I headed out of my chemistry class, yawning and giggling at something my friend said about the fact that Peter had canceled our date.

"I had so much hope for him!" I laughed at her overreact and fake crying, greeting a couple of people on my way down to my locker.

I felt someone staring at me and looked to Peter; he was with his friend, Ned. His friend also looked at me and turned quickly to talk something with Peter, that shrugged his shoulders.

"I did it for a reason! And you know who was there on the Avenger's tower?" I read his lips, narrowing my eyes and before he could say anything more I said to my friend, knowing that he would probably hear

"You know, doesn't Spiderman look a little bit too young? Maybe he is someone of this school?" She frowned her brows and looked up, like she was thinking about what I said while I gave him a challenging glance. He pressed his lips and I winked at him when we passed next to him, he tensed his shoulders, taking the threat.

"I never thought of that." I smiled and nodded, looking over my shoulder and smirking at Peter

"But he seems hot, though." My crush blushed and coughed, receiving pats from Ned.

"Dude, you need to call her out again!" I read Ned's lips and smirked, looking to my locker while my friend waited for me, humming a song she heard somewhere.

"He knows that I called you, right, Tarantula-boy?" I whispered and he itched his red neck, making me smile a little bit

"Let's go?" I nodded and when we passed next to my crush again, I stopped and touched his arm. Damn he has muscles!

"Hey, Peter!" He widened his eyes while Ned choked and my friend laughed "So, I was thinking... Would you like to go on a date with me?"

"W-What?!" It looked like he couldn't believe that I asked him again and in the middle of the corridor, where some people were already whispering

"YES, HE WOULD!" Ned said and I chuckled

"Thanks, Ned." He looked surprised at me, making me arch a brow

"You know my name?"

"Huh, Yeah? We've been taking classes together for years now." His cheeks turned red and I smiled gently "Besides, you're cool."

"Y/N, we will be late to the devil." My friend said and I laughed, nodding with my head

"Mrs. Owllyn is indeed the devil. Well, nice talking to you, Ned." I looked at Peter again and smiled shyly, well, my 'evil, threatening, bold bitch' was already gone. "I'll text you the place, ok?" He nodded, still looking surprised and I turned on my heels, running to catch up with my friend.

"Awn, if you weren't the evilest bitch I know, I would think you were cute and innocent." I laughed and smacked her shoulder, making her moan in pain, but she gave me a playful nasty gaze "Harder, daddy"

"Jesus fuck, woman!" I choked, laughing so hard that I almost started crying

"Hm, I didn't know you two liked this kind of stuff." Flash said maliciously, making my laugh die right when he finished his sentence "I guess you two would like a threesome, than, huh?"

"Fuck, we would!" I laughed, making his smirk grow bigger "But not with you. You piece of shit." He grabbed my arm, making me moan in pain while my friend almost screamed at him:

"Let go out her right fucking now, you stupid scumbag!"

"Shut the fuck up." He hissed, at that point everyone were looking at us

"I will give you one second, if you don't let go of me, I'll break your fucking nose." I growled, not feeling the tip of my fingers because of the anger

"Look, bitch, I've been good enough with you. You're going to-" I didn't let him finish, just pulled my free hand and used it to hit his nose, pulling the strength from my hips and shoulder. He screamed, taking a few steps back and using his hands to cover his nose, since it was bleeding "Y-You BITCH! Y-You broke my nose!" He cried and I looked to Peter, he was behind him, as if he was coming to help me before I freed myself

"I warned you." I got close, grabbing - painfully - his chin to hiss at his face "If you get closer to me or my friend again, your nose will be your less worry." He squeaked and I smiled devilish at him "Got that, shithead?" He nodded looking scared, before running away to the boy's bathroom.

"What. The. Fuck. Was. That?" She said before jumping and cheering "YOU WERE FUCKING AMAZING!" I just chuckled, denying with my head and sighing, stroking my own arm, the one with new bruises

"Are you alright?" Peter asked, coming closer with his brows frowned in anger, even though his voice was incredibly calm and soft.

"Oh, yes. I've been through worst." He frowned his eyebrows even more and slid his fingertips on the red marks; I followed his hand, noticing that it was the first time we touched skin to skin.

"That was a pretty punch." I giggled and shrugged my shoulders as he slide his hand to mine, looking at the knuckled before getting my other hand - the one I used to hit Flash - and gently brushing his thumb on them, they were a little bit red.

"Well, at least he let go of me." Peter nodded slightly and then raised his eyes at mine

"Sorry I wasn't fast enough to take him out myself" I couldn't help but smile at his words, FUCK THAT WAS CUTE

"FUCKING ADORABLE, Y/N, IF YOU DON'T KISS HIM I WILL" Of course my friend had to break the moment, He blushed while I rolled my eyes, staring coldly at her, seeing her apologize silently

"Thanks, Peter. But as you said, I got a pretty punch." He chuckled and let go of my hands, giving one step away from me.

"Mrs. Y/L/N, if you're done with making a show, please, enter the class." Mrs. Owllyn hissed, making me roll my eyes again while Peter smiled

"My place at seven. Don't be late." I smiled and waved before turning on my heels and entering the class, giving Mrs. Demon a fake grin

"Calm down, Y/N. It's not like you haven't been on dates before!" My friend tried to calm me from her house, we were face-timing and I giggled nervously

"Yeah, but I have never liked someone like this and you know it." She shrugged her shoulders and smiled at me

"You're looking amazing, you ordered pizza, you both are probably going to talk about those nerdy and geeky stuff you both enjoy and in a couple years, you will be wearing a white dress and entering the church to the sound of Princess Leia's Theme." I gasped

"You remember!"

