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a/n: this one is an oldie that I’m sure has been on tumblr on my old account but 🤷🏽‍♀️fake dating tropes are just a classic warnings: so much cheese, mentions of blood/fighting/guns, language of course, and oh no...there’s only one bed... pairing: peter parker x reader word count: 9.9k (damn) summary: peter comes up with the brilliant idea of you both fake dating each other as a way to get the team to back off on the couple comments

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"Okay so you know how the team won't leave us alone about wanting us to date?"

"Weird way to start a conversation, but go on," you barely glanced up from your math homework to see your best friend biting his lip with his eyebrows scrunched up, clearly deep in thought.

"Okay hear me out," Peter put his hands flat on the table, leaning forward. "What if we did date?"

"What?" You laughed a little, giving him a weird look. "Did you hit your head during patrol?"

"I meant like, what if we pretended to date? We already hang out a lot and it wouldn't be so hard to act like we're together. It would get them to shut up about it, right?"

"That's just giving them what they want, though," you knit your eyebrows, "Wouldn't that just make the comments worse?"

You and Peter had been friends ever since you both joined the team as trainees a few years ago. It was easy to get close when you were both the same age, and you did missions and went on patrol together. Peter was your best friend and even though that was all there was, the team didn't seem to think so.

It seemed like you couldn't even look at Peter without one of them commenting on how cute you would be together. Or how Peter needed to hurry up and ask you out, since it was apparently so obvious you two were into each other. But that wasn't the case for either of you.

Sure, Peter was cute, but you had never thought of him as anything more than your friend, and you knew he felt the same. It was getting weird with the team trying to push you together when you were perfectly fine with what you already had. Your friendship was getting strained and uncomfortable, and you were both looking for anything to get them to stop so it could just go back to normal.

Maybe Peter was onto something with this idea.

"At first maybe, but then we could like, stage a break up and decide to be just friends or something and they'd have to lay off because that would be messed up if they kept pushing us to be together after we broke up. They aren't mean, it'll finally stop."

"Okay," you could wrap your head around the idea a little easier. You tapped your pencil on your head, thinking, "But I thought you were going to ask MJ out, why don't you just date her? Then they'll leave us both alone and we don't have to lie about it."

Peter let out a groan, sitting in the chair next to you and putting his head in his hands in a typical dramatic fashion. You might've laughed if he hadn't looked so upset all of a sudden.

"Oh, should I have not brought that up?" You winced a little as his annoyed expression. "I thought you had, like, a plan and everything-"

"Brad Davis is ruining my plan," he muttered, and you frowned. "I hate that the blip made him our age and now I have to deal with him trying to get with MJ before I can."

"Hey, but there's still a chance, right?" You encouraged, hating seeing him this upset over something that hadn't even happened yet. "I mean, he's not with her yet. As long as you don't use that God-awful lego themed pick up line on her-"

"Shut up," he whined, pouting a little dramatically as you snickered. "That was a joke when I said it to you."

"And it was the worst line anyone has ever used on me," you tapped his nose with your pencil, chuckling when he scrunched his nose up and swatted it away. "But seriously, I'm sure you have a chance still."

"I don't know," he sighed, shaking his head. "Okay but if we did fake date then maybe she would get jealous and then-"

"Bad idea," you cut him off, "Making a girl jealous like that would never work in your favor. It could backfire bad. Plus, I don't hang out with your friends often, how would she even know? It's not a good plan. If we're doing this, the team is the only one that can and should know. I don't want to lie to a bunch of people and make a mess."

He lifted his head, grinning, "So we're doing it?"

"It seems like it could work," you shrugged, "I'm getting tired of Sam saying I give you heart eyes every time I look in your direction. Literally yesterday I looked out the window and he asked if I was thinking about you, but really I just saw a billboard advertising half off milkshakes and that's all I could think about all day. No offense but that sounded more appealing than you do."

Peter snickered, "Yeah, and whenever I train with you and Tony tells me to keep my hands to myself. Which doesn't even make sense because how am I meant to keep my hands to myself when we're sparring?"

You chuckled with him, shaking your head. "We have to plan it. They need to buy it and it needs to last long enough to be believable, but also short enough that they don't get suspicious when we end things and decide to stay friends. Okay?"

"Sounds good to me," he agreed, sticking his hand out for you shake. You laughed and shook it, squealing when he yanked you up and spun you around in a hug.

"Put me down, menace!" You laughed as he set you down, frowning at the nickname you started giving him ever since that guy at the Daily Bugle coined it for Spider-Man.

"This'll be easy," he stole your pencil from you, sitting down and sliding your homework over to look at. "Not as easy as this math homework that you're somehow doing wrong, though."

"What?" You complained, sitting next to him and looking at your sheet over his shoulder. "What am I doing wrong?"

You weren't sure how Peter managed to keep such good grades while also being Spider-Man, but you supposed it was because he was just naturally so smart. You were struggling just to pass at this point, and you didn't even patrol with him as often just so you could try and save your grades.

Sometimes you wished you went to school with Peter just so you could copy his notes and pass a class as easy as he did.

"I'll show you," he said a little cheekily, and you stuck your tongue out at him. "We covered this stuff last year."

"Oh sorry, I forgot you went to a genius school," you poked his cheek, and he made a face, "Nerd."

"Do you want my help or not?"

"Hey lovebirds," Tony's voice interrupted your comeback, the nickname making you grimace a little as he walked into the kitchen. "What're you kiddies up to?"

"Peter's trying to teach me math since apparently I'm incapable."

"I never said you were incapable," he protested.

"Okay well, keep things PG," Tony grabbed something from a cabinet , "I'll allow PG-13 but only once I leave, please."

