Request: hi! could you possibly write a peter parker imagine where him and the stark!reader have been dating for the past 5+ years and are in their early 20s now, but are still living in the avengers tower and want to move out to have more privacy? if that's not clear enough pls feel free to change stuff up. thanks sm!! 

Your head rose and fell with every breath Peter took. Your arm was sprawled across his stomach and his wrapped around your shoulders, rubbing soft circles on your skin with his fingers. Peter placed a chaste kiss on the top of your head before he cleared his throat.

"We, uh, we should probably talk to your dad." Peter says.

"Yeah," You agree. "I know." Your voice is soft, not holding the usual chipper.

"Hey," Peter moves his shoulder, signaling you to move your head to look at him. "We can stay if you want."

"No, no." You shake your head as you go to fully sit up. "I'm ready." You smile and bend to place a tender kiss on his lips.

"Let's go then." Peter's smile beamed and your heart fluttered while the two of you got out of bed, surely to be hunting your dad down in the living room or in the lab.

Twenty-three. You and Peter are twenty-three and you've been together since you were seventeen. It took you well over a year to convince Tony that you could date Peter. He truly adored the spider-boy but you're his kid. The protective dad side of him was completely against it but didn't have the heart to actually banish the two of you from each other. Tony just became a very large cock block, hell, not even a cock block because all you were trying to do was conversate.

But, then the war happened and your dad changed his mind. You knew he would eventually, especially with how he looked out for Peter but the war really took its impact. He'd sat you down and explained, like him, one day Peter may be up against something a little too big and despite having the latest tech Tony could invent, Peter may not come home. Tony feared what that would do to you but he had the worst black eye you'd ever seen and his head had gashes while he couldn't even close his left hand. You were okay with the risk and your dad gave you and Peter his blessing, of course, happily teasing Peter any chance he got.

But, it worked and then Peter moved into the tower and you two had some bumps but nothing you couldn't smooth over. Now, it's six years later and you both want some privacy. You want to be adults, living on your own and have your own lives away from the Avengers that decided to stay, away from your dad and Pepper and Rhodey. You both wanted to just be with each other. So, it was time to break the news.

"So, dad," You said as you were seated across from him, Peter nervous beside you. "Something I-we wanted to talk to you about."

"If you're preg-"

"NO!" Peter says, eyes wide and terrified. "No, Mr. Stark. No."

"Thank God." Tony sighs in relief, sitting back against the couch. "What is it?"

"We want to move out." You state.

"Move out? Move out of the tower?" Tony's brows rise and he moves his forearms to rest on his thighs, his eyes glancing between you and Peter.

"Yeah." You nod once.

"Why?" Tony asks and as you go to speak he shake his head. "Mr. Parker?"

"Uh, well, uh,-" Peter stammers. "We just...we've been together for six years and we're adults so we want to try on our own." Peter is quiet but his words are rushed.

The very corner of Tony's mouth pulls into what could barely be considered a smile. "And you want this?" He looks back to you.

"Yeah, yeah, I do." You nod and give Peter a loving smile.

Tony sighs, "Alright, but no funny business and I get a key." He sticks his finger up and you can't help but laugh.

"And Pepper and Rhodey and May." You nod.

"Well, we better go apartment hunting then. Can't have you two out looking for yourselves. Who knows what rat infested trap you two would settle for." Tony stands up.

"Y-you're really okay with this, Mr. Stark?" Peter asks.

"I can't stop you but," He looks to you and then back to Peter, seeing the relationship the two of you had formed and love that lies within unsaid words. "At least I know my daughter will be in good hands."