“There’s no one I’d rather sneak away with…” with Peter pls?? 👀
27. “There’s no one I’d rather sneak away with…”
Warnings: extreme fluff, discrimination against worms
A/N: I got carried away with the fluff so now it’s a long blurb, hope that’s okay, lyy
The most recent mission had gone extremely well. The Avengers had yet again protected earth from extraterrestrial enemies, resulting in a huge international celebration. All around the world, people were praising their names. Interviews, press conferences, statements, galas in their honour, the works.
Y/N however had always been afraid of crowds and speaking in public. Whenever she had to give a statement, she became a blubbering nervous wreck, unable to form full and grammatically correct sentences.
This was a struggle she was currently dealing with at the Met Gala where the Avengers had been invited that year. Superheroes at a fashion ball, it was unheard of. But this was her life now...apparently.
“I love your dress. The tiger print and the boa theme you have going, you’re like a walking zoo,” she laughed, immediately regretting her stupid remark as she watched Anna Wintour walk away with a huff.
Groaning into her hand, she searched through the extravagant crowd, desperate to find a familiar face. However, all of her teammates were casually chatting with the numerous celebrities, recounting their fantastic stories and exploits with confidence and poise.
Tony was conversing with Elon Musk, and Y/N just knew she wouldn’t understand a word of their conversation. Natasha was laughing loudly with Clint as they made fun of people’s costumes, probably a little tipsy. Thor was posing for pictures with numerous celebrities, flashing a pearly white grin at the camera, and Steve was probably retelling his ice conservation story for the millionth time. Where was Peter?
“Hi, sorry, excuse me, pardon me, thank you. Wow, love your hat, sorry, ‘scuse me, thanks!” She heard a boyish voice getting closer and closer to her. She whirled around in her big black feathery dress, struggling not to trip over her train as her eyes settled on Peter.
The theme of the event was Animal Kingdom, so he had opportunistically chosen to wear a black and red spider suit (yes, a real suit), most of his face covered by a sparkling black mask, his identity thus still preserved. She smiled at him as he finally caught up to her, slightly out of breath.
“Wow, there are so many people here!” he exclaimed, receiving a few quick glances from the passersby.
“Tell me about it,” Y/N answered, her voice thick with anxiety.
The young hero frowned at her beneath his mask.
“Are you doing okay? I know you have trouble with these kinds of things,” he asked, leaning in closer to her so as not to be overheard.
“Yeah, it’s fine. I just- kind of wanna get out of here. You know, just to get a breather.”
Peter softy pressed his hand against the small of her back and urged her to follow him, wading through the sea of busy celebrities, ignoring the sound of his alter-ego’s name being called out.
“Where are we going?” Y/N asked.
“You’ll see,” said Peter, walking into a long and thin corridor.
At the end of the corridor was a large glass door. The pair walked out onto an empty terrace, overlooking the park behind the building of the Met, Peter consequently removing his mask for a bit, leaving his hair in a mess.
Y/N could hear cabs honking aggressively in the streets down below, but the chatter and chaos of New York felt so far away from up here. She was left breathless as she let her eyes roam around the Manhattan skyline, the sight of the skyscrapers in the distance blowing her away.
“This view’s insane,” she breathed, her eyes refusing to leave the incredible panorama.
“Yeah, it’s breathtaking.” She heard Peter answer peacefully. She tore her eyes away from the skyline and caught his gaze, her cheeks filling with red at the intensity of his look. He smiled softly and looked away, watching the fascinating activity going down on the ground in the distance.
“I can’t believe you got away with a spider suit,” Y/N laughed, reaching out to touch the silky material of Peter’s suit.
“Spiders aren't animals,” she teased.
Peter looked back at her and scoffed.
“Yeah well at least I stayed true to my powers. I didn’t know you could fly,” he accused, pointing at the hundreds of little black feathers coating Y/N’s dress.
“You try finding an animal that represents all four elements,” she said, defending her outfit.
“Well I don’t know, you could’ve gotten creative with it. You could’ve come here with a worm theme for a quarter of your dress, you know, for earth. Then a quarter fish for water, quarter bird for air, and uh-...quarter phoenix for fire!”
Y/N’s eyes widened in disbelief, choked laughs escaping her throat.
“Okay first of all, quarter-worm?” she exclaimed, “I was not showing up at the Met Gala dressed like a worm!”
“I know, that’s why I said “quarter,” replied Peter.
“You’re an idiot. And by the way, a phoenix is basically just a big supernatural bird so I’d be half-dressed like a bird anyway. Ha-burn!”
Peter shook his head as he watched her savagely defend her outfit.
“Oh come, look at me and tell me I’m not rocking this dress,” Y/N said with a twirl, showing off her backless costume and its train.
Peter’s eyes clouded intensely and he gazed at her, struggling to form a coherent sentence.
“Yeah, you-uh you look really good. In that dress, I mean-not that you don’t look great outside of the dress. Not naked! Obviously, I wouldn’t know how you look naked- I mean, I-,” he rambled, spewing nonsense word after nonsense word, unable to stop the foot in his mouth from growing.
Y/N giggled taking a step forward, bringing her figure closer to his, the warmth of his body welcome in the cool night air. She timidly smiled up at him.
“It’s okay. I get what you were trying to say,” she reassured sweetly.
“You do?” Peter asked, gazing down at her beautiful face, the face he felt so lucky to see every day back at the Avengers headquarters.
“You think...I’m- beautiful,” she murmured, afraid of being wrong. “Right?”
“Yes?” the boy replied, his heart thundering against his ribs at the soft sound of his name, his eyes never leaving Y/N’s.
Peter didn’t bother replying, instead reaching up to cup Y/N’s soft cheek with his hand, pulling her into a warm and sweet kiss. She hummed against his lips sending vibrations throughout his whole body, the tiny hairs on the back of his neck rising instantly. He could feel her warm skin beneath the tips of his fingers as he placed his other hand on the small of her back, her inviting lips gliding over his own sending him reeling
Y/N sighed through her nostrils as Peter deepened the kiss, and she felt him pull her closer with his arm hooked around her waist. Nothing was comparable to how good this moment felt. The world had stopped spinning, with only Peter and her lips moving together in a slow and tantalising waltz. Perfect.
After a while, the pair stopped kissing, but held each other, not quite ready to let each other go, the warmth of their embrace too good to walk away from.
Y/N slipped a hand in Peter’s soft curls, slowly threading through his hair as she watched his chest heave a little while he tried to catch his breath.
“Thank you for sneaking out with me,” she whispered against his suit.
He hummed in response, pressing a sweet little peck on her forehead before resting his chin atop her head.
“There’s no one I’d rather sneak away with,” he replied and for a small peaceful moment, the world melted away.
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