You tossed your empty water bottle at the back of his head as he left laughing, but Peter webbed it and brought it back before it could smack him. He shot you a glare while you crossed your arms, leaning back.

"Should've let me hit him."

-

"Peter, I've removed a bullet from your shoulder, I can hold your hand without getting weirded out," you muttered, and he gave you a sheepish look.

You were both in the elevator on your way to the briefing room for a mission that would be in a few weeks. Being briefed this early was a little annoying, but Steve liked to plan ahead. Way ahead, apparently.

"Just don't want to make you uncomfortable," he said, which was pretty sweet of him but also it was literally just holding hands.

"Dude, we're gonna have to do more than hold hands to convince them we're dating," you pointed out, taking initiative and just grabbing his hand.

"Like what?" He made a face, "I don't really feel like making out with you in front of the team, although that would definitely get the point across-"

"I didn't mean that, idiot," you rolled your eyes, "Pet names. Cheek kisses. Put your arm around my shoulder. Staring into each other's eyes. Be like that really annoying couple in second period that always gets separated. We don't have to kiss at all but if we just act like normal and all we do is hold hands, they're gonna be suspicious."

"Okay, fake dating expert," he wiggled his eyebrows at you and you shook your head, "What's your favorite pet name?"

"I don't have one," you shrugged, "Just call me babe or something, I don't know."

"That's not romantic enough," he gave you a look, "Aren't we supposed to be, like, in love?"

"In love?" You couldn't help but laugh at that, "We're two high schoolers just beginning to date, I doubt they expect it to be that deep. And if they do then something is wrong with them."

"Whatever you say, sweetheart," he grinned just as the elevator doors opened, and you tried to ignore the weird feeling you got when he said that nickname as he tugged you out into the briefing room.

Maybe you did have a favorite pet name after all.

"About time you guys showed up, Steve was going to start without you," Bucky grumbled, earning a look from Steve.

"We aren't even late," Peter complained, "And Tony isn't here either!"

"He's not joining on this mission," Steve said, "Are we gonna start the briefing or talk some more about Tony?"

You exchanged a look with Peter while Steve and Nat started going over the basics, Bucky and Sam listening as you both sat down. No one seemed to notice you and Peter were holding hands and sitting as close as possible, which was weird.

Though you figured soon enough someone would have to point it out, considering how eager they always are to tease you both.

During the rundown Sam made some comment about you two always being paired together and how it was a sign from the universe or something. Instead of protesting or making a snarky comeback you and Peter just glanced at each other.

"Yeah, maybe," Peter shrugged, shooting you a wink. Normally you would've rolled your eyes but you just smiled back at him.

"Yo, they're holding hands!" Sam suddenly yelled out, pointing to you both. That comment must've made him finally notice.

"So what?" You acted nonchalant. "Isn't it normal for couples to hold hands or is that like, some weird rule and not allowed in the briefing room-"

"You've been dating?" Nat asked flatly, raising an eyebrow. "You're together?"

"Yeah, we thought you guys knew," Peter said, frowning. "You kept referencing us being together? I thought we were all on the same page here."

"Wait, really?" Bucky asked with a blank expression, and you both nodded. "This isn't a joke?"

"Yeah I mean, you guys kept pushing it and we realized maybe you were right. What's the big deal?" Peter shot you a soft grin, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

"Okay, well, should we continue talking about their dating lives or the really important mission we're meant to be going on?" Steve changed the subject while Bucky gave you both a suspicious look.

Pranks were common from you both and you could already tell Bucky thought something was up. If this was going to really work, they had to think it was real before you guys "broke up". If they thought it was fake at all, the teasing would never stop and probably only get worse.

Peter squeezed your hand and gave you a thumbs up when the others weren't looking. But you knew this was only step one.

The easy part was over - convincing them you guys were serious would probably be harder.

-

"How was school?"

Peter let out a groan and collapsed against you in the middle of the sidewalk, making you laugh. He gave you a giant bear hug and didn't let you pull away, letting out a dramatic sigh while you patted his back.

It had been a few weeks now of the fake dating thing, and it seemed like Peter got way more comfortable around you what with all the hand holding and hugging and forehead kisses the last weeks entailed. You weren't even with the team and his hugs seemed to linger longer than normal, and once he even held your hand without realizing that no one was watching.

For the most part, they seemed to buy it - though Bucky and Tony were both obviously suspicious, and had tried to trick you both into admitting you guys weren't dating, but so far you and Peter were in the clear.

"That bad, huh?"

"Boring," he mumbled against your hair before finally pulling back. "I just want to patrol."

"We can patrol after I eat, I had to skip lunch and now I'm starving," you complained, tugging his arm. "Can we please go get Thai? I haven't been to that place by your apartment in ages and I'm kinda hoping that guy gives us free food again because of how hot your aunt is."

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that," Peter shuddered while you grinned, "Yeah, I guess we can go there. But May isn't coming just so you can get free food."

"You're no fun."

He just gave you a look as you both headed toward the Thai place, complaining about how you were always hungry after school. You went into a long, definitely unnecessary rant about how you couldn't pack a lunch or buy lunch, as you both finally reached the restaurant.

"You could ask Sam to pack a lunch for you, he makes good PB&J," Peter held the door open for you.

"Thanks. But how could he make it good, it's literally three ingredients?"

"I don't know, he just does. Maybe it's his secret super power."

You both sat at your normal booth and you tried not to snicker when the waiter asked Peter if his aunt would be joining. Peter got his usual and you changed it up, Peter making a face when the waiter left.

"Why do you always change your order when you know you're probably going to hate what they give you?"

