Summary: After spending the day with you, Peter realises something he’s known all along (with Aunt May’s help, of course).
Warnings: Just fluff!
A/N: May and Peter’s relationship is so adorable, I love writing about it
“I need to go,” you said regretfully, checking the time on your phone. You were sitting on the floor with your back against Peter’s bed, and he was sprawled out on the mattress behind you. A soft smile tugged at your lips as he draped his arms loosely over your shoulders, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
“Please don’t?” he mumbled, nuzzling his crooked nose against your skin. “You could stay, I could lend you pyjamas.”
“Don’t say that,” you chastised him, turning your head slightly so that you could almost look him in the eye. He grinned cheekily at you.
“Why not?”
“Because I’ll end up staying,” you whispered, pecking his lips and smiling against them. Before he could pull you into his arms again, you started packing your textbooks and notebooks into your rucksack, clearing away the evidence of your day spent with Peter.
“It’s cold out, I’ll give you a jacket,” he said as he closed the window, cutting off the draught that neither of you had noticed. You smiled to yourself, watching as he went to his closet and pulled out his waterproof jacket, holding it for you so that you could slip your arms into the sleeves. As you slung your rucksack over your shoulder, Peter zipped the jacket up carefully, tilting your chin up to stop the zipper catching it.
“Peter Parker, the last of the world’s gentlemen,” you teased. He stuck his tongue out at you, before taking your hand and leading you through the apartment.
“May, (Y/N)’s heading home now!” he called to his aunt, who turned in her seat and waved at you.
“Bye honey, have a good night!”
“You too, Mrs Parker…May,” you amended upon seeing the faux stern look on her face. She winked at you as you and Peter made your way to the front door.
“I’ll miss you,” Peter huffed, pulling you close for a hug. You grinned against his chest.
“You’ll see me tomorrow, silly. But I’ll miss you too.”
“Call me when you get home?” he requested, his beautiful brown eyes wide with something between concern and hope. You kissed his cheek lightly, and smiled at the faint pink blush that spread across his skin.
“Always. I’ll see you later, Peter.”
“See you,” he breathed, watching as you headed out the door and towards the elevator. “(Y/N) wait!” he called, jogging after you.
You turned, confused. “Did I forget something?”
Peter grinned at you as he stopped in front of you. “Yup. This.” He tilted your chin up to kiss you sweetly, smiling against your lips.
“Well I’m glad you remembered,” you muttered, kissing him again. “Now I really do need to go, or I’ll never be allowed out again.”
“You better go then. I wouldn’t survive if I couldn’t see you every day,” he told you, making no move to let you go. You sighed affectionately, pushing gently at his chest to get him to go back to his apartment.
“You need to stop saying cute stuff, I’ll never be able to leave if you don’t,” you grinned, stepping into the elevator and not taking your eyes off of him as the doors slid shut.
“I love you,” he whispered, too late for you to have heard. He turned back to step into his apartment, his heart feeling at least three sizes bigger in his chest and a giddy smile taking over his face.
Peter curled up in the worn armchair across from May, a lovestruck smile pulling his lips back to expose almost straight teeth as he hugged a cushion to his chest. His aunt beamed at him, immediately diagnosing his symptoms.
“You and (Y/N) are doing well,” she commented, noticing that he bypassed his usual reaction of blushing and ducking his head in favour of an even wider grin.
“She’s just so amazing, y’know? I never really realised I was missing her until I found her.” He screwed his face up, running a hand through his caramel curls. “That sounds stupid, doesn’t it?”
May shook her head instantly. “That’s exactly how I felt with your uncle Ben.”
Peter’s face softened at the mention of his late uncle, something that had dulled to an ache over the years stirring in his heart. He recognised the misty look in his aunt’s eyes, and moved to sit on the arm of the sofa beside her. He draped an arm over her shoulders and she leaned into his side.
“I think I love her, May,” he said quietly. The older woman smiled knowingly, looking up at the boy who was as good as her son.
“I think you do, too,” she told him. “What’s more, I think she loves you.”
He let out a giddy huff of laughter, looking down at his aunt. “You really think so?”
“Oh definitely. The way she looks at you is not the way a girl looks at someone she just likes.”
Peter bit his lip to stop his grin splitting his face in half. “How do I tell her? I have to tell her.”
“You tell her every day, and every time something reminds you of her. You make sure that no one ever feels more loved than your girl does with you.”
He nodded to himself, resolving to do just that. At that moment, his phone started ringing in his pocket and a photo of you flashed on his screen.
“I’m gonna tell her now,” he decided, beaming at the photo. “Thanks, May.”
He kissed his aunt’s forehead before hurrying through to his bedroom to answer the phone, missing the nostalgic smile on May’s face as your voice filled his ears.
“Hey Peter-”
“I love you.”
A/N: Feedback and requests in my ask would mean the world!!! I hope you’re having a wonderful day and have something good happen to you soon.
your father was a strict man when it came to relationships, but he couldn’t help to approve of your relationship with peter. it helped that he knew peter personally and he saw how happy you made each other. the sparkle in your eye had made a reappearance after a couple of dark years and who was tony to deny you the right of happiness? after a stern talk with peter, he finally gave the young couple his blessing.
but not without a couple of rules.
one being to keep the relationship a secret from the world.
he knew that if the press would have a field day with the subject and if someone found out that spider-man was dating you, it could potentially put you in harm’s way. and tony was not about to his daughter in any danger.
you and peter both respected his wish, hiding away that secret for the four months that you had been together so far. peter wasn’t a huge fan of pda but he couldn’t ignore the ever growing want to show you off to the world, to show the world that in fact peter parker was dating y/n stark. so peter took every opportunity he could to show you off with out publically announcing your relationship to the world.
thus why his lock screen was a stupid picture of the two of you that bucky had taken without your knowledge. you both were facing each other cross-legged on the couch, warm mugs pressed in your hands and laughter rippling across your face. it was a harmless gesture that gave peter an enormous amount of joy when he clicked on his phone.
well, harmless until flash got a hold of peter’s phone.
it was the middle of decathlon practice when peter’s phone started to buzz catching the eye of flash since peter was not around. when the phone stopped buzzing, his curiosity got the best of him as he clicked on the phone, wondering who was calling the nerd during practice. his eyes widened with shock as his mind struggled to piece together the puzzle of the nerd’s lock screen.
was that penis parker and y/n stark!
