in the high end of every class, except for one.
“Peter I don’t get why this is necessary, woodwork is such a useless and irrelevant class,” you whined to your boyfriend of a year, who just rolled his eyes and shook his head from his position on your bed. The two of you had a tradition of spending the weekend at each other’s house, which your parents and his aunt had eventually agreed to, provided the two of you did all your schoolwork. Unfortunately for you, this included your woodwork project.
“C’mon (Y/N), it’s not that bad.”
“Not for you it’s not, you’re actually good at it.” You got up from the foot of your bed and dramatically flopped down next to Peter, causing some of his pens to fall onto the floor.
“You’re good at it too babe, it’s a lot easier if you spend more than three minutes working on it though.” He retaliated, not taking his eyes off his page which was filled with physics equations and roughly sketched diagrams.
“But I’m not, Pete!”, you continued, “I know how it should work, but then I try it and it doesn’t work!” Even Peter couldn’t deny it, he’d seen first-hand how your attempts to construct even the simplest of things somehow managed to go wrong.
——
Peter glanced over to your workstation in class, only to do a double-take upon seeing the state of your project. You were supposed to be making a cupboard as your final project of the year, but you had somehow managed to put on the doors backwards with the handles facing in, making you unable to open it to fix it. You were sat there with a look which Peter had to make a real effort not to laugh at. Not out of malice, of course, but because the face which you pulled reminded him so much of a picture Ned had shown him in a study period earlier that day.
——
“Haven’t we done enough work anyway? We’ve been doing this for as long as I can remember!”
Peter laughed. “We’ve been doing homework for less than an hour, (Y/N).”
“What?!” You shot up from your lying down position, looking at him in despair before dropping back down. “Ughhhhhhh, I give up. Is it too late for me to drop out of high school?” Peter just chuckled and turned back to his homework, focusing back in on the question he was working on before your interruption.
You meant to try your work again, you really did, but instead you found yourself watching his face with a level of intensity that probably would’ve been creepy if the two of you hadn’t been together for as long as you had. His brow creased slightly and he pressed his lips together whilst twirling the pencil he held in his hand. His hair fell slightly in front of his eyes and god knows how many freckles he had dotted on his face.
“I really need to stop”, you thought, “this really is getting creepy.” But you couldn’t seem to pull your gaze away from his adorable face.
“How on Earth did I get so lucky with this guy?”
Somehow, maybe due to his spidey sense, Peter looked up from his work and back to you, feeling you watching him with such intensity and adoration. He smiled back down at you, raising his eyebrows slightly.
“Can I help you?” He joked, slowly coming to terms with the fact that the two of you probably wouldn’t be getting much more work done. He expected some kind of witty answer that you usually came out with, but was instead met with a pair of hands on his cheeks, pulling him down to your level, followed by a pair of lips being pressed to his. After a moment, he was released and pushed himself up slightly so he was hovering just above you.
“What was that for? Not that I’m complaining, obviously you can do that whenever you want, I really don’t mind, but-“ Peter’s high-speed rambling was cut off by a soft laugh which made him stop in his tracks and gaze down at who he thought was the most beautiful person who ever existed.
“God, I love you Pete.” His smile grew even wider, which you hadn’t even thought was possible at this point, and he leaned down again to press another gentle kiss to your lips.
“I love you too, (Y/N). Very much.”
——————
BONUS:
Peter adjusted himself so he was lying next to you, taking your hand in his and gently playing with your fingers. After a moment of silence, you turned to him.
“Hey Pete?”
“Hmm?”
“How much self-restraint did it take for you to not quote Star Wars at me just then?”
“Oh god, so much, you wouldn’t believe how hard that was for me!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sorry it took so long for me to write this but I hope you liked it! Also this is the picture I was talking about which is a constant mood tbh
This is a; Peter Parker x avenger!reader, stark!reader, and fem!reader
The boy tossed and turned and seemed to not be able to sleep. Peter had decided to stay at the tower tonight since it was already late once he got there, refusing to go wake up may and simply text her telling her he was fine. He groaned silently as he turned to face the digital clock on top of his door. 3:20am it read. He sighed and was deciding on either making himself feel gross by watching old movies and regretting it the following morning or go bother his beautiful girlfriend. She’s probably asleep he wondered to himself.
He knew she was asleep. That girl had the same qualities as her father, and as long as he’s known tony, he knows that even though he couldn’t not sleep for hours on end, he’s a heavy sleeper. He decided on the second option, suddenly feeling the want to feel her warmth against his chest.
