Summary: Peter Parker’s life is as normal as any other teenager. The main obstacle in his life? Y/n. He’s been in love with her since they were kids, so how is he meant to tell her when his superhero life keeps getting in the way?
A/N: This is set in MCU Spider-Man (aka Tom Holland’s movie version.)
Word Count: 4,653
Right now, I have two things on my mind: my imminent death and the unavoidable physics test in Mr. Dell’s class. Peter swings his body, shooting two webs out and hurtling his body to wrap them around the front of the truck. It hangs precariously off the side of the bridge, threatening to plummet into the water below. He slings some more webs connecting to the bridge before flipping over the bus, connecting the last to the rear of it and pulling. The bus lifts from the web that was cradling it as he leans his whole weight back, arms straining to pull his classmates to safety. Once he pulls the bus upright everyone cheers and students pour out, some crying, some shouting encouragement and thanks at him. Peter’s whole-body tingles, eyes widening as he glances to his right just in time for a stray tire to slam against his chest, knocking him off the side of the bridge.
For a moment it feels like his body is suspended in mid-air, and Peter sighs, debating his choices. I could swing back up, save New York again. He presses the button on his palm, a web shooting out towards the bottom of the bridge. On the other hand- he grabs the web with his free hand, angling his body to swing under the bridge, letting go and briefly free falling before shooting another web- if I die, I don’t have to deal with finals. He swings upwards, shooting far past the bridge and twisting his body, eyes scanning the ground. But if I die- He lands next to the bus in crouched position, leaping up and shooting a web at the beams above the bridge, gaze locking in on his target- Aunt May will kill me.
Peter’s briefly taken away from his thoughts by a loud scream. His gaze scans the ground underneath him, trying to find the source of the strangely familiar scream. His attention settles on a figure being flung through the air, a large, metal claw gripping the thick winter coat engulfing her form. Something tugs at his subconscious, a tingle running up his spine. The Vulture’s suit jerks roughly as it propels him upwards, dangling the girl beneath him as she writhes in the air. Peter’s head tilts as he squints, slinging another web and hurling himself upwards. Why does she sound so familiar? Peter’s arms shoot out to his side, the fabric connecting to the arms allowing him to glide for a few moments in the air before shooting two webs, aimed at either side of The Vulture’s suit. The web sticks to the wings and Peter twists his body downwards. He shoots another short web, tying the ends of the two webs together and holding them in one hand. Peter shoots a web at the bridge’s column, connecting it to the end of the webs attached to The Vulture. He shoots more webs down, connecting them to the bridge, cars, and various objects, shooting one last web to the column of the bridge and swinging his body over the webs, effectively tying them all together.
He lands on one of the beams of the bridge, turning his attention back to the girl still being held by The Vulture’s talon. He leaps up, The Vulture dragged down just enough from his previous work to attach a web to the girl’s chest. Peter closes his eyes. Come on, Spider-Man, don’t let her fall. The force of his weight on the web yanks her from The Vulture’s claw and she screams. Peter clears his throat, shooting a web at the column, holding onto the one connected to her and glancing over. “Don’t worry ma’am, y-” Her body flies past him and Peter squeaks, releasing the other web to shoot another one onto her back, connecting it to another one that he shoots at the bridge, pulling himself to launch his body forward. “Karen, activate grenade web!” He cries out, aiming for the gap between the two columns and slinging multiple webs all around him, one connecting to a part of the web that comes out from the we grenade and pulling it, connecting it to the other side of the bridge’s column.
Peter lands on the thin web hammock, eyes locking on the girls form as she’s falling-and screaming- through the empty sky. Her body falls onto the make-shift hammock with more force than he was expecting, and the sudden strain on the thin layer of webbing causes it to dip. Peter reaches down, “h-holy sh-” the thin layer of webbing snaps and the scream- which Peter now fully recognizes- startles him out of his surprise. Peter reaches out, grabbing the string leading off from the webbing connected to her chest from earlier. He tips forward, body horizontal on the tight-wire type web he balances on. The girl screeches again as Peter pulls her up to him. Peter wraps an arm around her and clears his throat, gaze darting around as he jumps off of the webbing. He shoots one final web at the bridge and swings down to the ground, landing next to the school bus he previously pulled to safety. The pair stand there, Peter breathing heavily, his grip tightening around her waist. Get it together, Peter.
