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Parings → Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Warnings → smut with lots of plot have fun.
Summary → A fun day at the compound leads to getting caught by your less than approving dad.
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Everyday felt like a never ending date. But in a good way.
You and peter have been together for a while, 10 months to be exact. And nobody knew, well nobody means the avengers, your friends and... okay so everyone knows except your dad and happy but hey! Don't judge! The man's scary about his kid. Not that you were scared but more of Peter's sake.
The affair started about a year ago, you hung out when he stayed at the compound. He was the only person there under the age of 30 and you two hit it off. Then days at the lab together and so on. You begged your dad to transfer you to midtown and after almost two months of begging and throwing tantrums he agreed, under the pretense you had all your classes with Peter and well that was just a bonus.
So then from there you kissed, a kiss turned into kisses and dating and homecoming and now you're here 10 months later cuddled up against him in the most not obvious way watching a movie with your dad and the rest of your family.
"Nat I swear to god your telling me you wouldn't fuck him," Wanda whispers sneaking a peak at vision, making sure he hadn't heard, before focusing back on the movie. You and Peter hadn't stopped your incessant tapping, yes you learned Morse code as an avenger study but you always put it to use in times like this.
He finished pressing out I love you to the skin on your back. A little smile played on your faces as you sat up more in your seat, "hey dad will you get me more popcorn please?" You looked down at him as he was a row in front of you in the makeshift theater. And for a Stark we all know what "makeshift" means he just nodded grabbing your bowl. "Hey me too," Bucky laughed extending his arm to hand his bowl.
Hold up let me explain the seating.
In the front row was Nat, Wanda, your dad, and Bruce all huddled together as the scary clan and will kill you if they're - the angry tier.
Then middle row you on the end seat Peter next to you and Bucky and Steve on his other side - the soft kid at heart tier.
And the third row had Vision, Sam and Thor the undecided, we got in to late to pick a good spot tier?
Tony enjoyed culturally enriching the group of misfits and had on a Risky business and sandlot marathon. Right now you're halfway through sandlot and halfway through your pantience to go the fuck to bed.
Leaning over into Peter's ear you whispered, "can you sleep in my room tonight?" He nodded before turning to whisper back, "how am I gonna do that? What if Mr. Stark comes in?" You rolled your eyes and kissed him softly, you guys weren't fans of pda but it was just a peck.
"He won't just come by after everyone's sleep and I'll lock the door." It was a good enough answer because he nodded before turning back to the movie just as Tony came down the isle handing you both bowls of popcorn, hot buttery and fresh just how you liked it.
By the time the movie ended it was almost 12 and everyone was off to sleep, except Tony, he headed down to the lab to work on something and you headed off to take a shower.
Post shower and ready to drag yourself into bed you looked up at the ceiling fighting sleep when you heard your door creak, Peter's eyes darting around the dark room till they landed on your stiff body. "Hey are you awake?" You nodded stupidly, "yeah I'm up." You twisted around in the sheets, scooting over so he could have get half the bed, "is my dad asleep?"
He just shrugged as he climbed into the bed, "Friday where's my dad?" you asked aloud, one of your favorite parts of the new update was tracking where you all were in the compound. "Mr. Stark is in the suite." You just shook your head a little, "safe and clear." Peter sighed resting into the bed comfortably, "I can't believe you own Spider-Man pants," you giggle looking at his choice of pajamas.
You two talked for a while about nothing and everything as you usually did, you fell asleep and Peter just watched for a while, your tense expression dwindle away, sleeping on his chest as you curled up tighter against him. It wasn't long until sleep over came him and he too slept long and hard.
When you woke up, you rushed Peter out and back to his room stealing kisses and feeling the adrenaline of doing what you're not supposed to.
And this continued for a week, a full week of blissful domestic sleeping, the best sleep of your life. Cuddled into your boyfriend's body and completely aware of your maybe consequences.
Friday night you sat around the dinner table. "Not for you to take this the wrong way but when is May getting back Peter?" Sam's question has everyone's eyes on the two of you, trying to hide the fact that you're holding hands under the table. "She's supposed to get back Monday- I'm excited, I haven't seen her in forever." Sam just nodded to the answer going back to his mash potatoes.