He opened the door slightly and made his way over to her room. The tower was dead silent, well it was reasonable, it was 3 something am. Her room was just down about two rooms so he didn’t have to walk far. Once he got to the preferred destination, he placed his hands on the cold door knob. He quietly, and slowly, twisted the object only to find her with her back to the door, sitting on the chair that matches her desk. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and started walking towards her.
It was probably a bad decision since she’s an avenger without powers, meaning youre a master in Martian arts and self defense, and can probably sense him. She quickly turned around and twisted his arm around his back to have his fist towards the back of his head. He let out a groan of pin since he had recently gotten a bruise where she was pushing. “Peter? Why the fuck are you awake?” She whispered aggressively towards the teen infront of her. She let go of his arm only to bring him into a hug.
“I, Um, i couldn’t sleep so I wanted to cuddle you because i thought you were sleeping so I came to your room. I hope you don’t mind…”. He said, practically whispering since the rest were asleep. He finished off with his significant smile and gave you puppy dog eyes.
“Ok you can cuddle with me I just need to finish this.” You finished pointing to a small gadget on the white desk. It was a loop earring, but he knew you were up to something. “It’s, uh, it’s a like a Bluetooth but it has a camera installed in it and a voice recording so If I’m wearing it I can look back at footage and the voice recording.” You sighed realizing you had along way to finish, since you had just barely put the camera in.
“When did you start?”
“Around 9pm.” You shrugged since your father was a genius, you felt like you shouldve at least been done with the camera and the Bluetooth.
“What the hell?!” He whispered screamed. “And you already got the camera in?”
He knew what you felt about how your dad was practically the smartest man in the world so you felt a bit pressured to go good. He also knew how your dad felt about it. Tony didn’t want you to be a replica of him, but better. But all parents do, so you saw this as him being patently. But tony never pressured you to do this, so this was all on you and your intelligence.
“Holy shit I’m dating a genius.” He said with a lovestruck face. He looked at you and pulled you into a kiss. “An absolute genius.” He smiled as those words left his mouth. The smile flooded towards your face as well. “But my genius needs sleep in order to become a bigger genius.” He smirked as he kissed the nape of your neck.
You giggled slightly and pulled away from his arms in order to get in the bed. You flipped over so you were facing him. He had his arm over your wait as you drew shapeless figures on his forearm.
“Yay you write about Peter!!! Could you please write one where you are Peter’s girlfriend but you notice how he suddenly leaves for things or shows up late to your dates. You try to brush it off until you are attacked when you are alone and Spidey comes in to save you and that’s when you realize that your dork of a boyfriend is a superhero working with the avengers? (Too specific?)”
Warnings: PURE FLUFFF, mild language
Note: Nothing is ever too specific anon 🙂 & yes Peter is my baby ❤
“Did you get x equals two for question five?”
“Babe what did you do?… I got three hundred and twenty seven.”
“Ugh I give up!” You groan in frustration before dramatically pushing your notebook off your lap. “I’m actually going to fail this exam.”
A/N: This oneshot was inspired by Strange Magic by ELO and from the movie, Strange Magic. In this oneshot, the Reader is the child of Dr. Strange and is secretly dating Peter Parker. Enjoy!
Warnings: One swear word, mentions of sex
You love your dad, you really do. And that’s saying something considering Stephen Strange is one of the most difficult individuals to get along with. But you had been there through it all: the accident, finding Kamar-Taj, Dormammu. You always believed in the good that he had. And after everything that happened, he became a better father to you: giving you the attention you deserved even teaching you the Mystic Arts when you expressed an interest in them.
But then there were days when he acted like a typical dad. Such as the day he met your secret boyfriend.
It is a day off for the residents of the New York Sanctum. Wong is currently in his bed, listening to some Adele as he pages through some books while your father is doing work in another part of the Sanctum. Perfect opportunity to sneak out. Granted, you must be very careful, as no doubt sneaking past two powerful sorcerers isn’t easy.
You quietly make your way down the steps, pausing to glance back to see if anyone has followed you. Breathing a sigh of relief, you slip on the Sling Ring and raise your hand, waving it in a circular motion just like your dad taught you. Unfortunately, before the portal can even become large enough for you to fit through, you are stopped by someone. Or rather, something.
“Damn it,” you whisper, forgetting about the Cloak of Levitation. It flies in front of you, raising its flaps as one would do with hands on hips as if to say, ‘Where do you think you are going, young one?’
“I’m just going out.” The Cloak doesn’t move from its spot. “To meet someone.” Nope, still frozen. “I’m meeting my boyfriend,” you mutter lowly. The cloak lowers its folds, before circling around you, pushing you this way and that, pestering you.