"It's called living on the edge, Peter," you pointed a finger at him, "And also I've never had anything here that I've hated, it's only that Italian place on seventh that I usually regret changed my order at."

"Right," he rolled his eyes, "Must've mixed them up, silly of me."

"If you're mean to me I'm going to email J.J. Jameson and tell him that Spider-Man sleeps in Thor themed pajamas and also send him photo evidence. I bet that would at least make the second page."

"Damn, you're diabolical. Wait where did you get photo evidence-" he paused as the waiter came back already, way more food than you ordered. "Uh, sir we didn't order this?"

"On the house. Tell May I said hi," he gave you both a little grin before going to the back, Peter putting his head in his hands.

"He gave us free food and she's not even here," you cheered a little while Peter rolled his eyes. "I wish I had the power your aunt clearly has."

"Okay, but seriously, you don't actually have a photo of me in Thor pajamas right?"

"No, but I could probably get it. Unrelated question but when is the next time you're spending the night at the tower?" you shoved some food into your mouth while Peter shot you a glare.

"Well now I'm not telling you."

"Fine. Any updates on MJ and that Chad guy?"

"Brad," he corrected, staring dejectedly at his bowl while he twirled his noodles. "I think she likes him."

"Really? What makes you think so?"

"I don't know, they just seem to be hanging out more. Ned said he heard them talking about going to a protest together."

You choked out a laugh, "Peter, a protest hardly sounds like a date. I mean, good on them for being activists or whatever, but I doubt it's a date thing."

"I don't know, I'm just...I feel like she's not into me like I thought she was," he sounded sad as he said it, and you couldn't help but feel bad.

"Peter, you're a great guy, and if MJ doesn't see that then she doesn't deserve you," you said simply, taking another bite of food while Peter stared at you for a moment. "What?"

"Nothing," he scrunched his eyebrows together. "Um, anyway. What about you?"

"Too busy to think about that," you shrugged, "Also I'm almost failing chemistry so I should probably focus on that instead of thinking about boys and girls right now-"

"You're failing chem?" Peter squeaked out, "Since when?"

"Since I started patrolling every single night with you, and training in my free time," you made a face, "I think I should take a break."

He gave you a concerned look, "I can help you study if you want."

"That would be nice," you agreed, shaking your head. Peter glanced above your shoulder while you were talking and frowned, but you didn't notice. "That math trick that you taught me the other night actually really helped, so if you got any more tips like that then you'd be a life saver-"

Peter suddenly moved a hand up to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, before leaving his hand cupping your cheek. You felt your cheeks warm up under his palm as he smiled softly at you.

"Uh, what're you doing?"

"Bucky and Sam are five tables away from us," he said quietly, and you relaxed a little. But then you frowned.

"Oh, God. Are they seriously spying on us?"

"I think so, they have hats and shades on, but I can totally tell it's them, plus Bucky hates Thai food so I doubt they're here to eat," he chuckled, dropping his hand from your face but taking your free hand in his, playing with your fingers, "Sorry if I caught you off guard."

"Don't worry about it, this is good actually. They're trying to see if we're faking it, maybe they'll lay off when they see we're clearly a couple since we act like this outside of the tower."

"Hm, seems like this just became a date then," he pressed a kiss to your knuckles while you laughed, wishing you could see the look on Sam and Bucky's faces, but you knew better than to look back.

Man, you hadn't been on a date in ages. And Peter was a really good fake boyfriend.

He cracked jokes and told ridiculous stories like he always did, but this time he was holding your hand or throwing an arm over your shoulder or even dropping some pick up lines (not involving legos, thankfully) that managed to fluster you a little, which you were sure was probably enough to convince Bucky and Sam.

You couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't been in a relationship yet. Sure, there was that brief thing with Liz, and he was trying to get with MJ, but you were shocked that there hadn't been anyone to snatch him up yet.

"I think they just left," Peter whispered after a while, and you risked a glance back to see the two men leaving.

"We should be actors," you lifted your hand up for a high five and laughed when Peter slapped his palm against yours.

"I can't believe they came and spied on us. When do you think they'll let up?"

"I'd give it a few weeks," you shrugged, "Then after I dump you it should hopefully stop completely."

"Why-why would you be the one dumping me?" He sounded offended, putting a hand on his chest.

"Because you're too nice to break up with me," you laughed when he scoffed, crossing his arms.

"Can't it be a mutual break up?"

"I don't know Parker, it seems like you're pretty in love with me," you teased, "It would be hard to convince them it wasn't me breaking your heart."

"Ouch," he mumbled, but there was a grin growing on his lips as he poked at his food.

"We all know you're a hopeless romantic," you laughed as he turned a little pink. "No point in denying it."

"Whatever," he threw a crumpled up napkin at you while you laughed again, ducking to avoid it.

"MJ's gonna be lucky when you finally get the guts to tell her how you feel. You're a pretty good fake boyfriend," you lifted your drink toward him while he rolled his eyes.

"Thanks. You're a good fake girlfriend, too."

"Aw, thanks babe! It's gonna be so hard when I fake dump you."

"Oh, shut up."

-

The next week you and Peter had pretty much gotten a routine down perfectly. It was almost too easy to pretend to be dating. You were so used to holding his hand around the base that you figured it was a habit now.

Tony and Bucky didn't seem totally convinced, but at this point you didn't care. You and Peter figured once they stopped being so suspicious, you'd stage your break up, he could go after MJ and you could just try and save your school grade.

Easy peasy.

"I swear that's his name," Peter laughed when you shook your head, swinging you hands in between you both as you walked toward the kitchen from the main floor.

"Come on, Pete, you know that's just ridiculous, why would his actual name be Dr. Strange-"

You both stopped as you saw Tony walking down the hallway with someone behind him, but you couldn't see who.

