Requested by coffee_addict2005: Y/N and Peter are nineteen. The reader is Clint's daughter and Peter and her are staying at the tower whilst the Avengers are on a mission and they end up getting drunk and hooking up

I walked towards the Avengers' Tower, my overnight bag slung over my body as I walked into the building.

"Hello?" I yelled out, sighing as I got no response. The team must have been on a mission, I figured as I stepped into one of the glass elevators. I was the nineteen-year-old daughter of Clint Barton, more famously known as Hawkeye. Me being the daughter of one of the lead Avengers meant that I spent half of my time at the Tower, which I liked to think of as an escape from my younger sister and brothers. All of the Avengers were like family to me. Well, apart from Peter. We had become friends four years ago, when he had joined the team as a scared fifteen-year-old nerd who didn't know what to do with his new-found abilities. I was proud to say that I had been one of the ones who had helped him through it, due to the fact that we were the same age and so my help had been enlisted by Tony and my dad. But there was more there. Peter was a very attractive guy, and I'd often fantasise about us getting up to no good together. I knew that it would never happen, though, my dad was way too overprotective to ever let Peter hook up with his daughter. I snapped out of it as the elevator doors opened and I stepped out into the kitchen. I couldn't help but smirk and blush as Peter stood there, leaning against the kitchen island with one hand in his sweatpant-pocket and the other holding his phone.

"Hey, Pete." I spoke, making him look up at me as I walked towards him.

"Hey, Y/N. Good to see you." he smiled as he wrapped his arms around my waist in a hug.

"You too. Where's my dad? I'm meant to be staying here tonight." I nodded.

"Farm life getting old, huh?" he smiled.

"The three younger siblings and mom who expects me to help with them don't help either." I chuckled, making his smile widen.

"The team got called out to a mission. They only just left, so it'll probably be another few hours before they're back." he shrugged.

"Urgh, what am I supposed to do around here for a few hours?" I groaned as I hopped up onto the island so that I was sitting next to where Peter was leaning. He looked at me.

"We could always hang out. We are friends, you know." he chuckled as he rested his arm on my thigh. I sighed and looked at him. Yeah. Friends. I looked around the kitchen.

"Where does Tony keep the expensive alcohol?" I asked.

"Not in here. We're underage, remember?" Peter spoke.

"Fuck, you're not one of those, are you?" I sighed.

"I never said no, babe." he smirked. I looked at him.

"Tell me your little secret, Parker." I smiled. His smirk grew and he winked at me, making my heart flutter as he took my hand and gently pulled me off of the counter before pulling me to his room. He shut the door and locked it before going to his bed. My eyes widened as he lifted up his mattress and pulled out a litre bottle of vodka.

"And here's me thinking that you were just some goody-two-shoes superhero." I teased, making Peter smirk and wink at me as we sat down.

"I'm being serious! I'd kill to be on the Avengers!" I exclaimed, Peter laughing his ass off.

"Well, you DO have to kill to be on the team." he teased, making me giggle and shake my head. As soon as Peter had pulled out that bottle of vodka, I had known that things were going to get messy. But surprisingly, I hadn't yet accidentally confessed my real feelings for him. Instead I was just lying on the floor, my head on Peter's lap and his hand playing with my hair as he sat with his back against the end of his bed. And that was after only half a bottle of vodka between us. We were such lightweights.

"Seriously, though. My archery skills are nearly on par with my dad's now, I could do it. It would be awesome, I'd travel the world, get away from mom and my siblings, get to be with you all of the time." I admitted with a shake of my head. Peter's smile dissolved into a smaller one as he looked down at me.

"You'd want to be with me all of the time?" he asked hopefully. I gulped and looked up at him, my numb head not providing me with the filter that I usually had.

"Why not? You're awesome, funny, attractive, kind, smart." I rambled. His eyebrows raised.

"Wow. I'm attractive, am I?" he smirked. I rolled my eyes playfully and sat up, Peter following me with his gaze.

"Yeah, you're attractive, so what?" I scoffed as I tried to downplay what I'd just said.

