𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: peter parker x fem!reader
𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: peter introduces his girlfriend y/n at a dinner party. what could go wrong? Well apparently, everything.
𝘼/𝙉: this is heavily inspired by my fav episode of the office ‘dinner party’.
“What if they don’t like me?”
Y/n glanced up at Peter as they walked side by side through the lobby of Stark Tower. One arm was looped comfortably through his, while the other carefully held a bottle of wine she’d insisted on bringing. It felt like the polite thing to do when meeting your boyfriend’s family. Or, in Peter’s case, Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.
Peter looked over at her with an amused smile. “They’re going to like you, I promise.” He paused for a brief moment before adding, “And besides, they’re basically normal people… most of the time.”
Y/n raised a brow, not liking whatever the hell that was supposed to mean. “Most of the time?” she repeated.
“Okay, maybe occasionally.” he replied, earning a glare from Y/n.
His grin was so hopelessly sheepish that she couldn’t stay anxious for long. She bumped his shoulder with her own, earning a victorious smile from him as they reached the elevator.
Peter pressed the button, the doors sliding open with a soft chime. Together, they stepped inside, the ride to the penthouse feeling far shorter than Y/n would’ve liked.
The elevator slowed, the signature ping echoing through the cabin before the doors parted once more. Standing directly outside was Tony Stark, dressed far nicer than Peter had ever seen him willingly wear, with Pepper Potts beside him, smiling politely.
Behind them waited the rest of the avengers. Steve Rogers stood with his hands loosely folded behind his back, Natasha Romanoff leaning casually against the wall beside him. Bruce Banner offered an awkward wave the moment he spotted them, while Sam Wilson nudged Bucky Barnes with a grin that already suggested he’d been waiting for this moment. Clint Barton was halfway through eating something from a bowl he had no business carrying, and Thor just stood proudly among them.
Tony’s face split into a grin the second they stepped out of the elevator. “There he is!” He clapped Peter firmly on the shoulder before his attention shifted to Y/n. “So this is the girl you’ve been talking about. I was starting to think you’d made her up.”
Before Y/n had a chance to react, he stepped forward and pulled her into a quick, unexpected hug. She stiffened for a second, caught completely off guard, before returning it with a small, polite smile.
“Oh- um…” She held out the bottle of wine she’d been carrying. “We brought you this.”
Pepper accepted it with an appreciative smile. “That’s very thoughtful of you. Thank you.”
“Right!” Tony announced, gesturing dramatically towards the room behind him. “Y/n, avengers.” he then pointed back at her. “Avengers, Y/n.”
She let out an awkward chuckle. “I know who you all are.”
A brief, awkward, silence settled over the room before Steve stepped forward, offering Y/n a warm, reassuring smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”
She returned it almost instantly. “You too.”
Pepper stepped forward, balancing the bottle of wine in one hand. “Here, let me take your coats.”
A few minutes later, everyone had settled into the living area. The sofas filled up quickly, forcing a few people to claim the armchairs while others simply sat on the floor. Y/n found herself wedged comfortably between Peter and Steve, her hands folded neatly in her lap as conversation drifted from one topic to another.
She stole a sideways glance at Peter. The polite smile fixed to his face looked suspiciously similar to her own. Good, she thought. I’m not the only one feeling awkward.
“So,” Thor announced from the sofa opposite them, his booming voice effortlessly drawing everyone’s attention. “You are the man of spiders’ girlfriend.”
Peter closed his eyes for a moment. “Thor…”
The God of Thunder continued as though he hadn’t spoken. “The Spider is certainly a lucky man.”
A faint blush crept into Y/n’s cheeks. She glanced at Peter, whose face had somehow turned an even brighter shade of red, before looking back at Thor with an embarrassed smile. “Oh… thank you.”
Steve chuckled quietly, shaking his head. “You know,” he said, looking at Y/n, “for the longest time, none of us believed Peter.”
Her eyebrows lifted. “Really?”
