little italy
summary: peter has his first date with y/n and he’s nervous as hell
warning: fluff!!!!!!
A/N: this is the reblog of part 6!!
chapter 5
The sun poured through the windows of the hotel dining area, warming the surfaces it touched. The group of friends picked a table nearest to the large windows, wanting to feel that good spring warmth on their skin. Everyone seemed to be relaxed, talking about their previous day, and making plans for today. Peter only half listened to the conversation. His eyes kept drifting off to wherever y/n was, checking up on her to see if she was doing alright after he had calmed her down earlier. She seemed to be doing better, keeping a gentle smile on her face as she gathered the leftover dishes from empty tables. She was avoiding Flash’s side of the room, and at some point even went as far as asking one of her coworkers to take care of it.
Ned nudged his leg underneath the table, bringing Peter back to reality. He looked over at him, and Ned jutted his chin in MJ’s direction.
“Sorry Em, what were you saying?”
“I was asking if you wanted to help me with a piece I’m doing. I want to go to the city’s main square.”
“Oh, for your portfolio?”
“Yeah, wouldn’t be more than a few hours at the most. I already asked these two but the lovers already have a date planned for their afternoon.” MJ wrinkled her nose playfully towards Ned and Betty as she says the last part, earning a ‘hey!’ from Betty, who playfully hits her with her napkin. Peter hesitates as he looks over in the direction he had last seen y/n, which was near the kitchen entrance.
“Sure, why not. Just let me know what time.”
“After brunch? I need to gather my things but I’ll meet you by the front fountain.”
Once the plans were set, the group continues on with brunch. Y/N swoops by gracefully, gathering the empty plates from their table before heading straight to the kitchen. Betty and Ned get up to go get ready for their date, and MJ goes to gather her art supplies for the afternoon. Peter looks around the room, making sure Flash wasn’t around before making his way to the kitchen entrance.
The sound of the dishes being washed in soap and sanitizer got louder the closer Peter got. There were quick italian words being exchanged between the employees, mostly male, and some laughter here and there. Y/N catches sight of the boy and smiles as she makes her way towards him.
“Buongiorno solare/Good morning, sunshine.” y/n leans in to peck both of Peter’s cheeks, leaving him a rosy cheeked mess.
“Buongiorno principessa/good morning princess.”
“Hai qualche piano con i tuoi amici/Do you have plans with your friends?”
“Sto aiutando un'amica con la sua arte oggi. E tu/I’m helping a friend with her art today. And you?”
“Only work. I hope you have fun, my Peter.”
“Can I see you later? When I get back?”
Y/N shakes her head and gives him an apologetic smile. “Devo finire i compiti prima di domani. Ma forse domani pomeriggio?/I have homework to finish before tomorrow. But maybe tomorrow afternoon?”
Peter lets out a sigh and nods. “It’s a date then.” he says, causing her to smile.
After receiving a text from MJ saying she was on her way down, the two exchange a quick goodbye before going to their respective destinations; y/n back to work and Peter to the fountain in front of the hotel.
The ride into the city was gorgeous. The scenery was so green and alive, the sky was a bright blue, and there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. Peter sat next to MJ silently, who was busy sketching something out in her journal. She was in her own world, leaving Peter to busy himself on his own. His mind wandered back to y/n. It had been a week and a half since they’d been keeping their little secret to themselves. That meant they only had three more weeks together, but in retrospect that was very little time. Being busy with his daytime schooling activities and class dinners meant less time with y/n as well. Aside from this, Peter couldn’t help but feel warm for the girl, as if he had known her his entire life. There was no awkward beginning phase between the two of them. The two just… clicked. This made everything happen so much easier. Truly the only bump in the road had been Flash. He was… something.
MJ and Peter arrive at the city station and discuss where to go. They made a plan to go to the park first, then end their outing at a cafe nearby before they’d go back to the hotel. With the sun out, this meant a busier park, which was perfect for MJ. She was doing a realism piece, and she had an idea in her mind on what she wanted that to look like. Her plan was to sketch something out in an indoor location and outdoor location, emphasizing the way the surroundings seemed to encourage people’s behavior. It wasn’t too long before MJ’s chatter died down to silence as she began concentrating once more.
Peter spent most of his time at the park people watching, from the lone elderly man walking his chihuahua to the young couple watching their toddler run through the grass to chase the birds. The sunshine was putting everyone in a good mood. Eventually after growing bored of his phone and watching people, Peter lays back on the grass and looks up at the cloudless sky. He ends up napping, arms crossed behind his head as the sun kissed his skin. Although he was simply here to keep MJ company, Peter felt relaxed in his own head. The only indication that there was someone there with him was the quick scratching of pencil and paper beside him, and the occasional seated shifting.
After the two friends’ day ends with a two hour stay at a nearby cafe, they make their way back to the hotel for dinner. They were meeting Ned and Betty near the Venetian walls first to help them with pictures to commemorate the trip, then together the four of them would head to the hotel, where they were hoping to snag a table outside in the green to watch the sunset as they ate. All in all, their Sunday evening would have a pretty uneventful ending.
“I am starving.” Ned groans as he plops onto his bed after a long day out with their class. They had taken the train to another city that was an hour ride away, and there they had a full day cooking class. The class consisted of a lecture on the history of Italian cuisine, some sampling, as well as a walking tour of the michelin star restaurant they were at. Tomorrow would be when they would dip into some food and cook something themselves.
