summary: what happens when Y/N Stark attends the same school as Peter, unaware that he is Spider-Man?
➜ pairing: Peter Parker (MCU) x fem! stark! reader
➜ warnings: fluff, KISSING, and mentions of smut BUT no actual smut.
a/n: this is my first fic so, this might not be the best, and the character named ‘Tessa’, she is the blonde girl who first gave her opinion on fmk, I gave her a name because she is considered a background character. (this will be taking place in the homecoming era and, Tony has barely taken peter in)….. ENJOY!
Spiderman, a person you had been very openly fond of, some of your friends had been playing a game you were familiar with in P.E., that game being the infamous yet childish game ‘Fuck, Marry, Kill’. I mean who doesn’t know that game? But you, on the other hand, had been so distracted by thinking about Spiderman. Sure, your dad had worked with the Avengers, which is a big deal, but all you had on your mind was Spiderman. You tried to imagine how he would look under that mask just for a moment. Until.
“Y/n, you still there?” Tessa says shaking your shoulder a little, awakening you out your thoughts “huh?” “we’re playing fuck marry kill, remember?” Tessa slightly furrows her eyebrows at you “of course, I was just a bit distracted, but that’s besides the point go on.” You encouraged Tessa “okay, now see for me it would be fuck Thor, marry iron man-” “GROSS” you cut Tessa off then start fake gagging “MARRY IRON MAN, and kill hulk” Tessa cut back into where she left off probably just to annoy you. “Well what about the Spiderman?” You question.
Little did you know just by saying that, you caught someone eye, but it wasn’t Spiderman, it was instead Peter Parker so it didn’t matter right?“I mean doesn’t it give you guys a thrill to crush on someone not knowing how they look” you explained “you don’t even know what he looks like, what if he’s like seriously burnt” one of Liz’s friends teased “bitch, don't tell me you have a mask kink” Liz asked “I don’t have any kinks, or at least i don't think so, but thats besides the point, come on guys hear me out on this” you claimed “yeah i don’t know if I can hear you out on this one y/n, like you literally get to stay in the avengers compound filled with the most hottest men in our time yet you pick the Spiderman” Tessa tries stating the facts, which don’t appeal to you.
“Okay, but you guys have to take a good look at him, like his abs, phenomenal, his everything simply amazing, and don’t even get me started on what he’s probably hiding down there”you try to persuade your friends.
But are quickly cut off by Tessa “yeah okay, lets change the topic” Tessa insists “uhm, sure totally” you add on. “Lets talk about Spiderman?” You mumbled lowly or so you thought because all of your friends head slowly turn to you “i’m joking” you say putting your hands up in surrender.
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P.E. ended and the hallways were buzzing with that familiar chaos only high school could deliver—the constant slam of lockers, random shouts echoing down the corridors, and the unmistakable squeak of sneakers scraping against the linoleum floor. Somewhere in the distance, a group of juniors was probably arguing over something dumb, like who stole whose pencil or who got the better grade on the last test. It was all part of the soundtrack that made Midtown High feel like both home and a mild form of torture.
You hugged your binder tighter against her chest as you walked side-by-side with MJ. While you scanned the crowd, trying to dodge the usual traffic of rushing students, MJ’s attention was split between keeping pace and absently flipping through the pages of her sketchbook. Her expressions were calm, almost bored, but there was that subtle spark in her eyes that told anyone paying close enough attention she was mentally filing away everything she saw.
“I swear,” you muttered, “if Mr. Harrington makes us sit through another safety video, I’m out. Dropping chemistry and probably school while I’m at it. I’m not even playing.”
MJ didn’t look up from her sketchbook. Her voice was flat but dripping with sarcasm. “You say that like you’ve ever actually followed a safety rule in your life.”
You shot her a pointed look, eyebrows raised. “Okay, rude. That was one time. And it was literally just baking soda—”
MJ cut her off mid-sentence, flipping the page like your explanation wasn’t worth listening to. “You made a whole mini volcano in the lab sink. With fire. Do you remember that?”
Your grin spread wide, proud of the chaos you caused. “Yeah, but it worked, didn’t it? I mean, come on—that was science.”
MJ raised an unimpressed brow. “You also almost set Flash’s hoodie on fire, and I’m not sure whether to be amused or terrified. But hey, whatever floats your boat.”