After dinner you all gathered in the living room to play some games, laughing and fights and boards flipping halfway through a game of life. "Y'know Thor maybe you should have six sets of twins," everyone laughed at the joke seeing his two cars trailing behind another. "Haha, you and Peter are probably the only ones here who will have kids." Wanda blurted and you wanted to dissolve. Of course Tony hadn't taken that the wrong way but everyone kinda shut up. The game ended with Vision being victorious and everyone went their separate ways.
Peter was the next to slip up, on Saturday night you were doing what you usually did, watching a horrible reality show on Netflix about nothing but sex and bikinis and girls with awful fake tans. Bucky, who luckily always found a way to spend time with you on saturdays, was really invested, though he'd never admit it. "I really really thought Brad and Angela were gonna get together by the end of that episode," you laughed at his commentary.
Bucky was sitting in a criss cross position on the floor between your legs as you sat on the couch, "Buck, I swear your hair is gonna look.. fantastic," you chuckled as you braided another section, "are you sure you don't want Rasta beads on the front?" He scoffed eyes still trained on the TV in front of him. "No Sam would laugh at me and Steve would probably make me take them out." You leaned to the side and forward to look at him smirking and continuing with trained hands at the clusterfuck of braids in his hair.
"I think when you take these out your hair's gonna be like beach wavy," taking a comb and brushing out another section. "Like Michael's hair?" You sometimes forget he's not up to date on all the technical girl stuff, "yeah Michael's hair makes him like 10 times hotter."
"Who's hot?" You practically jumped out of your skin, Bucky got startled and went into defense mode. "Peter what the fuck, you don't sneak up on people like that!" You slung an arm over the back of the couch to hit him but he just laughed and swung over the couch to sit next to you. "Another trash reality show marathon," he laughed as he watched the show along with you.
As more time passed you stopped paying attention to Peter, when you finished Bucky's hair you leaned back and curled into the blanket. Watching Peter now, he never really got into these show like you and Bucky, you didn't even get into these shows like Bucky.
And then you felt the little pang of jealousy you got when a girl tried something with Peter, he was obviously always uninterested in anyone but you. "Did you just look at her ass?" Peter broke his gaze from the TV and fixated on you. "What?" Bucky's eyes left the TV too, looking between the two of you on the couch opposite to him, mouth full of frosted mini wheats straight from the box.
"You totally just checked that new contestant out, stared at her ass!" He laughed and then got serious once he realized you weren't joking. "Babe.. you're kidding right?.. I really didn't even look and-"
"What's all this babe stuff Peter?" Both of you stopped, shell shocked and turned your heads to look at your dad opening the fridge as he rooted through it, "it's- uh.. yeah- hey Mr. Stark." You wanted to laugh and piss yourself at the same time.
"It's some new slang stuff Tony, Y'know how the kids are these days." Bucky covered for you as he got up to put his Wheaties away. "I'm gonna head to bed, kid. Don't watch it without me," he winked as he turned around shooting finger guns at Tony, "goodnight Buck," you all chimed at the same time
"Jinx."
"Double jinx."
"Triple jinx," you all harmonized like a well oiled machine, your dad let out a deep chuckle as he stirred his fresh coffee.
"Okay cut it out, since you don't look busy, why not come help me in the lab kid?" You both looked up excited and Tony looked at you a little sad, "we can work on your new suit, Pete." You just let your smile fade and nodded.
You three walked down the hall together in complete silence, "so dad, this is like the seventh? Seventh, right Peter?- Super spidey suit and I've yet to see mark one of Iron Girl." Peter nodded to your predictions statement and Tony just rubbed his temple as he picked up the speed and hurried to the lab Peter going with him too. You stopped at your bedroom door, "I'm still gonna be asking for it in the morning," you shouted at them and Tony just looked at you down the hall smiling at his little girl.
You stopped and struck a quick pose "I am Iron Man," you mocked your dad's voice, you could see the skin around his eyes crinkle when he laughed just as the elevator door shut them from view. And you headed into your room.
Not a few hours later Peter snuck into your room, you paused the movie you were watching and looked at him as he slumped into your bed half asleep already. "Y'know I had to call your dad babe for the past 3 hours because he didn't believe it was slang."
"Hey you're the one slipping up not me- and god please never call me babe again I already am my father." He chuckled against the pillow his face was smushed in. "C'mere baby I wanna cuddle." You rolled your eyes and clicked off your TV. "Peter any form of babe- not even bae- is acceptable anymore, get creative."
