A/N: My friend actually gave me permission to rewrite her previously published drabble from her own Marvel fanfiction, so I thank her for that. I would mention her, but she wants to stay anonymous. I made it a little longer than it originally was (like 750 words?) so that's why it's kinda like a mini-chapter.
Warning(s): teenage hormones I guess?
The afternoon sun warmed the room, casting a warm golden glow that was unlike any other. It was silent as you and Peter laid on your bed together, staring at the skylight in your cheap small Queens apartment. Sure it and your landlord were sketchy, but he let you live as long as you paid rent on time.
"You know," Peter broke the silence, turning his head to look at you. "I'm sure if we talked to Mr. Stark, you could live at the compound, right? You could stop working after school, and be less stressed."
You shifted to face him. "I'm all right here though." You told him with a slight frown.
"Does your landlord know you're not eighteen yet?" You shook your head and laughed, knowing where Peter was going with this. He's tried before. "What if he finds out? I-if you don't want to live at the compound, you can move in with me and May! I'm sure she wouldn't mind once we explain."
"We've only known each other a year, and you want to move in together?" You had meant to say it in a manner of which the two of you don't know each other well enough, but you've already shared your entire life with him, and he's shared his. You feel safe with him. Comforted, if that made sense.
"You know I'd trust you with my life, so don't start that B.S." Peter smiled and you shook your head, letting out a soft laugh because he was right.
"Okay Pete, I'll think about it." You answered him.
"About which thing?" Peter asked, sitting up.
"Talking to Stark."
"You don't wanna move in with me?" Peter feigned a pout and you used him to pull yourself up.
"I wouldn't have a place to sleep." You shrugged, deciding to joke with him.
"I have bunk beds!" He argued. "You can have the top if you want, I don't sleep up there anyway."
"You expect me to share a room with a horny teenage boy?" You tried your hardest to keep a straight face as you watched Peter immediately become flustered.
"Hey! I-I'm not—" Peter groaned, throwing his face into his hands and after a moment you started laughing and pulled him into a hug.
"I'm messing with you, man," you chuckled by his ear before releasing him.
"It's not funny." He grumbled although a smile appeared on his face.
"Oh it was hilarious. You're so embarrassed."
"I'm not embarrassed!"
"You should've looked at your face," You sighed, putting your arms behind you and leaning back a little.
"I'm not." Peter started firmly before he grinned.
"Well duh, of course you aren't now, you're over it." You rolled your eyes. "But you were."
"Shut up. Whatever." He pushed you slightly.
"You wanna go Spidey?" You pushed him back and smiled.
"I dunno Y/N, you wanna go?" He stood up and you rolled your eyes again when you saw him smirk. You were just starting to stand up with Peter shot a web that hit your wrist and pulled you to the ground. You could tell he was planning on pinning you, but lost his balance after tripping over your school binder you left on the ground, and instead, he landed on top of you awkwardly.
"Look at that! You embarrassed yourself again. Tsk, tsk, I can see the headlines now. 'Spider-Man: The Clumsy Avenger'." You grinned.
"Oh shut up, Y/N," He fixed himself as fast as he could, moving so that his head wasn't by your neck and instead above you. "You lost."
"Did I really though?" You asked rhetorically before dislodging your lower body from underneath him, grabbing his arm while you twisted your hip so you could swing your leg over him, pulling his arm from where he was holding himself up on the floor and making him lose his balance so you could successfully turn him around and flip him into his back and you sat on his gut, pinning him down with both of his wrists held above his head. "I'm a trained assassin, mother—"
"Okay! Okay, I got it! You win!" He laughed, and you didn't really notice his face turn a light pink again. "Could you get off of me now?" You let go of his wrists and sat up, releasing your weight but not fully getting off.
"All of this just for you to admit you were embarrassed. How stupid."
"Yeah? Oh well," He closed his eyes before sighing. "Remind me not to start a fight with you again? You didn't even use your powers."
"You weren't trying to fight back." You pointed out.
"Neither were you," Peter countered, grabbing your waist and pushing you back so he could sit up. Your new position now on his lap, but you didn't notice right away.
"Maybe we should have a training session one day." He prompted.
"You want to get your ass beat again?"
"I don't think you'll go too hard on me."
"Whatever you say." You flopped your arms to the side before you noticed the web still attached to your arm. "You really need to stop wearing those all the time. Can you take this off?"
"It'll dissolve in two hours," Peter calmly stated, another smirk forming on his face.
"Peter!" You punched his shoulder and his hand went up to rub it as he muttered an 'ow'. Give me your knife or I'll get it myself and accidentally spill my tea on your A.P. Bio homework."
"Okay, okay, fine," He couldn't tell if this was a day you were bluffing or not. "But you kinda have to get off of me first."
"Oh." You looked down, now noticing how close and intimate the two of you were like that, and wondering why you hadn't realized or why Peter didn't say anything. "Yeah." You quickly scrambled up, sitting back on your bed and itching at your arm.
"Look who's embarrassed now," You heard Peter mutter after he got up and started to rummage through his bag. And you refused to let the heat you felt creeping up your neck reach your face.
"You wish."