Princess| P.Parker
(a/n): Hola bitches, how’s your depressive life going? I made this because i had a dream about it last night, enjoy<3 (p.s i hate this omg its so horrible but try to enjoy)
Summary: Peter and the other meets the British Royal family.
Warning: fluff? idk
w/c: 1,541 (sorry)
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Everybody knows that The British Royal Family is one of the most powerful family’s out there. Even though, it’s the 21st century, they are still old fashioned people, still following the awful traditions.
“Do I look okay?” Steve asked the team for the 100th time.
Bucky rolled his eyes. "How many times do you ask this? You look alright expect for the tie.” He pointed out making Steve panic in return.
Steve never learned how to tie; Peggy always used to do it for him.
“Come on. I’ll help this grandpa.” Natasha said, motioning Steve to walk over to her.
All of the Avenger’s are in one of the most fanciest limo Tony owned. Everyone was in the car. Including; Peter Parker a.k.a spider-man.
It’s been a year after Peter revealed that he is spider-man to the whole world. Some people were mad since he was only 19 at the time.
Few minutes later, they arrived. The gates to the castle quickly opened, showing the big, tall, beautiful castle.
Avenger’s eyes widened and Steve was already starting to freak out even more. “Oh my god. I’m about the meet a Royal family!” He exclaimed.
Steve was over the moon when Tony told everyone they will be meeting the Royal family on Saturday.
But right at the moment, the Royal family was also freaking out. “(Y/n), sweetie! Are you do—” Your mothers words by interrupted by the sight of you walking down the stair.
“Oh, my sweet pumpkin. You look beautiful.” She always say that and you always feel flattered every time she says it.
“Mother, I think the dress is bit tight, don’t you think?” You asked her.
Your mother observed the dress. “I think it’s alright. Have you seen Elliot?”
Elliot, your younger brother with horrible anger issue and just happens to be one of the most arrogant people out there. He’s obviously going trough that teenage emo phase.
“Probably with father.” You sighed, the corset was bit too much. Your hair neatly styled into a bun.
Your mother walked up to you, letting few bits of hair fall. She kissed your temple. “Come get your father for me, would you?”
“Of course.” You said, grabbing a handful of your dress in order to help you walk. You figured he’s either in the garden or the library.
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“Steve, leave the poor tie alone.” Tony demanded Steve who was trying to loose the tie.
“It’s chocking me.” He groaned, frustrated and everyone ignored him.
“Mr. Stark, any idea why the Royal family wanted to meet us?” Peter walked faster so he can walk beside him.
“Who wouldn’t? We are amazing. Well, it’s mostly me.” Tony answered with his usual cocky smirk.
“Please, you guys are nothing without me.” Wanda remarked and gave Tony an innocent smile which he ignored.
All of them were walking towards the castle. The castle’s big shiny door slowly turning big as each step they took.
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“Dad, why do I need to wear this awfully designed suit that makes me wanna kill myself?” Elliot bawled, standing next to you.
“Don’t be dramatic, Elliot.” Your father rolled his eye, looking at his suit to see if there is anything wrong with it.
Everyone was standing next to each other, waiting to greet The Avenger's. There were few professionally trained guards, just in case.
The door opened, showing the Avenger’s walking towards them. The men in black fancy suits (which Tony bought) and the women wearing one of the nicest dress out there. It was shorter than yours which you quite envied.
You were out here, wearing a dress probably made in the 1800′s. It was likely the dress is haunted by the owner.
“Welcome! Tony, nice to meet you again.” Your father went to shook his hand while you and Elliot were nervously and awkwardly standing next to each other.
“You’ve met my wife!”
“Of course, nice to see you again, Charlotte.”
“Hi, Tony.”
“I’m Thor. I’m a god.”
“You’re Captain America!”
There were lots of chatters and small talk. Elliot looked bored, as always until his eyes landed on Winter Soldier.
He nudged you with his elbow. “Look it’s my idol.” He whispered and you glanced at him. To be honest; he’s scary-looking.
Elliot went to fan girl over him. Bucky was obviously shocked that he had a fan but he was flattered. Elliot was rambling about how amazing the Winter Soldier is. (which he is not wrong).