The girl clears her throat and Peter practically jumps away from her, his eyes widening as he lets out a strangled yelp. “Uh…thank you.” The girl murmurs, her arms falling to her sides as she looks down at the ground.
“Ah,” Peter clears his throat, attempting to lower his voice, “ah, yes. No problem.” Peter’s voice cracks, causing the girl to cover her mouth in an attempt to hide her smile.
“You saved my life…” She looks up at him and Peter’s face heats up at the blush spreading across her cheeks, “my name’s Y/n.” She holds her hand out and Peter’s hand shakes slightly as he raises his arm.
She has to know it’s you. How can she not know it’s you? You almost killed your best frie- a loud, metallic creaking sound pulls Peter’s attention away and he stutters, pulling his hand away as a nervous laugh bubbles past his lips. Damn mask doesn’t muffle anything- “Sorry, I uh- villain to go, detain. Nice meeting you, Y/n! I’m glad you didn’t die!” With that, Peter jumps away, scaling up the bridge’s column and swinging across various webs to get to The Vulture.
In a matter of a few seconds he has The Vulture restrained, out of his suit and stuck to the bridge, leaving a short and simple note for the police, signing it off with regards, your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.
Peter swings into the open window of the Avenger’s building, sliding in next to Tony Stark, who’s arm shoots out as his suit apparats around his hand. “Woah, woah, it’s me, Mr. Stark.” Tony’s suit disappears as he turns around, crossing his arms over his chest.
“And you think you can just swing into the building, unannounced, and not get shot at?” Peter opens his mouth to answer and Tony turns around. “Not a question, kid.” Peter pulls his mask off, holding it in his hands as he moves forward.
“Mr. Stark, did you see me? The Vulture he like, swooped down and everyone was screaming and running away and then the bus almost got knocked off the side of the bridge- and so I pulled it back up and saved my entire class! And then I heard this girl screaming, Mr. Stark, and so I went over to save her and her voice was so familiar and I could almost place her voice- anyways, I tied The Vulture down and I saved her and then when I put her down on the ground-”
“Kid, this better have a point.” Tony cuts in, giving him a pointed look as he continues messing with a new suit prototype.
“It does! When I set her down, I saw her face and I knew who she was. I don’t want you to be mad, Mr. Stark. Promise you won’t get mad.” Tony turns to Peter.
“Who was it?” Peter’s face falls slightly and he glances away, toying with the mask in his hands.
“Well, it was…your daughter? Mr. Stark…” Tony’s eyes close and Peter holds his breath, peeking at Tony from the corner of his eyes.
“Is she okay?” Peter nods silently. Tony sighs. “Good. That’s good. Thank you for keeping her safe.” He puts his hand on Peter’s shoulder. “Not that you had a choice.” Peter smiles wryly.
“I know.” Tony holds his hand up, shaking his head as he steers Peter towards the elevator.
“I’m also glad you’re okay,” his sentence comes out muffled, covering his mouth as he coughs, shifting his gaze away from Peter. “This is dangerous stuff, kid. I know you know that, but I worry.” Peter looks away, eyebrows furrowing as his grip tightens on the mask. “I don’t know what I would do if I lost you again,” Tony ushers Peter into the elevator, going in after him. “Take us to the lobby- anyways, Peter, if you ever get hurt, I’ll have to take the suit away from you. I won’t be the one letting you get killed. Not again.” Peter frowns slightly.
“I wouldn’t let that stop me from saving people,” he replies.
Tony’s jaw clenches and he looks away, nodding once. “I know kid, trust me.” The elevator comes to a stop and they exit, Peter hanging his head slightly as he follows him. “You can skip training today but I want you to get checked up,” Tony says, “make sure you’re not hurt. I saw a bit of the fight on the news in the beginning, it looked pretty nasty.” Peter shakes his head.
“It wasn’t that bad,” he mumbles. Peter bumps into Tony’s back, not noticing he stopped walking.
“Steve.” Peter looks up quickly, peeking over Tony’s shoulder.