Steve nodded toward Peter, who suddenly seemed very interested in a spot on the coffee table. “He kept mentioning this amazing girlfriend every chance he got.” A smile tugged at the corner of Steve’s mouth. “After a while, we started wondering if she’d mysteriously disappear every time we were around.”
An amused grin tugged at the corners of Y/n’s lips. “Is that right?”
Peter let out a long sigh and buried his face in his hands. “Can we please talk about literally anything else?”
Steve chuckled. “I’m just saying, you talked about her a lot.”
“I still do,” Peter muttered, “just preferably not in front of her.”
That earned a few laughs around the room, mercifully ending Peter’s public embarrassment.
Before Steve could continue, Tony and Pepper returned from the kitchen carrying wine glasses, handing one to each of their guests before taking their own seats.
Tony raised his glass. “How about a toast?” The room quietened. “To Peter…” He looked between the young couple with a grin. “…and his girlfriend.”
“Cheers,” everyone echoed.
Crystal clinked around the room as everyone took a sip. Tony rolled the wine around thoughtfully before swallowing. “Hm.” He frowned. “Has sort of an oaky afterbirth.”
Peter nearly inhaled his mouthful. He coughed, lowering his glass with wide eyes. “…Pardon?”
Pepper turned her head toward Tony, gently patting his thigh as though trying to steer the evening back on course. “So…” she said brightly. “Music?”
Tony opened his mouth, but Pepper was already on her feet. She crossed the room to an old stereo tucked neatly against the wall, flipped open the CD tray, and slid in a disc.
“You took me by the hand…”
Pepper smiled to herself.
She began swaying gently to the rhythm as she made her way back across the room.
Y/n bit down on her lower lip, desperately trying not to laugh as she caught Peter’s eye. His expression mirrored her own- a mixture of amusement, confusion and politeness.
Across the room, Clint quietly hummed along with the chorus as if he’d heard it a hundred times before.
Pepper settled back onto the sofa beside Tony.
Without missing a beat, Tony gestured toward the stereo. “Her niece made this song,” he said matter of factly. “Pepper loves it.”
Pepper smiled serenely, completely unbothered. “I do.”
“All right,” Tony announced, clapping his hands together. “Until dinner’s ready, we’re playing charades.”
Clint groaned. “I hate this game.”
“That’s because your acting is terrible,” Sam replied.
As the debate broke out, teams quickly formed around the coffee table. Steve was already trying to explain the rules to Thor, who insisted charades sounded remarkably similar to an Asgardian battle strategy, while Bruce quietly volunteered to keep score.
With everyone’s attention elsewhere, Peter leaned toward Y/n. “Come on.”
She nodded gratefully, the two slipping unnoticed into the kitchen. Y/n rested her hands against the counter and let out a slow breath.
Peter smiled sympathetically. “Overwhelmed already?”
She glanced through the doorway toward the living room, where Clint was dramatically throwing himself across the sofa while Sam loudly insisted that whatever he was doing definitely wasn’t a movie.
Lowering her voice, she said, “I just want to eat.”
“Which,” she continued, “I realise is a lot to ask for… at a dinner party.”
He stepped closer, gently resting his hands on her arms. “I’m sure dinner will be ready soon.”
Y/n let out a soft sigh. “I hope so.”
“So far, this isn’t too bad.”
She raised a brow at him. “We’ve listened to Tony critique wine, watched Pepper dance to her niece’s song, and Thor called you ‘the man of spiders.’”
He couldn’t argue with that. “…Fair.”
A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “I do like them, though.”
“I told you.” He smiled. “Come on, we should head back.”
The moment they stepped into the room, every head turned toward them. Tony smirked knowingly. “Well, well.” He gestured between them with both hands. “What have you two been up too, huh?”
Pepper sighed and gave his arm a firm smack. “Oh, leave them alone.”
Tony rubbed his arm dramatically. “What? I was just making an observation.”
“Yeah,” Pepper replied dryly. “You make a lot of them.”
A brief silence settled between everyone. Y/n and Peter exchanged glances, clearly confused.