"Well, for what it's worth, you're attractive too. Fuck me, you're so fucking attractive that it hurts that I can't have you." he admitted, staring into my eyes as he shook his head. My eyes widened slightly at his confession. I turned my body to face him.

"What if you could have me, though, Pete?" I whispered, gulping as we started to move closer towards each other. His smile disappeared as he stared at my lips.

"Then I would have you." he mumbled with a nod. I gulped, wondering who was going to make the first move. My question was answered as Peter suddenly took my face in one hand and pulled me into a hungry kiss. I returned it immediately, holding his face as his hands moved to my waist and pulled me onto his lap. I straddled the boy and wrapped my fingers around the curls at the nape of his neck, making him moan as I deepened the kiss. Our tongues started fighting for dominance, the alcohol-fuelled make-out session now in full swing. I ground my hips down onto his lap, making the boy moan into my mouth again.

"Don't tease me, babe." he warned against my lips. I broke the kiss and smirked at him.

"What are you going to do about it?" I challenged. He returned the smirk before suddenly standing up, making me squeal as he picked me up as he went. He turned around and threw me onto the bed, my body landing with a bounce as he crawled over me. He leant down and rejoined our lips, the kiss just as intense as the first time. I returned the kiss and pulled him as close as I possibly could, heat and lust radiating off of his stunning body as we continued to make-out.

"I can't tell you how long I've waited to do this to you." Peter admitted, making me moan and let my eyes flutter shut as he moved his kisses down to my neck.

"Ditto." I nodded. Peter smirked at my simple return as he bit and nipped at my neck, my back arching into his chest. He sat up and pulled his t-shirt over his head, prompting me to do the same as I sat up and rid myself of the garment. He pushed me back down onto the bed, his large hands gripping my sides as he kissed down the valley of my breasts and to my stomach. I gulped harshly, the feeling of his lips followed by the tip of his nose doing unholy things to me. He got to the hemline of my jeans, his fingers making quick work of the button and zip as he undid them and ripped them down my legs. I bit my lip, trying not to moan as Peter smirked up at me. That cocky little shit, I thought as he pulled my underwear down my legs, making me hiss as the cool air hit my clit. He leant down and immediately licked a strip up my slit, making me suck in a breath.

"The question is...do I tease you...or do I let you have it?" Peter smirked, making me whine as he teased my clit with pussy-cat licks.

"The sooner you let me have it, the sooner I let you fuck me." I nodded. That was all the convincing that the boy needed. His lips attached to my clit, making me moan loudly and arch my back off of the bed as he eagerly ate me out. I reached my hands down to his curls and pulled, making him moan against my sensitive bud as he curled his arms around my legs and held me in place.

"Fuck, Pete!" I cried out, the knot starting to form in my stomach as his tongue licked throughout my folds and his lips sucked on my clit. My mouth fell open, my body not sure how to react to the pleasure that I was feeling. No one had ever made me feel like this before. And I knew how to get the most out of it.

"Babe-fuck, enough foreplay, I want you, please." I begged. Peter smirked, licking my clit once more before removing his mouth from me and starting to kiss back up my body.

"You sure that you can handle me, angel?" he cooed, making me playfully roll my eyes at the arrogant boy as he pulled his sweatpants and boxers off.

"I guess that we're about to see, huh." I returned the teasing. He smirked and nodded before starting to push inside of me, sighs leaving both of our lips as he bottomed out.

"Fuck." I moaned.

"You're so tight, babe, Jesus." he choked, looking in between our bodies as he slowly but surely started to thrust into me. The sounds of moans and our skin slapping together began to radiate off of the walls, making me grateful that the Avengers, and my dad, weren't in the Tower. Peter's thrusts started to speed up, my lip tightly in-between my teeth in an effort to suppress the moans that were desperate to spill out.

"Jesus." Peter moaned, his head in my neck as he nipped and kissed at my skin. Given that we were both still drunk, I didn't think that it would take either of us as long as usual to cum. But that was okay. I was having sex with my crush and that's all that my drunk mind was focusing on in that moment.

"Babe, fuck, I'm close." Peter nodded, making me return it as he continued to pound into me.

"I'm right behind you-Jesus." I moaned as his tip suddenly brushed my g-spot, sending even more waves of pleasure gliding through me.

