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When Tony had already reached the elevators, you picked up your things. “We should go.”
Peter nodded and followed you towards the end of the hallway—where Tony patiently waited for an elevator to arrive. Once you all entered, you instantly regretted doing so.
Extremely. Awkward.
Tony eyed the two of you constantly, and you couldn’t seem to look away from him because of the small amount of space inside those four walls. You didn’t have anywhere else to look.
Peter didn’t speak because he was well aware that Tony would be able to hear it. You hadn’t said a word either, for the same reason.
When the elevator came to a stop, you let out a huff and left immediately after the doors had opened. “About time,” you muttered with embarrassment hovering somewhere in your voice.
Later on as you arrived at the airport and went through the tedious procedures, you finally took a seat on the plane with a sigh of relief.
“Tired?” Peter asked.
You opened your eyes. “Yeah. Mind if I use you as a pillow, again?”
He shook his head with a small grin. In reality, he was trying to hide an even larger smile. “N-No,” he sputtered, and he quickly cleared his throat. “Not at all,” he shrugged, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible, but his heart had picked up speed.
You were nervous too—although it might sound stupid—but you kept your cool and rested your head on his shoulder.
Now, Peter was too afraid to move. If he did, he feared you’d take your head off. Luckily, you made sure this wouldn’t happen, because all you wanted to do was be this close to him.
“You comfy, Pete?”
He adjusted himself in the very small seat, but right now, none of that seemed to matter. “Mhm. Little tight, though.”
“Yeah,” you giggled. “Well, good night,” you joked.
“Wait,” he said, but his voice was quieter this time. “Can I ask you something?”
You kept your eyes closed. “Of course. What’s on your mind?”
“Did you... did you mean what you said back there? At the resort, I mean? You know... before we left to come here.”
It took you a couple of seconds to actually remember what he was referring to, but then it hit you.
I don’t like Spider-Man. I fell in love with Peter Parker.
Those were the words you had said to him. But why was he assuming they were false?
You lifted your head up to face him. You looked him dead in the eyes. “I meant every word, Peter, really.” Without thinking, you planted a soft kiss on his cheek, and went back to your original position—which was on his shoulder again.
Thankfully, you hadn’t noticed how red his face had become. The very same spot where your lips had made contact with his cheek, was burning. To distract himself, he ran his fingers delicately through your hair—hoping it wouldn’t hurt you.
The words replayed in his mind:
I meant every word, Peter, really.
How did he get so lucky?
~ * ~ * ~
You had slept on Peter for the entire plane ride. You felt bad for doing so, but it was worth it.
Now sitting in the large van on your way back to the Avengers tower, you chuckled to yourself. “Did that bother you?” you asked him suddenly.
He placed his hands inside the pockets of his school sweater. “Did what bother me?”
“I slept on you the entire time we were on that plane...”
He shook his head and smiled. “It didn’t bother me, Y/N. N-Not at all.”
You jokingly squinted your eyes at him as if looking for a lie somewhere in his words. “If you say so. I’ll be doing it very often.”
Peter smiled once more. He liked the idea.
~ * ~ * ~
Collapsing onto your bed felt like absolute heaven. Well, to be honest, it wasn’t even your bed. It was Peter’s. You hummed with bliss against the large, fluffy pillow. You heard Peter laugh from behind you.
When you lifted your head up to see what he was doing, you immediately froze. His shirt was off, revealing his—once again— very muscular chest and arms. You couldn’t bring yourself to look away from him. Fortunately, he hadn’t noticed. Then, he grabbed a t-shirt and slid it over his head, and one of his curls fell over.
“C’mere,” you said—head resting on your palm. Peter walked towards you, and his cheeks were now slightly flushed.
“Were you... were you watching me the whole time?” he questioned.
You mentally screamed. How did he know? Maybe it was the Spidey-sense.
Pausing for a brief moment, you thought of what to say. What am I supposed to say? “N-No,” you stuttered as you put his curl on the side of his face. “Maybe. Does it matter?”
A smirk was playing at his lips, and he tried to hold it back. You felt the heat rise to your face when you noticed his amused expression.
“Don’t look at me like that, Parker,” you grumbled, trying to ignore his stare.
Peter giggled like a little boy. “Hey,” he cleared his throat to get rid of the laughter, but the smirk was still there. He grabbed your arm. You looked back at him shyly.
Cheeks burning, you harshly said, “what?”
He sat down on the bed beside you. “It’s cute.”
“What is?”
“You,” he breathed, but his eyes went a little wide afterwards. You bit your lip.
Now, he was the one embarrassed. Finally.
You mirrored his previous smirk. “Feeling embarrassed, Parker?” You took note of the faint pink in his cheeks. “Ha.”
“You were staring at me, though,” he insisted.
“I was,” you shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s not my fault you’re attractive.”
Peter blushed a darker shade, and then he leaned forward, connecting your lips with is. You inhaled a little violently out of shock. When he pulled away, you glared at him.
“You... can’t catch me off-guard like that,” you crossed your arms.
His eyes crinkled and gleamed.
You couldn’t help but laugh again. You couldn’t stay mad at him. Ever.
“I hate you, Peter,” you scoffed.
He put a hand on his chest dramatically and he pretended to be highly offended. “I hate you, too?”
You shook your head and quickly kissed his cheek. “I love you,” you cooed.
“I love you, too.”
~ * ~ * ~