One And The Same (Part 11)
It's short and awful, but I promised.
Pairing: Peter Parker/Spider-Man x Reader
Peter woke to the scent of you filling his nostrils. He buried his nose deeper into your hair and tightened his arms around you. He loved being this close to you. If he could wake up to you every morning of his life, he would be the happiest man on this world and the next.
You stirred in his arms, turning to face him.
"Did I wake you?" Concern laced his voice.
"No, not at all. I was afraid of waking you. I've been avoiding this for the past half hour," you said, leaning into him, and kissing him, deeply.
You felt his hand on your waist slide around to your back, pulling you into him. Then he buried his face in your neck and held you tight. "I love you. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"It's a good thing you don't have to be without me. The unfortunate part is that you're actually stuck with me," you spoke softly.
He looked up and into your eyes."It's an honor to be stuck with you. That's all I'll ever want."
Your lips parted with no planned response, but before you could speak, the door burst open. Peter fell off the bed, and you nearly got whiplash turning to see who had entered.
"Up and at 'em, kids. Parker, I want to see you in fifteen. Happy is outside the door, ready to escort you." With that, Mr. Stark exited the room, closing the door behind him.
You leaned over the side of the bed. Peter looked up at you, his back against the floor. He smiled at you and you both burst into a fit of giggles.
Peter stood and brushed himself off. "Well, I don't really have anything to change into, so I guess I'm ready. Are you? Are you okay to get up?" He held out a hand.
"I... think so? I haven't been given any doctor's orders or anything, and I feel okay." You took his outstretched hand. "Let's go."
Happy was stationed outside the door, as promised. When the two of you exited the room, he turned with a curt, "follow me," which you did. He led you down the hall around a few corners, down some more halls, and up to a set of double doors.
"Y/N, you'll stay here with me. Peter, Tony is waiting just past those doors."
Peter looked at the doors, and back at Happy. "I, uh, okay." He opened the doors and you caught a glimpse of a metallic suit. It didn't quite seem to have the same design as the typical Iron Man suits, but you barely saw it before the door closed.
Happy was silent the whole time, which was simultaneously awkward and ideal. You stood by the wall, waiting for Peter.
Eventually, the doors opened to Peter and Tony. Tony removed his arm from around Peter's shoulder and shook his hand.
"Thank you, Mr. Stark. For everything." Peter said professionally, but you could detect the gushing. Tony Stark was his hero, after all.
"Sure thing, kid. I've arranged a ride home for you two, and we'll be in touch." He started to turn, but paused. "Keep up the good work, kid." Then he turned back to the doors and started through, motioning for Happy to follow, which he did, leaving you and Peter alone.
"What did he say?" You asked, as Peter took your hand in his.
He lead you toward the building exit. "He, uh... he offered me a spot on the team." Peter seemed to truly recognize the fact as he repeated it to you. "He made me a new suit and had a press meeting set up in the next room. At least he said he did. It had to have been a test, though, right? Like, there's no way he'd make me an Avenger. I'm fifteen. I mean... right?"
You weren't sure. Tony Stark was a world renowned wild card, and this would easily fall within his realm of characteristic unpredictability. "I don't know, Pete. I think it would be a loss not to recruit you. But then again, you said it. You are only fifteen."
"I guess I'll never know. Or maybe I will someday?" He shook his head as if to clear it. "I just need to get home and relax after all this chaos."
You agreed. Someone met you out front of the facility and directed you to a car. From there, you were driven a short way to a landing strip, where a small plane was waiting.
"Is this for us? For real? Our own private plane?" Your eyes went wide.
Peter tried to act cool, but you could tell that he was excited, too.
As the two of you settled in, Peter checjed his phone for the first time in nearly a day. "Shit!"
"What?" You leaned in with curious concern.
"I have a million missed calls from May! What am I supposed to tell her? Ive got nothing for this. We've been gone all night! There's no explanation... and you never made it there, so your parents are probably freaked, too!"
Just then, a call came through. Peter answered.
"Hello? Oh! Mr. Stark! Yeah. I don't know. No. Well... oh, okay. Thank you, sir. Okay. Okay, thanks." He hung up, turning to you. "Mr. Stark said he'd take care of everything. I don't know what that means, but I guess we don't have to worry."
You raised an eyebrow. "That was oddly good timing."
"I'll say. Aunt May probably got a hold of him."
"Oof... I don't envy him. She's not exactly his biggest fan."
Peter winced. "Yeah... far from."
When the plane landed, a car was waiting to take you home. It dropped you both off at Peter's. As you walked up the stairs to the apartment, Peter grasped your hand. As you reached the apartment, he stopped and faced you.
"I just... ugh." He pulled you into a long, firm hug. "I'm just so glad you're alive. This has been a crazy 24 hours. It's all just weighing on me, now."
You hugged him back, tightly. "I know. We just need a nice cup of tea, some cup-pies, and a solid movie night."
"That sounds amazing." He pulled back and locked eyes with you. Slowly he leaned in, kissing you softly. When he pulled back, he glanced at the door. "Shall we?"
"I think we're as ready as we'll ever be. How do you think Mr. Stark 'handled it'?"
"I guess there's one way to find out. On three?"
You spoke together. "Three."
Peter opened the door. "May?" He called as you crossed the threshold together.
May raced around the corner... followed closely by your parents. All three embraced you. "Thank God you're okay!"
May turned to face Peter. "Peter Benjamin Parker, you have an awful lot of explaining to do... starting with this." She held up a brown paper bag. Written in sharpie, the face of the bag read "This belongs to you. -TS"
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