"Hey Mr. Stark," Peter greeted, and Tony turned with a look of glee on his face, like he had been waiting for you both to show up.

Uh oh.

"Hey Romeo and Juliet, look who's here," he said brightly, stepping out of the way to show whoever was with him. To your shock it was MJ, who looked as surprised to see you both as you did her.

You had only seen MJ a couple times before, but you liked her as soon as you met her. She was funny and you both had similar taste in books, and she liked politics like you did. You always thought her and Peter could be a good match, and now you were sure you just unintentionally butchered any chance they might've had.

"Uh, hey guys," her eyes flickered down to your intertwined hands, and it took everything in your not to snatch your hand from his. But Tony was standing right there with his arms crossed and an expectant look on his face as he waited to see how this would play out.

"MJ!" Peter squeaked out, quickly letting go of your hand. Tony noticed that and gave you a look but you just shook your head a little. "What, uh, what are you doing here?"

She pursed her lips, "Touring the facility...you didn't tell me you two were together?"

"Hm, that's weird. They've been together for a while, apparently," Tony butt in, and you shot him a glare.

"We were keeping it on the DL," you attempted, not really getting a read on MJ's feelings since she had a pretty good poker face.

"It's nothing serious," Peter said quickly, and you ignored how Tony raised his eyebrows at that, trying to resist the urge to smack Peter on the head. He was just making it seem way worse.

"Hm," she said simply, turning back to Tony, "Thanks for letting me tour the place, Mr. Stark."

"No problem Miss Jones, I hope to see you again soon," he shook her hand, still grinning as she bid you both goodbye and headed for the exit.

"Why was MJ here?" Peter hissed out once she was gone, and you threw your hands up.

"I don't know! I didn't invite her!"

"I did," Tony said with a smirk, "I told you guys about the new internship programs, didn't I? I thought since Peter talked highly of her I'd invite her to join and take a look at the facilities. Did she really not know you two were together? Why wouldn't one of your best friends know you guys were dating? Kind of strange if you ask me."

"Well we didn't tell her cause she kind of had a thing for Peter and we didn't want to rub it in her face," you lied quickly, gritting your teeth. "So nice job on that. You couldn't have warned us?"

Tony didn't seem too satisfied with that answer, but he accepted it and shrugged.

"She would've found out at some point," he pointed out, turning on his heel. "I'll see you kids later!"

Peter tugged at his hair once Tony left, giving you a scared look.

"He knows we're faking it," he sounded a little horrified, "He's gonna tell everyone. Oh God, we're never gonna live this down."

"Hey, he doesn't know," you insisted, taking his hand to try and relax him a little. "He might be suspicious but they don't know for certain, I mean come on, we've been pretty good at pretending. We just need to not mess up like this again."

"Did you see her face?" He groaned, putting his head in his hands. You patted his shoulder, feeling bad that this might have ruined his chance with her in the future.

"I'm sorry, Pete," you mumbled, "Hey, it might not be bad, though. Once we stage a break up you can just tell her the truth about it being fake and maybe she'll understand?"

"Yeah. Maybe."

But that idea seemed shot down when Peter came back from patrol early and looking miserable.

You had taken the day off to get some work done for school, an awful project that you knew you shouldn't procrastinate on even if you wanted to. Peter had begged you to go with him but you knew it wasn't a good idea if you wanted to keep your grades up.

And now that you saw how sad he looked you kind of wish you did go.

"What's wrong?" You asked as he came in, suit still on and mask in hand. He glanced around to make sure no one was in the living room but you before sitting down on the couch and sighing, leaning his head back.

"I talked to MJ."

"Oh," you raised your eyebrows. You knew she had known for a while that he was Spider-Man, just as Ned did. "I take it that didn't go well?"

"She saw me swinging by and texted me to talk," he grumbled, "She's really excited that you and I are dating, apparently. She just acted neutral in front of Mr. Stark because she was trying to be professional for the internship offer."

"Oh, no."

"Yeah. She seemed so glad you and I finally got together," Peter muttered, and you winced. "Apparently she's been rooting for us. Claims she knew all along that we would get together or something like that. She does have feelings for Brad, I guess. She even offered double dates if she asks him out, ugh."

"I'm sorry, Peter," you said sincerely, and he just shrugged. "Hey, at least you didn't get that ridiculously expensive necklace for her, right?"

He managed to crack a smile at that, "Yeah, I guess that's a plus."

"Why don't we go get Delmar's before reporting for the mission tonight," you suggested, hating seeing him look so disappointed. "On me?"

"Hey, if you're paying," he agreed, and you looped your arm through his to drag him off the couch.

"Anyone else here?" He asked, running a hand through his hair.

"Nat and Wanda are somewhere. I think the rest of the team is out until we have to get on the quinjet."

"Sweet. I'll go get dressed, unless you want to go to Delmar's with Spider-Man," he grinned, and you were pleased to see he was already out of his sad mood.

"Maybe another time."

-

"We'll be staying the night in Austria so we can get an early morning start on infiltrating the base," Steve said, pointing to somewhere on the hologram. "We'll get there late so try and get some sleep before morning."

Steve was giving another short briefing as the quinjet made it's way toward where the Hydra base was located, one of the last few that hadn't been taken down. You had been flying for what felt like a couple hours now, and since the jet was way faster than an average plane, you knew you were probably close.

Peter had his head in your lap and feet kicked up on along the seats, while you ran your fingers through his hair. It was almost too easy to act like a couple in front of them - a lot of this stuff you did anyway as friends, just minus the little pet names and cheek kisses.