“parker!” he screamed, catching the attention of peter who was shuffling into the room with the rest of the team, laughing at something ned had pointed out. peter’s eyes widened with horror at the sight of flash with his phone in his hand.
“why do you have my phone?” peter yelled, snatching the phone from flash’s tight grip.
“why is tony stark’s daughter on your lock screen?” he jeered, eyes narrowing. “did you pay her or some shit, because that is so fucked up and i am pretty sure it’s illegal-”
“no!” peter interrupted, groaning pushing his hand into his hands. fuck. how was he going to get out of this one. “i uh- i just you know… i uh-” he sputtered searching for an excuse.
“he is dating y/n!” ned blurted out, everyone around them’s jaws dropping to the floor.
“but you can’t tell anyone!” peter screamed, cringing at the thought of this potentially ruining your relationship.
flash could not stop the laughter escaping his mouth, doubling over. “i’m sorry but you expect me to believe that penis parker is dating y/n stark, daughter of fucking iron man? how stupid do you think we are, dumbasses!”
bc the avengers doing familial things makes my heart swoon
Pairings: avengers x reader, peter parker x reader
A/N: this was so much fun to write! if you guys want more headcanons, just drop them off in the ask box 🙂
being the one of the newest recruits to the avengers (that falls under the “young” side) has its perks
like getting to decide what dinner will be on the friday’s when steve’s too tired to cook, or deciding what movie to watch on late saturday nights when natasha’s nightmares get bad, or wanda and you booking the entire kitchen for an evening of baking
you never really abused that power (to an extent)
your appreciation for them far outweighed anything else so you refused to act ungrateful or spoiled with the privilege you had
weirdly enough, the avengers had strange quirks
they would always confuse you and peter for doing the wrong things for some reason ??
this upsets peter gREATLY
“BuT mR. sTaRk, y/n aTe tHe LaST cooKIE It wASn’t mE”
“pete i saw you eyeing that jar for the past 37 minutes, dont you start with me”
“yes mr. stark” *cue intense glaring at you
weekly debriefings in the living room
steve is 1000000x adamant about it, saying “its integral for bonding time so the team is more tuned to each other’s actions which will be handy on battlefield”
b u l l s h i t, steve is a softie and he knows it
tony puts on an act, saying hes got new suits to improve but steve hears none of it and drags tony’s ass to the living room (tony LOVES IT, the little shit)
it’s actually really really healthy for all of you and bucky is a sucker for it
he always goes first and talks about everything that happened during the week from the puppies he pet to the cute single waitress at Dave’s Coffee Shop.
sam gives bucky pointers on how to flirt, but bucky refuses to take his advice and it ends up in an insult war
“you have to actually talk to her, ya dip shit”
“maybe you haven’t noticed, but i have been, bird brains”
“staring at her with your mouth open isn’t talking, bucky! it’s called being a creep and seconds away from a restraining order”
“you talkin from experience?”
steve blows the fire out, like always
natasha humoring everyone with the conversations she eavesdrops on when shes on missions
you would talk about the new friends you met around the corner. (one of them in particular fancied you and peter would be jealous but he’d brush it off cuz what else is he supposed to do??)
peter talking about the upcoming dance and how peer pressure is so prevalent at school
you feeling a deep burn in the pit of your stomach whenever he talks about the dance or other girls and you dont know why bc its not like you like peter????
bruce knows you do tho. your body language screams it and hes surprisingly the only one who knows
grocery shopping
you are the only one apart of the team that can go to the grocery store and buy things that the team actually needs which is why you usually do the shopping
peter likes to tag a long bc the store is by Delmar’s, and he likes to stop by to give Delmar a hard time (he also likes going on walks with you bc you’ll accidentally brush against him and mutter sorry and he’ll grin and say “s’okay” but he sees your intense blush and that gives him more reasons to find anyway to be as close to you as possible)
steve will come along bc he left the coffee grounds in the disposal this time and tony banished him from the compound and he cant come back till he gets more coffee
natasha has to pick up the latest copy of cosmopolitan cuz shes addicted
clint tags along bc he too is obsessed
“tash, you will never believe what the kardashians did this time! its on the newest edition” “no way!!! Y/N we’re coming with you” (i adore natasha/clint banter)
you told the both of them that you could pick noth up but steve claims tony always gets wack coffee brands and you wouldnt recognize it and natasha actually never buys the magazine. she reads the entire thing at the store so she doesnt buy it unnecessarily
thor begs you to let him come bc he loves looking at the men hair prodcts
“lady y/n, if you must know, asgardian hair is a force to be reckoned with-”
“thor, i think you used that phrase incorrectly”
“no? Midgardian pop culture is very perplexing”
“thats not pop- you know what, never mind, i recommend the Moroccan Pomade but knock yourself out”
steve, peter, and thor getting confused when you and natasha get pads.
“but i do not understand lady natasha, why must you ferocious females endure such pain every month? is it a curse?”