Then came Sunday- the day known to be wasted away worrying about everything you have to do and getting none of it done.
Soon after checking if Tony was in his suite you texted Peter.
You: Come over Peter
Peter: The last time you texted me that... 😏
You: Just get your ass over here I want to cuddle
You didn't hear him till your door pushed open and he came into the room. He sauntered over and kissed you. "Hey," he smiled pulling away "hi," "So what do you wanna do tonight?" He asked sitting on the edge of your bed.
You pulled your legs into a criss cross position sitting up against the headboard, "I don't know, wanna make out?" He just smiled at the brashness murmuring a soft 'yeah' as he climbed forward kissing you. Soft kisses turning into strong ones and you were laid down Peter over top of you savoring every second.
"Y/n.." Before the words left his lips you'd already felt his hard on press on your thigh for a second. "Are you okay if we..." You asked, usually when you guys did it, it was at Peter's place and this was new territory.
Peter's eyes locked with yours, your peaceful demeanor soothed his anxietied state. He started kissing you again, grinding against you this time. Your hands that were draped around his neck ran through his hair finding purchase on the back of his head. You loved being close to him just as much as he did you. The heavy weight of his body against yours made you relax, you felt safe.
Your kiss moved to his neck sucking a small bright red spot that'd be gone by morning, you tapped at his side to turn over and you two did just that, resting on his abdomen before scooting down, kissing at his collar bones that peaked beneath the shirt.
You tugged his t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head before just scooting it off the bed. "As much as I've seen you Peter, I still missed you so much," he had the most blissful look on his face. Completely content. Lips a bright shade of pink tucked into a smile. You went back to kissing all down his chest admiring every part of your boyfriend.
"I love you," you smiled and picked your head up to look at him. "You what?" He never wanted to pull you down on top of him more, "you heard me."
"I love you more Peter," you punctuated the statement pulling your sleep shirt over your head. "Can I-" you gestured to his shorts, tucking your index fingers into the waistband of his boxers. "Yeah," his throaty response stung at your ears.
You pulled both the offending items of clothing off, his hard cock sprang up and rested back against his abdomen while you dropped the clothes off the bed. Hands landing on his thighs, gently patting and rubbing the muscular legs you adored.
You pressed down on him leaning forward to kiss him before going back down, hand wrapping around him, his head fell back on the pillow already. You pumped him slowly kissing at his v line, admiring your work as Peter's breath shortened.
You licked your lips before wrapping them around the tip, sucking slowly, tongue twirling over his slit tasting his oozing pre-cum, leisurely taking more of him into your mouth. "Fuck, Y/n," Peter's hand slipped into your hair. He wasn't a head pusher but he liked to rest his hand and feel your movements, something to ground him and not get lost in his senses.
You kept bobbing, he let out faint noises of moans. "Y/n I can't be quiet you know that," voice strained and quiet.
You lifted off of him, a bit of spit had dribbled out your mouth, a slick string of mixed bodily fluids attached you to him. "Hey, FRIDAY put on sound control. Block the whole room out," you spoke fast. "Yes miss Stark." The response made you happy.
"What the frick is that?!" You looked at him massaging his thighs again before stroking his cock. "We had to add an update because I play music too loud for people to sleep. It's just in my room," you smiled at him and he gracefully laid back to his resting position.
You returned to your previous activities, sucking harder. Peter didn't hold back, letting out all the beautiful sounds he knew you loved to hear. "That's it baby," hands returning to your hair as his hips threatened to jut out. You took a hand down petting and rubbing his balls coaxing his first orgasm out.
Peter groaned hard, not expecting to cum so quickly, his hot load shooting in your mouth, swallowing quickly and pumping him through his high. Scooching up to rest above him, he pulled you into a heated kiss, stomach hot and body aching, wishing to be touched. He pushed at your shorts sliding them down your thighs as much as he could. You lifted one knee at a time trying to get the clothing off. Somewhere in that your tits ended up in his face as he watched you struggle, "babe," he chuckled watching you wiggle around in attempt to remove your clothes.
You looked up at his face, he was smiling tenderly post laugh and you just gave up sitting down on your bottom to pull them off your ankles, taking the time to take off your underwear. "I could've helped," he fake pouted running a hand from your calf to your knee then up to your thigh as he moved over on top of you.
