Okay, I've finally decided to ask a request cause why not. So, I'll try to explain the best I can.
So the reader has psychokinesis and is in the same 'Stark intership' as Peter. He keeps seeing a girl that he knows the name of and he sees her in the halls and she's sweet and nice to him and they talk a lot.
But there's also a hero (who's the same girl I just mentioned) but he doesn't know that, and she's total oposite with him cause she doesn't like the fact that he became an avanger just like that when she's been here longer and worked hard while Peter didn't even try.
So Peter tries to figure out who's the girl under the mask because she knows he's spiderman, and he also wants to figure out why the masked hero hate him so much.
I really do hope that makes sence and sorry for bad spelling!
Love your writting btw🩷
(This really seems like a wrote a letter like u put it on the button where we ask you questions lol)
𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 - 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫
peter parker x superhero!reader a/n: i lowkey hate my writing here but i hope you dont lmfao, anyways thanks for the req <33 contains: frenemies to lovers, banter, time skips, unintentional tony shade oops, identity reveal, mcu peter word count: 2.5k
When Peter came back from Germany, he didn’t expect Mr. Stark to make him do actual intern work. He had assumed it was just a cover for his whole Spiderman gig. But on his first weekend home, Happy had shown up at his apartment bright and early to take him to the new Avengers compound upstate.
The place was huge and there were a few other interns his age wandering about doing various tasks. Happy had sent him to “log artifacts”...whatever that meant. Peter had ended up in some damp storage closet in the farthest end of the compound. He was just about at his wit’s end when you stumbled in.
“Oh! I didn’t expect anyone to be in here, sorry.” You smiled somewhat awkwardly.
“It’s okay, I’m not really sure what I’m doing anyways,” Peter laughed, matching your anxious tone. He could already feel his heart rate picking up, he was stuck in a very small closet with a gorgeous intern he had never met before.
“Right, well, I’m just going to take this,” you held up some random alien artifact, “and be on my way. It was nice meeting you…?”
“Peter.”
“It was nice meeting you, Peter.” You offered one more smile before slipping out and heading back to the tasks you were assigned.
Peter stood in that closet dumbfounded for another five minutes before he realized he never caught your name.
—
It had been a couple weeks since Peter met you in that storage closet and failed to learn your name. He had gone home that night wishing helplessly that he hadn’t seen the last of you, and to his pleasure, you appeared again the next weekend. You offered him a smile and a wave, and Peter had probably done something stupid in return, but he couldn’t remember. He was too entranced by you.
After much pestering, Happy had told him your name and it was something he clung onto on the days he couldn’t see you. The two of you talked in your free time and Peter eventually built up the courage to ask you to grab lunch with him. After that, it became a regular thing. Not a single weekend went by where the two of you didn’t hang out. Peter’s mischievous nature started rubbing off on you as you both started pulling pranks on the various Avengers that came and went about the compound. But your prime target had always been Happy; it was just too easy seeing as he was everywhere. He got sick of this quickly and started sending the both of you out into the city for random tasks that were of no consequence whatsoever.
It went on like this for months, Peter slowly developing a crush on you as you continued to show indifference. It’s not that you didn’t like him or think he was cute, you just couldn’t afford to think about that right now. You had your eyes set on being an Avenger ever since you discovered your psychokinetic abilities.
So you honed your skills.
You’d spend the days interning with Peter and the nights practicing in the training room until your arms felt like they were going to fall off. It didn’t take long for you to piece together the fact that Peter was Spiderman either, the kid can’t lie to save his life. Your connections with the Avengers and Mr. Stark helped too seeing as they didn’t try to hide it very much either. You’d earned your place among them honorarily, but as far as Mr. Stark was concerned you were still too reckless and naïve to be an actual Avenger.
So when the news broke that Peter had become an official Avenger, you just about lost your shit.
You stayed kind to him in your internship, guaranteeing he didn’t know that you knew his secret. But in private you were fuming. You had argued with Tony about being able to go on patrol, but he was very insistent on keeping you locked up. Happy said he was just overprotective, but that’s just a nicer way of saying controlling.
Deciding you had waited enough, you “borrowed” an old suit from Natasha (which she noticed was missing in about two seconds flat but decided to let it go out of pity) and set off into the crime ridden streets of New York City.