“yeah a curse from Satan when he realized he put too much sexy in the mixing pot when making us which is why we can take down any motherf-”
“NATASHA LANGUAGE WE ARE IN PUBLIC”
always fighting each other over what is necessary and what isn’t but you always get the last word
you always allow thor to get the rainbow colored gummies, peter to get a small pack of kibble for Delmar’s cat, natasha to get sun screen bc she always forgets, and clint to get a new pair of socks for his crazy collection. responsible shopping at its finest am i right)
nightmares
there wasn’t a single avenger that didn’t get nighmares
nearly every night there was screaming from one room
you made it a point to comfort them as much as you could. your powers really came into clutch here.
tony was the hardest to coax
on the days pepper wasn’t at the compound, his nightmares seemed to get worse
you knew entering his room was border line invasion of privacy but he was squirming and sweating and….crying?
thanks to your powers, you were more attuned to people’s emotions, so you could feel the fear within him and god was it strong. it was a trembling kind of fear, the type where you were swallowed into an abyss and there was no way out
you would calm yourself down trying to isolate yourself from his feelings and slowly walked towards his bed and place your hand on his feverish forehead.
instantly he relaxed and the quivering stopped. you weren’t able to give him positive dreams but you were able to numb his thoughts.
you did this with everyone, almost daily
bucky was the most difficult and you would spend hours trying to get him to just stop thinking
his mind seemed like it always haywire but at the end of the night it was worth it bc you could see the small smile on his lips when the nightmare went away.
you were always afraid of helping peter.
it wasn’t like you were scared of him. the two of you had forged an inseparable friendship. but his nightmares seemed more intimate and you weren’t sure if he wanted your help
but this time, oh god, this time was the worst
so you stepped into his room
he was shirtless and the moonlight cast a sad glow around his body. he was whimpering, his body shaking.
you moved slowly towards him, doing your regular procedure of isolating your emotions until he shot up awake
you froze
this wasn’t apart of the procedure
abort abort abort abort abortabortwabfhgre
but his eyes are bloodshot and the dream he had was too real and you stood there in front of him like an angel ready to swoop in and save him
but you just stood there, your mouth agape
he would whisper your name and there was a catch in his throat
you would become flustered, saying “i’m sorry, i was just checking on you-”
“please dont go”
you would stand there for a little longer, staring at him, almost testing him to see if it was him or the sleep talking. but he didnt move so you sat at the edge of his bed. he would get under the covers and you would brush your fingers through his hair. he would feverishly grasp onto your hand and his eyes are begging. it was almost like a silent agreement and you slipped under the covers next to him gently. he would hug you, nuzzling his face in your neck and slowly his body would shake and you would realize he’s crying. every sob would rack against your body and you would hold him tightly, trying so hard not to cry as well because his emotions broke the barrier and now all you could do was feel him. so the two of you would lay there desperately clinging on to each other and you trying to make him feel better because god this boy deserves the world. and eventually it would work and he would drift off to sleep. you would stay awake till morning making sure he was alright, drawing shapes at the nape of his neck, occasionally pressing ghost kisses against his shoulder to reassure yourself (and him) that everything is alright. you would slip out of his room before he could wake and the two of you never talked about that night again.
you avoided him as much as you could without being obvious
he caught on real quick and so did bruce
but it didnt matter, bc you hid yourself either with wanda or nat or the new group of friends you made
missions
missions were the most difficult part of being on the team
particularly for tony and steve
they hated having you or peter go on them but when the time called they knew they couldn’t prevent you from coming
you always teamed up with thor (oddly enough)
his powers aligned with yours perfectly in a strange way
(also steve felt at ease when you were with thor bc he always gave check ups on you)
but when you were paired with peter, tony and steve would go crazy
and i mean cRaZy
“y/n, there’s an agent on your right. do your invisible shit”
“peter what the fuck did i say about language”
“tony i swear to god”
“cap, i thought you said you don’t swear”
the one mission you get kidnapped is the scariest of all
because this was a life or death situation
peter and tony found you in a warehouse and it was the most heartbreaking sight ever
your skin was torn by all the ropes they tied and you were bleeding in multiple places
all peter could see was red and he would have lost it if it werent for tony telling him to calm down
they’d successfully rescued you but not before a bullet went straight through your arm
you lost consciousness and tony almost cried bc all he could see was the same young battered girl he took in years ago and how he swore she would never get hurt like that again
yet here you were on brink of death and all he could do was pray
you survived thanks to bruce and tony refused to look at you
he stayed in his lab all day, torturing himself with negative thoughts till you barged into his lab and just hugged him until he stopped
“i thought i lost you, kid”
“you could never lose me. who’s gonna swap out your papers with pictures of corgis”
“i literally- wait, so it was you”
“oh shit”
you slowly amending your relationship with peter bc not talking to him was hurting the both of you
homecoming
you didn’t go to the same high school as peter (surprisingly enough)
but you knew the gossip there as he knew the gossip at your school
you knew his homecoming was just around the corner
so did bruce
which is why he decided to call you to the lab bc home boi gotta help his fav smol avenger out
“you like peter, yeah?”
“i-what-your-i’m sorry-no!!”
bruce raising his eyebrows like 99.9% of the conversation as responses and it flusters you
“you look like mr. bean when you do that,stoOoOoOop!!!”
“once you talk to pete, i will. come on, i don’t mean to meddle with your business but the looks have been going on for months and if neither of you do something about it, i’ll have to endure more of it and god knows i can only handle enough”
“i have no idea what your talking-”
peter barges through the door, hair in all diff directions, cheeks pink and hes panting
“y/nineedtotalktoyouitssuperimportant”
bruce letting out a whoop before clearing his throat and gently ushering you out of the lab not before sending you a wink
you glaring at him before following peter out of the corridor
“whats up? you look like a mess”
peter wiping his face as an attempt to calm himself down bc hes been thinking about this for the past two weeks and hes had enough
“i have to go to homecoming with you”
“what…peter you dont have to do anything”
“no i mean, that came out wrong. i just- i cant spend another day without you being with me. i like you a lot and it’s just-”
he’s tugging at his hair so much you have to grab his arm
“y/n your really sweet and cute and pretty and it would be such an honor for you to go to homecoming with me”
your heart is beating so loud you were sure bruce could hear it
“yes”
“yes? as in yes yes ill go with you or yes i guess or yes ill go cuz he asked me to or-”
“peter shut up”
he lets out a breathy sigh and you reach up and place a small kiss against his cheek and he involuntarily closes his eyes and it takes a great deal of you to not just place your hands against his jaw and taste his soft lips
“i’m thinking lavender”
“huh?”