Tony, apparently deciding the moment had passed, clapped his hands together. “Anyway.” He pointed across the room. “Y/n, want a go?”
It sounded far less like a question than a decision he’d already made. She settled back into her spot between Steve and Peter, offering an apologetic smile. “Oh, no thanks.”
“Oh, go on,” Tony insisted. “We’ve all had a turn.”
Y/n hesitated for a moment before a slow, mischievous smile spread across her face. “I don’t know…” She tilted her head thoughtfully. “Maybe after you.”
“Sure.” Her smile widened. “I just have a feeling you’d be terrible and it would be awfully amusing.”
Tony let out an incredulous scoff. “I’m sorry…” He pointed at himself. “Terrible?”
“You heard me.” Y/n nodded.
“You think I’d be bad at charades?”
She gave an innocent shrug. “Well we’ll see won’t we.”
Tony stood up so quickly his glass rattled on the coffee table. “You know what?” he declared. “I will go.”
A small laugh escaped Y/n before she could stop it. As she glanced around the room, however, she caught Pepper watching her. Not smiling. Just… staring. The laugh died in her throat, and she quietly looked away.
Oblivious, Tony strode into the middle of the room, rubbing his hands together with far more enthusiasm than the game warranted. “My turn, my, my, my turn-“ he sang, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet.
“Babe.” Pepper’s voice cut cleanly through the room. “You’re doing too much.”
Tony stopped mid bounce, slowly turning to look at her as if she’d said something completly unreasonable. “Peter was laughing.” He gestured towards Peter. “Weren’t you, Peter?”
Every eye in the room shifted towards him. Peter sat frozen beside Y/n, wearing the straightest expression she had ever seen. Peter opened his mouth, clearly trying to figure out the safest possible answer.
Unfortunately for him, Pepper beat him to it. “See?” she said, gesturing toward him. “No laugh. Not even a smile.”
Y/n cleared her throat awkwardly, glancing between Tony and Pepper. It was becoming increasingly obvious that the two of them were playing a completely separate game from everyone else. A game called let’s see how uncomfortable we can make our guests.
She shifted slightly in her seat, wondering if this was just how every Avengers gathering went or if she’d somehow arrived on the strangest possible night.
Peter caught her expression and immediately reached into his pocket, pretending to get a call. “Oh- uh, sorry my phone.” He pulled it out and stared at the screen, despite the fact it very clearly wasn’t ringing. “Sorry, I just… I have to take this.”
And then he disappeared down the hallway, leaving Y/n alone with the Avengers. For a brief moment, she sat there in awkward silence.
“So.” Y/n looked up to see Sam leaning forward slightly, a small grin on his face. Bucky sat beside him, arms folded, watching her with a quiet amusement.
“Now that Parker’s gone, we figured this is the perfect chance to talk to you.” Sam said.
Y/n immediately narrowed her eyes slightly. “That sounds ominous.”
“It is not ominous,” Sam assured her. “It’s just important… to us.”
Bucky shot him a glance. “You’re making it sound ominous.”
“So,” Sam continued, turning back to Y/n. “How long have you two been together?”
“A few months.” she replied.
“And he actually asked you out?”
Sam nodded slowly, as though confirming a theory. “Interesting.”
She raised a brow. “What does that mean?”
“It means Parker spent a lot of time talking about you and absolutely no time explaining how this happened.”
Y/n smiled slightly, completly unaware that they were just trying to get information out of her. “That sounds like Peter.”
Bucky leaned back. “How do you put up with him?”
The question made her laugh softly. “Peter?” She thought about it for a moment. “He’s sweet.”
Sam and Bucky exchanged a look. “That wasn’t the answer I expected,” Sam admitted.
“What were you expecting?”
“Something about him being annoying.” Bucky replied.
“Oh, he is.” That seemed to satisfy them. Before either of them could ask any more questions, Peter appeared back in the room.
“Okay,” he announced, holding up his phone. “You’re never going to believe this. I just got a call from Aunt May.” Everyone looked over at him. “Our apartment flooded. So…” Peter looked toward Y/n. “We should probably head off.”