You really hadn’t meant to end up in Peter’s neighborhood, but you couldn’t help but wonder what all the Spiderman hype was about. You just had to see for yourself.
Peter had been sitting on a rooftop eating a ridiculously flat sandwich when you found him. Initially you planned to just stay in the shadows and observe, but he sensed your presence immediately. How he did, you didn’t know, you were relatively stealthy. You had heard Mr. Stark mention something called a “Peter Tingle” before, but surely whatever this power was had to have a better name than that…
Realizing he was just going to look at you until you announced yourself, you stepped forward.
“Hi,” you muttered.
“Hey, you lost?” he asked, arrogantly. You had to remind yourself he wasn’t trying to sound rude, you were just annoyed he became an Avenger before you. Still…you could be pissed off at Spiderman and still like Peter Parker.
“No, are you?” you sassed.
“Pretty sure this is my rooftop, so no. You got a name?”
Rolling your eyes as you sat next to him, you said, “Yeah, Spiderman, I do.”
He let out a laugh and replied, “You gonna tell me or make me guess?”
“Hmm…I suppose you’ll just have to earn it.” You stole a fry from his bag.
“Did I do something or are you just this feisty naturally?”
“Probably both.” The sun was still setting over the New York skyline, casting a pink hue over your black mask.
Peter didn’t say anything else, the two of you just sat in silence until you eventually got up to leave. Even as an annoying Avenger, he wasn’t bad company.
—
For the next several weeks, you joined Peter when patrol got boring. The two of you chatted often, partly due to how close you had grown in your civilian lives. But you still remained icy towards the superhero. It was easier for you to hate Spiderman than it was to hate Peter Parker. You wanted to feel malice towards him taking your spot among the Avengers, but Peter was just too kind to despise. At least with Spiderman, you could pretend he was someone else. Just a random boy who had ruined years of effort for you, not one of your best friends.
It was a particularly warm summer night when you ran into Peter while staking out a heist. You were just about to go in, hands glowing with power, when his voice startled you from behind, making you yelp.
“Woah, you’re kinda like Wanda, huh?” You jumped up quickly and glared at the boy behind you, who had announced himself far too loudly.
Peter had never seen you use your powers. You hid them during the day and when you joined him occasionally on patrol, the two of you spent your nights talking and arguing lightheartedly (though more times than not, you meant it).
When you glanced back at the group of men you had been watching, they were fleeing the scene while shouting and pointing up at you and Peter.
“Are you serious Pe– Spiderman? You just blew my cover!” you scolded the man before you, catching yourself before you slipped his identity.
“Sorry! I’m sure they weren’t that important…it’s probably fine, hah…”
“They have two hundred thousand dollars in jewelry on them,” you deadpanned.
“Oh shit.”
“Yeah, ‘oh shit’. Now, please leave me alone while I go find them. Again.” You shot Peter one more glare before using your powers to slow your fall to the ground as you descended the building.
Twenty minutes later you found yourself in an unfairly matched fight, taking out the bandits within seconds. This is way below my paygrade, you thought. You should be an Avenger, not that cocky asshole Spiderman. You’d been waiting years and Tony still treated you like a child. Wanda had told you that Steve had done the same with her, and she probably wouldn’t have been an Avenger if it weren’t for Clint and Sokovia. However, it was hard to believe that reckless billionaire Tony Stark was just being overprotective.
Pushing the thought out of your mind, you started searching around for something to tie the robbers up with, levitating different objects towards you to inspect them. You didn’t make it very far however before you heard a soft thwip, thwip, thwip behind you. When you turned around, you saw a mass of cobwebs sticking the men to the concrete wall behind you.
Eyebrows furrowing, you looked around for Peter angrily. First he takes your spot on the Avengers and now he’s taking your job!?
“Come out, already!” you yelled exasperatedly.
You heard scuffling behind a stack of crates to your left and you used your powers to lift the crates up. There Peter stood, hand behind his neck awkwardly. Throwing the crates out of the way, you walked up to him and shoved him lightly backward.
“What the fuck is your problem? Won’t you just let me handle things on my own? I’m not incompetent, you know!” you exclaimed, crossing your arms in front of you.
