~Six months later~

I walked into the training room of the Avengers' compound and my eyes widened slightly as I saw him. The one called Peter. I hadn't seen him since I had beaten his ass in Germany, and that had been about half a year ago. He hadn't noticed me yet, he was too absorbed in whatever Tony was showing him to pay attention to me.

"Y/N, nice of you to join us." Tony spoke, making Peter look at me. His eyes widened slightly and a slight red dusting crept over his cheeks as he saw that I was only in a sports bra and leggings.

"I was told that it was compulsory." I shrugged.

"Who told you that?" he asked.

"Steve. Are you telling me that I didn't even have to be here? I'm out." I scoffed, turning to leave.

"No, no, now that you're here, you can help Peter here train." Tony smiled, making Peter look at him as Tony patted his shoulder.

"Um, Mr Stark, I-I don't think I need to train-."

"Course you do, and Y/N will help you, she's used to it, aren't you?" he smiled as he walked towards me.

"Tony, he's just a kid." I scoffed, pointing my hand out to gesture to him.

"So are you." He shrugged before leaving. I rolled my eyes before looking back at Peter, who was stood there, awkwardly playing with his fingers.

"How do you usually train?" I asked as I walked towards him. He looked at me.

"I don't." he shook his head.

"Sorry, you want to be part of the Avengers, and you don't train?" I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Well, I guess technically I do, I patrol Queens when I get in from school. That gives me enough, I guess." He shrugged, smiling at me. I looked at him, the innocence in his smile pissing me off slightly, but also making my dislike for him fade away at the same time. Maybe all of the bad experiences in my life had turned me sour against those of the same age who hadn't had it as bad as me.

"You know how to fight?" I asked, raising my fists.

"Y-yeah, of course, but I mainly use my webs." He nodded, showing me the contraptions strapped to his wrists. I shook my head and walked forwards, taking his wrist and taking the contraption off.

"What are you doing?" he scoffed as I took the other one off and chucked both of them onto the table.

"What if you run out of your webs? You need to learn how to fight as Peter, not as Spiderman." I spoke.

"I do know how to fight as Peter." He spoke.

"Show me, then, put them up." I replied, raising my fists again. He sighed and did the same, his fists in front of his face. He gulped before swinging his fist, making the first move. I leant my body to the side, making his fist miss me as I drove mine out. I caught him in the jaw, making him groan as his head turned as a result of the impact.

"You good?" I asked, raising my hands again as he put a finger to his bleeding lip.

"Yup." He nodded before raising his fists again.

"Atta boy." I smiled, making him laugh quietly as I swung my leg out, aiming to kick him in the face. My eyes widened slightly as he caught my foot before pushing it away from his face, making me stumble back slightly.

"Nice catch. But your reflexes still need to be quicker." I nodded before quickly dropping into a crouch and swinging my leg out. My foot caught Peter's legs, making him groan as he fell down onto the mats and I straddled him, keeping him pinned down.

"You're pinned down like this by the bad guy, except that he's a six-foot-seven giant who weighs as much as a car, not a five-four girl who weighs a hundred pounds, and no one else is here, what do you do?" I asked.

"Easy, web shooters." He shrugged. I scoffed before taking his wrist and showing him the lack of contraption against his skin.

"No web shooters. Or," I spoke as I pinned both of his wrists above his head.

"They have you pinned down like this. What do you do?" I asked, trying not to focus on the fact that our chests were pressed together, something I knew that Peter had also noticed by the way his cheeks were turning red. Suddenly, his lips curled into a smile.

"I do this." He spoke before driving his leg into my ass. I gasped as the action made me flip over him, making me groan as I landed on the mat on my back. Before I could comprehend what was happening, Peter straddled me and pinned my arms above my head, just like I had done a moment before.

"You're pinned down like this by the bad guy. What do you do?" he smiled, teasing me with my own words. I couldn't help but chuckle and look up at him.

"That was a good move." I nodded.

"Thanks." He chuckled.

"Are you two for real?" we both turned our heads to the source of the noise and I groaned as Sam stood there, smirking his ass off.

