Requested by: CrazyCatTeen35: What about a Peter Parker one shot where the reader's parents don't like Peter because he's always working as an Avenger and is always gone. They want to split him and the reader up, so Peter wants to prove himself worthy of their daughter

"I need to go, babe." Peter sighed as we lay on my sofa, my body on top of his.

"No." I groaned loudly into his chest, making him chuckle and look at me.

"Mr Stark is expecting me at the compound in an hour. And considering that I was an idiot who forgot to bring clothes with me, I need to go home and change." He spoke, making me sigh as he sat up and gently eased me off of him before standing up. I huffed out and looked at him.

"It wouldn't be an issue if we moved in together." I stated. He sighed and looked at me.

"I know, babe, but your parents don't like me enough yet for that to happen. The logical step after moving in is always engagement, there's no way that your dad would give me his blessing with my current relationship with them." He scoffed and shook his head.

"You don't need my dad's blessing to marry me, I'm a grown woman who doesn't need my dad's permission to marry my boyfriend." I retorted as I stood up.

"I know, but I also know that you like tradition." He nodded.

"True. But in their defence, they don't like you because you've missed the last three chances to meet them." I spoke.

"And you know why that is, angel. You also know that I can't tell them. How would they react when their daughter's boyfriend, who they already don't like, tells them that he's an Avengers and risks his life daily for his job?" he scoffed. I sighed and looked down.

"True." I mumbled. Peter returned my sigh and gently took my hands into his, making me look back up at him.

"Tonight will be different, okay? Mr Stark has given me permission to end my patrol an hour earlier so that I'll definitely be on time. Tonight is the night." He reassured. I bit my lip.

"Make sure that you're there. I don't know how many more chances my parents are going to give you. And I don't want them hating my future husband." I nodded. He returned it and gave me a small smile before leaning down and pecking my lips. I returned it before he pulled away and opened my door.

"I promise that I'll be there tonight. Even if it means letting a criminal escape, I'll be there." He teased, making me chuckle and shake my head.

"See you tonight, Pete." I nodded. He returned it and blew me a kiss before leaving my apartment. I sighed and bit my lip, sitting back down on the sofa as I looked down at my hands. I knew that it wasn't Peter's fault, but I knew that he wouldn't keep his promise of being able to make dinner tonight. And the issue was that I couldn't tell my parents the real reason, so they had started to view Peter as some unreliable asshole who kept standing their daughter up. I sighed again, wiping away the tear that had fallen as I turned on the TV in an effort to distract myself.

I sat in the restaurant, waiting for Peter as I sat there with my parents. I looked down at my phone, the numbers showing that he was an hour late.

"Y/N, honey, maybe we should just order. He's clearly not coming." Mum scoffed. I looked up at them.

"No, he'll be here, we just need to wait." I returned the scoff.

"We've been waiting for an hour. This is just like every other time. Nothing changes with this jackass." My dad mumbled.

"Dad, don't talk about Peter like that, he's not a jackass. He has his reasons for being late." I spat.

"And how come you're never able to tell us the reason? Do you have one of those relationships where you can see other people or something? Is he with another girl?" he asked. My eyes widened.

"Jesus, dad, of course he isn't! just give him time!" I exclaimed. My parents sighed and looked at each other.

"Y/N, sweetheart, we knew that he wasn't going to show up. And so we need to talk to you." Mum nodded.

"About what?" I sighed, already tired of the situation as I rested my head against my hand.

"We think that it's about time that you break up with Peter." My dad admitted. My eyes widened and I sat back up straight.

"What?" I scoffed.

"Honey, this is the fourth time in three years that we've tried to formally meet him, and every single time, he's failed to show up. This isn't how you treat someone that you love, you deserve better." She shook her head.

"Mum, no. He's the one for me, and I'm the one for him. He has his reasons for not showing up, he has work, you just have to trust me on this." I choked and shook my head.

"I'm sorry, but we don't, Y/N. What happens if you get pregnant? Is he going to leave you as soon as you end up in a situation where he needs to show even a sense of responsibility?" my dad scoffed. I shook my head, tears leaving my eyes.

"He's not the type of guy to get me pregnant and then bounce, dad." I spat.

"Well, I'm sorry, but our experience tells us otherwise." He nodded. I scoffed and shook my head as I stood up, grabbing my stuff as I did.

"Honey, don't leave." Mum sighed.

"I'm not going to sit here and continue to listen to you two talking shit about my boyfriend. He's the best guy that I've ever met, and he's the one for me. There's a reason why he always does this. If you actually gave him a chance, maybe he'd trust you enough to let you know that reason." I nodded before walking away from the table.

Tears streamed down my face as I hammered my fist against Peter's apartment door. It opened, making Peter's eyes widen as I rushed past him and into the apartment.

"Angel, I'm so sorry-."

"My parents tried to convince me to break up with you." I blurted out as I turned around to face him. His eyes widened, his bruised eye and cut cheek telling me that he'd had a tough patrol.

"What?" he scoffed. I choked and shook my head, my legs giving way and forcing me to sit on the sofa as tears started streaming from my eyes.

"Hey, hey, it's okay." He reassured as he rushed to me.

"No it's not, Peter. I know that it's your job, and I know that it's important to you, but this is fucking bad. You've missed dinner so many times now that my parents don't trust you not to leave if I get pregnant." I admitted. His eyes widened.

"They said that?" he gulped.

"Yes. They don't think that you're reliable enough to be in a relationship with, let alone get married to and start a family with." I choked. He sighed, a tear leaving his own eye as he sat next to me on the sofa and pulled me into his body.

"I'm so sorry, babe. I'll fix this, I promise." He reassured.

