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prompt: "I'm ready for my mission!"
warnings: none

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iMessage
Today 11:42 am

You
Hey Peter. Could you maybe stop by when you get the chance?

Peter Parker

Sure! Is this about a mission?

You
Something like that...

Peter Parker
Is everything okay, y/n?

Ignoring the message, you started to make your way to the bathroom, hoping to get yourself ready in the ten seconds you had until Peter showed up at the door.

"Why are you rushing?" Tony－your father asked, crossing his arms as he blocked the entrance to the bathroom.

"I invited Peter over, hopefully, to help m- he needed help studying." You replied, hoping that he would take your lame excuse and actually believe it.

He let out a small laugh. "He's like, the smartest kid I know, y/n. I would question you more," he sounded like he was about to interrogate you to the grave. "But I have work to do. You know where to find me if you need anything."

You nodded, letting out a little sigh. "I'm going to die."

Stepping into the bathroom, you swiftly attempted to make yourself merely presentable. Though you had tried numerous times to get the spider boy out of your head, the thought of him always came back to you. Your mind had convinced you to push aside the growing feeling that you had towards Peter, but as cliche as it seemed, your heart had convinced you otherwise. Before you could get yourself too deep in your thinking, a streak of blue and red passed by the small bathroom window.

Before you could even reach the elevator doors, something had tapped your shoulder. Knowing that no one else was in the lounge at the moment, you swung your dominant hand. Things were still too unsteady to take events lightly in the tower.

Instead of your fist coming in contact with an enemy, Peter stood there with his hand on his jaw, a mix of surprise and acceptance on his face. "Oh my God, Peter! I'm so sorry!"

Peter waved it off, making the situation seem like nothing. Ignoring the dismissal of his injury, you lightly grabbed his hand and lead the way towards the kitchen. Upon reaching the fridge, you pulled out a frozen bag of peas; Natasha had used the exact same tactic when you almost had your arm yanked off of you by one of Ultron's (minions) little shits.

"I'm perfectly fine, y/n." Peter let out a laugh, "what's the real reason you called me here?"

You hesitated. Sure, it was the truth when your father said he was the smartest kid he'd ever met, but you felt that you would feel self-conscious with your grades and study habits compared to Peter.

"I-I, uh," You stuttered, trying to look anywhere but Peter's chocolate eyes, "I need a tutor and was wondering if you would help me? Only if th-that's okay with you?"

"I'd love to help you, y/n." Peter responded, his eyes glowing in delight. "I w-would do anything for someone I, uh, like."

You grinned so wide that your thought it wasn't humanly possible. Peter Parker likes you. And it only took a punch to the jaw for him to finally admit his feelings. It wasn't your ideal dream for him to admit what he felt when he had a bag of frozen peas on his jaw, but whatever works.

"You like me?" You questioned, stepping an inch closer to him.

Instead of playing the game that involved the two of you moving an inch before your lips met, he had other ideas. His voice was barely audible, "Indeed."

His arms simply wrapped around your waist and his lips were immediately placed on yours. You were surprised, to say the least. You swiftly kissed back, your arms latching together around his neck.

"You two better stop that before I get in the kitchen." Your father's voice sounded over the intercom. Your soul was crushed. Would he approve of you and Peter? "And it's about time. I've had enough of Peter's loving glances at you
y/n. Treat her well, Parker."

"I will Mr. Stark. I promise I will." Peter whispered, pressing a small kiss on your lips before your father had entered the room. "I promise."

「feel free to vote, comment, and share, loves. It means a lot 💓」

I have a class with one of my guy friends who happens to also be the guy I like and things are really messy wow I'm deceased

ALSO ITS DECEMBER FIRST WHICH MEANS YOU CAN OFFICIALLY LISTEN TO CHRISTMAS MUSIC WITHOUT BEING JUDGED. HELL YEAHHH

-meg ♡