You laughed. You both approached the Chemistry classroom door, and MJ suddenly slowed, her gaze locking onto the small window set into the door. She let out a heavy sigh like she was about to march into enemy territory.
“Ugh,” MJ muttered, sounding like she was gearing up for battle. “You ever notice Peter’s always gone when something in here goes sideways? Like the second the class turns into a disaster zone, he disappears.”
You shrugged, peering through the glass herself. “He’s probably just lucky. Or maybe he’s really good at ducking explosions.” Your state confused from the sudden topic change.
MJ snorted softly. “Or maybe there’s more to that luck than we realize. What if he’s hiding something?”
You chuckled, bumping MJ’s shoulder playfully. “Okay, conspiracy queen. What’s next? You gonna tell me he’s Spider-Man?”
MJ didn’t smile. Instead, she gave her friend a look so serious it was almost chilling. “…Wouldn’t be the worst theory I’ve heard this week.”
You blinked, caught off guard. “MJ, no. Please. You can’t just say that like it’s normal.”
MJ turned to her, deadpan. “I can and I will.”
You raised her hands in mock surrender. “‘I can and I will’—you, sound like the villain in a YA novel.”
MJ shrugged, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “Maybe I am.”
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The second the last bell rings, you’re done. Your backpack feels like it gained ten pounds throughout the day, your feet are screaming, and the noise in the hallway is giving you a migraine in slow motion. If one more person yells across the lockers like they’re in a sports arena, you might actually snap.
You make your way through the crowd of students spilling out the front doors of Midtown High, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands as the breeze hits you just right — cool and sharp. The sun’s already dipping behind the taller buildings, throwing long shadows across the sidewalk. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you don’t even need to check the name.
“Outside.”
Of course he is.
When you hit the curb, you spot the black Audi parked across the drop-off lane like it owns the road — smooth, polished, and completely out of place between the yellow school buses and dented family minivans. You can already hear whispers: “Wait, is that Stark’s car?” Someone’s filming it on their phone like this is TMZ.
You pull the door open, climb in, and let the door shut behind you. The smell of leather and overpriced cologne wraps around you instantly — the exact scent that always lingers in your dad’s office, like money and metal and something faintly burning.
Tony Stark is in the driver’s seat, of course. Wearing sunglasses even though the sun’s nearly gone. Classic.
“Well,” he says, glancing over at you with that signature Stark smirk, “you survived another day in teenage purgatory. I’m impressed.”
“Barely,” you mutter, dropping your bag between the seats and pulling on your seatbelt. “Pretty sure the cafeteria pizza tried to kill me.”
He snorts. “Sounds like high school’s still thriving.”
The car glides away from the curb, quiet and smooth like it doesn’t even know what a speed bump is. You lean your head back for just a second, soaking in the silence — until he speaks again, casually, which is never a good sign.
“So listen,” he says, one hand on the wheel, “I’m making a quick stop after I drop you off.”
You crack one eye open. “Where?”
“Queens.”
Your head lifts off the headrest a little. “What’s in Queens?”
He glances at you, all nonchalant like this isn’t about to be weird. “Just a kid I’ve been tracking. Think it’s time to pull him into the big leagues.”
You blink. “Tracking?”
Tony’s mouth twitches like he’s barely holding back a grin. “He’s good. Real good. Quick, clever, solid instincts. I’ve been watching him for a while. He’s young, but the potential’s insane. I’m sure you seen him before, the spider kid swinging around in red spandex’s ”
“Wait,” you say slowly, you instantly knew who your dad was talking about. “You’re going to pick him up?”
He shrugs. “I figure it’s time. Get him to the compound. Suit him up. Introduce him to some real structure.”
You stare. “You’re bringing some random kid to the Avengers compound like it’s bring your child to work day?”
“Please. I’ve run background, surveillance, analytics — I’ve got more data on this kid than I do on most world leaders. I practically know what he’s dreaming about at night.”
Your eyebrows scrunch. “So you’re just gonna pull him out of his home, throw him in a suit, and call it a day?”
“This is easing him in,” he says. “You should’ve seen the onboarding process for Captain America. Glacier, punching, frozen for seventy years. Very dramatic.”
You groan and pull your sleeves over your hands tighter. “You are the most dramatic person I know.”
“Says the girl who once made national news because of a lab experiment.”
“That was not my fault.”