“the color of my suit and your dress. it reminds me of what you smelled like when you-”
it takes you a moment to realize he’s referring to the night where you comforted him
the both of you blush
suddenly bruce walks down the hallway and he sees your tinted cheeks and grins widely
“FINALLY!!! I don’t have to deal with the tension anymore!!!”
he acts annoyed but ends up taking your hoco pics
and hoco was a blast and the two of you are the happiest as can be
the avengers are surprisingly supportive as well
except for tony and steve
they put on the protective parents front but inside they’re proud and loving and hope for the best for you two
Summary: Peter meets the reader for the first time. The reader has grown up under the wing of all of the Avengers and hasn’t met many new people before.
Requested: No
The compound was relatively quiet – for the compound. There were still the distant sounds of Bucky and Sam’s arguing, murmurs from FRIDAY and Bruce. It felt like home.
I was four years old when I was rescued by the Avengers. It was on one of their first missions together, I was being held at a base as a result of something that my parents had done, having seen them murdered before my eyes.
Steve had found me, curled up in the corner of the room and had tried to coax me out. However, when he took too long Thor came looking for him. The God of Thunder was clearly startled by my presence but I remember how he knelt down, leaving his hammer to the side, and held his large hand out for me to take.
“Come on, little one, this is no place for such a young girl,”
His voice had been gentle and I remember grabbing his hand, shivering slightly at how cold the room I had been held captive in was. When we got back to the jet, Thor having carried me back as I could not keep up with him and Steve, being four years old at the time, I can remember Tony’s face of complete shock and almost horror at the prospect of keeping me.
I didn’t understand back then what he was saying when he told Thor and Steve, whose lap I had moved onto after settling onto the jet, that I couldn’t stay with them. Of course I didn’t. I was far too young. I didn’t even understand that I was never going to see my parents again.
Nat had pulled me to her then, lifting me up as though she was examining me.
“Small,” she had said. Tony was still arguing that they couldn’t keep me. Then Nat had passed me to Bruce and a small smile lit up his face as he held me cautiously.
“But look at her, Tony, we can’t just hand her over to adoption,”
Bruce was soft spoken, almost shy, a stark contrast from the other heroes who surrounded me and when I had started to cry, scared by the loud arguments that had broken out between them he held me close, quieting me down. I was moved from his arms then, into Thor’s strong ones. His long blond hair tickled my face and I remember rubbing my eyes from the tears as I looked up at the God.
“We will look after you, little one,”
Since then I had lived in the Avenger’s compound with Bruce, Tony and Nat. Clint would come by often and would take me to visit his family on the farm. Laura loved having me around and, now that I was much older, I would babysit the kids for her. When I got frustrated with Tony or Sam (who moved into the tower about four years ago) I had a room in Steve’s apartment that I would stay in for a couple of days.
When Bucky then moved into the compound about a year after Sam, I had been twelve years old and not used to people. I was used to the loud hustle and bustle that came with being the ‘kid’ of the Avengers but Bucky was quiet, almost scared. I didn’t know how to act around him, not meeting many new people as Tony had decided that it was better for me to be home schooled than for me to attend school with the other kids considering what my ‘parents’ did.
Bucky seemed terrified of hurting me the second he met me and actively avoided me for the first three months that he lived at the tower for. It wasn’t until he woke me one night screaming from a nightmare that he started paying attention to me. Steve hadn’t let me in the room, telling me it was too dangerous and Bucky had shouted at me to go away. I went away. To the kitchen. Where I made him hot chocolate with cream and marshmallows, the way that Steve and Sam would make me when I had nightmares.
The screaming had stopped by the time I got back to Bucky’s room and I pushed the door open gently and cautiously, not wanting to spill any of the drink. Steve looked up and gave me a soft smile. The two men were sat on Bucky’s bed, Bucky had his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking slightly as he continued to cry.
“Hey, love, what have you got there?” Steve asked me.
“Hot chocolate for Bucky,” my voice was quiet and Steve smiled even wider at that, especially when Bucky’s head shot up to look at me with what appeared like wonder on his face. Steve gestured for me to come over and I did. I stood in front of Bucky and held out the hot chocolate to him and the super soldier took it with a small smile on his face.
“You should be asleep, Y/N,” Steve said as I climbed onto the bed between the two men. I yawned.
“Couldn’t sleep,” I say, feeling myself starting to tire. I lent with my head on Bucky’s lap and my feet in Steve’s and fell asleep. When I woke the next morning I was still in Bucky’s bed, the super soldier asleep on the sofa.
Since then, Bucky had not stopped looking out for me.
I hadn’t spoken to many people outside of the Avengers. I didn’t attend public school and had no friends my own age and almost no social skills. I spoke to Shuri, who would often come and visit me from Wakanda and the two of us had grown close and we would often send each other memes, that was what our friendship consisted of – memes and vines. It was beautiful.
That was why, when I heard that Tony was showing a kid about my age, maybe a year younger around the compound, I wanted to run and hide. I would have succeeded too if I hadn’t been caught by Bruce as I was rushing out of the kitchen, my arms full of half-finished school work. The doctor spun me around and walked me back to the kitchen table.
“You still have work to do, Y/N. Sit down and finish your chemistry and history,” Bruce says sternly and I groan.
“But Uncle Bruce-” I begin to whine but he cuts me off.