Peter kissed your neck giving warm wet kisses down your chest. He flicked at your nipples before wrapping his lips around one, sucking generously and eliciting vague sounds of pleasure from your mouth. Your legs wrapped around his mid section, Peter's body slotted perfect in the space between your legs. You leaned your head back bumping into the headboard as his tongue swirled and lapped at the bud "ow" hands slipping to hold the spot.
He pulled away fast, "are you okay?" Full of concern, "yea yea just keep going," you burned in embarrassment as he smiled back, nothing ever seemed to go as smoothly and as sexily as you imagined. Peter leaned back down, sucking the other abandoned bud into his mouth, he picked up on the tongue swirl you'd done to him earlier. Caressing at your hip, you looked down seeing his back muscles flex in the dim light coming through your window. "God you're so sexy," words slipping past your lips in pleasure.
You could feel the smile against your chest as he continued, hand sliding between your bodies to your aching core, nimble fingers dancing in all the right places to make you sweat. "Peter," the soft moan of his name had him jumping. Finally letting his fingers glide though your folds, wet and eager.
His head descended, kissing down your stomach before placing soft kisses across your hips, legs parting when his three middle fingers rubbed at your clit, fluid and steady movement supplying just the right amount of gratification to leave you dizzy.
Your hips raised involuntary, one of his hands come up to push you back down.
He pulled his fingers away from you, a soft whimper at the loss of the stimulation he provided. "Peter-" your voice was hoarse and whiny as you looked at him, so badly wanting him to do something, anything.
"Peter please just fuck me," you could feel the air that left his mouth hit your thigh when he let out a chuckle, your body was hot all over and all you wanted was him. Peter craned over you, kissing you more, his knee coming between your thighs as you went to shut them.
When you two parted you leaned over to get a condom from your night stand, turning back to Peter, sitting on his haunches between your parted legs, his hand wrapped around his cock as you opened the foil packet.
Almost as soon as you'd discarded the packet Peter had the condom on and pulled you back to the bed, kissing down your neck and shoulder, "I love you Y/n/n," hot messy words as he kissed your knuckles, fingers interlocking as he held your hand.
You looked down between you two taking the one free hand you had to guide him in, sighs of practical relief left both of you as he slowly sunk in. Your free hand is just now as interlocked as the other, the back of your hands pressed into the sheets Peter's nails digging into the fabric below as he started to move his hips.
He groaned so softly, "fuck." He kept the slow pace he'd started, wanting you to fully adjust. "Please go faster," your breathy voice that theatened to moan was enough for him to increase his pace. Both your breathing and the sound of you bed creaking filled your ears.
Your legs wrapped around his hips, a loud moan left your lips as he hit the spot he'd been looking for, adjusting to hit it with every thrust. Peter's lips felt warm and wet when he bit on your shoulder, removing a hand from your grasp to hike your leg up. "Fuck you're so tight baby," he sounded breathless.
You bit your lip, "let me ride you," he continued thrusting and then stopped abruptly. "And it's not even my birthday?" He smiled coyly pulling out as you two switched positions, Peter's hands reaching out and greedily grabbing your thighs. You flipped your hair around getting it out of your face, grabbing onto his shoulders and raising your hips off his lap as he helped himself, running his tip along your slit, the rubber glistened even more, "go ahead sit on it like a good girl." If you weren't so ready to cum you'd have blushed, he knew just how to egg you on.
Lowering down onto him felt like being impaled in the best way possible, "fuck," starting with a grinding motion than starting to rock up and down, the bed squeaking even louder. Peter brought his hand down to rub your clit, going over in a back and forth motion, your hips bucked up to him and a loud moan ripped through you, "fuck Peter don't stop," he knew just how to bring you to the edge.
You bounced faster on him, his fingers working magic, "Peter- fuck I'm so close- can I please cum?" He nodded, one hand on your waist to help guide you, "cum on my cock baby," you whimpered at his words before cumming hard around him, clenching down and eyes rolling back. "Holy shit," you breathed out against the skin of his neck, body slumped and leaned forward. Peter was still hard and ready inside you, "use me Pete," you whispered in his ear, kissing his sweet spot.
Peter's hands ventured at your waist rubbing the skin before he grabbed handfuls of your hips, his fingers dug into the skin of your ass as he gripped hard, picking your body up and moving you up and down on him- god what his super strength could do, "whose is this huh?" He asked as you pulled your head out of hiding moaning a 'yours' as he moved your body all on his own. Power and dominance in every movement.
