Summary: Peter goes on his first date, but it’s not with you.
Warnings: None, just excessive cuteness.
A/N: This is my first Peter Parker story! I hope you all enjoy!! Feedback is always appreciated!
6:00 am. Your clock displays the numbers quite annoyingly as your alarm blares in your ear. You groan, throwing your arm over your eyes and hitting the snooze button. When the alarm goes off again, you’re about ready to throw the thing at the damn wall, but you get up, scrolling through your phone.
“Good morning, Y/N”, FRIDAY greets, opening up your curtains, revealing the New York skyline and a too bright sun.
You cover your eyes. “Ahhh, I’m meltinggg” you say dramatically as you sink back into the bed. After a few minutes, you finally get up, trying to tame your bed-head and throwing on a graphic tee and some jeans.
When you walk to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast, some of the Avengers are already awake and grabbing coffee or some food.
“Good morning, sleepyhead”, Natasha greets you a little too cheerfully. You glare at her with your sleep-deprived eyes, and she smirks, whispering “I think someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed” to Bucky, who just rolls his eyes. You swear you hear her say “tough crowd” before heading out.
You grab a granola bar before grabbing your backpack and mentally preparing to go back to school. Peter waits for you by the elevator, awake and ready for a new day. “Goooood morning, Y/N”, he greets, eyes bright and awake, and he gives you a big toothy smile.
“Good morning, Pete”, you smile. Even though you feel like absolute death (and you can swear your eye bags could touch the ground), Peter’s happy (and cute) mood always got you in a better mood.
You both walk to your high school, chatting about random things, before you walk up to the dreaded building. You walk up to your locker, which is conveniently by Peter and Ned’s, and grab your things (and perhaps your will to live). Peter and Ned talk excitedly about something, and you actually wonder how it is possible to be this excited at 7:00 am.
You wave goodbye to Peter as you head to your advanced biology class and Peter and Ned shuffle over to calculus.
Lunch can’t come soon enough. You walk over with MJ, as you both had a class together before lunch. You see Ned, but frown when you don’t see Peter. “Where’s Pete, Ned?” you ask, setting your tray down.
Ned has a deer in the headlights look. “Icanttellyouthat” he rushes out, shushing you. MJ cocks her eyebrow in confusion, and you lock eyes with Ned. He tries to look away, but you hold your intense gaze.
Ned finally cracks, looking away from you, making you grin. That tactic always works. “Peter is asking the new girl out on a date tonight, but you didn’t hear it from me.”
Your chest aches when you hear that. You’ve had the biggest crush on Peter Parker for a while now. He made you feel welcomed and wanted at the Avengers when you found out that you could turn invisible and pass through walls. He would watch silly movies with you until 3 am, he would help you with your homework (and you would help him with his), he would be there to make you laugh and smile.
You swear you have a sour look on your face before you force a smile on your face. “Good for him”, you say, absolutely wanting to vanish right here and now. The rest of lunch flies by. Ned and MJ talk, but you drone them out, your ideas filled with Peter’s date tonight.
School ends a few hours later. You lean against your locker, holding your books close to your chest as you wait for Peter. When he comes, he is grinning ear to ear, and a faint blush paints his cheeks.
He’s so god damn cute, you think as you begin to smile. You then bitterly remind yourself that it’s not for you, and a frown sets itself on your face instead.
When you start walking back, you start up a conversation.
“So, Pete, have any plans tonight?” you ask, full well knowing his plans, but also trying not to give Ned away.
He blushes again, and you swear your legs almost give out. “Uh, yeah, actually.”
Your stomach twists. “Whatcha gonna do?” you ask, looking everywhere but at him.
“Um, you know the new girl? We’re going to that Italian place.” You put a fake smile on your face. You love that restaurant.
“Cool”, you state, almost crying out in relief when you realize you’re back at the tower.
Before you part ways, you tell him a simple “have fun, but not too much fun, Mr. Parker” before practically locking yourself in your room.
You try to get work done at first, but your mind always went back to the date. You finally accepted defeat and opened up Netflix on your laptop. When your computer asks “are you still watching...”, you get up, stomach growling. It must have been around 8 pm, as the sun had set and the New York skyline lit up.
