P E T E R P A R K E R

PAIRING: Peter Parker x super!Reader

PROMPT: At the Avenger celebration, both Peter and the reader sneak off to have their own private moment. FLUFF!!!!

WORDS: 1035

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The party was in full swing when I arrived.

Peter seemed to be enjoying himself.

In the Spider-Man suit of course.

He was confident, talking to everyone in his exaggerated New Yorker accent.

The most notable was Tony showing him off to everyone like a proud father and Pepper keeping both boys in line like a well put together mother.

I laughed as Tony was trying to call his suit but failed as Pepper kept pushing his arms down preventing him from doing so.

I had a perfect view of everything from the table I sat at.

"Want to dance?" The voice startles me.

I look up to meet Peter's masked covered face with his gloved hand held out to me.

"It's my party, you can't reject me," he states getting a giggle out of me.

"I'd love to," I say grasping his hand.

Upbeat dance music was playing and we both danced not well.

Neither of us were good but it didn't matter.

We were enjoying ourselves.

I pulled my hair out of the updo.

Peter twirled me around in his arms.

It was nice to have a fun moment like this while still being our 'superhero' selves.

Finally he wrapped an arm around my waist.

"Hold on," he says.

I clutch on to him tightly as he swings us to one of the support beams at the top of the banquet hall.

Cheers from below blended in with the music.

I sit on the beam with a large grin.

Peter is crouched down on the beam.

"Want something to eat? Cake?" He asks.

I nodded my head yes.

He jumps off the edge.

I stared at the people down below.

Some were looking up at me in awe.

Probably wondering if I was afraid of being up this high.

The truth was even if I did fall, I wouldn't die.

Instant cell regeneration pretty much protects me from everything.

As long as I didn't hit my head I would be fine.

Peter returned back carrying a plate with a slice of cake, two forks and two drinks.

"Quite the balancing act you got there," I joke as he lands.

He chuckles but it's muffled by his mask.

We shared the cake.

He had his mask pulled up to his nose to eat.

We didn't talk but instead just listened to the party below us.

When we finished I was the one to strike up a conversation.

"So Spider-Man is an Avenger now?" I question.

"You got the new suit," I point out, "and you'll be working more with Tony. So that will be good, or bad. I'm not exactly sure yet."

Peter pushes himself up to sit up straighter.

He slightly smiles at my metaphorical kick at Tony.

"Yeah. Mr.Stark went completely overboard with my suit though. I have now, like, a thousand different web shooter combinations."

"Oh my god," I say in amazement, "why so many?"

He shakes his head.

"I don't know, but I think you'll like this one."

He lifts his wrists up and shoots out some webs.

The webs split apart into multiple little web pieces, almost like snowflakes.

"It's beautiful," I say with a wide smile as I reach out to touch a couple.

From the corner of my eye I could see Peter looking at me.

"You're going to be a real hero now," I say looking back at him.

"Not that you weren't before. You always have helped people and looked out for the little guy but now you are going to be a part of something bigger. I think you're going to be capable of doing great things." My rambling didn't seem to bother him.

"You really believe in me," he states almost in disbelief.

"Of course I do," I say, "I think you're amazing Peter. Both you and Spider-Man." He smiles.

"I think you're amazing too," he replies, "the Invincible Healer and Y/N."

A blush comes across my face and I look down at my lap.

I smile, looking back up at him through my lashes.

Peter leans forward slowly.

He makes sure that this is something that I wanted.

I couldn't see his real eyes but I was sure they were looking down at my lips.

His gloved hand places itself gently on my cheek.

His lips brush against mine shyly.

He was unsure of his actions.

I found it quite adorable.

To save him from the pressure of leading, I press my lips towards his, moving in a steady rhythm.

We pulled away, our breaths quiet compared to the loud room.

I gazed into his mask cover eyes.

I needed to see his entire face.

His hand dropped from my cheek when I look down to the ground.

My eyes met with Happy's. I didn't even need to communicate anything, he just nodded his head and talked to a guy.

Seconds later the lights dimmed down.

I turned my head back to Peter, who seemed worried.

"I just need to—" I mumbled, raising my hands to his face.

I pulled off his mask entirely.

His hair was a disheveled mess but his eyes were a soft warm brown.

Just the kind I needed to see.

I run my hand through his hair.

His eyes close and he takes my hand in his bringing both it and the other one to his shoulders.

He pulls me closer by my waist.

He plants sweet kisses on my lips and cheeks.

I giggle softly at the ticklish feeling with my eyes closed.

"Peter," I say.

He hums in response.

Our noses lightly brush against each other's.

My hands rest on his chest.

"We should probably get back down there," I breathe out, "It's your party after all."

One of his hands runs through my hair and stops on my neck.

He gives me one last peck on the lips.

"Okay," he says with a sigh, "let's go." He put his mask back on.