“No excuses Y/N, do I need to get someone to sit in here with you to make sure you do your work?” He asks, gently pushing my shoulders down so I sat back at the table. I groaned, slumping down in my chair.
“You’re the worst,” I grumble but Bruce simply laughs, flipping on the kettle.
“Are you stuck with anything? FRIDAY said that you spent ages looking at your physics book,”
“I feel asleep on them,” I admit sheepishly and Bruce shoots me an unimpressed look. “I’m sorry Uncle Bruce! I know that you and Uncle Tony love all of that stuff but I just don’t get it! Like, history and chemistry is so much more interesting and so much easier to understand,”
“That’s my girl,” Bucky laughs, coming in and ruffling my hair on his way past on his way to the fridge. I grin at him.
“See, Uncle Bucky gets it,”
“Uncle Bucky lived through it,” Bruce replies, mildly unimpressed. “You’re living through all of these physics phenomenons and you aren’t at all interested, I don’t get it,”
“The kid just prefers history and languages, Bruce. Old blokes like me and Steve are far more interesting than you physicists,” Bucky grins, making a sandwich as he speaks. Bruce pulls a face at Bucky’s turned back and I giggle at it.
“That does remind me, Nat wanted me to give you this,” Bruce says, pulling out a book. “Russian stories or something?” He says and I nod.
“Thanks, Auntie Nat wanted me to read them when I have time,” I shrug, adding them to my pile of books.
“How is your Russian coming on?” Bucky asks, turning around to lean against the counter as he talks to me.
“Alright, I guess, Auntie Nat keeps on bugging me about pronunciation but then I point out that I can barely speak English never mind Russian,” Bucky snorts at that as Bruce checks his watch.
“Okay, I’m heading back down to the lab, Y/N, if I hear from FRIDAY that you’re trying to leave without finishing your work again, I will send someone to watch,”
“I’ll watch,” Bucky volunteers and I roll my eyes.
“You’re worse than me, Uncle Buck, the second Uncle Steve arrives you’ll be gone,” I grin and Bucky winks at me as Bruce leaves, coffee mug in hand.
I work in silence for another half hour, a constant fear that Tony’s going to arrive in the kitchen with the kid. I had heard some things about him, I knew that he was Spider-Man and that he was young compared to the rest of the Avengers and his name was Peter. Other than that, though, I was clueless about the kid.
Then FRIDAY interrupted my study session.
“Thor has returned from Asgard,” she announces and my head shoot up and I take off running towards the staircase. I rush past a few of the other Avengers who were also heading downstairs to greet the God of Thunder but they laugh and let me pass as they see me sprinting down the halls, basically jumping down the stairs.
I barely take note of Tony’s presence in front of Thor, greeting back the God and Thor appears to notice me too, pushing Tony out of the way just in time to catch me as I launch myself into his arms.
“Uncle Thor!” I grin, hugging him tightly.
I had always been especially close with Thor and when I was younger I used to hate him leaving for Asgard so much that I would cry for days on end for him to return. As a result of Tony and Steve telling him this, he made his visits to Earth more frequent to make sure that I was okay.
“Hello, little one,” he smiles, swinging me around as he has done since I was four years old.
“You were gone ages,” I groan and Thor chuckles, setting me down and taking in my features.
“I am sorry, little one, there was much to be done on Asgard,” he apologises. “You have changed though,” I laugh.
“That’s what happens when you’re gone for months, Uncle Thor, I get a haircut,”
“I like it, you look very nice,” he then bends down to whisper into my ear, “I have a present for you,” he smiles and then straightens up to greet everyone else.
Thor would always bring me home presents from realms he visited. It started the first time that I cried over him leaving and he had carried the notion on ever since then.
“While we’re doing introductions, Peter this is our kid, Y/N,” Tony says. I whirl around, the idea of meeting Tony’s companion having completely slipped my mind in the joy of seeing Thor again.
“Your kid, like all of yours kid?” Peter asks in confusion.
“Pretty much, yeah,” Tony shrugs. I smile shyly at Peter, offering my hand which he shakes with a smile.
“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you,”
“You too,” Peter grins. He was cute, messy brown hair, pretty eyes, a wide, bright smile that lit up his whole face. He was wearing a simple outfit of just a hoodie and a pair of jeans with a school bag slung over one shoulder. “I’ve never seen you around, where do you go to school?” He asks me.
“I’m home schooled,” I reply quietly, looking at my hands, flushed with embarrassment.
“Y/N, how about you show Parker round while we talk to Thor,” Tony says and I catch his eye and blush when he wiggles his eyebrows at me. Steve shoots him a disapproving look and Thor frowns deeply at Tony’s actions.
“So, homeschooled, what’s that like?” Peter asks and I smile at how adorably awkward he is, clearly even less sure than me how to start a conversation.
“Well, it works out well when you have someone to teach every subject living with you,” I point out and Peter smiles at that as I lead him upstairs.
“I mean you do live with Captain America. I’m sure he’s a pretty good history teacher,”
“Yeah, him and Buck taught me half of my course for history,” I admit with a grin in Peter’s direction.
“Can I tell you something?”
“Sure?”
“I’ve always been slightly scared by them,”
“Who? Uncle Bucky and Uncle Steve?” I question.
“Yeah and Thor,”
“All three of them are lovely, they just look scary,”
“Really?”
“Really, they raised me so they’ve had to be polite,” I grin.
A couple of months passed and Peter and I talked often, he even invited me out to a coffee shop with his friends Michelle and Ned after he finished school one day. It was nice to finally have friends my age and since we were learning the same courses we had a nice time complaining about how difficult they were. The only difference was that I was also learning Russian and I had grown to love speaking in Russian around them and hearing them trying to guess what I was saying.
I had grown a crush on Peter, it was painfully obvious for everyone to see and Michelle had tried to assure me that Peter liked me too, though I wasn’t entirely convinced. Peter saw me as a best friend, nothing more.
