Brb. Just going to cry thinking about you and Peter at the annual Stark New Year’s Eve party.(might need to turn this into a full blown fic)
It’s an upscale affair as usual but you and Peter have on the traditional silly hats, glasses, and party horns. As the countdown starts and the first few notes of Auld Lang Syne begin to play out you two begin to sway in time to the tune looking around at your avengers family and Aunt May, then finally back at each other.
There’s a hint of sadness blooming in your chest.The two of you have made so many great memories this year and you can’t possibly imagine it getting any better than this. Peter notices your shift in mood. You get inside your own head too much sometimes and he can tell this is one of those moments. He always does somehow. He softly tilts your chin upward until you’re brought back to the present at the sight of those sweet brown eyes that let you know everything will be okay just in time for the perfect midnight kiss.
Bringing this back for New Years❤️🕷️

