“I don’t think you’re incompetent! I didn’t mean for it to come off like that, sorry. And in my defense, they would’ve gotten away if I hadn’t webbed them.”
“Are you doubting my skills, bug boy? I would’ve just knocked them out again, you know.”
“Look, I just wanted to help,” he defended himself.
“Well, I don’t want it! So knock it off!”
“Why do you hate me so much? I don’t even know you!” He had stepped forward and the two of you were far too close now. You could almost feel his breath on your lips through his red and blue mask.
“You took my spot, asshole!” Your eyebrows were pinched under your black domino mask.
“What are you talking about?”
You huffed and walked away, heading to the edge of the pier. “The Avengers,” you mumbled.
“The Avengers? How could you be an Avenger, I’ve never even seen you before.” He didn’t mean it rudely, you knew Peter wasn’t like that, but it still pissed you off.
“Well, gee, if you’ve never seen me before I must be nobody then!” you quipped back.
“You know I didn’t mean it like that,” Peter replied firmly.
“Then how did you mean it, Peter?” You were playing with fire here, but you didn’t care anymore.
He stood frozen for a moment before choking out, “W-Who’s Peter?”
You sighed before checking your surroundings and pulling him into an alleyway away from the pier. Taking a deep breath, you reached up and pulled your domino mask off, blinking up at the young superhero through angered eyes.
“You?!?” Peter exclaimed loudly. He pulled his own mask off, hair messy and soft lips parted in shock.
“Me,” you sighed.
“Why were you being so mean! I thought we were friends!” The boy pouted slightly and you couldn’t help but feel a bit bad.
“We…we are, but Peter, you don’t get it. I waited so long for the chance to prove I’m capable, that I could be an Avenger. And then you come along and you’re Tony’s favorite within a few seconds of meeting him!”
“I’m not his favorite–”
“Yes, yes you are! Peter I begged him to let me go to Germany and fight with him. He told me I was too young. Too young but he personally went out to Queens to recruit you? I was heartbroken.” You confessed, eyes getting misty. “I’ll never be good enough for him, no matter what I do. It’s…it’s not fair. And I know that I sound like a child for saying that, but I don’t care anymore.”
Peter’s brows furrowed, a mix of empathy and guilt. He placed a nervous hand on your arm, tearing your gaze upwards to meet his. His eyes were kind and soulful in a way that made you feel like you were slipping dangerously towards loving this boy, no matter how much it went against your natural instincts.
“It’s not fair, you’re right. If I could go back and turn him down, I would. You deserve it more, I know how hard working you are. Mr. Stark’s an idiot for not seeing it.”
His head had dipped down close to yours now, words coming out in a low whisper that made it feel like a secret just the two of you could share.
“I’m sorry for stealing your spot, I’m sorry for pestering you all this time, but I’m not sorry for getting that internship. How else could I have met you?”
“Peter…” Your voice died out in your throat. His eyes were on yours and tension was palpable. For a split second, your eyes betrayed you and you glanced down at his lips. Peter seemed to catch on to your subtle look and he leaned in just an inch closer, your noses now brushing.
“You know, the first day I met you I was awestruck. I nagged Happy for a week until he gave me your name. I know you may not like me, but I can’t help but feel like you’re the one thing I’ve been waiting for my whole life,” he whispered.
“I don’t dislike you, Peter. Quite the opposite actually,” you replied, a smile tugging at your lips.
“Yeah? Then what was with the whole hatred act?” he returned your smirk, a hand now coming to rest on your waist as his confidence increased.
“You were pissing me off, sorry.” You were full-on smiling now as your arms wrapped around his neck.
“I should be the one apologizing. I’ll find a way to convince Mr. Stark to get you on the team, I swear—”
“Peter,” you cut him off. “Shut up and kiss me.”
Eyes widening slightly, he didn’t wait for further instruction before his lips crashed down on yours. His right hand reached up to cup your jaw, tilting your face slightly. Your hands reached up to tug on his hair, earning a slight groan from him. Your lips moved in unison, like it was the most natural thing in the world. When you finally broke apart, you were panting slightly as your forehead rested against his. You couldn’t stop the smile that broke out across your face and Peter returned it before placing one last kiss on the corner of your grinning lips.