You were out of the blue, standing there, playing with your fingers. Your eyes were on a certain young gentleman that seemed to be about your age.
Surprisingly, he looked back at you, making an eye contact. Iron man noticed you two staring and whispered something in his ear. His eyes widened, whispered back to Iron man.
The boy gave up, sighed and started to walk towards you making your knees go weak.
“H-Hi. I’m Penis P—No, I’m Peter, by the way.” He didn't know what to do so he bowed.
“We don’t do that here.” You said but it kinda came off as a harsh.
“Oh—right, sorry.” He immediately started to mentally slap himself.
“I’m (Y/n).” You leaned in to shake his hand.
“I know. Well, you’re the princess. Haha.” He saw the weird look you gave him. “O-Oh, I’m sorry, uhh—”
“Don’t apologise.” You smiled at him and it gave him millions of butterfly in his stomach. “So, you’re spider-man?”
This caught Peter’s attention.
“You know m-me?” He was stuttering so bad but he pretended to ignore the embarrassment he felt.
“Who doesn’t?” You laughed.
You two noticed how everyone was beginning to walk away to have some lunch. “Hey, you hungry?” He asked you.
“Not really. I ate a fat load of bacon in the morning.” You quickly shuts your mouth.
“Same. Well, since your not hungry, wanna ditch?” He raised his eyebrow at you.
You thought about it. Your mom and dad will be busy talking and probably won’t even notice spider-man and you gone.
“Alright but no funny business.” You joked, but half of you were not joking.
“Of course. Where is the garden?”
“At the back of the castle.”
“Can you run with that dress?”
“I’ll try.”
“Great.”
He grabbed your hand and ran. You and Peter were giggling and laughing while holding hands and running.
You have never ran in the castle and it felt amazing.
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Peter slowly let go of your hand, looking around garden. He thought these kind of garden’s only exist in fairy tales. A big fountain in the middle, flowers, lots of them in a beautiful vibrant
“Do you come here often?” He asked you.
“Sometimes. I like to read here.” You replied, softly.
He smiled. “Can you swim?”
“You sure do ask a lot of question, don’t you?” You smirked as he rolled his eyes. Peter was now more comfortable around you.
“Answer my question, princess.” His voice was low due to all the running.
“Yes.” You answered, noticed how dirty your dress was but you didn’t care.
“Good.” He said before pushing you to the fountain. You squeaked, falling into the working fountain. This is one of the most craziest thing you have done but you didn’t care, you were finally having fun.
Peter was laughing his ass off and jumped into the fountain with you making a big splash.
“Peter! You and I are going to be in such big trouble!” You shouted because the fountain was making loud noise.
“What? I can’t hear you.” He shouted, obviously lying.
Your neat bun was now fallen and Peter couldn’t take his eyes off you. You looked so darn gorgeous in the sun that was shining your face.
“What?” You asked him, getting the attention of him.
He didn’t answer but leaned into you, lips almost touching. Your breath hitched, staring at his lips while he stared at yours.
“Hi.” You whispered softly.
“Hi.” He replied. You two ignored the everything around, just focusing on each other.
“Can I kiss you, princess?” Peter was secretly freaking out in the inside but he didn’t dared to show it to you.
“Yes.”
He nearly missed, his lips a tad too far left and his nose bumping against yours, but he persisted. His eyes were closed, like Tony had told him, but he could hear the crinkling of your smile as you manoeuvred your mouth into position, tilting your head so that your lips could meet his.
Your lips brushed his, softly, delicately, like butterfly wings, just long enough that he could feel the warmth of your skin, and the taste of your lip gloss.
“Are you going to tell the Queen about this?” Bucky asked Elliot. Both of them were looking at Peter and you through the big window in Elliot’s room.
“Honestly, no. I’ll give my sister her moment and then later on make fun of her.” He answered.
“Oh my god. Elliot, you got to have one of the most amazing toilet to ever exist. I just took the best shit of my life.” Sam interrupted, walking out of his bathroom.
Elliot and Bucky ignored Sam, staring at Peter and you. “What you weirdos looking at—oh, wow. The spider is getting it.”
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