One night I woke to an insistent tap on my window. I groaned, rolling out of bed and opening the curtains to reveal Peter in his spiderman suit.
“Peter?” I question, opening the window. It was raining quite hard outside and I pulled him in. “What are you doing?” I question, feeling how cold he was.
“Can I stay here tonight? I don’t want to go home in the storm,” he admits, a little shyly. I nod straight away.
“Yeah, of course you can, Peter! Look, I’ll go and find some clothes for you to change into. There’s a towel in my bathroom. Go and dry off, alright,” I say, seriously worried about him. He was soaking wet and shivering. “You’re an idiot for going outside in that, Parker,” I huff, searching around my room for a pair of sweatpants I knew that Sam had passed down to me and a shirt I had stolen from Bucky a while ago after he grew out of it.
“Is that my hoodie?” Peter asks after changing into the clothes I gave him, coming out an shaking his hair our to dry, almost like a dog.
I look down and blush. “Sorry, I guess I never gave it back,” I apologise but Peter grins, shaking his head.
“Don’t be silly, you look adorable in it,” he smiles, coming across the room to hug me. I relax in his arms, putting mine around his waist and resting my head on his chest.
“Peter?” He makes a noise of acknowledgement. “This might be a really bad time to mention it but I like you a lot,” I murmur and Peter chuckles.
“It’s never a bad time to mention that, sweetheart,” he says, gently tilting my head up to press a feather-light kiss to my lips. I smile widely at the action. “Your dads are going to kill me tomorrow, aren’t they?”
LOUISE. you know that i am a SUCKER FOR FLUFF AND FOR FLUFFY PETER.
peter knew that he was being nervous for no reason, but he couldn’t help it. he couldn’t help but feel weird about wanting to hold your hand or giving you soft gentle kisses, even though you had told him over and over again that it was okay.
he blushed at the memory of the first time that he had successfully held your hand without chickening out. you were at his apartment watching a movie and he did the whole “yawn and throw his arm over your shoulder” thing and gently grabbed your hand.
you had given him the biggest smile and snuggled even closer into his side and that made his heart soar.
but in this moment, he was even more nervous. he didn’t know why he was weird about pda, but it was difficult to get used too. you had also started to notice that he got nervous when you went to grab his hand or hug him in public. and you would never want to do anything to push him, but you had started to think that maybe something was wrong with you.
“peter, can i uhm, can i ask you a question?” you asked nervously. your voice was a bit shaky and you couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes.
“of course y/n. what is it babe?” he grabbed your hand gently, holding it in his own as if it was the most precious thing he could do.
“do you not like to kiss me or touch me?”
peter’s eyes got wide at your question. he felt ashamed of himself. how could he not realize that his worrisome thoughts of showing pda would affect you too, not just him.
“no no babe, of course i do! i really do i promise. i’m just… i’m just not used to showing affection in public you know? and you’re just so confident about it and i don’t wanna mess up and like i know i’m bad at it anyways so i just get nervous.” peter glanced down at your hands, playing with your fingers a bit and feeling his cheeks get warmer out of shame.
“peter, why didn’t you just tell me? it’s okay that you’re not comfortable with it. and i can assure you that you’re not bad at it either okay? we can go slow, we can go at whatever pace you want.”
peter’s heart swelled with love for you and for your understanding nature. without thinking twice he gently pressed his lips against yours, feeling your body relax against his and a smile on your lips.
“was uhm, that was okay right? i can do that?”
“yes peter, you can do that as many times as you want.” you said, biting your lip and looking down at your lap, your smile growing bigger and bigger.
“well in that case, i wanna do it as much as possible.” he laughed and went in to kiss you again, making you giggle against his lips.
• He’d ask you out in such an awkward and cheesy way that would totally make your heart melt.
• He’d secretly make a Spotify playlist of songs that remind him of you, and you’d catch him listening to it occasionally.
• He’d send you stupid photos and gifs all the time to make you smile. You’d have a lot of private jokes with each other.
• He’d make you watch old movies and sit there quoting them all the way through. He’d get too excited over his favourites.
• He’d trust you to know about him being Spider-Man, and he’d make you pinky swear not to tell anyone.
• If you ever felt upset and called him, he’d swing by and be at your window in no time, just hanging there and waiting to be let in. He would never let you be alone when you’re down.
• He’d talk about Tony a lot, and you’d start to count how many times he mentioned him in a day, then tease him with the amount.
• You’d go on all kinds of stereotypical high school dates; the movies, theme parks, laser tag, etc.
• “I am a superhero, and I have the best girlfriend in the world! How lucky is that?”
• He’d show you secret photos and videos he snapped of the Avengers and enthuse about them to you.
• He’d call you at ridiculous times and insist on taking you for ice cream.
• If you ever fought, he’d feel so bad about it and buy you flowers to cheer you up. He’d always sit down and talk things through with you.
• If you had an especially bad argument, he’d wait outside your window and tap on it constantly until you eventually let him in.
• He’d compliment you everytime he saw you, and remind you that you’re beautiful.
• He’d hug you from behind all the time. He’d surprise you and pick you up from behind too, squeezing you tightly.
• He’d take you to the top of the highest trees, and you’d sit up there for hours just telling stories.
• He’d keep a box of your memories, including photos, old tickets and small gifts you’d bought him.
• On special occasions, he’d give you two cards – one he bought, and one he made. You’d always prefer the handmade one.
• You’d surprise him by making your own Spider-Man dress and wearing it to a fancy dress party or on Halloween – “We totally match now! But people still can’t know I’m Spider-Man, okay?”
• He’d help you with your science homework.
• You’d get on really well with Aunt May, and you’d often just sit and chat to her whilst you waited for Peter to come home.
• He’d try to act intimidating in front of other guys so it’s clear you’re his. He’d want to protect you.
