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“Hey!” a voice yelled from above you. You looked up to see Peter Parker with his web slingers latched around his wrists, hanging from the ceiling.
“Hey Parker,” you reply, and continue making your way downstairs. Behind you, you hear Peter’s feet lend gently on the metal staircase and follow you.
“Whatcha up to, Y/N?” he asks, stepping beside you.
“Going back to my room.”
“Oh. I see.”
“And then I’ll be in the dining area for dinner. As usual, Spider-boy. Don’t get your suit in a twist.”
He blushes, and stops on a step. “See you then!”
You nod and hum in agreement, but never look back. Instead, you continue your way down the stairs and down the hall to your suite.
About two hours later, you head back up to the dining area. Most of the Avengers are there, but you find it odd that Peter isn’t. Sighing, you sit with Wanda and Natasha, until you finish your meal and simply talk for a while.
Thirty minutes after you came up to eat, Peter enters the dining area. He gets some food for himself and sits alone at one end of the table, while everyone else goes to drop of their dishes. You’re the last one to do so, and you can feel Peter staring at your back.
“What is it, Parker?” you ask, turning and glaring at him.
He fails to hide his blush. “Oh... n-nothing, Y/N,” he says, and turns his back towards you to eat. All by himself, in the dining room.
You step out of the room, and you hear a heavy sigh and a think that sounds suspiciously like a forehead slamming the table. When you peek back into the dining area, you see Peter with his fork in his hands and his head resting on the table, his eyes closed and whispering to himself. You can’t help but feel bad for him, poor Peter Parker. It could be a poem. A poem for poor Peter Parker.
You leave once more, and head back to your suite for the second time that day.
The next day, training went by as usual. Your abilities were controlling the weather, which was actually very useful in situations with the Avengers. Dinner rolled around, and you were surprised to find Perter already there, a pair of geeky glasses perched on his nose and his hair ruffled in a gorgeous way. No... stop. Not gorgeous. Shut up, Y/N.
He looks up from the book he is reading, and stops playing with the fork resting in his salad.
“Hey, Y/N,” he says softly.
You offer a small smile back, and sit across from him with your soup. “Hey there, Parker.”
He looks up at you again, surprised that you’re not ignoring him and sitting somewhere else. He smiles to himself, and you eat your dinner in a comfortable silence until Thor and Tony come stumbling in, dragging Natasha and Bruce behind them. The volume increases significantly, and Peter looks like he’s having a hard time concentrating. He shuts his book and tucks it under his arm, picking up his half-empty plate and stacking it upon the others.
You watch as he leaves and runs down the stairs. Sighing, you get up as well and put your plate on his before following him down.
“Peter?” you call.
The sound of his soft footsteps come to a halt somewhere below you, and you make your way down to his level.
“Yes, Y/N?”
You bite your lip. “Good night, Peter,” you say quietly, and reach up to peck his cheek.
You can feel his cheeks warm up at the gesture, and he hefts the book under his arm.
“Good night, Y/N,” he replies, so softly you almost didn’t hear.
Smiling to yourself, you continued your way down the stairs until you reached the level your suite was on, and unlocked your door to get ready for bed.