The next few days, you avoided Peter like he was the plague. Sure, you liked the odd swooping in your stomach whenever he was near you, but the other avengers were unbearable. Still, you didn’t think they’d go further than just messing with you.
“(Y/n), come quick!” Sam yelled.
“What is it?” You said, panting from having just ran down 3 flights of stairs (who designed hq?!?).
“I lost control of redwing, and it’s stuck in the back of the closet. I don’t have connection with it anymore and I think it’s broken. You’re the smallest avenger currently in the building, and I don’t trust magicky stuff around my bird. Can you help?”
You stared at him with wide eyes, “you called me down for that,”
Bucky snorted, and Sam nodded at you, earnestly.
“You asshole Sam, I thought we wer being attacked!” You said as you opened the closet door.
But before you had even turned the light on, Sam shoved you in, shutting the door behind you.
“Sam! Sam! Bucky, let me out!”
“(Y-y/n)?” You heard peters voice behind you, and you jumped, you head colliding with his.
“Oh, hey Peter… ummm, yeah, hi.” You said quietly, praying to god Peter didn’t also have enhanced eyesight and could see your blush.
“We’ll let you out soon,” Bucky said, and you could have sworn that he was grinning madly.
You sighed, “redwing’s not in here,”
“Nope!” Sam laughed, “talk to Peter, (y/n), we’ll be back soon.”
You closed your eyes, suddenly hyper aware of how close Peter was to you.
“So, um, you’ve been avoiding me.” Peter began, awkwardly, “and I don’t know why. But Sam and Bucky said they did, and then locked me in here. Ten minutes later and you’re here too. Care to explain?”
You fought to keep calm, “I, uh, I wasn’t being that obvious, was I?”
Peter laughed, his arm brushing against your own.
“Alright then,” you muttered.
“T-the thing is, (y/n), I really like you and I don’t wanna lose your friendship because of something stupid that I did or whatever.”
You blushed again, “no, Peter, I was avoiding you because of something stupid. It doesn’t matter, and I’m really sorry.”
Peter hand had somehow wrapped itself around your elbow, and although the touch was barely there, you found it hard to breathe.
“Something stupid? Like what?”
“Like… Like that!” You said, pulling your arm free from his grasp.
In the small amount of light in the room, you saw his expression go from confused to a huge, silly grin in a second.
“That is, uh, kinda stupid,” he said, leaning in so that his hot breath tickled your face.
You nodded, putting a hand on his chest to steady yourself.
Peter gulped, visibly, then leaned forward and crashed his lips against your own.
You lost all conscious thought for a second, wrapping your arms around his neck and tangling your fingers in his hair.
Peter pulled away quickly.
“I’m sorry, (y/n), I just really like you and I’ve kinda wanted to do that for a while, but i totally respect your boundaries, and if -”
You laughed and kissed him again, pulling away long enough to say, “I like you too, Peter.”
The door burst open.
“YES!” Sam and Bucky yelled, laughing.
“NO!” Tony, Clint, and Steve yelled, their fatherly instincts kicking in.
“Just give the kids some space!” Nat said, rolling her eyes and winking at you not very subtly.
You groaned against Peter’s chest, “that’s why didn’t talk to you.”
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