Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader (kind of)
Request: anon - Can you do one where Stark has a teen daughter who comes of as shy and quiet and she was chosen to sing a song at a school competition? Flash and some other kids start snickering when she’s called up but then blows them all away singing Avril Lavigne’s head above water.. the team also attends and her performance moves Tony to tears and shuts flash and her usual bullies right up. 🤗
A/N : this was so cute! The song is amazing too. Totally recommend. I hope you like this!!!!!! Also I thought it’d be cute to add some cute Peter x reader friendship stuff
The girls at the base magically convinced me to audition for the winter show at school. Nat claims she heard me singing when I was cooking one day, Wanda claiming she hears it when I’m in the shower. According to her, we have “thin walls”.
“Come on, (y/n)! You have to at least audition! You have such a lovely voice, you really do. You’d blow them away!” Wanda pipes up from her lounge chair, her feet propped up on the coffee table.
“She’s right you know,” Natasha chimes in from across the island. I sigh into my coffee mug.
“You may not realize it, but you hum and sing a lot around this place. In the showers, the gym, in here especially,” Nat adds.
“The point is, there’s no harm in auditioning. If you make it, you make it. If you don’t,-“
“You slice their throats.” Nat cuts Wanda off with a smile.
I let out a chuckle, sighing once more.
I rummage through my closet, fresh out of the shower, looking for the sequined tank top that Pepper bought me for my birthday last month.
“Hey, Dad?” I call as I continue my search.
“What’s up?” He leans on the door frame with his arms crossed.
“Have you seen that navy blue glitter top that Pepper bought me?”
“I have,” Steve chimes in as he walks by.
“In the living area on one of the couches I think,” he responds as he continues down the hall.
“Thank you!” I shout back, grabbing black jeans from my dresser.
“Do you think you’re gonna be able to make it tonight?” I ask the man in the doorway.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he smiles.
“Okay well it’s at seven, but I won’t perform right away. So technically we have two hours,” I talk as I lay out my outfit on the mattress.
“Okay. Good to know kiddo.” He gives me a nod and exits the room, leaving me to prep.
“I should probably grab my top,” I mumble, clutching the towel wrapped around me. I make my way to the living area, immediately spotting the fabric draped over the couch. I grab it and head back, shutting the door and throwing on the outfit. I pair it with my simple circle necklace and black heels.
“Cute, classy, but not overdone. Okay!” I clap my hands together. With a sigh I throw on some simple makeup and call it good. Letting my hair air dry. “I’ve got a whole hour. Perfect,” I mumble, exiting my room to the kitchen. Immediately I spot Peter, lazily relaxed on the sectional.
“Well look what the cat dragged in,” I laugh as I walk to the fridge, pulling out my water bottle. Peter sits up, flashing me a grin.
“You look amazing,” he smiles, looking me up and down, approving of my fashion choices.
“Well thank you kind sir,” I give a small bow.
“Wh-where you headed?” He stutters, scratching the back of his head.
“I’m going to go to the training room to kind of practice before tonight. Gotta psych myself up, ya know?” I shrug, walking away.
She walks out of the room, glittering like a hundred stars. I sigh and fall back on the couch, remembering what we had. Remembering our first kiss. Why am I suddenly missing all of that?
No, Peter. Stop you idiot. You didn’t have time for that then, what makes you think you have any now?
“Ughhhhhh,” I pick up my phone, scrolling through the latest Spider-Man tagged posts. Most are just from earlier in the week when I saved a cat from a tree.
The internet went crazy over it.
The phone falls on my chest and I exhale.
“I’m gonna walk around a bit,” I mumble to myself. I push my body up off of the sectional with a stretch. For a while, I roam the halls, not really going anywhere. That is, until I hear it. Down the corridor is the entrance to the training room, where (y/n) said she was headed. The closer I get, the more it becomes clearer. Her voice gliding through every note, every word like a river. So soft and beautiful, full of raw emotions.
I stand outside of the doorway, leaned against the wall. A hand grabs my shoulder bringing me out of my trance. “Hey kid,” the voice says. I turn around. There Steve stands, twice my size.
“Oh hey Mr. Rogers, I-I was just walking and I heard her singing so-“ I quietly try to explain.
Steve gives a soft smile, pressing his back to the wall next to me. “I know kid. She’s been practicing in there for the past two weeks. I like to listen too, sometimes. It really helps when I have a rough day,” steve shrugs, looking at the floor.
“I’ve never heard her sing before. She’s amazing though. I wish she could realize it.” Steve flashes a sad smile.
“Me too kid. She’s lucky to have you,” he gives me a pat on the shoulder.
“What’re you two gossiping about now?” (Y/n) asks, amusement and curiosity in her voice. My mouth opens and closes, trying to find an excuse.