• He’d ask you to homecoming by spelling it out on a cake or a pizza.
• He’d sneak notes into your locker all the time. If he had to leave suddenly, he would draw a spider on a piece of paper and put it in there to tell you.
• He’d want to hold your hand everywhere you went.
• You’d sometimes want to go with him if he was needed, and he’d convince you to stay. He’d threaten to tangle you in web if you kept asking.
• He’d sneakily take photos of you when he thought you looked your most beautiful.
• “Have I ever told you that you’re SUPER pretty? Seriously, I could stare at you all day…”
I bet nobody wanted this but I wanted to write it so suck it.
There will be a part 2 to this
Anyway similar to the last chapter MJ is bold instead though, Peter is Italics and Ned is both.
(Warning: Kinda long)
Ok so you used to be homeschooled by your dad (Math and Physics from Tony), history by your father (Steve [Stony is real fight me]), Bruce (Chem and Biology) and Natasha (Languages and Physical Education) and you taught yourself English Language and Literature.
Because of this extended education you were like maybe 8 times smarter than an average student in your age (15 duh) you didn’t even actually need to go to high school but due to lack of social interaction your dad and other dad enrolled you into Midtown.
But you were so awkward you were too shy to even order your own food and every time you were asked what you wanted you’d start stammering and stuttering waaaayyyyy too much and you depended mostly on Steve to help you order.
So Midtown it was, since you were a nerd and your dads figured you’d be better off socializing in nerd school with your fellow nerd peers. BOY WERE THEY WRONG EVERYONE WAS SURPRISINGLY REALLY DUMB EVEN THOUGH YOU WERE A GENIUS SOME OF THE STUDENTS WERE BELOW AVERAGE AND YOU WONDERED HOW THEY EVEN GOT IN
You went under the name of Y/n Rogers instead of Stark because your identity was kept a secret from the outside world and only the Avengers and like only 3 people knew you existed.
So the only thing that Midtown knew was that you were a child of a rich scientist.
Gosh you were so awkward you nearly passed out from embarrassment while asking the receptionist for your schedule. You were so thankful she was so sweet and nice and didn’t embarrass you any further
While you were trying to figure out where all your classes were you looked absolutely lost but everybody ignored you and you didn’t have the guts to ask anyone so you just stood there just shifting awkwardly to avoid being trampled by the bunches of people walking around.
You were very surprised when a girl just grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side. No you literally almost had a cardiac arrest or something
She had brown curly hair pulled back into a low ponytail, pretty brown eyes and wearing monochrome colours. The first thing that popped in your mind was hat she was very pretty.
“Hey I’m Michelle Jones, people call me MJ and you look like someone I’d hang with, I don’t normally do this but I’ll show you around seeing as you’re new; lost and probably a loser like me judging by the Renegades (by Marissa Meyer go read that book and join the fandom) pin.”
Listen this girl— MJ was very abrupt, didn’t even ask you whether you even wanted a tour and your name…gosh she literally had no manners, you loved her.
MJ grabbed the small slip of paper in your hands and looked at your schedule and compared it with hers. You also noticed her glance down at your name in the bottom
“Ok Rogers, looks like we have most subjects together other than Pre-Calculus.”
She showed you around Midtown or like she said Middrown because everybody here nearly died due to homework overload.
She told you where classes were and where your locker was which was sandwiched between hers and a guy named Peter according to her. She also got a piece of paper, scrawled your name on it and stuck it on the locker.
You raised your brow expecting an answer and she told you that if the druggies in school thought that your locker was empty they might hide drugs in your lockers during check-up and that you might get in trouble so before you started personalizing your locker you needed a name sticker for a while. That earned a shocked look from you but you guessed even Nerds do drugs
You stuck with her throughout nearly the entire day and you started gaining more confidence around her showing your very sarcastic, funny and intelligent side.
She admitted that she thought you were going to be really quiet around her and you answered with a snarky “You thought?” which gained a smack on your arm from her telling you to be thankful she decided to save you from the embarrassment of getting extremely lost in Midtown.
MJ found you quiet impressive seeing how smart you were while doodling but still answering the questions the teachers directed at you.
During lunch she got you a Midtown sweater and hoodie that was complimentary to all students.
“Now you are a true Midtowner.”
“Is that a real term here???”
“No”
At lunch she told you to next time bring a packed lunch because the food sucked and she looked kinda surprised when she saw you pull out a brown paper bag with your lunch inside.
“Are you pshycic?”
“No I just figured that all school lunches suck”
“True. I should’ve seen that coming.”
You were a little embarrassed when you found that Steve had packed you Cap shield shaped sandwiches earning a snicker from MJ. You banged your head on the table and explained to her that your dad made you these, she kept on laughing but nodded in understanding.
Now it was your turn to laugh when she pulled out an Iron Man lunch box.
“THAT’S MY DAD YOU GOT THERE ON YOUR LUNCHBOX!”
“WAIT WHAT?!”
“Shit.”
She pulled out her sandwich from inside the lunchbox and stuffed the lunchbox back in her bag while waiting for you to give an explanation.
Of course you have an explanation of how your parents were widely known superheroes and that you were biologically only Tony’s daughter and that your mother had abandoned you but that’s a story for another time. (I’m sorry if your mother or parent actually left you but please know that it was never your fault and that it was fate and it’s their loss for leaving such a wonderful and beautiful creature like you)
You expected her to be shocked but she only responded with a blunt “So wait, iron-man and Captain America are gay for each other?”
“To put it frankly, yeah.”
While you were discussing favorite books and book reccomendations, MJ pointed out that two boys who were her friends a table next to you were staring at you.
You snuck a glance at them and saw two guys, one short with a goofy smile and kind features and another one, slightly taller with curly chestnut hair and you couldn’t really determine his eye colour due to your sneaky glance but he looked kinda cute from your view.