"The hotel only had four available rooms, so some of us gotta share. Since you two are together, sharing a room won't be a problem?" Steve asked you with a raised eyebrow.

"'Course not," you replied, smiling tightly.

"Wouldn't be the first time," Peter grumbled and you smacked his chest, pretending to be embarrassed. He just grabbed your hand and put it back on his head, a silent way of telling you to keep running your fingers through his hair. You just rolled your eyes but did it anyway, a small smile on his face as he shut his eyes again.

"Okay, we don't need to hear that, you're children," Sam joked, and you gave him a look.

"Don't be gross," Nat chided, "Also, you and Bucky are sharing a room just for that comment."

"Why am I getting punished," Bucky muttered, and you couldn't help but let out a laugh at that.

"We're here," Steve said just as the jet seemed to slow down. "Get some rest, guys. Tomorrow is gonna be tough."

"Aye aye captain," Peter hopped up and offered you a hand. He pulled you up easily, his arm not leaving it's spot from around your waist as you all exited the quinjet. The hotel was quiet considering how late it was and Steve got you all checked in quickly, the staff giving your group a weird look but not questioning it before assigning rooms.

"Make good choices," Sam directed towards you with a grin when everyone parted. You gave him the finger as Peter pulled you down the hall to your room with a laugh.

You figured the rooms would be double beds anyway, but you were sadly mistaken when you all finally arrived at the room and unlocked your door to find one small bed in the already tiny room.

"They gave us only one bed," you said flatly, and Peter's eyes were widened. "Assholes."

"They're testing us," he bit his lip, "If they like, burst in here and one of us in on the bed and one of us on the couch then it'll be obvious we're not together."

"You're really keen on making them believe us, huh?" You raised an eyebrow, seeing his face scrunch up.

"Yeah, I mean...they'll never let us live it down and I just want them to shut up already."

You got it - the jokes and jabs were tiring before you both starting "dating", and they hadn't died down yet. You could only imagine how much worse it would get if they found out it was fake all along.

"Fine, I call left side," you threw your bag in a corner, already feeling how heavy your eyelids were. "I'm gonna shower in the morning, I'm too tired right now."

"I'll go now then," he said quietly, glancing at the bathroom. "Uh, want to brush your teeth first?"

"Sure, Mom," you joked, ignoring how he rolled his eyes as you grabbed your bag of toiletries. You were quickly in and out, trying not to laugh at the look on Peter's face as he stared at the bed.

"This bed is really tiny," he muttered, putting his hands on his hips.

"I'll leave you as much space as I can without falling off," you promised, jumping in and getting comfortable. "I might be asleep when you come back though so just shove me over if you don't have enough room."

He snickered at that, saying goodnight before going to shower. You managed to doze on and off to the sound of the water running, too tired to even laugh when Peter stubbed his toe on a chair and cursed as he got changed and lifted the sheets to join you on the bed, leaving as much space as possible.

There really was barely more than a few inches in between you with how small the bed was, but you tried to ignore that.

-

You woke up feeling warm and comfortable, making you squeeze your eyes shut tighter and snuggle up more to your pillow, not wanting to get up. But you froze when you realized that was not your pillow you were cuddling up to.

Peter must've shifted a lot closer last night, considering he was practically wrapped around you. His arms were holding you to his chest and you felt his lips on your hair, soft snores leaving his mouth and tickling your scalp. His legs were tangled with yours and one of your arms was stuck between your chests, the other thrown over Peter's back while you were tucked against his chest.

You lifted your head carefully to look at his face, seeing how relaxed he was when he was asleep. The last thing you wanted to do was wake him up, especially in this position, so you carefully removed one of his arms from around your waist, hesitating when he moved slightly.

"Mm, no," he mumbled, his arms pulling you back against him. You huffed a little, not really able to move with how strong he was.

Oh, and he definitely wasn't wearing a shirt.

There wasn't any point in struggling unless you wanted him to wake up, which you didn't. You kind of hoped he would just roll over and free you and you would never mention this to him ever, because a weird feeling starting crawling it's way up your chest as he held you closer, mumbling something else into your hair.

Being in his arms like this, and how the last few weeks he'd been shooting you loving glances and holding your hand and kissing your forehead and cheek and flirting with you - even if it was all fake and for show, something real was changing in your feelings.

You liked this, and that scared you.

Finally he moved again, this time blinking his eyes open as he woke up, a tired smile on his face as he looked at you before it suddenly dropped. He probably just realized he was holding you a little too intimately for just friends.

"Didn't know you were into cuddling," you said quietly, amused at how quickly his face turned red and he scrambled to get off of you.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry," he stuttered, actually falling off the bed while you cackled.

"Get up menace, I want to get breakfast before the mission," you laughed as he stood up and stumbled on something on the ground, his face still bright red.

You left him to get ready while you took a quick shower, trying to ignore any weird feeling you previously had when you were still wrapped up in his arms. It wasn't right - you never had feelings for Peter, or you at least never acknowledged them, and you certainly didn't want to now. Not now that he was still probably hurting over MJ and you were meant to be staging a "break up".

What a mess.

Peter was sliding a jacket over his suit when you came out of the bathroom, already dressed and ready. He gave you a glance but didn't quite meet your eyes, just mumbling a quick "good morning" before sneaking past you into the bathroom and shutting the door.

Great.

He didn't say anything to you until you were both in the elevator on the way down to breakfast and to meet with the team before the mission.

"Team's probably down there already," you said as you took his hand, threading your fingers together. It went silent again and you snuck a look at him, just knowing he was still thinking about it by how tense he was and how pink his cheeks still were.

"We're good, right?" Peter asked suddenly, giving you a side glance, "Like, that didn't make things weird?"