"How, Peter? Because I love you, but this is getting too much. I can't continue talking you up to my parents, only to be let down!" I cried. Peter sighed and nodded as he gently stroked my hair.

"I know, babe, and I'm so sorry. I'll figure something out-." His eyes widened as he stopped talking, making me look up at him.

"What is it?" I sniffed. He gulped and looked down at me.

"Invite your parents to dinner again tomorrow night." He gulped. My eyes widened and I sat up.

"Are you fucking kidding? Just so that they can force me to break up with you instead of just suggesting that I do? Peter, what the fuck?" I scoffed.

"I have a way to convince them, I just need you to set it up for me. I need you to trust me." He nodded. I scoffed again and shook my head.

"Peter, you've said that for the last four dinners, and yet here we are-."

"I mean it this time, I swear on our relationship. Set up dinner with your parents and I'll handle the rest. I promise that it'll be worth it." He reassured as he gently took my face in his hands. I sighed and looked at him.

"Okay, Pete. But you need to do this. You can't lose track of time on your patrol, you can't let Mr Stark talk you into staying late. You need to show up." I stated. He nodded and gulped.

"I will, I promise. I love you too much for this to happen again." He spoke. I sighed and nodded before leaning in and gently kissing him.

I sat in the restaurant, waiting for Peter and my parents to show up. I gulped and played with my glass as I waited. I couldn't believe that I was so nervous, but this had to work. One more missed dinner with my parents was all it would now take for my parents to never give Peter a chance again. Yeah. This had to work. I looked up and forced a smile onto my lips as my parents walked towards the table.

"Y/N, we didn't raise you to be naïve enough to give someone who keeps letting you down this many chances." My dad sighed as I stood up and hugged them.

"He doesn't let me down, dad. This is happening. I hope." I spoke, though mumbling the last bit under my breath.

"We really hope that you're right, sweetheart, but we just don't know anymore." Mum sighed as we all sat down. I returned it and bit my lip. Suddenly, I saw someone walk in. I looked up, a choke leaving my lips as Peter walked into the restaurant, his hair styled and his body clad in his favourite suit.

"Well, you know now. He's here." I stated, making my parents look behind them and at Peter as I stood up.

"Hey, babe, I'm so sorry that I'm late." He chuckled nervously as he wrapped an arm around my waist and pecked my lips.

"All that matters is that you're here." I reassured, making him give me another nervous smile as he sat down next to me.

"It's amazing to finally meet you, Mr and Mrs Y/L/N." Peter smiled as he extended his hand across the table.

"Is it? Because you've missed the last four opportunities." My dad spoke bluntly.

"Dad!" I hissed.

"No, it's okay, I understand. You're right, I haven't been great with meeting you, and I greatly apologise for that." He nodded as he withdraw his hand.

"Do we finally get to know the real reason why?" my dad responded.

"Yes, actually. My boss finally gave me permission to disclose what I do for a living, which will explain why I can never make these dinners." He nodded. I looked at him.

"Did he really?" I scoffed, knowing what Tony was like.

"What kind of job requires your boss having to give you permission to tell your girlfriend's parents what you do?" my dad scoffed.

"Well, I work for Stark Industries. I'm one of Mr Stark's right-hand men." Peter admitted. My parents eyes widened and I looked down in an attempt to hide my smirk. Very clever, Peter, I thought as I looked back up.

"You don't work for Stark Industries. That's amazing!" mum laughed.

"Yes, ma'am, it is. But as you can imagine, as nice as it is working for Mr Stark, the job involves a lot of late nights that I'm often not made aware about until fifteen minutes beforehand. It was never my intention to skip out on those dinners, of course it wasn't. I love your daughter, so much. Which leads me onto my proof that I will always be here for her." He nodded before taking something out of his pocket. He placed the small black box onto the table, making my eyes widen and my mum gasp.

"Pete, that's not what I think it is." I gulped.

"Yeah, it is." He smiled, making me laugh and start to cry as he opened the box to reveal a stunning engagement ring.

"You really expect me to give you my blessing to marry my daughter, after only five minutes of having an excuse for why you always bail?" my dad scoffed. I clenched my jaw and looked at him.

"No, sir. I had no plans to ask for your blessing because Y/N is her own person who is capable of making her own decisions. But this is my way of proving to her, and you, that I'm in this relationship for life. I know that I haven't been reliable in this aspect, but I can assure that that has been the only time where I have failed to be there for Y/N. Apart from that, I've never left her side for the past three years. And if she says yes, which I hope that she will, I'll never leave her side again. I'm here to stay." He spoke as he looked at me. I bit my lip, tears streaming down my face as I stared at the ring.

"Yes, Peter. Yes, I'll marry you." I choked. Peter returned it, a tear leaving his eye as he leant forward and pressed our lips together. I returned it, smiling into the kiss. I broke it and laughed, making Peter return it as he gently took the ring out of the box before taking my hand. I choked again as he slid it on, the beautiful ring fitting perfectly around my finger.

"Oh, babe, it's perfect." I nodded, making him bite his lip and return it before looking at my parents.

"Is that enough proof that I'm not going to leave your daughter? Because when I say that she's the love of my life, I mean it." He choked and shook his head. I bit my lip, my heart almost pounding through my chest in anticipation for what my parents would say. My dad stood up, making both Peter and I gulp as he walked around the table to Peter's chair.

"Stand up, kid." He nodded. Peter gulped again as he stood up. My dad reached out his hand, making Peter sigh in relief as he shook it.

"Welcome to the family." My dad smiled.

"Thank you, sir. I won't let your daughter down." He promised before sitting back down and joining our lips together again.