“Tony.” Steve nods, his gaze flickering to Peter. He offers him a warm smile. “Queens.” Peter smiles slightly, stepping out from behind Tony.
“Hey, Mr. Rogers.” Steve’s eyes narrow slightly as he grins, pointing at Peter.
“You got lucky today, Pete. You were set up to spar with me.” Peter swallows thickly, nodding as he looks away.
“Next time, then?” Steve nods.
“Sounds good.” He turns to Tony, his expression shifting instantly. “I assume you know?” Tony nods, waving his hand in the air before placing it back to his temples and groaning.
“Kid told me already,” Tony walks over to the kitchen counter, leaning down against it and hanging his head. “She’s fine, thanks to Peter.” Peter fidgets, glancing between Tony and Steve as Steve moves to stand next to Tony.
“Yeah, I saw that.” They’re both silent for a moment and Peter can tell from the look on Steve’s expression he’s debating something. Steve softens his demeanor, shifting his body to face Tony. “You know,” his voice is lower, and calmer, causing Tony to turn his full attention to him, standing up straight. “She’s been asking for it for a while. I think a bit of training might be beneficial. Maybe a suit- just for safety, Tony, you know she’s been in more situations like this than you’d like.”
“No, no, Steve. I’m not…I’m not setting another kid up to be some sort of warrior.” Peter’s face heats up when Steve glances at him.
“What, this about Pete? He’s fine, Tony.” Steve lowers his voice on instinct, although it won’t do much to stop Peter from hearing it. “He’s fine. Look. He’s there, Tony. We won.” Tony’s expression falls dark and he turns to Steve, pointing briefly towards him before his arm falls to his side.
“He was gone, Steve,” Tony’s voice is so quiet Peter can barely hear him. “That’s on me. That will always be on me. No one else.”
“Uh, Mr. Stark?” Peter’s voice shakes slightly and he clears his throat, looking up to see both men staring at him. “I, uh…I don’t want you to feel bad about that.” He looks away. “Even if you hadn’t ever given me this suit- if you hadn’t had me fight Captain America…I’d still be doing this. Yeah, maybe I wouldn’t’ve fought Thanos, but I don’t think that would’ve changed anything.” Tony’s expression falls and his eyebrows furrow. “All I’m trying to say, Mr. Stark, I’m here. If anything, I’m safer because of you.” Tony watches Peter, blinking and looking away. His expression is unreadable for a moment, but then he nods, his eyebrows raising slightly as lets out a sigh, studying Peter before looking at Steve.
“I guess I can let her train. I’ll think about designing a suit only for emergencies.” Tony points at Peter. “Kid, come here.” Peter pauses for a moment before moving forward.
“Yeah?” His voice cracks slightly, causing his face to heat up when he notices Steve’s smirk.
“Would you still keep an eye on her? Just…just until I know she can be safe on her own.” Peter nods quickly.
“Yes, of course. I won’t let anything happen to her,” The elevator door dings and Peter turns to see who it is, but Tony grabs him by the shoulder’s, quickly meeting his gaze. Steve stands up straighter, glancing at Tony.
“Hey, dad. You won’t believe what happened- and I swear, this wasn’t my fault, okay? I was just on my school bus when it all happened, okay? I didn’t go out looking for trouble or whatever it is you think I’m always doing. I was literally sitting there, studying for Physics class when-” her sentence cuts off short with a small squeak. “O-oh. Uh…” Peter’s spine goes rigid, his face bursting into flames as Tony walks past him to go hug his daughter. “I’m okay, dad.” Her voice is muffled as it cracks slightly. “I’m not hurt…” Tony clears his throat, stepping away from Y/n.
“You could’ve been. If it weren’t for our friend Spider-Man over here, you could’ve been dead.” Y/n looks down. She mumbles an apology but Tony quickly dismisses it. “We’ll talk later Y/n, okay?” She nods and Tony turns back around. He snaps, causing Peter to jump slightly. “Spider-Man,” Peter starts to turn around again, but luckily Steve stops him, grimacing as he glances back at Y/n. Peter’s face reddens even more when he hears Y/n laugh slightly. Tony moves forward, “just go see Banner if you’re sure you feel alright. He’ll check up on your suit.” Peter nods.