"Course not," you hummed, squeezing his hand, "I've been pretending to be madly in love with you for a few weeks now, I don't think anything is gonna make it weird anymore."

He gave you a lopsided grin, "Okay. Just checking."

You weren't lying, but you weren't really telling the truth either. Something did change after waking up to Peter holding you like a koala, but you didn't want to address it. Looking at him brought that weird feeling into your chest and you really, really didn't want to dwell on what that might be.

-

The whole team looked tired when you joined them for breakfast, no one even making a single comment toward you as you and Peter grabbed some food. Peter let you take the last bit of hash browns, and Sam didn't even have the energy to tease you when you kissed Peter's cheek as a thank you.

"We'll leave in twenty, meet at the jet. Don't be late," Steve warned you all before leaving to get ready, Nat and Bucky following behind. Sam was still working on his breakfast and he complained about being left alone with you two, but you and Peter just made faces at him.

Peter swiped one of your pieces of toast and you stuck your tongue out at him. "That was my last piece, jerk."

"I'm a growing boy, sweetheart, sorry about it," he wiggled his eyebrows and you tried to ignore the feeling you got when he used that nickname. "And Sam took like four pieces of toast, so. Who's really to blame here."

"Man, you can't steal your girlfriend's food like that," Sam chuckled, "She's gonna leave you if you keep that up."

"Nah, you'd never leave me, right babe?" Peter started pressing kisses to your face and you shoved him off, laughing.

"I'm thinking about it," you teased, hoping you didn't look too flustered after that. "Should've thought about that before stealing my food."

"I like seeing you two like this," Sam commented, and for once you could tell he was being genuine and not teasing. "Seriously. You guys are good together."

"Thanks, Sam," you pinched his cheek and he swatted your hand away, frowning.

"Yeah, you're both annoying, it works out perfectly."

"Hey!" Peter tossed a plastic fork at him as he got up, laughing and dodging it.

"See you kids in five!"

"Well he clearly buys it," Peter said as soon as he left, taking a bite out of your toast. "I don't think Bucky or Tony do."

"Hm, yeah they'll be hard to convince, but we're doing a great job so far, even I almost believe us," you chuckled, grabbing your remaining toast out of his hand and taking a bite while he pouted at you. "Come on, Spidey, time to join them before they accuse us of making out in a closet or something."

He choked on his drink at that while you stood up, stretching your arms. "Man that bed was uncomfortable. Or maybe it was cause your arms wouldn't let me move all night."

"Sorry," he cringed a little, "I didn't mean to-"

"I'm just messing with you, Pete," you cleaned up your plates, "At least I didn't need a heater last night since you basically wrapped around me like a koala-"

"Okay, okay," he blushed while you laughed at him, dumping your dishes with the rest of them. "I get it."

You were both right on time to report in the quinjet as Steve had the hologram back up, giving you all last minute directions. The base was only a few miles from the hotel, so you were hovering in camouflage mode until everyone was ready.

"Nat and Y/N, you two got the east side for intel and Sam and Bucky will get the south, Peter stick with me in the southwest-"

"Wait, hold up, why aren't Peter and I going together?" You interrupted.

"You're dating now. You guys might do something reckless to protect each other or you'd just get distracted in general, so you can't be partnered."

You didn't like that at all. Peter was always partnered with you on missions and patrol and the idea of going into the field without him scared you. You bit your lip and exchanged a glance with him, seeing his expression and knowing he also felt uncomfortable not going in with you.

But Steve continued talking and you knew protesting that wouldn't work out for you, anyway. Soon enough you were all landed about half a mile outside the base, your group needing to split up to circle around. And Peter was still holding your hand right up until you had to go.

"I don't like it," you admitted as you both stood outside the jet, "I don't like being separated from you."

"Me neither," he said softly, sighing, "We'll be on comms, though. We'll be fine."

He suddenly cracked a smile, "You have jam on your face."

"Shit," you muttered, bringing a hand up to find it but he caught your wrist, stopping you. Instead he brought his thumb up and wiped it along your cheek, leaving his hand to cup your face.

He held your cheek for a moment, looking like he wanted to say something else but instead he just leaned forward and pressed his lips to your forehead. Despite how many times he had done it in the past few weeks, something felt different this time as he let it linger a little bit longer for pulling back. He let his hand fall back down but he kept staring at you for a moment, still looking like he wanted to say something.

"Wrap it up lovebirds!" Sam called out, breaking you out of the weird staring contest you seemed to be having with Peter.

"See you in a bit," he grinned, shooting you a finger gun before turning and jogging to where the others were.

"You ready?" Nat's voice brought you back our of your trance, and you nodded, adjusting the electric gauntlets on your wrists that she gave you for the mission. "We're going in first, comms channel five."

"Sounds good," you agreed, following her down the opposite path. You glanced back one more time to see Peter leaving with the others, and you tried to ignore the bad feeling in the pit of your stomach.

-

The mission proved to be a shit show almost immediately.

As soon as you and Nat were inside, you heard fighting through someone's comms. Bucky said that there had been an ambush waiting on their end, and you felt your heart leap in your throat when Peter confirmed it, also having been caught up.

"They'll be fine," Natasha said to you once they cut out again, like she could read your mind. "Let's focus."

"Right."

You followed her through the base, the silence compared to what you could hear through the comms a little concerning. She had you both pause outside a door, nodding at you to be ready.

She kicked the door open with guns up, but it was empty. You both dropped your arms and frowned.

"It's a set up," she said quickly, pushing you back outside the room just in time.

An explosion went off and sent you both flying, but luckily all it did was throw you against some boxes in the hallway, and you weren't hit directly.