“Okay, okay, okay!” you mutteringly yell, praying that no one else in the Sanctum heard you. “I’m visiting Peter.”
The cloak freezes before rushing towards you and draping itself over your shoulders. You chuckle, knowing that the cloak is very fond of the youngest Avenger. “You wanna come with me?”
The cloak rustles eagerly in reply. Shaking your head at it, you open the portal, landing in a small park, tackling a certain dark haired, brown eyed boy from behind.
“Hi, Peter!” You greet him with a smile on your face.
“Gaahhhh!” He screams, pushing you off and slinging a web that stuck your hand to the grass. However, when he sees it’s you, he starts babbling out apologies.
“Oh God, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there. I didn’t mean to injure you. I mean why would I injure you? You’re an awesome person and you don’t deserve a guy who sticks you to the ground but not like that. I meant in a totally innocent—”
“Peter, hey, I’m fine.” You tell him, using your magic to free yourself from the web before standing up and brushing off your clothes before going to him and planting a kiss on his cheek. The cloak lifts itself off your shoulders to brush Peter’s cheek before returning to you.
“It insisted,” you explain at Peter’s raised eyebrow. He chuckles, before taking your hand and you two begin to walk around the park.
“So, how are things back at the base?” You ask him.
“The usual. Training, family dinners, food fights, prank wars, movie nights, missions,” he lists.
“Sounds peaceful,” you remark dryly.
“It’s awesome. So, what about you?” He gently bumps your shoulder. “How are things back at the lair?”
“First of all, it’s the Sanctum.” You pointedly remind him, to which he playfully rolls his eyes. “Second, it’s been quiet. Almost disturbingly. But Dad and Wong keep showing me new tricks.” To demonstrate your point, you let go of his hand and Peter watches in awe as you conjure up a ball of golden magic, letting it float into the air before it rains down in a shower of golden sparks.
“It’s beautiful,” he remarks, though his eyes are not on the magic. You shyly brush your hair with your hand before the two of you continue your walk.
Peter leads you to a secluded part of the park, where he points to a bunch of trees from which is strung a web hammock positioned clearly in a place where you two would get a clear view of the night sky.
“Surprise!” He spreads his arms, obviously impressed with himself. You let out a squeal of delight, giving another cheek kiss. “This is perfect.”
“Need a lift?” he asks.
“How about you let me do the honours?” You turn to the cloak. “What do you say? You want to show him what we can do?”
The cloak flaps eagerly in response. “Okay, hold on to me,” you instructed Peter.
“Ummm…how?” he questions hesitantly, afraid that he might overstep some boundaries. Also, it is a bit tricky considering he was a bit taller than you.
“Like this.” You bend down and put your arm behind his knees and use your other arm to support his back. Peter’s face heats up at this position, but the proximity of your face to his quickly begins to occupy his mind. He could never get over how beautiful you look: with your h/c that was so soft to touch and that complimented your e/c eyes that always reflected your mood perfectly, adding shine to your s/t skin.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” you ask.
“I will always look at you like this,” he replies so sincerely, never taking his eyes off you for a second. Your head ducks down, amazed at how this boy could be so sweet with his words.
“Come on, Spider boy.” With that, you lift off from the ground, ascending slowly until you are level with the web. You gently place Peter on it who scoots to make room for you to descend. You stroke the cloak before asking if you two can have a little privacy.
It shakes itself. “You don’t have to go far. Just a little way. Please?”
It pauses then nods, giving you and Peter a fond brush on the cheek before zooming into the trees. Finally alone, you and Peter lay next to each other. One arm goes around your shoulder as you lay your head on his chest. Your legs tangle together as you both gaze at the night sky, the hammock swaying slightly in the breeze.
For once, the world isn’t being ravaged by monsters, aliens, the supernatural, or evil organizations. In that moment, the only thing you can hear is the steady heartbeat of the boy you cared so much about and you take comfort in knowing that he feels the same way you do, and he never fails to show it, even in the smallest ways.
“Thank you for this.” You lift your head higher, propping yourself up on one elbow. “I’m…really lucky to have you,” you confess.
Peter’s smile grows big and it shines brighter than the stars above. “Really?” he asks like an eager little kid.
“Really, really.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Did you just quote Shrek to me?”
You roll your eyes. “Just shut up and kiss me Spidey.”
And he does, leaning forwards slightly before he finds your lips. You brush a stray curl of his before letting your hand run through his hair before settling on his cheek. Despite your eyes being closed, you could see flashes of light interspersing as he pulled you closer, kissing you so gently it was like floating on a cloud.
