♡ ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕝𝕪:She slipped her hand across the table and smiled her infectious smile, "it's very nice to meet you two" she greeted kindly. Mr.Stark took her hand in his and shook it in a firm but friendly manner as Mr.Parker did the same but more gentle. "Very nice to meet you as well" Peter blew a piece of hair from his face and left a goofy grin to appear trying to charm the small and sensitive girl. She was interested in who this guy was and what type of person he was. ♡

➢"Peter here is actually your age and goes to your school" Tony commented as Morgan lifted her eyebrow in confusion. "Really? I've never seen him around" She looked at Peter as he coughed awkwardly giving little glances at Bailey commenting, "I'm a nerd, I'm not really ever noticed". 

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Bailey felt bad but kept it to herself trying to figure out where she could have seen him during school hours. She chewed on her lip violently as her Bestfriend, her Bestfriends dad, and Mr.Stark started a conversion of their very own about who knows what. "Want to go walk around?" Peter appeared in Baileys sight as she looked at him with soft eyes. "I'd love that, what's your name Parker?" She commented teasingly when she said his last name as he chuckled and walked along with her to the outside garden. 

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"Peter" His name escaped his mouth as Bailey blushed a little biting her lip. "It's weird to see a garden like this on the side of a large building in New York" She commented as he agreed with such ease and sat on a bench in the middle patting the seat next to him. The girl hesitated before slowly sitting down next to the brown haired man as he looked gently at her. "Tell me about yourself" His words formed as Bailey frowned looking down at her hands. "I grew up with my mom and brother, my father passed and my mom blamed everyone for his death. I'm her only way of healing" A tear managed to slip from her eye as it landed softly onto her right hand. She felt the gentle rub of Peters left hand on her back soothing her and his right hand placed onto her hands gently rubbing her fingers. 

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"It's gonna be okay" His words spoke softly to the poor girl as she laid her head on the boys soft shoulder. "Thank you Peter" she choked out as Peter grew speechless not knowing what to do. He was growing to care for the girl but would she feel uncomfortable if he tried anymore to comfort he? Deciding to risk it all he wrapped his arms around her in comfort and safety as she girls eyes dragged down till all you can hear is the heavy breathing coming from Bailey and the crickets in the night. Acknowledging the poor defenseless girl, Peter picked up the girl bridal style and walked inside where the gala was emptying. 

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"Morgan do you happen to know where she lives? I'm gonna take her home" Peter asked as Morgan gave a quick glance and a big grin grew on that girls face. "Here. How cute" She handed him a piece of paper with Baileys address as Peter tried to ignore her comment but letting a blush form onto his cheeks making them warm and his chest go fuzzy. His walk to her house wasn't far and he was very glad to have met a wonderful woman like her. A swift knock at the door led a woman to open the door and look at the man with the woman's daughter in his hands. "Her room is up the stairs and the first door to the right" Baileys mother commented not caring for anything as she kept the door open for him. The woman slipped a cigarette in her mouth for a few seconds before letting the smoke out and into the air. 

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Peter reached the top of the stairs and into the girls room letting her body softly collide with the white pillow and blue comforter. He took off her heels and wrapped her up for warmth as he kissed her forehead for a short period of time shaking his head. 'What was I thinking?' A thought formed into his head as he frowned and got up leaving Baileys house and heading for his own home.➢