"Shit, was that all the intel?" You grumbled as you rolled back up. "They destroyed it all-"

"They must've known we were coming," her eyes widened, "We need to go help the others."

You felt your heart skip a beat and nodded, running with her down the hallway toward the south side. She tapped her comms and updated them on what was going on, and right as you both got to another door, they both slammed open to show agents.

Natasha grabbed your arm and yanked you behind a wall just as they started shooting, letting out a curse as she got clipped.

"You okay?"

"You go through that hallway, I got this," she pointed at one down the hall. "It seems like a back way to get there, no one should give you trouble."

You nodded, not wanting to defy her orders as she handed you one of her guns. With a grimace you turned the safety off and went down the hall, hearing her start to shoot back at the agents.

It was silent again except for the sound of your feet hitting the floor as you ran through some doors, making sure to have your gun up just in case. At the moment all you could hear through comms was Steve barking orders at Bucky and Sam. Nothing from Peter. Nothing from Nat.

You kicked another door open to see that you found some kind of security room. There were two guards watching screens that showed all the fighting you could hear through the comms, and they both turned when you burst in.

"Hi guys," you said cheerfully.

Despite the gun you held up, the first guy jumped you immediately. You managed to get out of the way and duck his arm, using a neat trick Natasha taught you and grabbing his arm and twisting it so he couldn't move, before pushing him against the other guy.

Suddenly someone's arms came around your neck from behind and you grabbed them, trying to pull them away so you could breath. The gun fell to the floor and you kicked it under the file cabinet so none of them could grab it.

The two men on the floor recovered and one came towards you, but you used the momentum of the guy who was still trying to choke you out and jumped up, kicking his chest with both feet. You landed and pulled the guy behind you over your head and flipped him over, ignoring the strain in your muscles as you did so. He ended up hitting his head on the metal cabinet, knocking out immediately.

Ouch.

You blocked a punch from the first guy (he really didn't want to give up) and managed to hook his leg with your foot, sending the both of you rolling to the floor. He growled as he tried to pin you down but you kneed him in the gut before shoving him off of you, using your gauntlets to give him a little shock so he'd also knock out.

"Parker's not responding on comms," Sam's voice came through, and you froze. "He's been off for five minutes now, not responding on any channels. Does anyone have eyes?"

"What?" You demanded, barely dodging another punch from the last Hydra agent. You caught his fist as he tried again and twisted it behind his back, trying not to freak out. "What happened? Where-where is he-"

"Y/N, I'm sure he's fine, it probably just got knocked out. Happens all the time," Bucky's words didn't relax you at all. "We're almost wrapped up here, someone get a location on Peter."

Steve said he was on it as you grabbed the keyboard from the desk, smacking it hard against the agent's head so he's be knocked out. You stood up and tried to relax your heart rate, knowing it would be pointless to freak out about Peter when he was probably fine. This was why you hated being apart from him. If you could see him in front of you then you knew he was safe, but now...

"Shit!" You cursed as a sharp pain caught you in the abdomen, and you nearly buckled over. The second agent hadn't really been knocked out, and he had managed to get your gun when you were distracted with the news of Peter not responding.

"Everyone check in," Steve said through comms as you collapsed against the wall, gripping your stomach as the pain became overwhelming. The agent who shot you just got up and ran.

"Sam and I are good," Bucky responded.

"I'm all clear," Nat confirmed while you winced, raising a shaky hand to your comms.

"Shot," you breathed out, wincing as the pain got worse when you spoke. "I was-"

Your finger slipped and accidentally changed the channel a little, their voices blurring together. "Shit!"

"Y/N?" Nat's voice sounded scratchy, "Guys, I think Y/N's down, we need backup. I'm going to try and find her. Did you guys get Peter yet?"

"Can't find him. Comms still down, we'll keep looking."

"Y/N?" You barely heard Peter's voice closer, and it didn't sound like it was on comms, "Y/N, hey, what-what the hell happened?"

You squinted as his face came into your view, or his mask at least. "What-how did you-"

"My senses, I-I felt something wrong," he said quickly, squatting down in front of you and ripping his mask off. He looked terrified. "What happened? Where-"

You lifted your hand away from where you were shot, feeling dizzy at the blood on your hands as Peter cursed.

"You're never going in without me again," he muttered quickly, leaning over and ripping off part of one of the passed out agents' shirts as if it were paper and wrapping it around your waist. You winced as he tied it, apologizing a hundred times as he applied pressure to it.

"Nat, Steve, someone," he tapped his comms, his voice shaking, "Fuck, it's still down."

"Pete, I'm tired," you said weakly, not wanting to open your eyes even as you felt Peter's hands on your face trying to keep you awake.

"H-hey, don't say that, please stay awake," he said quickly, shaking you a little. "You're gonna be fine, I promise."

He took your comm out of your ear and hooked it on his own, his words sounding like mush to your ears as you felt your eyes rolling back. The pain from your wound and how tired you already were was starting to hit you hard.

"Sweetheart, hey," his voice pulled you back a little, "Nat's coming, can you stay awake for me?"

"Trying," you mumbled, but your eyes shut again as you felt his hand on your shoulder, shaking you again.

"Damn it," you felt his arms move under your knees and around your shoulders, lifting you up. "I got you, I got you."

"What the hell happened?" You heard another voice but couldn't bring yourself to open your eyes, your body starting to feel way more fatigued.

"She, she was shot, please, I-I can't stand it if..."

You didn't hear the rest before you blacked out.

-

The beeping woke you up.

You were lucky enough not to have many hospital visits, but you knew enough to recognize the smell and the sound and the general feel. Your eyes were still shut but you could tell you were in a hospital bed, your hand sore from an IV with one of your fingers clipped, a heart rate monitor beeping, a painful ache in your stomach.