“Never is,” he mutters with a small smile. He flips on the blinker as he turns onto a quieter street. “Anyway. I’ll be home in like twenty. Try not to blow anything up while I go play superhero Uber.”
You glance out the window, his words still bouncing around in your head. Some kid from Queens. Smart. Quick. Around your age.
The thought should be simple, but something about it sticks — like there’s a piece of the puzzle floating just out of reach, maybe it was the person behind the mask you were longing to know.
But you just shake it off.
“Don’t scare him,” you say, grabbing your backpack while stepping out the car.
“No promises,” he says, grinning as he changes lanes.
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After Tony dropped you off, the compound was dead quiet.
You spent the first hour doing absolutely nothing productive. Walked through the hangar. Raided the kitchen. Tried (and failed) to convince Friday to give you the passcode to the prototype lab. It wasn’t that you were bored — okay, you were bored — but the quiet made it worse. The halls echoed. The tech buzzed too loudly. Even the sunlight spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows felt… still.
So, naturally, you ended up on the lounge couch, stretched out with your phone halfway on your face, scrolling through nonsense and pretending you didn’t keep glancing at the front entrance like something interesting might happen.
You’re halfway through your millionth scroll through your phone when the glass doors hiss open.
You don’t sit up right away — just glance toward the noise, expecting an agent, maybe even Tony himself.
But it’s both. Kinda.
Tony’s voice echoes into the room like always. Loud. Unbothered. “Y/N!”
You groan without looking. “You ever heard of texting?”
“Not as dramatic,” he says easily, footsteps getting closer. “Besides, I brought company.”
That makes you sit up.
Trailing behind him is a boy you’ve never seen before. Brown hair, a hoodie that looks like it’s been through a few years too many, backpack hanging off one shoulder. He walks like he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to breathe too loud in here.
You blink. He’s definitely your age. Maybe a little younger. Definitely nervous.
He stops cold when he sees you. Like full freeze, mouth halfway open, eyes locked like he wasn’t expecting you to be standing in the middle of this high-tech fortress.
Tony keeps moving, unbothered. “Parker, this is Y/N. Y/N, Parker.”
You tilt your head. “…Parker?” You hung out with Peter time to time because MJ would sit and talk with him and his other friend Ned.
The boy swallows like his throat’s dry. “Uh—yeah. Peter.”
You nod, eyes narrowing slightly. “Right.”
Tony claps his hands. “Cool. Ice broken. I’ll be back after a call or two — maybe make sure he doesn’t blow something up while I’m gone?”
And just like that, he’s gone.
Now it’s just the two of you.
You raise your eyebrows as Peter awkwardly shifts his weight, still standing near the entryway like he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to sit.
“This isn’t a job interview y’know?” you ask. “Take a seat next to me.”
He lets out a breathy laugh and steps forward, finally dropping his backpack onto the couch as he sits down. You sit too, but you’re watching him — not in a rude way, just… curious. Trying to figure him out.
He glances around the room, jaw slightly slack. “This place is insane.”
“Alright,” you say, voice calm but pointed, “cut the crap.”
Peter flinches like you just threw something at him. “What?”
“You were doing sit-ups with Ned,” you start, tone sharp but casual, “on the gym floor, maybe five feet away from the bleachers. You remember that?”
He pauses. Blinks. “Uhh… kinda?”
You lean in slightly. “Mmhmm. And while you were definitely not paying attention to anything except your perfect form or whatever, I happened to say something. Something about Spider-Man.”
His face goes pale immediately. “Oh—uh”
“Yup,” you say.
You don’t break eye contact. Not once.
“You were right there,” you continue, cool and steady. “Right next to the bleachers. Tessa, Liz and I were sitting up top, Flash was being his usual loud self, and Tessa started the game Fuck, Marry, Kill or whatever. And then I said something.”
Peter’s already fidgeting, shifting in his seat like the cushion turned to lava.
“I mean—I was doing sit-ups,” he says, way too fast. “You know—counting. Breathing. Focusing on fitness—”
You raise a brow. “You heard me.”
He opens his mouth, closes it, then just sinks a little deeper into the seat. “…Maybe.”
You narrow your eyes. “So you did hear me say that I wanted to see what he was hiding down there”
Peter immediately starts glitching.