Unbeknownst to the two of you, your magic had begun to work of its own accord, breaking out into sparks that floated upwards and erupted in mini fireworks. Some of the magic traveled underneath yours and Peter’s intertwined bodies, zinging this way and that, creating a platform that levitated you and Peter a few inches off the web.
Soon, the kiss ends and you two find yourself floating off the web. Peter’s eyes widen. “Whoa. How did this happen?”
You bite your lip as you realize the reason. “My magic. It usually reacts strongly…when I feel…things.”
“Like what?”
“Like…this.” You make a back and forth gesture with your hand, indicating you and him.
“And…uh…what would you call this?” he asks cautiously, wanting to know but trying to give you the space you needed.
You hesitate. You feel that you are not ready to say anything. There’s still a long way to go before you can even say those words. So instead, you answer, “Something really good.”
“That’s…that’s awesome,” Peter answers, a little disappointed but it is overshadowed by the fact that your relationship is something special to the both of you. “But, just one question.”
He looks around, realizing you two are still floating. “How do we get down?”
Sunlight peeks in through your eyelids as you snuggle in closer to a warm, hard pillow that makes a soft noise as you wrap your arms around it.
Wait…hard, warm, noise…that doesn’t sound like a pillow. You open your eyes and widen in shock as you realize that you and Peter are still on the web hammock he made the night before. The sun is shining directly above the two of you, occasionally blocked by a flying bird. Your head swivels around for the cloak but it isn’t there.
Oh God, you and Peter are so dead. “Peter. Peter.” You shake him harder, but all you get is a mumble that sounds suspiciously like “Five more minutes, May.”
“Peter Parker! Wake up!” At your urgent tone, Peter’s eyes shot awake. He finally began to register that he isn’t in his bed in his apartment in Queens. Instead, he’s in a web attached to some trees suspended above the ground in a park.
“Oh shit!” Peter curses repeatedly, his eyes darting as he took in his surroundings. “Mr. Stark’s going to kill me!”
“You’re damn right about that,” a voice says and something hard and uncomfortable pounds around in your stomach as you see Iron Man followed by your dad sporting the cloak.
“Y/F/N Y/M/N Strange.” Doctor Strange remarks, his hands crossed as his eyes travel to you and Peter. “Mr. Parker.”
“Kid, seriously? I get a call from your aunt, who happens to be worried sick about you, saying that you didn’t come home last night, and I find that you are here, canoodling with the wizard’s kid?” Tony scolds, anger evident in his tone.
Peter and you try to explain but that it isn’t anything like that but your dad steps in.
“Y/N, sneaking out is one thing but not telling me about your boyfriend is another.” Your mouth drops open in shock.
“You knew?! How?!”
“He knows?!” Peter exclaims, staring in disbelief at you.
“You knew about this?! And didn’t think to tell me?” Tony questions the sorcerer, who promptly ignores him as he answers you.
“Your magic. You forget that I keep watch on all magical activities on this realm. Including yours,” Stephen explains.
“Wait. So, you’ve been doing magic around my kid? If you’ve messed with his head…” Tony growls, moving towards you menacingly.
“Magic does not work like that, Stark. However, Y/N and I need to have a talk. At the Sanctum.” The last word is said in a pointed tone. You are dreading the lecture that awaits you, but further rebellion isn’t an option now that you were caught.
“Kid, you and I are going to have a little chat back at the compound.” Tony flies forward, taking Peter by the arm.
“But—” Peter turns to you, his eyes saying that he does not want to leave. You give him a small, sad smile before turning to your dad, who opens a portal, which you and he enter. The last thing you see before it closes is Tony flying away with your boyfriend.
You face your dad, who is surveying you with your arms crossed, floating slightly above the ground. “Care to explain yourself?”
“I…don’t know what you want me to say.”
“Well, to begin with, of all the people in the world, why the spiderling?” He sounds disappointed, almost as if he expects better of you. “Surely, there are better choices out there.”
You shake his head at him. “No Dad, there aren’t.”
“And pray tell, why?” Before any more words can come out of your mouth, he adds, “And please spare me the ‘but daddy, I love him’ nonsense. I like to believe you are more sensible than that.” The cloak lowers him to the ground, his arms folded as he waits for an explanation.