“Hey, Spider-Man?” He opens his mouth, stammering slightly as he glances between Steve and Tony.
“U-uh. Yeah?” Peter attempts to lower his voice- or change it at all- and Steve looks up, turning away from him and covering his face to try and suppress his laughter.
“Thank you for saving me.” Peter swallows roughly, quickly pulling the mask over his head so he can turn to face her.
“Hey- yeah, no problem!” His heart pounds wildly in his chest when he sees the blush spread across her face.
“Did you get hurt? Are you okay? It looked like a pretty rough fight.”
Peter, I’ve detected an accelerated heart rate, although you are not currently active. Should I alert Tony and the other Avengers?
“N-No!” Peter blurts out, the response meant for Karen, although it startles everyone else in the room.
“What? You said were fine,” Tony’s voice is slightly panicked and he steps forward at the same time as Y/n.
“Are you okay? Do you need to go to the medical bay?” Y/n’s voice is gentler, but hold the same fear as Tony’s.
“N-no, sorry, I’m fine. I was, um. It was my suit, Karen. I was talking to…the suit, it said something. Sorry. I’m all good, really, I’m fine.” His pitch is all over the place as he panics, trying to mask his voice but failing miserably as he holds his hands up, taking a few steps away from Tony and Y/n. “I’m sorry- I’m good, yes. M-maybe I got hit in the head a few too many times,” he laughs slightly, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck through his suit. “Now that I mention it, I do actually feel kind of funny? I’m…I think I’m gonna go…” Steve moves forward, placing his hands on Peter’s shoulders.
“I’ll take him to go see Dr. Banner. He’ll be able to get the suit checked out, and I’m sure he’d know if anything was wrong with this thing,” Steve moves one of his hands to the top of Peter’s head, grinning at Y/n. “He’ll be good though,” Steve directs the comment towards Tony, noticing the way his shoulders slump. “He’ll just be in the medical bay.” Tony nods.
“I have to talk to this one anyways,” Tony motions at Y/n, who’s face turns bright red at the condescending tone.
“Mr. Rogers?” Peter’s voice is quiet as he leads him away. Steve glances down at him, “you think Y/n’s gonna be training when I’m training?” Steve purses his lips.
“You two are close, yeah?” He ignores Peter’s question, a small grin forming on his face when Peter’s demeanor changes.
“Y-yeah. I mean, I’ve known her for a while? Since before I had my powers. We sort of just went to school together and eventually we became friends.” Steve nods.
“You know, Queens, I’m not an expert on this stuff, but you seem pretty nervous around her.” Peter shrugs.
“I mean, I almost let her die today. Well, she almost died because of me. If I weren’t there, she would’ve died. But she’s…thanking me? And I’ve never seen her look like that before- she seemed so nervous and she’s normally comfortable around me.” Peter pulls his mask off once they get in the elevator and the doors shut.
“Take us to Banner,” Steve states, “Pete, you know why she was so nervous?” Peter shakes his head.
“Maybe because I’m a stranger? Well not me, Peter, but Spider-Man.” The elevator stops and they get out, “but she didn’t seem nervous? More…I don’t know.”
“Man, you really are young, aren’t you?” Peter stands up straighter, glancing at Steve.
“I’m 17.”
“Man, 17. You ever had a girlfriend, Queens?” Peter glances away.
“Yeah- yeah, man. I mean, I went to Homecoming with Liz, but her dad ended up being The Vulture so I…I kind of left her, but I mean, I didn’t really have a choice.” Steve nods, laughing slightly.
“There isn’t anything wrong with choosing being a hero over the girl,” Peter nods silently, looking down at the mask in his hands. “I just think…maybe Y/n might have a thing for Spider-Man, you know? You did save her life.” Peter laughs shaking his head.
“Nah, Mr. Rogers, I know her. She wouldn’t…I mean, I could be an old man for all she knows. She’s smarter than that, she wouldn’t…” Peter frowns. “I don’t think she would?”
“I don’t know her like you do.” Peter frowns, looking down at the mask in his hands and sighing. “Banner!” Peter looks up, his eyes widening for a second as Bruce turns to look at them.
“Hey, Steve. Peter, you good? I saw the news.” Peter opens his mouth to respond, but Steve beats him to it.