You drag yourself into the kitchen, immediately going to the freezer and scavenging for ice cream. “Y/N?” you hear someone say. You turn around, spoon in your mouth as you clutch a gallon of ice cream in your hands. Wanda’s warm gaze welcomes you.
“Hey, Wand”, you greet, opening up your ice cream and diving in.
She scrunches up her nose. “You’re sad, is it about Peter?”
You almost choke on your ice cream, totally forgetting that she could read minds. “No, yes, stay out of my head Wand”, you sputter out, hiding your face.
She gives you a sympathetic look. “Sorry, Y/N, no can do. Do you want to talk about it?”
You’re tempted just to go invisible and walk straight through the wall, but your resolve breaks down as you go sit by Wanda. “I just really like him, ya know?” you say, twiddling your thumbs.
“I know, it’s practically all you think about”, she jokes, making you crack a smile. A warm silence passes over the two of you before she gets serious again. “Why don’t you tell him?”
You sigh. “It’s complicated.”
“Is it?” she asks, making the gears turn in your head.
Before you can comprehend what she said, you hear the elevator ding and you briefly see a flash before Peter’s door slamming shut.
You quizzically look at Wanda, who nods her head towards Peter’s direction. “Go talk to him.”
You smile, wrapping her in a tight hug. She was only a few years older than you, but she was like your big sister, so wise and kind. “Thanks Wands”.
You take a deep breath before walking over to Peter’s door. Your knuckles rap on the door, and Peter answers with “I don’t want to talk about it!”.
“Pete?” you question softly, and you hear him shuffle around the room. “I don’t want to talk right now”, you hear him say, and although his voice is muffled by the door, you can hear that he’s been crying.
Without much hesitation, you walk through the wall. Peter has clearly been crying hard, his hair messy and his eyes a deep red. He tries to turn away from you, but you just sit next to him on his bed.
“What happened Pete?” you ask softly, trying to make eye contact with him. He looks away.
“She stood me up.” Anger bubbles in your stomach. That wretch--, you think bitterly.
“I’m sorry, Pete”, you start, but he keeps talking.
“I mean, why would I think that she would be interested in me of all people, honestly I’m just so stupid--”
“Stop”, you state firmly. Peter finally looks at you, a little in shock at your strong voice. “She’s a moron, an absolute idiot if she passed up a date with you Peter”, you tell him, the words just coming out. “She’s so stupid if she didn’t see what a great guy you are.”
Your words catch up to you, and you slightly blush, but you meant every word you said.
Peter looks at you, a few more tears slipping out. He sees your face, illuminated by the skyline, and his heart starts to beat faster, and he can feel yours beating strongly. He locks eyes with you, leaning closer to you instinctively.
Before you know it, your lips are touching, and you feel like your heart is about to leap out of your chest. His lips are soft and gentle, and his hand rests on your cheek.
The kiss only lasts a few seconds, and when you open your eyes, your heart does more somersaults as you see Peter’s eyes so full of admiration and love staring at you. Then, you see his expression turn sour.
“God, I’m a moron”, he says, running his hands though his fingers. Your gut wrenches, expecting him to regret kissing you. You’re almost about to cry before he keeps talking. “After all this time, how could I not see my feelings towards you?”
You give him a confused expression. “What?” you ask, clearly baffled.
He gives you a soft smile. “You were always there for me. We watched so many dumb movies, spent so much time together. I always saw you in a special way, but I was scared of losing our friendship if I was wrong.”
Peter gives you a nervous smile. “Please tell me I’m not wrong.”
You grab his hand, giving him a soft look. “You’re absolutely correct, Peter Parker”, you say before molding your lips on his again.
“What do you think’s going on?” Sam asks, pressing his head against Peter’s door.
“SHHHHHHHHH”, Natasha interrupts, pressing her head closer to the door. Practically the whole tower is outside of the door, taking turns listening through the door.
Everybody squeals when you open the door, your hand intertwined with Peter’s, Sam falling into the room, and everyone having the same deer in the headlights look.
It’s silent for a bit before Tony exclaims “I ship it!” and walking away, making you and Peter blush furiously.