Y/n stood almost immediately, trying very hard to hide the relieved smile threatening to appear. She loved Peter. She really did.
Tony, however, frowned. “You don’t need two of you to do that?”
The room went quiet. Y/n slowly turned towards Peter, the look on his face telling her everything. She already knew what he was about to say.
“That’s…” Peter hesitated. “… true.”
Her jaw dropped slightly. Traitor.
“Y/n,” he continued, forcing a smile. “I hope you have a good time. How about you walk me out, yeah?”
She stared at him, then her eyes flicked to Tony before landing back on Peter again. He was actually going to abandon her.
“Wait.” She suddenly blurted out, causing everyone to look at her. “You can always buy new stuff, but you can’t buy back a dinner party!”
Tony’s face immediately lit up. “That’s also true!” He turned to Peter. “Parker, sit down.”
Peter sighed, returning to his spot beside Y/n. She waited until everyone had turned their attention back to the conversation before leaning slightly toward him. “Really?”
Peter looked at her innocently. “What?”
She raised a brow. “You were going to leave me?”
“Okay, maybe for like five minutes.” he admitted.
Y/n tried to stay annoyed, but the small smile pulling at her lips gave her away. “You’re lucky I like you.”
Before Peter could respond, Bruce leaned slightly toward them from the other side of the couch. "You know," he said quietly, "I would also want to leave if I were you."
Tony stood up from his seat, clapping his hands together. "Alright. Who's ready for dinner?"
A chorus of responses immediately followed.
Thor looked genuinely relieved. "I was beginning to wonder if Midgardian dinner was simply a prolonged waiting ritual."
Y/n smiled slightly, getting up off the couch when Pepper spoke. "What about the games we had planned?"
The room quietened. Tony looked back at her. "Babe, I think everyone's a little bit hungry." He gestured around the room.
Pepper stood, her expression unreadable. "Fine." She grabbed her glass. "Whatever you want. Always whatever you want."
Tony paused, the smile on his face fading slightly. "Whatever I want? It's never whatever I want!" Pepper opened her mouth to respond, but Tony cut her off. "When I wanted to go to a concert and you wanted to see Wicked. What did we do?"
Pepper opened her mouth. "We saw Wi-" She stopped herself, realisation crossing her face.
The room became painfully still. Y/n slowly looked toward Peter, whose eyes were fixed straight ahead. As if looking away might somehow make him less involved.
Tony continued. "And then when I said I wanted kids and you said you wanted me to have a vasectomy, what did I do? Then when you said you might want kids someday and I wasn't sure anymore, who had it reversed? And then when you decided you definitely didn't want kids, who had it reversed back?"
Y/n's jaw dropped. Not because she had anything to say, but because she genuinely had no idea how the conversation had gotten here.
Across the room, Steve looked like he was trying very hard to remain polite. Natasha looked completely unfazed, which somehow made it worse. Clint had stopped eating. Even Thor seemed unsure.
Tony sighed dramatically. "Do you have any idea the physical toll that takes on a man?"
Pepper's expression hardened. "I am so sorry that I don't want to bring kids into this screwed up world."
Tony looked away. "I'm sorry too."
For a brief moment, Y/n thought the argument was over. But then Pepper snapped. "But if you want to have kids? Fine. Let's have a fucking kid!"
The entire room froze in disbelief. Peter slowly turned his head towards Y/n. She looked back at him, completely speechless.
After the incredibly awkward argument, everyone silently agreed that moving to the dinner table was probably the best option. Nobody mentioned what had just happened.
Y/n took her seat beside Peter, with Tony on her other side. She tried to focus on the conversation, but the tension in the room was impossible to ignore. And, for some reason, it was freezing. She rubbed her arms slightly, shivering.
Tony noticed almost immediately. Without saying anything, he took off his blazer and placed it around her shoulders. “There.”
Y/n looked down at the jacket, surprised. "Oh, you don't have to-"
"Take notes, kid." Tony glanced at Peter.