“Kid says he got hit in the head a bunch, we just wanted to make sure he’s doing good.” Bruce nods, glancing over at Peter.
“Let’s get you checked out,” Peter nods, following Bruce over to what looks like a large metal detector, standing in it and glancing over at Steve.
“Uh, Mr. America- sir, do you think Y/n is going to get in trouble?” Steve and Bruce share a look and Bruce ducks to hide his grin, turning towards the machine and queueing up different check-ups to run on Peter.
“Pete, I wouldn’t worry about her if I were you.” Steve crosses his arms and leans up against the wall. “I think Tony’s just going to issue her some training. I’ve seen him working on a prototype for a new suit as well.” Peter frowns, looking down at his feet and wringing the mask in his hands.
“Are you sure Tony won’t be upset? I mean…at all?” Steve shrugs.
“I can’t guarantee that he won’t be upset, but I know neither of you will get in trouble. Tony’s likely to blame himself more than anything. Really though, don’t worry too much about it, Pete.” Steve pushes off the wall, moving over to the door. “If you have everything under control, Banner, I have some business to attend to.” Bruce nods, turning away from the control panel.
“Yeah, it’ll only take a second. Everything looks good so far.” Steve nods, waving at Peter and walking back over to the elevator.
“Okay, Peter, right?” Peter nods.
“Yeah?”
“Could you turn and face that wall?” Peter nods, shifting his body and tearing his gaze from Steve as the elevator opens.
“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Y/n’s voice sends chills up Peter’s spine as he stands up straighter, his hands clenching into fists at his side.
“Hey, Steve. I- uh…I just wanted to check in on Spider-Man,” she walks out of the elevator. “My dad just got done talking to me and uh, I just wanted to make sure he’s okay, you know?” Bruce looks over at her, exchanging a silent agreement with Steve as he starts the machine up and steps away from the panel.
“Well, I’m about to run some basic tests on him. We should know if everything is okay in a second.” Bruce laughs, shaking his head. “I swear, some of the tech Tony comes up with…” He sighs, taking his glasses off and moving over to greet Y/n.
“So, what’s the deal?” Steve pauses outside the elevator, turning back to Y/n. “What’d Tony say?” Y/n chuckles, a small smile gracing her features as she looks over at Peter.
“He wants me to start training. Just so I can defend myself, you know? And, uh…I mean…He said that I can just start training with you and Spider-Man.” The machine stops suddenly and the room is filled with complete silence as Bruce once again turns away and moves over to the panel to hide his grin. Steve smiles brightly.
“That’ll be great. Right, Spider-Man?” Peter hurriedly throws his mask back on and turns around, his heart once again beginning to race when his attention lands on Y/n.
“Y-yeah, it’ll be nice not to be the new guy,” Peter’s voice shakes slightly as he steps off the platform. “I’m fine, by the way. Really, don’t worry about me. Thanks, Mr. Ba- Dr….” He swallows roughly, briefly glancing to Y/n before clearing his throat and attempting to lower his voice. “Thanks, Bruce. I’ll see you guys Saturday for training, yeah?” Bruce holds his face in his hands, attempting to contain his laughter, much unlike Steve who laughs and slaps Peter on the back.
“See you there, Queens.” Peter nods.
“If you’re going up, I can walk you out!” Y/n steps to the side, standing in front of Peter and looking down, her heart fluttering in her chest.
“O-oh. Uh…I…” Peter stumbles back, motioning over his shoulder. “I actually, I’m gonna go the Spider-Man way. I, uh… Mr. Ban-B- Bruce, how do you get these windows open?” Peter moves over to the large, floor to ceiling window.
“You really think Tony has a feature on his highly secure base for the Avengers to open a window in the medical bay?” Peter’s eyes widen and he stutters nonsensically, waving around the room and praying that Bruce understands. Steve steps forward, slapping his hand down onto Peter’s shoulder.
“Bruce, cut the kid some slack. You know what he meant. The landing pad, just open that up and let him out.” As the ceiling opens up, Peter waves at Bruce and Steve, whispering so Y/n won’t hear.
“Sorry, Dr. Banner, Mr. Rogers, I’ll be back Saturday.” Steve nods.
