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ᕼIS knee wouldn't stop bouncing. Why wouldn't it just stop bouncing. "Because you're nervous. You had sex with Tony Stark's daughter, dumbass" he would also like to know why his conscious had the voice of Sam Wilson.
"You okay?" Ned leaned over, whispering in his ear during gym class. Once again they were forced to watch another video staring Captain America.
"So, you had sex with Mr. Stark's daughter." The voice of Steve Rogers asked causing Peter to jump, looking around startled that someone else had heard before realizing it was only in his head. It was only his paranoid imagination.
It had been three days. Three long, guilty conscious days since he had lost his virginity to Fiona Stark and Peter felt as if he would spontaneously combust any second. Aunt May had actually asked him if he was doing pot? Seriously, who says that?
To make his guilt grow even deeper, he could feel Fiona's eyes on him from where she sat on the bleachers behind him. He felt naked and vulnerable under her gaze and he soon started biting at his already non existent nails.
To make everything worse, after school he was to head on over to the Avengers compound to pick up his spidey suit. Mr. Stark had insisted on some improvements. How the hell was he supposed to be around his mentor after doing things with his daughter that would result in Peter most likely being blasted to space.
"Dude, your finger." Ned bumped his shoulder, eying his now bleeding fingertip in disgust. Peter had absentmindedly amidst his raging guilty thoughts bit his thumb nail down to almost non existent.
"Are you on drugs?" Asked Ned causing Peter to shake his head. "No. Why does everyone keep asking that?"
"You're fidgeting like Mark Henderson. Remember, last year he came to school after taking meth." Ned whispered not so quietly gaining the attention of some of the students in front of them.
"You don't take meth, Ned. You smoke it." Peter corrected him. All those Breaking Bad marathons they've had and Ned still thought you ate the crystals like candy.
"So, you are smoking meth!" Ned exclaimed in a gasping whisper causing Peter's eyes to widen as the coach and some of the students looked at them like they were a couple of aliens from a galaxy far far away.
"Will you shut up, I'm not smoking meth." Peter hissed through clenched teeth. A giggle sounded behind them causing Peter's face to flush red. Fiona had obviously been listening to everything himself and Ned had been discussing.
"Hey, Parker." Fiona pushed herself down in between himself and Ned, the later staring at her like she was some rare artifact. "Ned."
Peter gulped as the bare skin of her thigh brushed against his hand. "You're riding with me to the compound after school."
"I am?" Peter stared at her with wide eyes, heart pounding as he moved his hand away from her before it decided to get too comfortable against her soft skin.
"My dad asked me to." Her lips pulled into a knowing smirk at the mention of her father, Peter avoided eye contact with her as quickly as possible.
Riding in a car alone with Fiona Stark was not a good idea, especially when his hormones were going haywire around her when his mind now knew what she looked like naked.
"Sit ups, people! Let's go." The coach blew his whistle with a roll of his eyes and Fiona grinned as Peter jumped down the bleachers creating as much distance away from her as he could.
"I can't believe you had sex with him." MJ stated in a bored monotonous voice. "That's like eating a slice of white bread with no butter. At least Osborn was taller then you. And had money."
Fiona shrugged her shoulders at her best friend. "You wouldn't understand, clit licker."
"I don't want to, penis vacuum." MJ retorted causing Fiona to snort as they settled down on the gym floor to begin the mandatory excercises.
"Do you think Fiona likes me?" Ned asked Peter as he spotted him, hands gripping his feet as he did his required amount of sit ups. "She keeps glancing over here."
"What?" Peter stopped mid sit up and moved his gaze over towards Fiona and MJ, the later staring at him with a bored expression.
"Pretty sure girls like her don't date guys like us." Peter answered, feeling a foreign emotion take him over. He felt like a little kid who wanted no one else playing with his favorite toy and Fiona Stark was that toy.
When the bell for the end of the school day rang, Peter felt his hands grow clammy and his heart felt as if he would have a panic attack. Sleeping with Fiona Stark was probably the greatest and most dumbest thing that he had ever done.
His pace was slow as he walked towards the black corvette that Fiona had said was a gift from Natasha Romanoff. Peter knew from Mr. Stark that Fiona had been close with the Black Widow and took it hard when the red headed Avenger was forced to go into hiding after helping Captain America escape.
"Hurry up, Parker!" Fiona rolled the passenger window down, smirking at him from the drivers seat. "You know I don't bite, unless you're into that sort of thing."
Peter hurried into the car quickly, ignoring the stares he received at Fiona's words, tossing his backpack into the floorboard between his legs and quickly pulling his seatbelt around him as Fiona speed out of the school parking lot.
For the most part they rode in silence with nothing but the lyrics from the artists on the radio singing or rapping their melodies as Fiona drove them upstate but then the rain started to pour.
Thunder roared outside and it was becoming impossible for Fiona to see through the storm causing her to pull the car over onto the side of the road. No other vehicles past them, the little red car they had been following long gone now.
"What are you doing?" Peter sat up straight in his seat where he had been dozing off. "I can't see." Fiona explained, turning off her car to not run the battery dead. The storm had grown so thick that her view through windshield was nothing but a blur.
"We could walk, we're not that far away." Peter offered, the air in the car feeling thick as the sound of rain pelted the metal roof of the car.
"It's like two miles away from the compound, I'm not walking in this." Fiona exclaimed as the rain poured down even harder, lightening striking like Thor had tossed his hammer across the hemisphere.
"You regret it, right?" Fiona asked, drumming her fingers against the steering wheel. "Because of my dad."
Peter watched the rain hit the windshield and bit his bottom lip. "Your dad... he helped me with a lot of things, you know that. If it wasn't for Mr. Stark I would still be swinging around in my sweatsuit, wearing goggles." He sighed, finally looking at her. "I don't regret it, I just feel guilty."
Fiona was quick with removing her seatbelt, climbing over into Peter's lap much to his protest. Her hands tangled into his hair and her lips brushed his, vanilla lip balm flavoring his tongue as Peter swept it out across his own bottom lip.
"Something that feels this good.." Fiona captured his lips with her own, Peter's hands gripping her waist as his eyes closed, pulling her tighter against him as they broke apart, breaths coming in pants together as Fiona rested her forehead against his.
"shouldn't make you feel so guilty."
Thunder clapped and lightning danced across the sky once again as Peter accepted her words, pushing his guilt down and recapturing Fiona's lips with his own as the storm continued its heavy onslaught around them.
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I feel like Mackie
is always inside Tom's
head, lingering
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also,
friendly reminder
that ghost reading
isn't cute
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