Could you do “Let's leave this town behind.” With Petey please🥺🥺(so sorry if I’m late to the blurb night)
– mayhaps loosely inspired by @peterparkeranon –
you furrowed your brow and gritted your teeth, squinting at the desktop hologram hovering above your table. your heavy eyelids drooped as you gripped onto the edge of the table for support, your muscles tensing in fear that you were going to collapse any second. you stifled a yawn as you swiped around on your hologram, blindly reaching for your coffee.
the back of your hand bumped into something hard, and you watched in shock and horror as deep brown coffee spilled all over your papers. it stained your blueprints and your weeks and weeks of planning, soon joined by tears steadily falling down your face.
no, no no no no. this couldn’t be happening.
weeks and months of planning, revising, drawing blueprints and testing things out, down the drain. you sank onto your knees, your head dropping in between your hands. your hands cupped your cheeks, your tears running between your fingers.
ever since your father had died, you’d been the sole heir to stark industries. since you were a child, you knew you were different. you weren’t exceptionally smart like tony, and you weren’t outstandingly heroic like him, either. you were just a regular girl, and you wanted to remain a regular girl. you just weren’t cut out for this stark industries ceo business.
“y/n, babe? i brought you some-” peter paused in the doorway, a takeout bag from your favorite restaurant in his hands. he gently set it down on a table and rushed to your side, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “baby? are you okay?”
you nodded, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. even though you hadn’t inherited your father’s brilliance, the infamous stark pride was present in almost every generation.
peter cupped your jaw gently and turned your face to meet his. “hey, baby, i know it can get overwhelming, and i’m sure it’s hard.” you nodded again, tears swimming in your eyes as you gestured to the coffee stains on your papers.
peter shook his head firmly and pressed soft, sweet kisses to your face. “you didn’t ruin anything. you just need a break, yeah?” he laced his fingers with yours and squeezed your hand. he bit his lip thoughtfully. “a break.” he locked eyes with you, his warm brown ones lighting up in a way that told you he’d just got an idea.
“what is it?” you sniffled, peering at him through your tears.
“you. me. your private jet. disney.”
“c’mon, let’s get up,” peter slowly helped you to your feet, pecking you on the cheek. “let’s leave this town behind, yeah? you deserve a break, angel, you’ve been working so hard, miss ceo.”
you winced as peter wiped away your tears with his thumb. “i don’t deserve that title.”
peter’s expression softened as he wrapped his arms around you. “hey, you do, y/n, okay? even the best of ceos need a break sometimes.” you sighed into his shoulder, melting into his touch. “so what do you say?” he pulled away, looking hopefully into your eyes. “disney?”
you nodded, finally admitting defeat as a slow smile spread across your face. “disney.”
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