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Peter quietly tucks a strand of your hair back as he keeps kissing you, his warm fingers running across your blushing cheeks. You smiled and wrap your arms around his neck as Peter peppers little kisses along your jaw.
"Hey- Peter stop, that tickles-" you giggled and pushes him away playfully. He inches closer to you and grabs by your waist to pull you in gently, making you blush profusely.
"Wh-what?" Peter chuckled softly at your confusion, eyeing your flushed cheeks.
"Nothing, 's just.. you look so cute," He whispers, chocolate brown eyes looking into yours lovingly.
Butterflies bloomed in your stomach at his words and you leaned in to kiss him. Unfortunately..
"Uh.. kid-? I need a favo-" Tony cuts off, freezing at the scene of Peter - whose spider suit were sure to fall off his waist any time soon - and you, kissing him, your shirt unbuttoned halfway through.
Your body instinctively went into panic mode, closing the door immediately and locking it with your powers quickly after. Peter immediately started changing into shorts and a science t-shirt he threw somewhere on his bed.
"Mr. Stark is gonna kill me.." He sighed and dropped onto the mattress. "Jesus fucking Christ." You hissed, heart still pounding in your chest.
As an Avenger, it was natural to react like that if someone ever came into your room uninvited. Especially when you're making out with someone.
"Can I come in?" Tony asked, his voice muffled through the door. You let out a shaky sigh, unlocking the door with your hand.
"Tony, I-" Before you could say anything, he interrupted, "It's none of my business kid, and honestly-, I don't mind. I just need a favor from you," Tony said, averting his eyes at Peter - who were sitting on the bed, a concerned expression on his face - before finally turning to you.
"Yeah, okay.." Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.
You've always thought no one would think romantic relationships between the Avengers would be okay, much less Tony Stark himself, but you brush it off as a win-win for now, maybe.
You and Tony walked to his lab, talking about one of his projects and the favor he asked you for.
Natasha quietly peeked in your shared bedroom after Tony and you have gone out of sight. "Do you love them, Peter?" she asked, looking Peter dead in the eyes.
"Oh jeez- Hi, Miss Romanoff?-" Peter jumped at the sudden appearance. "How did you-?" Nat chuckled.
"It wasn't that hard to figure out, considering how you two act around each other. And.. our rooms are next to each other, the walls aren't exactly soundproofed," She went off casually as Peter's eyes widen with each word.
Peter looks around, his cheeks were flushing in embarassment. "You haven't answer my question, Peter," Natasha tilts her head a bit, cocking an eyebrow.
"Oh- yeah, uhm.. yea, I do, I love them, a lot-" He stammered and scratches his head, cursing at himself for sounding so unsure.
"Well.. you better treat them good, kid. I won't let you off otherwise." That was all the agent said before leaving to tell everyone the news.
"Uhm.. thanks?"