Peter throws his backpack next to his head and yawns, looking at the time on his watch. They had about half an hour before dinner, which meant he would need to figure out a way to discreetly leave with y/n before then. His friends would know immediately if he was gone; they would obviously notice him not present during dinner. And although Ned somewhat knew the situation, he didn’t necessarily want to tell him what was going on. Peter paced back and forth nervously, running a hand through his hair as he kept glancing at the time. Ned eyes his friend for a moment before saying anything.
“Dude, are you okay?” he asks.
“I need your help.” Peter blurts out. He covers his mouth with his hand, blushing. Ned furrows his brows and sits up.
“I-I’m going on a date with y/n, you know the girl who works here? And I just need to make it not look suspicious.” Peter tells his friend.
“I can just say you have a stomach ache so you’re not hungry.” Ned shrugs at the boy. Peter’s shoulders drop when he realizes that the solution to his dilemma was truly that easy. He wasn’t sure why he had been overthinking it.
“So,” Ned says, waggling his eyebrows. “where are you guys going?”
“Dinner. I googled this restaurant where they serve you dinner under the stars and they have those twinkling lights on trees and stuff and I thought she might like it.”
Ned gives Peter an approving nod. The two chat for a bit more, then Peter changes into a dress shirt and some slacks. He checks his hair in the mirror for the last time that day, then heads out to pick up y/n at her house. He roughly remembered where she lived, except the difference now was that he was walking there during daylight hours. There were people still out and about, and the town wasn’t dead yet.
Peter knocks on the front door and an older woman answers. She has the same kind eyes that y/n has, except she looks a bit more aged. The woman’s graying black hair is cut in a blunt bob, which shaped her face nicely.
“Ciao, sono qui per y/n/Hi, I’m here for y/n?”
“Ah, vieni vieni, non c'è bisogno di essere nervoso/Ah, come come, no need to be nervous.” the woman smiles. She ushers Peter inside then calls out for y/n up the stairs. She disappears for a moment, before coming and offering Peter some tea or coffee, both of which Peter declines politely. It wasn’t really to save space for dinner; if anything the boy was too nervous to know if he could stomach anything down.
A few moments later, y/n’s footsteps down the stairway become clearer, and she steps into the living room where Peter waits for her. She’s taken his breath away, that was how beautiful she looked. Y/N’s hair was curled loosely around her shoulders, and she wore a deep red sundress with thin straps. Her skin was glittery from her makeup, and she had a red lipstick on as well. She looked at Peter shyly as he gawked at her.
“Wow.” he finally let out. Y/N giggled and shook her head.
“Voi due state bene, okay/You two be safe, okay?” the woman says as the two make their way out.
“Okay mamma.”
It is a silent walk to the nearby restaurant. The warm breeze bristled past the pair, past their hands that just brushed against each other as they walked. The hostess checks them in and seats them at one of the many round tables, handing them menus before leaving them alone. Soft music plays from somewhere nearby, creating a relaxing but slightly romantic atmosphere. When Peter looked up at y/n, he saw the sun setting behind her. He couldn’t help but whip out his phone and snap a picture of y/n, with the sun hitting her at a great angle. The last one Peter gets is one of her looking up at him, the cutest smile playing on her lips. Satisfied, he puts his phone away.
Dinner is full of conversation. Y/N seems very interested in learning about Peter’s life, so he tells her about him living with his aunt May, whom he adores. He tells her about uncle Ben and his parents, about living in New York, his internship at Stark Industries, etc. Y/N in turn tells Peter about her family, which includes her two older brothers and a baby sister on the way, as well as a cat and a dog. She tells him about her school, the friends she has there, what her dreams are. The conversation just flows and flows, and they find it hard to stop.
They decide to pop into the park they’d gone to before at night, the one with the lake that reflects the moon perfectly. At this point, since it is a little chilly, Peter gives y/n the coat he’d brought along, draping it over her shoulders. The walk to the park is lovely, with lush flower bushes lining the walkway. Peter stops to pluck a pink flower, tucking it behind y/n’s ear. She thanks him and kisses his cheek.
Peter and y/n sit on the grass. Since it had been such a nice day, it wasn’t dewy or gross. The grass was soft against Peter’s palms as he leaned back, looking up at the stars. Y/N leans her head on Peter’s shoulders, scooting right next to him. He wraps his arm around her, rubbing her arm comfortingly. There was no conversation in this moment. Just a calm silence between the two of them.
“Sai, mi piaci davvero Peter. Un sacco/You know, I really like you Peter. A lot.”
Y/N is looking up at him now. Her face is awfully close to Peter’s, and realizing that makes Peter’s heart palpitate nervously. He couldn’t think of anything to say as he moved a strand of her hair away from her face. When he touched her face, y/n leaned into the palm of his hand, never breaking eye contact with the boy. Before he could overthink this, he moves in and kisses y/n. Their lips meeting sends a jolt of electricity through his body, and his senses are on overdrive. He brings up his other hand to hold her face, and y/n wraps her arms loosely around his neck. Her lips taste faintly of the chocolate tart they’d shared, rich and buttery. Peter could feel her heart racing in her chest, just like his. She was nervous too.
When they finally pull away, with the moonlight shining down on their faces, they both blush and smile at each other. There wasn’t anything to say; that kiss had said it all.
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