“Do what you have to when she’s around to protect your identity, kid.” Peter nods.
“Uh, okay, well, bye, Y/n! I guess you’ll be here Saturday for training?” Y/n nods, her face lighting up. “Well, see you then. I have to go- protect the people of New York and stuff,” and this Physics homework. If I don’t get that finished Mr. Dell will kill me. “Spidey out,” Peter cringes inwardly at that, coughing as he rubs the back of his neck, raising his other hand and aiming at the edge of the hanger doors. “Okay, well, bye.”
Peter jumps and shoots a web out, swinging up to lift himself out of the room. “Bye, Spider-Man!”
He looks down, thankful for the mask hiding his smile as his gaze locks with Y/n’s. The minor distraction causes his body to slam into the wall, but he quickly clambers up the side and out, letting out a squeaky, “I’m okay!” As he tries not to focus on her loud laughter.
Peter makes his way back to Aunt May’s apartment in record time, crawling through his window, up onto his ceiling and silently thanking himself for shutting his door before leaving. He leaves one hand on the ceiling as he drops down silently, letting out a sigh of relief and sitting down on his bed. He pulls the mask off and hits the Spider emblem on his chest, allowing the suit to loosen around his body and hang off his chest. Peter kicks the suit off, opening his door a crack. “May, I’m home!”
“Are you okay, Peter? I saw the fight on the news and it looked pretty bad.”
“No, I’m good. Sorry for missing dinner, I’m really tired so I think I’m just gonna sleep.” There’s a long pause before May opens the door and Peter steps back, clearing his throat slightly as he shuffles in place. May sighs, picking up the suit and placing it on his desk.
“Get some sleep then.” She turns away and pauses, turning back to him as she grabs the door handle. “Make sure to eat in the morning, okay, Peter? You need to take care of yourself.” Peter nods.
“I’ll make sure to eat, May.”
“Okay. Get some rest. I love you.”
“Love you too May.” She shuts the door as she leaves and Peter collapses back onto his bed, letting out a long sigh.
How the hell am I supposed to see Y/n every single day as two different people? Peter climbs under the covers and punches his pillow lightly before burying his face in it and groaning. “Why would Mr. Stark do this?” Peter lets out another groan, rolling over onto his back and covering his face with his hands. If Mr. Stark finds out that I’m in love with her there’s no way he’ll let me train with her, let alone be her friend. I can’t let him know. Peter drops his arms back onto the bed, sighing. Does Y/n really…like me? “No, Peter, don’t be stupid.” He whispers, his eyebrows furrowing as he closes his eyes tight. “Even if she likes Spider-Man, she doesn’t know it’s you. If she knew I was him…” Peter’s voice trails off and he shakes his head, rolling onto his side and pulling the covers close to his chest, pulling his knees up and curling into a small ball as his head pounds. Y/n wouldn’t like Spider-Man if she knew I was Spider-Man. She only likes you because you saved her life. I’m sure she’ll be over it by Saturday. Peter’s heart flutters in his chest as his stomach drops. More importantly, how the hell am I supposed to act like everything’s okay tomorrow? What do I even say to her?
Peter’s mind slowly calms as exhaustion drives him to drift to sleep, completely forgetting about the paperwork sitting on his desk, unfinished- although, that was by far the least of his worries.
Wow uh people are already liking my Masterlist and I dont even have the first part out yet 👀 uhhhh the first chapter is about half finished and should hopefully be going up soon
Story Summary: Peter Parker's life is as normal as any other teenager. The main obstacle in his life? Y/n. They've been best friends since they were kids, and told each other everything. Well, almost everything. Maybe not the fact that Peter’s been desperately in love with her since they were kids and her father is his mentor. Oh- and Y/n just so happens to be in love with his Superhero alter ego, which wouldn’t be much of a problem if she wasn’t Tony Stark’s (adopted) daughter. So, suffice to say: Peter's been keeping a pretty big secret from her, and now it seems like it’s only a matter of time until she finds out.
Need to know: The events of Infinity Wars happened but Tony and Steve are still alive. (It’ll be explained in the story.) The events of Far From Home happened, still in very similar fashion, but it’s past that and not important.
A/n: This is the Masterlist for the series. Click Read More for links to chapters
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