You were a mess- your cum coated his cock as it pulled against your sensitive walls, "Pete- I can't just-" you whimpered out as he just dropped you down on himself over and over. The sound of your body colliding back with his rang in your ears and you bit your lip to hold back a moan. "Come on baby," Peter's thumb cradled your chin as he pulled you in for a wet hot kiss, your eyes felt sewn shut, you were breathing heavily through your nose as you let him in, swallowing his groan as he thrust up slowly, the short quick movements seem to hit every spot you could imagine in such little time, "Peter let's- holy fuck- let's switch," you pulled off his face and he nodded, hand firm gripping himself to pull out and flip you two over.
His warm hands held on to the expanse of your back before just tipping you straight off his lap onto your back, instead of into your pillows you now looked up and seen your footboard as Peter smiled down at you before kissing your neck, soft wet open mouth kisses full of every tender moment his actions might have lacked.
Your hands came down around his neck, one dancing across the tender skin from your previous attacks, the other gliding through his hair and grabbing at the bit on the nape of his neck- "Peter," you moaned breathlessly
Peter's hands had found its way to your thighs as he kneeled over your body. Fingers leaving impressions from grabbing at you. He sounded just as breathless as he pulled off you, admiring the marks he left- soft red and swollen soon to be dark and purple. He lifted your legs and moved you around, adjusting to an easier position.
"Tell me you want it- tell me you want me as much as I want you," his face was red and hot, he still looked so soft and nice sitting above you "fuck- Peter I want you," you grabbed his hand lacing your fingers just as he did before. He moved his hips easily, finding his place sliding in so perfectly, "it's like you were made for me," groaning he commented. The silence that surrounded you both felt so comforting and empty- filled by every noise made in the room. The light bed rocking, gasps and groans as he quickened- the skin on skin contact decimating into a tune you'd hum the next day.
As he moved longer and stronger he let go of your hand, pushing them into the bed propping himself up as he rocked into you. Your legs wrapped around his pert ass, his toes digging deep to keep traction on the soft sheet. "Fuck y/n," he breathed through gritted teeth.
"Peter I'm so close, a-are you with me?"
He nodded biting his lip, looking down to where you wrapped around him so perfectly, "I'm right behind you."
He let the consistency of his movement out the window, he was hitting deep and hard and fast. "Peter-" you grabbed his bicep, "cum in me," he locked eyes with you, if he wasn't so caught up in making the two of you finish he would have had a kid in a candy store expression. Instead he quickly pulled out taking the condom off and sinking back in, soaking in the feeling of his bare cock in you, everything he'd imagined and more. But he could barely ground himself at the moment, he had to focus on the rough feeling of raw knees pressing into mattress.
Everywhere you touched left fire, every noise you made sounded like birds chirping on a Sunday morning, everytime he looking at your face eyes shut in pleasure holding yourself back, waiting for him.
It was all too much, "Y/n- holy shit- I'm gonna cum," he moaned, hips twitching and eyes rolling as he came, feeling the relief of the tension in his stomach as his coil snapped. Jutting in and out a few times relishing in the feeling of you, hot, wet, messy and tight. Feeling you pulsate after you came.
He collapsed on top of you, dick buried deep, chests heaving against one another, your legs wrapped right around him. You could hear him swallow deep in his throat as he let out another deep breath. "Holy shit! This is the best one yet," he groaned feeling your chuckle vibrate against his ribs. You ran idle fingers through his hair, regaining from your own orgasm.
You two sat like this for a minute until he got enough energy and pulled away, "god damn," he muttered just enough under his breath to not be heard. Pulling out slowly not wanting to go, admiring everything he'd been able to do. "I feel sticky," you locked eyes as you both looked down.
"I can't believe you let me do that," he fell over next to you on the bed, you scooted over to give him more room. "You deserve it, plus I'm on birth control now."
"You're what!?" He smiled and practically giggled picking his head up to look at you.
You just nodded, "I said I had cramps," you elaborated. He just kept breathing, an arm sneaking down to play with your hand, "we should tell them."
You sat up looking down at him, "if we tell dad, we can't do things like this," you frowned.
"Am I just a secret to you?" He didn't sound accusing, he sounded sad.