“You know what? Never mind,” she laughs, sauntering away. She turns on her heel to look back at us.
“You coming? We’re gonna be late.”
“Okay, okay, okay. You got this. Just go out there, and sing your heart out,” I mumble, giving myself a pep talk backstage.
“(Y/n)!” I look up, spotting MJ. She gives me a small wave as she makes her way to me.
“Hey, MJ!” I wrap my arms around her in a quick hug. “What’re you doing? I though you hate performing?”
She shrugs, “I do. I’m just part of the crew. Apparently this counts as community service hours, so I thought why not?” As if on cue, Flash spots me.
“Hey (y/n)! I didn’t think you made it past auditions! What is it you do again?”
“Oh, right, right.” He nods. “Well, I doubt you’re going to make top ten. But hey, miracles happen,” a voice sounds through an intercom backstage calling for the next two acts, one of them being Flash’s group.
“Would you look at that? I gotta go. What is it they say before you perform? Break- break a leg? Yeah, break a leg, or don’t. Who cares?”
“Don’t listen to him. You’ll knock their socks off.” MJ reassures me, giving me a pat on the shoulder before walking away. One by one, they all perform. Leaving me and four other acts.
“(Y/n) Stark!” The manager calls. I raise my hand and she gestures for me to follow. She stops me just behind the curtain.
“Good luck!” She says with a smile, leaving me in wait. They call my name and the curtain opens. Several bright lights shine in my face, my heart pounding. I walk over the the piano positioned on one side.
“Next we have (y/n) Stark performing “Head Above Water!” The host announces, followed by applause and loud cheers. They die out, and I start playing, my heart beating a million miles an hour.
I gotta keep the calm before the storm,
I look out into the croud as I sing, looking for the pair of brown eyes that calm me.
I don’t want less I don’t want more.
I find Wanda, sitting on the end of a row. Her legs crossed and a huge smile on her face. Easing the nerves.
Let’s bar the windows and the doors,
Next to her is nat. Her hair pulled into a side braid to frame her face, a black Adidas cap on her head. She watches like a proud mom.
To keep me safe, to keep me warm.
I look back at the piano, my hands shaking.
Yeah, my life is what I’m fighting for.
Can’t part the sea can’t reach the shore.
And my voice becomes the driving force
I won’t let this pull me overboard.
I close my eyes, pouring all of me into the chorus. Every raw emotion.
God keep my head above water, Don’t let me drown,
I look back up, searching for him. My eyes land on Clint and his family. I invited him, offering for him to bring the kids. Laura jumped on the opportunity. Now They’re all watching me with goofy smiles on their faces.
It gets harder, I’ll meet you there, at the alter
I find Steve next, a phone in hand. Presumably trying his best to video tape. Sam on one side of him, trying to help.
Then I see my dad. His hand over half of his face, occasionally wiping away tears.
I need you now. I need you most
Then I find him. Peter. Sitting in between my dad and Steve. A dorky smile on his face. His eyes twinkling in the light. I smile, finding the calm inside of me. I sing with everything I’ve got until the end.
Don’t let me drown, and keep my head above water, above water.
I pause, and the applause erupts. Cheers and hollars echo through the auditorium. I take my first real breath, in total wow. “I did it,” I breathe as I walk off stage. The other performers go out as MJ envelopes me in a huge hug telling me how good it was. I thank her.
“We have now totaled the points for our top ten medalists,” they name all but three, and I’m crossing my fingers. Now our top three will you please come out on stage, Flash And Bash, (y/n) Stark, and Jaime Cox.” I’m filled with joy and terror as the three of us walk out. “In third, we have Jaime Cox!” The audience give applause.
“In second place, we have... Flash and Bash! Which leaves us with (y/n) Stark as our Winter winner! Congratulations!” I receive the medal and pose for a picture. I made it.
I exit backstage, suddenly bombarded with hugs and many many kisses from Nat. Wanda squeals like a little girl and hugs me tight. Peter walks froward with a bouquet of flowers, grinning from ear to ear.
“You were amazing, truly amazing.” He hugs me and I laugh, “Only because all of you were there.” Then my dad walks up eyes puffy with a huge smile.
“You cried?” I put my hand over my heart.
“How could I not? It was so beautiful, and I’m so proud.” He pulls me into an embrace.
“Hey, uh (y/n)? I was wondering if you wanted to maybe to get pizza with me?” Peter asks, scratching the back of his neck.
“Sure Id love that. I’ll meet you guys back at the base.” My dad nods, and everybody gives me one last hug before leaving. Peter and I walk out the doors of the auditorium when a familiar voice calls my name. Flash
“Hey, uh, I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I underestimated you. You’re actually really good. Keep it up Stark,” he says. Giving me a small smile. I look over at Pete and shrug, the biggest grins on our faces.