MJ called them out and you snickered when she called them “brainless losers” and to “get their scaredy cat asses to your table”
They shyly carried their trays and made their way to your table. The short and kind looking one introduced himself as Ned while the cute one with curly hair introduced himself as Peter. Gosh he was so much cuter up close. (You determined his eye colour as a deep hazel.)
You introduced yourself as Y/n Rogers not really planning on blowing your identity to everyone in school
“Oh so you’re Y/n your locker is right next to mine right? I saw the note taped on it, me and Ned were wondering who you were.”
“Yup this is her.”
Awkward silence starts
“I like your Snoke sweatshirt.”
“THANK YOU! EVERYONE KEEPS THINKING IT’S DARTH VADER THOSE UNCULTURED SWINES”
You managed to earn a laugh from both Peter and Ned and an amused eyebrow raise from MJ.
After that statement you guys became less awkward and ended up gushing over Han Solo.
You all compared schedules and you had AP Chem, Bio and Physics as well as Craftsmenship with all three of them, Pre Calculus with Peter and Ned which made you relieved, History and Calculus with only MJ and Peter while having Spanish with only Ned and MJ.
When the lunch bell rang you had to go to Pre Calculus with Ned and Peter.
MJ gave you a hug which kinda confused you before she patted you on her back saying “Pre Calculus is somehow worse than Calculus please come back to me with your brains in tact see you in History.”
You went to Pre Calculus and sat behind Peter.
The teacher gave the class a pop quiz making multiple students groan in annoyance.
The test was extremely easy but you found it unfair that they gave you a surprise quiz on the first day.
You decided that you hated the teacher because she only have you 30 minutes to complete a 4 page quiz and you blessed your dad for basically drilling equations in your head and turning you into a living calculator. The teacher also embarrassed all the students by marking the papers immediately and announcing the marks in front of the class.
You felt pity for those who were hiding behind their hands in shame.
You were proud for Peter and Ned because hey both got 96.5% and that was the highest mark so far.
All of the names had been called except yours and your anxiety was kicking in.
“Looks like we have a new student here, who’s Y/n Rogers?”
You raised your hand embarassed and all of the bad thoughts came through your head, had you not checked the last page for more questions? Had you used the wrong formula? Did you carry the 1?
“So you’re her huh?”
“Yea I’m pretty sure I raised my hand.” This made the class laugh and the teacher scowl you smirked a bit before realizing you were probably in big trouble.
“I’m going to let that slide because you got a 100% but next time you have any more of those snarky remarks I’ll be sending you to detention.”
You immediately let out the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding and slumped your shoulders.
“Everyone who got less than a 60% take note of your classmate right here and how prepared she was even while she had only enrolled today. Next time come prepared, I am very disappointed in you as this was a fairly simple test.”
You raised your hand “Excuse me ma’m but might I remind you that I am the daughter of world renown scientist and a mathematician that I have been doing advanced algebra since they were 6 giving me an unfair advantage over these students who I am very sure quiet intelligent as they have managed to even pass the examination entrance in Midtown?”
Part of the class clapped and you felt a little proud of yourself for being confident and defending your fellow classmates.
You got detention. It didn’t really matter to you but your dads were called. Tony probably would give you a fist bump but you’d probably need to explain things to Steve.
You explained your situation to MJ in History but she told you she was always in detention but not because she was trouble but instead to draw people’s distressed faces.
The rest of the day went by fast enough and you had a pretty good day.
In detention you only saw MJ in the detention room and seeing that she was the only one and that classes were over you thought she’d be the only one to be there. That was until something or somebody rammed into your back while you were walking into classroom that detention was in. You fell over and landed on your palms.
“Are you ok?”
“Yea I think I just bruised a bit thanks for asking MJ.”
“I AM SO SORRY! I DIDN’T SEE YOU THERE I AM SO VERY SORRY!! ARE YOU OKAY? DID YOU BREAK ANYTHING? IS YOUR NOSE BROKEN?
You recognized that cute, dorky and slightly high pitched voice and identified your accidental attacker as Peter Parker.
“Yea I’m okay I just told MJ that I probably just got a bit bruised no biggie.”
He was so relieved and apologized a couple of more times.
Detention wasn’t actually that bad and you found that Peter was there because he stood up for you and told the teacher off for giving you detention and you felt your heart physically swell in adoration of this boy.
“Why is your hand on my head?”
“You are the cutest and kindest thing I have ever met and you are so innocent, the world does not deserve you.”
“EW! STOP BEING SO LOVEY DOVEY WITH MY FRIEND PETER!”
In the end you three shared numbers after detention.
As revenge on Peter for knocking you over and while he was heading out you pretended to call your dad to pick you up but jutted your foot out while Peter walked past you to the exit making him stumble and drop his books all over the ground. You bet MJ started recording once she saw your coy smile and the tip of your sneaker peaking out from under the table
“OH YOU ARE SO ON!!!”
This actually ended up turning into a game between you two but that’s for another time
You booked out the exit running into the streets of Queens while an annoyed and amused Peter Parker chased you until you eventually lost him in the crowd.
Getting a text from his number saying “I’m watching you Rogers.”
School was really good for you and you loved it and grateful that your dads had enrolled you and for the friends you had made but now that school was over it was time to suit up for patrol.
Edit:Oh wow so many of you seem to really like it guess part 2 is coming sooner than I thought huh. (Edit: It’s out) Either tomorrow or today then I hope I live through this wish me luck. Also critique and requests would be appreciated thanks although requests might take a while. CAN SOMEONE HELP I LITERALLY CANNOT REPLY TO ANYONE USING THIS ACCOUNT AND I USED MY OTHER ONE hElp ME!!! And also I don’t know how to tag people and also Im afraid hat if I do actually tag I’ll end up forgetting someone and they’d get insulted and people unfollowing so I figured not having a tag list is easier I hope everyone understands.
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