"Peter, you're a gentleman, you should have at least asked her to dinner first." He teased our compromising position, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Sam, go fuck yourself." I groaned, Peter going bright red as his grip on my wrists loosened, allowing me to move from underneath him. I stood up and headed towards the entrance, too embarrassed about the butterflies in my stomach to look or talk to either Peter or Sam as I left the training room.

Peter's P.O.V

Y/N's foot caught Peter's legs, making him groan as he fell down onto the mats and she straddled him again, keeping him pinned down. His eyes widened slightly and he gulped, his heart pounding through his chest as he was being straddled by his crush. Not that she knew that.

"You're pinned down like this by the bad guy, except that he's a six-foot-seven giant who weighs as much as a car, not a five-four girl who weighs seventy pounds, and no one else is here, what do you do?" she asked.

"Easy, web shooters." He shrugged, trying to impress her. He knew that he had failed when Y/N scoffed and took his wrist, showing him the lack of contraption against his skin.

"No web shooters. Or," she spoke as she pinned both of his wrists above his head.

"They have you pinned down like this. What do you do?" she asked. Peter gulped, trying not to focus on the fact that their chests were pressed together, something that he hoped Y/N hadn't noticed as his cheeks started to burn. Suddenly, his lips curled into a smile as he got an idea.

"I do this." He spoke before driving his leg into her ass. She gasped as the action made her flip over him. Peter heard her groan as she landed on her back on the mat. Peter gulped, suddenly getting a surge of confidence as he straddled Y/N and pinned her wrists above her head, just like she had done a moment before.

"You're pinned down like this by the bad guy. What do you do?" he smiled, teasing her with her own words. She chuckled and looked up at him.

"That was a good move." she nodded.

"Thanks." He chuckled, butterflies fluttering in his stomach at her compliment.

"Are you two for real?" they turned their heads to the source of the noise and Y/N groaned as Sam stood there, smirking his ass off.

"Peter, you're a gentleman, you should have at least asked her to dinner first." He teased, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Sam, go fuck yourself." Y/N groaned, Peter going bright red as his grip on her wrists loosened, allowing her to move from underneath him. She stood up and headed straight towards the entrance, not even looking at either of them as she left. Peter sighed, rolling onto his back and stretching his arms out across the mat as he stared at the ceiling.

"You're whipped, dude." He looked at Sam.

"What?" he scoffed, propping himself up on his elbows.

"You like her." Sam nodded. Peter groaned and sat up properly, resting his arms on his propped-up knees.

"That obvious, huh?" he winced.

"Don't worry, dude, Y/N hasn't noticed. I love her like a daughter, but her emotional range is worse than Tony's. She can't see hints that would be clear to others." He reassured.

"Why is she like that?" Peter asked, looking at Sam, who sighed and leant against the wall.

"She's been through a lot, dude, for a seventeen-year-old. Her parents were scientists who worked for Tony, one of their experiments went horribly wrong and she was in the room, hence her super-strength, and then both of them died in Loki's invasion of New York. Tony became like a father figure to her and Nat became like her mom, but by then, it was too late for her. She was fucked." He shrugged. Peter sighed and looked down, suddenly feeling horrible for her.

"I know what you're thinking, and she doesn't hate you." Peter's eyes widened and he looked back at Sam.

"Pfft, I never thought that, what?" he laughed nervously.

"Kid, you're an open book." Sam chuckled. Peter sighed.

"She doesn't hate you, kid. She just needs time. She's one of those stubborn-ass people who has this hard exterior, but actually wants nothing more than for someone to break down their walls. I think she wants you to do that." Sam nodded.

"How do you know?" Peter asked.

"I'll put it this way. If she had an issue with you being on top of her right there, she would have kicked you between your legs and gotten you off of her. She knows how to look after herself, and she would have done if she wasn't okay with that." He nodded. Peter bit his lip, liking the idea.

"If you really think that I might have a shot, I'll go talk to her." He spoke.

"I really think you have a shot, kid." Sam reassured. Peter smiled and nodded as he stood up and headed towards the door.

"Wish me luck." He smiled.

"Good luck, Pete. But keep the door open." He teased, making Peter blush harshly as he left the training room.