Pity and guilt filled your chest. "It's not like that and you know it- I just wanna-" you readjusted your searing and looked him in the eyes.
"Stealing moments like these makes it worth it for me, but tomorrow I'll shout from the rooftops I'm in love with Peter Benjamin Parker, dad be damned"
"Dad be damned," he chanted, bright toothy smile in place
"Scream it now, sound proof and all," he gestured around the room.
You shut your eyes and shook your head, "IM IN LOVE WITH PETER PARKER!" you shouted
"C'mere let's get you cleaned up," Peter groaned, sitting up and taking you with him on his way off the bed towards the bathroom.
Afterwards you two laid in bed, "do you know what time it is?" You mumbled against his side as you curled up against him.
"Snack time? Please I want grapes," Peter brushed some hair out of your face as you groaned.
"I don't think I can get up I'm so tired," you looked up with a pout sitting up onto your forearms, cradling your head. "... but if you give me a piggy back ride," you smiled and he leaned in, kissing your forehead, soft lips pressed against the sweat soaked skin.
"Deal.. but I want one on the way back."
You immediately furrowed your brows and he chuckled, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding... unless."
"Shut up," you laughed at him leaning off the bed to pick up the discarded clothes from earlier. Tossing his shirt and shorts over and sitting up to put on your shirt the two of you got up.
You piggy backed all the way to the kitchen, being as quiet as you could.
It was complete silence, you could hear the flick of the light switch, overhead lights shutting on and illuminating the common area.
"Do you think Sam ate all my grapes? I swear to god I'm this close to making Mr. Stark call a meeting," he turned to look at you as you jumped onto the counter just shrugging.
When the fridge door opened it lit up his face, the led glow compared to the light created by your dad's green initiative was nothing.
"And what would the Queen of Stark industry, miss Y/n Stark like to snack?" He joked with you turning and flashing an award winning smile.
You shrugged, hopping up to open a cabinet. You found the worst best snack in the world. The peanut butter and jelly two in one and a spoon. Breakfast of champions.
Peter watched as you crack the jar open, leaning against the island and popping a grape in his mouth. "I don't know how you eat that," he laughed, "I mean how psycho do you have to be to eat a Pb&J minus the bread," you rolled your eyes, "for one- it is good- you're just a baby about trying new things and two- did you just call me psycho?" You hopped back onto your place on the counter watching him with murder eyes as he flushed with color. "I was kidding," he shrugged.
You two giggled and talked. Eventually you closed the lid on your jar and he zipped the packaging of him grapes and you were on his back one more time.
You immediately fell into your bed shrugging off your shirt, "we're still cuddling I hope you know that," you looked at Peter as he took of his shirt and shorts. He met your eyeline, a little smile on his face, "and who am I to deny you cuddles?" He joked around before falling immediately silent. You had lifted your hips and slid your underwear off under the covers, thinking nothing too much of it before just throwing them on the ground.
But Peter couldn't help but feel a slight excitement. He never really said anything but he like the idea of the two of you sleeping naked. He doesn't really know why. So he just went over the foot of your bed, adjusting into his spot on your bed. You flipped to be facing him just as he threw his boxers across the room. "You're a mess Peter," you mumbled scooching in closer to him, holding him across the abdomen and laying your head flat on his chest.
Peter liked the feeling of your skin against his, it was soothing, almost therapeutic. You were quick to fall asleep so he just laid there in the dark playing with your hair and listening to your breathing. It wasn't much longer till he too fell asleep.
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The early bird gets the worm was Steve's thing. And apparently he thought the best course of action was shock. So he started with Tony.
It took him a while but he eventually got Tony to wake from his sleep. "What the hell are you doing Rogers?!"
Steve would just plaster on a bright smile, "up and at em Tony, we've got big plans today." Of course your father just grumbled and tried to turn back over. After a few minutes of Steve poking him,he huffed and got out of bed.
Then they went to Bucky. Steve has this one down pack. Growing up the only way Bucky's mom could get him up on time was.... a wet willie. As much as Steve hated to pull this card he was more excited to have a productive day with the team. Something they haven't had in a while
With Bucky awake they divided and conquered. Wanda, Vision, Sam, Clint, Thor, and Bruce were all quick wakes.