“Because Peter’s a good person, dad.” He scoffs at that, but you continue as if you have not heard him. “He’s brave and kind and smart. He understands what it’s like to have to deal with something most people can’t even understand.” No change in his expression. “He’s someone I can trust, someone I can talk to when I need it. He makes me smile and…” You close your eyes, taking a deep breath, almost scared to admit this to him. After all, it is something that only began to happen, and it meant something bigger that you aren’t ready for yet.
“Something happens to my magic when he’s around.” Your father’s face softens for a moment, curiosity peeking through this change in expression.
“How?”
“When I was with him the other night—” your father raises an eyebrow at your words, but you roll your eyes. “Dad, it is nothing like that. Really, after that graphic talk, I think you’ve put my mind off sex for a while.”
He smirks triumphantly at that. “Continue, please,” bringing you back to what you were saying about your magic.
“When I was with him the other night, my magic sort of…manifested. Without meaning to, we were floating. And I had no intention of even doing that.”
He raises an eyebrow at that. “And what do you think could have caused such a…flare in your magic?”
You put your face in your hands, feeling this conversation has taken a rather embarrassing turn. Well, more embarrassing than it already has. But you take a deep breath and say, “Because I really, really like Peter. Don’t you remember how that felt like?”
And for a moment, he does. Bright eyes, joyous laughter, soft lips, a last goodbye. He knows, and he can see that you are experiencing it for the first time. As a rational human being, he knows you can take care of yourself. As a father, he still fears you might end up losing something important to you as he once did.
“Is there really no one else? Anyone…at all?” he asks as a last ditch effort for a way out of this.
“None.”
A long silence follows, in which you watch your dad think things over. You clench your hands in anticipation, your nerves becoming more fraught as each second passes. You lick your lips, wondering what his answer will be.
“Fine. The spiderling can court you.” You cheer at this. “But, I have two conditions. One—” he holds up a finger, “no more sneaking out. And two—” two fingers, “you’ll have to give me a demonstration of that magic you have just explained to me.”
All the blood and nerves drain out of your body, leaving you cold and numb at his words. Demonstrate? As in…oh, as if this day hadn’t been mortifying enough. “Must I?”
“No disobedience goes unpunished.”
“Says the man who has no problem with breaking the rules.”
“Only when absolutely necessary, Y/N. When absolutely necessary.”
Things have not been going Peter’s way all morning. First, there is waking up to see Mr. Stark and Dr. Strange (who happened to be your dad) angry with the two of you. Then, there is the scathing lecture he received from both Mr. Stark (“Kid, sneaking out is one thing, but secretly dating someone is another. Especially if that someone happens to be the wizard’s offspring. Really? Why did it have to be his kid?) and Aunt May (“Peter, do you have any idea how worried I was? And I’m only finding out now that you’re dating someone? First, I find out you’re Spiderman and then I find out that the person you’re dating happens to be the child of a sorcerer? And secondly, sneaking out? And not coming back? Please tell me you at least used protection.”) He had to remind his aunt that he is sixteen and not even ready for something like that along with the fact that nothing had happened between the two of you. As punishment, he had been banned from working in the labs and was subjected to extra training, courtesy of Steve and Natasha, so his body is sore all over and he can barely move a muscle.
Suddenly, a familiar portal begins to appear in the Avengers common room, causing everyone to halt in their tasks as they watch it increase in size. Peter’s eyes widen in shock when you step through the portal followed by your dad.
You march determinedly towards him, trying to ignore the stares of the Avengers and Tony’s rapid protests about you and your dad’s visit. “Y/N, what are you doing here?” Peter says.
“Well, the good news is that I can still date you. That is, if you’re still up for it,” You admit shyly, your hands fiddling with each other.
“What? Of course, I’m up for it.” Your face breaks into a smile at his answer. “And the…the bad news?” He asks, concerned. You turn to your dad, who nods his head as if to say, ‘you have to do it’.
With that, you press your lips to Peter’s whose eyes widen in surprise, before they close as he slowly relaxes into the kiss. Gingerly, he wraps his arm around your waist, his body screaming in protest, but he pays it no mind as he moves lips against yours.
Shocked yells and exclamations echo around the room as you and Peter begin to float a few inches off the ground, fireworks erupting around the two of you as the kiss continues. Nobody moves for a full ten seconds before Tony steps in. “Alright, you two, break it up! There will be no funny business in this compound!”
With that, you and Peter break apart, both of you landing on your feet with a soft thump. Peter lets out a small moan of pain, prompting you to support him and gently place him on the couch. “Sorry,” you apologize.
“What just happened?” Tony questions. “Strange?” he asks, turning to Stephen.
“Just some strange magic, I suppose,” the sorcerer answers, shrugging.
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