“I—I mean—only kinda! It was loud! People were talking! I wasn’t even trying to listen—Ned made me laugh so I lost count, and then Flash was yelling and then you said that and I was like—wow—uh—I didn’t know if I was supposed to—”
You hold up a hand. “So. Yes?”
Peter covers his face with both hands, muffling a groan. “Oh my God.”
You smirk. “So you’ve been walking around all this time knowing what I said was about you. And just… kept it to yourself?”
He drops his hands slowly. His face is red. His voice is tiny. “I didn’t know what to do with that information y’know?”
“Peter, I wasn’t joking when I was curious on what was down there” you say leaning closer and closer into Peter. “Uhm— no, because I thought you were joking because your a Stark thats like your thing, jokes right?”
“Peter” you say leaning even more closer “what do you think about me?”
“Uhm your pretty, funny and… I really want to kiss you right now” Peter huffs out. Your eyes widen “I mean-” but before Peter can finish your already latched onto his mouth.
Soft, sweet and perfect, the only ways you can describe the kiss. It’s magical. “We can go to my room you know, incase my dad just walks in and goes full dad mode on me” you mumble between the kiss
And all Peter can do is nod, not wanting to break the magical moment.
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Your room’s quiet, dim, and warm. The kind of quiet that makes every breath feel louder than it should. Peter’s hoodie is bunched up slightly under your hands, his lips moving with yours like he’s afraid to stop — like if he pulls away, he’ll lose whatever spell you’ve both fallen into.
You’re straddling his lap on your bed, knees on either side of his thighs, the blanket bunched beneath you. His hands hover at your waist — unsure if they’re allowed to stay, but too captivated to let go.
He kisses you like he means it. Like he’s wanted to. Like it’s been sitting on the edge of his mouth for days.
Then, mid-kiss, he pulls back — just barely. His lips are swollen, his breath uneven, his hands still warm on your sides.
“Wait,” he says, voice low and nervous. “Do you want me to… put the mask on?”
You blink, caught off guard.
He swallows, looking everywhere but your eyes. “I just—I heard what Liz said earlier about a mask kink, and I didn’t know if—if maybe that’s what you actually wanted…”
He trails off.
Your hands stay where they are — fingers curled lightly in the fabric of his hoodie, chest still rising from the kiss. You don’t move for a second. You just look at him.
And then you lean in, brushing your nose against his as your lips ghost over his.
“No,” you whisper.
“It’s what’s behind the mask I want.”
Peter freezes — like his entire brain just hit a system error.
Then, like a wire reconnecting, he exhales shakily. You feel the way his grip tightens slightly at your waist, his lips parting again like he wants to say something but you’re already kissing him again, slow and sure and real.
Not for the suit. Not for the idea.
For him.
a/n: HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!! Remember this is my first ever fan fiction so ITS NOT THE BEST😭. But remember If you ever want to request an idea for a fan fiction for me to write, don’t be afraid to ask! I LITERALLY WILL WRITE FOR ANYTHING… anything. OKAY BYE MY ANGELS HAVE A BLESSED DAY💕!!!
HELP ME FIND THIS PETER PARKER X READER FAN FICTION SERIES PLSS🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
OK SOOO this fan fic was a peter parker x reader and the reader had powers which im pretty sure were like Wanda’s powers, I remember that she for sure was able to read peoples mind, and she was experimenting her powers with one of the avenger I think at the beginning of the series, YES IT WAS A SERIES. And I guess the reader was walking past peters room and accidentally started reading his mind and seen herself in his mind riding him while she had one of peters shirts on and im pretty sure she goes into his room and says something along the lines of “its like i almost felt it” and the reader gets an idea to try to tell the avenger who was helping her experiment with her powers but peter quickly stops her. AND THEN the reader had like a issue where she would i guess sorta “zone out” and it was a specific scene in the story where the reader and peter were in a car about to get dropped off at school and peter notices that the reader is not fully back to reality and says something like “Your not back yet” or something like that😅. AND LASTLY at the end of the series all the avenger were like in the kitchen and/or the living room and the reader reads peters mind and I don’t remember was peter said but she says something like “but you wont be saying that when I make all you fantasy’s come true” THATS ALL I REMEMBER PLS YALL, THIS FAN FICTION WAS ONE OF THE BEST SERIES I EVER READ, IDK IF THE ORIGINAL CREATOR TOOK THE SERIES DOWN BUT PLS HELPOPPPPPP.
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