Peter just stared at him, as if to say 'what the hell, man.' Y/n coughed back a laugh.
And then she saw it. Pepper. Again. The look on her face when Tony gave her the jacket. Y/n immediately looked away, her smile fading. She didn’t know what was happening between Tony and Pepper, but she was starting to feel like she had somehow been dragged into the middle of it.
Pepper stood up. “I’ll get the food.” Before anyone could respond, she walked into the kitchen.
The rest of the team quickly tried to restart the conversation, almost as if they were pretending the last few minutes hadn’t happened. Steve asked Y/n about how she and Peter met. Bruce asked about her interests. Sam and Clint kept the conversation light, doing their best to make her feel comfortable.
When Pepper returned with the plates, Y/n gave her a small smile. “Thank you.”
Pepper didn’t smile back. Y/n frowned, ready to say something when Tony leaned slightly closer to her. “I think she’s going to poison me.”
Y/n froze, slowly turning towards him. Tony looked completely serious. Not joking. Not exaggerating. Completely serious.
Her eyes immediately found Peter’s across the table. Nope. Absolutely not. She was not dealing with this alone.
“Excuse us for a second,” she said quickly.
Peter barely had time to react before she pulled him away from the table. Once they were back in the living room, Y/n lowered her voice. “Tony thinks Pepper is going to poison him.”
“I know!” She looked toward the dining room. “And if anyone is getting poisoned, it’s probably going to be me.”
He frowned. “Why would you be poisoned?”
“Because have you seen the looks she’s been giving me? She thinks me and Tony have something going on.”
Peter opened his mouth, then quickly closed it again, his eyebrows furrowing. “You and Tony have something going on?”
Y/n stared at him. “What? No!” she lowered her tone slightly. “But I think Pepper thinks that!”
Peter glanced back toward the dining room before returning his attention back to her. “Okay, yeah. This is bad.”
Neither of them really had a solution for that, so they eventually made their way back to the table. Dinner continued. Or at least, everyone attempted to pretend it did.
Y/n tried to eat normally, but she found herself taking smaller bites than usual. She didn’t want to seem rude, especially after Pepper had cooked, but she also wanted to actually last the night.
Then suddenly, Tony dropped his knife and fork. The sound made everyone look up. He sat there for a moment, staring into the distance like he had just remembered something incredibly important.
Without saying a word, he stood up and walked out of the room.
Y/n glanced toward Peter. “Should we be worried?”
Peter looked just as confused. “Probably.”
A few moments later, Tony returned. He was carrying a massive painting… of himself.
Y/n blinked, but she wasn’t even surprised anymore.
“Uh, Tony-” Steve started, but Tony immediately cut him off.
“Nope, trust me.” He carried the painting over to the wall and hung it up proudly. “There we are.” He stepped back, admiring his work for a moment before returning to his seat like nothing unusual had happened.
Y/n looked at the painting, then at Peter, then back at the painting. As if this couldn’t get any weirder.
"Hey, babe." Pepper's voice broke through the silence. "How about you take the poster down, and then we can discuss it after our guests leave?"
Tony continued eating, completely unfazed. "No, no. I'm gonna leave it up." He glanced toward the painting. "I think it ties the whole room together."
Pepper stared at him. "Okay."
But everyone at the table knew that wasn't a normal okay. Pepper stood up and walked toward the stereo.
Y/n watched her carefully as music began to fill the room again.
"You took me by the hand..."
"Pepper thinks her niece is very talented," Tony said with a laugh. "I don't even think he's that good."
Pepper immediately looked at him. "At least he's an artist!"
Tony scoffed. "Yeah, and I'm a screenwriter." The sarcasm was impossible to miss.
The conversation continued to spiral, with every comment making things worse. Everyone slowly stopped eating, unsure whether they should interrupt or simply pretend they weren't witnessing it.
Steve sat quietly, looking between Tony and Pepper. Bruce looked like he wanted to disappear. Sam and Bucky exchanged a glance that said they had absolutely no idea how the evening had gotten here.