And someone was holding your hand.

You blinked a few times against the harsh lights, your eyes moving down to the boy who was holding your hand in his. As far as you could tell Peter was knocked out, his chair pulled up next to your bed and his head resting on the bed space next to your hand and by your legs. He was the only one in here and it seemed dark outside, but you had no idea what time it was.

"Pete," you tried squeezing his hand a little, though you were pretty weak. "Wake up."

"Hm?" His head lifted up a little but then his eyes widened and he shot up fully, "H-Hey, you're awake!"

"I am," you confirmed as he leaned forward and gave you a hug, "Ooh, careful."

"Oh God, sorry, I'm sorry," he pulled back and let his hands hover over you, "Are you okay, should-should I call someone-"

"I'm fine," you smiled a little, leaning back and sighing. "Just fragile at the moment."

"Good, good," he mumbled, sitting back down and not quite meeting your eyes as he took your hand in his again.

"What happened?" You asked, having some trouble remembering exactly how you ended up in here. You definitely remember getting shot, but the rest was kind of blurry. "Is everyone-"

"Everyone's fine," Peter interrupted, and you realized now he had tears in his eyes, "We got out fine, there was a set up and the intel couldn't be saved but-but it doesn't matter. You've been in here for a few days, they wanted you to wake up naturally instead of medically, so-so, yeah."

"Are you okay?" You asked softly, concerned at the way he looked now and how scared you remembered him being when he found you.

His eyes were rimmed red, bags under the, his hand almost too tight as it still held one of yours. "I'm not okay, because you're in here and you got hurt and I was being an idiot with a broken comm and I-I'm so sorry, Y/N."

"Wasn't your fault," you said, your voice sounding croaky.

"They said you got distracted because I wasn't on comms," he sniffed, "It was my fault."

"No, it was my fault for not paying attention to my surroundings," you tried to clear your throat, the scratchiness starting to annoy you. "Hey, do you mind-?"

You didn't have to finish before he grabbed your water from your side table and handed it to you, somehow knowing what you wanted. You took a few smalls sips while Peter watched you, still not letting go of your hand. His expression gave away that he had something to say so you just waited, hoping the water would help your throat a little.

"I'm in love with you," he blurted.

You choked on the water, "Excuse me?"

"I'm in love with you and you almost died and I should've told you before but I didn't so I'm telling you now," he said quickly, his expression terrified but also relieved at the same time, like he had been holding those words in since you blacked out.

"Peter, no one else is in here, you don't have to pretend," you said slowly, but he just shut his eyes and gripped your hand tighter, shaking his head.

"I'm not - no, Y/N, I'm not saying it to try and fool anyone. I'm saying it because it's true and I almost lost you and I can't keep lying about how I feel, I can't."

You stared at him in shock, but Peter was already talking again before you could even think of a response.

"I think the team's teasing always bothered me because I was in denial about how I really felt about you," he said quietly, almost sounding scared as he said it. "I got distracted with Liz and then MJ but...but it was always you. When MJ told me she liked Brad I was hurt but I realized it wasn't because she didn't like me - it was because I realized I liked you. And you had been encouraging me to go after her so much that I knew I never had a chance with you. And I didn't want to accept that I loved you because you're my best friend and...and it was obvious you didn't feel that way about me."

"I do, though," you whispered, his eyes widening a fraction. "I realized recently that I did, at least. And maybe I always have, but...but being with you like this made me realize that I do feel that way about you."

"Really?"

You nodded and he grinned, bringing your intertwined hands up to his face and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

He stood up and leaned over you, being careful not to press against you at all as he took your face in his hands, a contagious smile on his lips. "Say it again. Please."

"I love you," you promised, letting your hand that wasn't wrapped in an IV clip come up and hold his face too, as he let your foreheads press together. "I love you, Peter."

He moved forward and pressed his lips against yours, kissing you for real this time. You hadn't pictured your first kiss with him to be when he was still all teary eyed and you were stuck in a hospital bed, but you weren't complaining as you moved your lips against his, trying not to smile.

You both pulled back when your heart rate monitor started going crazy, Peter's eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. You groaned as he got a smirk his face, now realizing why it was going off.

"Seriously? Am I that good of a kisser-"

"Shut up," you mumbled, catching his lips in another gentle kiss, moving back before your stupid heart rate monitor decided to betray you like that again.

He brushed his lips against your forehead briefly before pulling away, his hand still holding your face delicately as his expression got serious. "I hate seeing you like this."

"And I hate seeing you like this," you ran your thumb under his eyes, the dark circles more prominent than ever. "Have you been sleeping?"

"In this chair, couple hours a night."

"That doesn't count."

"Well shit," another voice made Peter jump a little, turning to see some of the team standing in the doorway. Tony and Bucky looked pissed while Sam did a fist pump.

"Called it! Okay, you idiots both owe me a fifty," Sam said with a shit-eating grin, both Tony and Bucky groaning as they reached for their wallets.

"What's going on?" Peter asked, and Tony just glared at you both.

"You two just had to actually be together, didn't you?" He muttered, smacking the bills onto Sam's hand. "It seemed so obvious it wasn't real, now I don't know left from right."

"What are you guys talking about?" You winced as you sat up a little, Peter's hand on your back to support you.

"We thought you guys were faking it to get us off your backs," Bucky admitted. "But clearly not since we just walked in on Peter laying one on you with no one else around. Glad to know we were right to force you two together though, I guess."

Peter and you exchanged a look, trying not to laugh.

"Why in the world would you think we were faking it?"

~

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