"How could I fucking forget? When the actress died you couldn't stop listening to that fucking music!"

"Are you trying to make me cry? Because I'm almost sobbing here, why did you have to remember me that?" She laughed loudly and I heard someone knocking on my door, my friend smiled at me and wished me luck while I tried to calm myself down. I put a smile on my face and opened the door, feeling it die when Tony Stark stood in front of me "No."

"I didn't even say anything!" He giggled and I denied with my head

"It doesn't matter! I won't go anywhere! I was able to call Peter out on a date again, and your old ass won't ruin it!"

My hands went to my hips as I narrowed my eyes at his shit-eating grin

"First of all, my ass is not old. Second, I'm just here to pay for your work and to give you some new intel we will need you to work on, but don't worry. It's not priority." I let out a sigh of relief and opened more my door, giving him the chance to enter and see that everything was right-placed to a cinema night. Some cushion and pillows on the couch, pizza, sodas, popcorn, some candies and most important: Netflix.

"Three minutes." He just giggled and handed me two envelopes, one of them bigger and fatter than the other. I presumed that the bigger one had the files and the smallest was the payment. "What will I exactly do with the Intel?"

"You're going to search those files for something that could help and give us any clue to end the mission or go forward with it." I nodded and looked inside of it, I saw a pen-drive on the middle of the papers "This is one of the most simple we had, since it would be your first one and you didn't receive any training, we thought it would be better to you. Besides, you also have the school." Stark said seeming sincere, he wasn't mocking me. Just worried and wanted me to get used to it.

"Okay, I'll take a look as soon as I can. Who do I contact when I finish it?"

"Me, Captain, Natasha, you choose. Inside those files you'll find everyone's form of contact." I nodded with my head and smiled at him

"Thank you, Mr. Stark"

"Oh, please, call me Tony. Mr. Stark was my father." I nodded and he got up from the chair of the kitchen, heading to the door and I followed him "Oh, before I forget: You must know that you will work on the intelligence. You won't go out on missions, fighting and this kind of stuff."

"Thank god! Even though I know how to defend myself, I'm not so sure if my body would be as good as my brain." I chuckled and he smiled while I opened the door, Peter had his hand raised as if he was going to knock the door, but quickly lowered it down, trying to look surprised with Tony Stark being in there

"Mr. Stark! I didn't know you were in there!" That made me bite a grin back and deny with my head, Tony smirked at him and stepped out of my apartment

"Y/N, don't eat him alive. We'll need him." I laughed and nodded with my head

"I'll try." He giggled one last time before heading to the stairs "You're late." Peter shrugged his shoulders and I opened more the door to him

"You know, some bad guys crossed my way." I smiled and closed my door, heading to my bathroom so I could get my first aid kit. When I got back to the living room, he was standing in the middle of it, looking curiously at the files of the Intel Tony had just handed me.

"That is classified." I joked, slightly pulling him to the couch, so I could take care of the bruises on his face. He blushed and I soaked a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol. Peter had his eyes on me while I started to clean his cheek; it wasn't that bad, actually. Just a little bit scratched.

"You're... Going to make part of the team, definitely?" I nodded with my head, carefully rubbing his chin now, trying to pay attention to his wounds, and not to his rose lips.

"But I'll only make part of the intelligence. I'm not as brave as you guys." He blushed again and I smiled, finally looking into his eyes, just to find myself closer to his face than I thought I was. "Sorry." I mumbled, getting up and clearing my throat. "So, Harry Potter or Star Wars?"

"Hey! That is mine!" Peter chuckled, trying to get the candy back

"I was the one to buy it!" I laughed and tried to move away from him, already putting the candy in my mouth. He followed me and started to tickle me; I was laughing loudly and almost choking with the red strand of licorice candy, I started to smack his shoulder and just when he started to laugh with me, stopping the tickle, I noticed that he was almost laying on top of me and that he was close. Really close.

We smiled at each other and he took the candy of me, eating it and when he noticed the position we were on, he blushed; if I moved a little bit, my lips would brush against his jaw and I wanted to do that so bad. But I didn't want to break the eyes connection we were having.

"So you could have just kissed him, and you didn't? huh... You're stupid." My friend's voice echoed inside my head, thinking that she would say exactly that. And she would be right, I would be stupid.

But I didn't had to do anything, since Peter lowered his face, gently pressing his lips against mine and I closed my eyes, feeling like my heart was bagging too fast to be secure.

My hands slid to his neck and I pulled him closer to me, gently liking his bottom lip, biting it next.

"Strawberry." I whispered and he sighed, gripping hard to the cushion under us and resting his forehead on mine

"Would it be too cliché if I said I like you since the first time I saw you?" He asked softly at my ear and I smiled, hugging his chest as he laid by my side, releasing me from his weight.

"Would it be too cliché if I said the same?"

And that was our first kiss.

With popcorn on my hair, with some soda cans around us, with Darth Vader saying his iconic line and with strawberry licorice flavored candy, we kissed.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.