Y/n sat beside Peter, completely frozen. This was supposed to be a dinner where she met his friends. Instead, she was watching a married couple emotionally destroy each other over wine, music, and a painting of Tony Stark.
Pepper's expression suddenly changed. Clearly, something Tony had said pissed her off. She grabbed one of Tony's awards sitting nearby and threw it towards the painting. The sound of breaking glass echoed through the dining room.
Everyone froze. Tony stood slowly, staring at the destroyed painting. He glanced at Pepper, then back at the painting. "That was made by Leonardo da Vinci's grandson! Good luck paying me back!" He yelled.
Clint lowered his gaze toward his plate. "Talk about nepotism."
Natasha immediately covered her mouth, turning away to hide the laugh that escaped.
Pepper's breathing became uneven as she stared at the shattered painting. For a few long seconds, nobody dared to say a word.
Then, without warning, tears welled in her eyes. "I'm done." She turned on her heel and hurried out of the dining room, disappearing down the hallway.
The silence she left behind felt almost heavier than the argument itself.
Tony didn't follow her. He simply stood there, staring after her, his expression unreadable. For once, he didn't have a sarcastic remark or a witty comeback.
Steve cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Well..." He forced a polite smile as he looked around the table. "It's getting late. We should all probably get going."
Nobody argued. In fact, Y/n had never agreed with Steve Rogers so quickly in her entire life. She stood almost immediately, quietly pushing her chair back beneath the table before reaching for her coat. But as she turned toward the door, her eyes landed on Tony.
He was still standing exactly where Pepper had left him. Y/n hesitated, glancing down at the blazer still draped over her shoulders before slipping it off.
Walking over to him, she held it out with a small, sympathetic smile. "Um... thank you." She paused briefly. "For tonight."
Tony looked at the jacket for a second before taking it back. "Yeah," he said quietly. "You're welcome, kid.” It was the first thing he'd said all evening that didn't sound like a joke.
One by one, the Avengers gathered their coats and quietly made their way toward the elevator. Nobody really knew what to say, so nobody said anything at all.
The elevator doors slid shut behind them and for one glorious second, there was complete silence.
Then Clint let out a snort. Sam burst into laughter almost immediately, doubling over as Bucky shook his head with a quiet chuckle. Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, laughing into his hand, while even Natasha gave up trying to keep a straight face.
Peter closed his eyes. "I am never living this down."
Steve smiled apologetically at Y/n from the other side of the elevator. "I hope this hasn't ruined your view of us."
Y/n looked around the cramped elevator at the team trying- and failing- to stop laughing. She glanced at Peter beside her before looking back at Steve. A smile slowly spread across her face as she reached over and slipped her arm through Peter's. "I actually think you're all completely insane."
Clint nodded without a second's hesitation. "You should've run when you had the chance."
Peter let out an offended scoff. "You don't think I tried?" He pointed at himself before gesturing toward Y/n. "Aunt May's apartment wasn't actually flooded."
"I knew it!" Sam exclaimed, causing Bucky to roll his eyes. He reluctantly slipped out a twenty from his pocket and slapped it into Sam's hand.
"I believed the tale," Thor admitted thoughtfully. "Flooding seemed a perfectly reasonable excuse to abandon such an... uncomfortable gathering."
That finally broke Y/n. A giggle escaped her lips before she could stop it, quickly turning into full laughter alongside everyone else.
The elevator chimed as the doors slid open into the lobby. One by one, the Avengers stepped out, exchanging hugs, waves and goodbyes before heading off in different directions. Peter and Y/n lingered behind, waving one last time as the others disappeared into the night.
Once they stepped outside, the cool evening air hit them both. Y/n slipped her hands into the pockets of her coat and looked over at Peter. "I love you. I really do..."
A small grin tugged at Peter's lips. "But..."
She sighed dramatically. "But I'm never coming back here."
Peter let out a quiet chuckle, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as they continued walking. He gently pulled her a little closer before pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. "I don't blame you."
Together, they disappeared into the evening, leaving behind one unforgettable dinner party- and silently agreeing never to speak of it again.
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