Now all nine of them stood outside of Natasha's door. "I'm not doing it," Sam spoke up. An immediate uproar of 'not it' fell from the group. Steve eventually sighed and took the job of waking her up. Much to his surprise she was already up and is in workout clothes. "Morning," she addressed Steve as he entered her room seeing the small flock of avengers, who were watching like this was the next best thing, and scatter in the hallway.
Then that left you and Peter.
It was bright early and seven am when you woke up with Peter laying almost across your body. You had to push him with a bit too much strength to get up, head groggy and eyes fuzzy.
Upon standing you immediately felt the tingle between your legs from last night's experience, it would go away to a dull ache in a hour or so. Hobbling into the bathroom you peed, washing your hands and splashing cold water against your warm skin. You had picked up your toothbrush when you heard footsteps of impending doom coming down the hall. "Oh no- oh shit," you mumbled dropping your toothbrush on the counter. Just as you got out of the bathroom taking a side glance to Peter, who was passed out with the sheets and blankets barely covering his naked body. "Peter," you whisper screamed. He stayed plum asleep no wiser to the world around him as you scrambled to find a shirt- any shirt- which happened to be Peter's.
The soft knock on your door made you heart rate pick up. Peter twisted his head to the side but didn't even wake up a little. "Y/n," you heard your dad's voice. You almost shit yourself when the door handle moved. You looked at the lock in pure horror in the split second between the handle twisting and the door opening.
Peter forgot to lock the door after getting a snack. Peter forgot to lock the door! Your dad is coming through that door. Peter is completely asleep. Peter is completely asleep completely naked and exposed.
Fuck
You could hear your dad shush all the avengers just as the door cracked open. He assumed you were asleep, it being so early and all. When he opened the door and saw you, you froze in place. "Good, you're already up," Steve spoke up from behind him.
At the same time Bucky, Sam and Nat rushed down the hall, "Peter isn't in his room. Where could he be?"
Your eyes flashed quickly between your entire family standing in your doorway. Down to your father's koala slippers and then up to his eyes, bright and cheery despite the obvious exhaustion he hid so well. By now his eyes had a chance to give you a one over. You were flushed and looked jittery and nervous. Then his eyes hit your bed.
And all hell broke loose.
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
That one woke Peter up.
"Dad," you tried to keep your voice calm.
Peter frantically pulled the sheet up, then the blanket all the way to his neck.
"UH-Mr.Stark I- Um fuck," he swallowed hard. His stomach was in his throat and he felt increasingly more uncomfy as the other avengers watched from the door.
Tony clasped his hands together and took a deep breath, "Parker I'm gonna ask this one time- and I don't want you to lie," he spoke pointing his finger at him, barely wanting to open his eyes after the sight he just had to absorb.
"Yes sir- Mr. Stark- sir," you had to close you eyes and shake your head. Peter was his mentee and, hell if you didn't know any better you'd think your dad liked Peter more, the most Peter would get is a slap on the wrist and be on with it.
But here was Peter Parker acting like your dad would blast him down in the next ten seconds if he misspoke. "Okay-okay- why IN THE HELL are you NAKED in MY daughter's bed?" Tony finally looked at the boy's face. He was covered in a shade of red he'd never seen.
"Dad," Tony whipped his head to you almost having forgotten you were right there. "You're not speaking for him," he turned attention back to flustered, scared shitless, bare naked Peter. "If I have to ask again, what the fuck is going on Peter- for the love of god just say it!"
"I'm in love with your daughter," Peter whispered. You smiled and 'I love you too' wasn't practical in this situation but you mouthed it to him anyway.
Tony let out the deepest most exhausted sigh you've heard leave him in years and just shook his head, "I can't deal nor process this right now. So I'm going to go to my room and take a nap and I want to see you both as soon as I'm up," he turned and pushed past the rest of the power rangers to get out, mumbling things under his breath you're glad you couldn't understand.
You turned and looked at Nat who was hitting Sam, who was trying not to laugh. "But Mr. Stark I'm in love with her," he mocked Peter's voice. And you rolled your eyes. "I have no words," you looked him dead in the eyes. "And if you pick on Peter about this again I'll tell my dad you knew the whole time," Sam shut up quick and you slammed your door shut.
Peter let out a sight of relief sitting up in your bed. "Holy shit, Y/n! Mr. Stark knows."
You got into the bed handing him his boxers. "I couldn't even care less right now, I need another four hours of sleep."
Peter laughed and curled up into a cuddle with you. "You're just like your fucking dad."
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