"Fuck." Peter moaned, his body stilling as he came. I bit my lip, the new warm feeling inside of me enough to help me over the edge. I cried out as I came, my legs shaking around Peter's waist. I puffed out, both of us coming down from our highs as Peter rolled off of me. He looked at me.

"I promise that I usually last longer than that." he chuckled sheepishly. I shook my head and smiled at him as I rested my head and hand on his chest, his arm curling around my waist to pull me closer.

"Don't worry about it, Pete. We're both drunk, cumming sooner is part of drunk sex." I giggled. He smiled and nodded before resting his head on his pillow, both of our eyes fluttering shut as we drifted into sleep.

Pain ran through my body, my head thumping as I slowly came out of sleep. I groaned loudly and started to open my eyes, but they slammed shut again as sunlight streamed into the room. I forced them open, sighing as waves of nausea swept over me. Yup. I was definitely hungover. I looked down, my eyes widening as my naked body was wrapped in crisp white sheets. My sheets in my room weren't white, and I didn't sleep naked. My eyes widened even further as they drifted down to see a muscular arm wrapped around my waist. I looked over my shoulder, my heart thumping loudly in my chest. I gulped, my eyes as wide as they could be as I stared at a sleeping Peter. Who was also naked. Shit.

"What the fuck?!" I exclaimed as I sat up in bed, holding the sheets up so that my naked chest didn't get exposed.

"Fuck, what's with all the shouting? It's too early for shouting." Peter groaned, his eyes scrunching up as he buried his face into the pillow.

"Peter, did we have sex last night?" I gulped. That caught his attention. His eye shot open, the beautiful hazel orb looking at me as he sat up. His eyes widened, mimicking my reaction as he looked down at his naked torso.

"Please tell me that you're not naked under my sheets." he nodded. I sighed and bit my lip as I grabbed my bra and underwear from the floor and put them on so that I could get out of bed.

"Fuck, Clint is going to kill me." Peter groaned, burying his face in his hands. I looked at him.

"Pete, are you insane? My dad can NEVER know about this." I scoffed as I started to get dressed. He looked up at me, his face dropping slightly as he saw me putting my clothes back on.

"You're going already?" he asked, his voice sounding defeated. I sighed and looked at him.

"I can't be caught in here, Pete. I need to get to my room before my dad realises that my bed hasn't been slept in." I shook my head. He nodded and returned the sigh.

"Yeah, that's a good point. So, what are we calling this? A drunken one-night-stand? A one-off hook-up?" he asked. I looked at him and bit my lip. I wanted nothing more than for Peter to make me his. But now wasn't the time to admit that.

"Yeah. Let's call it a one-night-stand." I agreed before looking at my bag.

"Hide my bag for now. I'll figure out a way to come back and get it later, okay?" I asked.

"Yeah." Peter sighed and nodded as he looked down. I bit my lip and looked at the boy. Maybe he also wanted this to be more than what we were forcing it to be. But there would never even be a remote chance of an "us" if my dad caught me in Peter's room, and him naked in bed. I walked up to him, making him look at me.

"Thanks for last night. It was amazing, even if we were drunk." I admitted. He chuckled and nodded, his gaze on my lips.

"Yeah. It was amazing for me too." he spoke. I bit my lip and leant in to kiss him. He returned it, his hand raising to cup my cheek. I broke the kiss and gave him one last small smile before slipping out of his room. I puffed out, trying not to let the tears that were pricking my eyes fall as I shut the door and started to head along the hallway to my room. My eyes widened as my dad turned the corner, his eyes widening slightly as he spotted me.

"Hey, kiddo." he smiled as he walked towards me.

"Hey, dad." I chuckled, now extremely grateful that I'd decided to get dressed instead of leaving Peter's room in just my underwear.

"Your mom said that she'd dropped you off last night, but I thought that you'd gone out with friends or something since I couldn't find you." he chuckled as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"I wouldn't go out, dad. Underage for drinking, remember?" I teased.

"That's my girl." he smiled, making me return it as he kissed my head. I sighed and looked back at Peter's door as my dad walked us away from it, wanting nothing more than to be in his arms right now.