Original auther: Marvel Trash™

Prompt: Reader is the child of Tony Stark. While talking to Peter one day you discover that Flash is bullying him, and decide to take matters into your own hands by showing up to Liz Allen’s party to put an end to it. 

Imagine:
If asked, most high school students would say that math is their least favorite subject. But for teenage genius Peter Parker, gym was the one class he truly loathed. Of course, it all got easier once he got bitten by the spider and gained super abilities, but he had to keep it in check as a way to avoid suspicion. 

But as he laid on the sweaty mat talking with Ned about how he just could not believe that he was Spider-Man, he did the exact opposite of avoiding suspicion. 

“Peter knows Spider-Man!” Ned blurted as a result of overhearing Liz Allen talk about how cool she thought the masked super-hero was. All eyes turned to Peter and he wanted nothing more than to shrivel up into a ball and die. He glared momentarily at Ned, before jumping to his feet and taking a few steps towards Liz and her group of friends sitting on the bottom rows of the bleachers. 

“You know Spider-Man?” Liz asked before Peter could even think about stuttering out a response. Peter knew all eyes were on him without even looking around. 

Damn it, Ned. He cursed in his head. Why did you have to yell so loud?

“I mean, kinda?” It came out more as a question. It made sense that he sounded so confused, he didn’t know what to say. Technically, he did know Spider-Man. But telling everyone that he did felt like he was abusing the privilege of being Spider-Man. A battle between his two options waged inside his head until his next sentence just tumbled out of his lips. “Yeah, I’ve actually met him a few times during the Stark Internship.”

“Right, and I’m sure you know (Y/n) Stark, too.” Flash teased sarcastically as he sauntered his way over. Peter rolled his eyes, Flash was the last person he wanted in the room. His arrogant demeanor made him want to say that yeah, he did know (Y/n). And yeah, they were on a first name basis, friends even. But he elected to keep his mouth tightly shut. Besides, Ned was doing enough talking for the both of them. 

“Yeah, Peter is friends with Spider-Man. (Y/n), too.” Ned announced and all heads shot to him once again. Flash laughed sarcastically and Peter visibly grimaced. 

“If you’re such good friends with them, invite them to Liz’s party.” Flash grinned as he taunted him. Peter’s eyes darted to Liz, who had until this point watched the conversation with a small frown on her face. 

“I’m having a party at my house this weekend. You and Ned are welcome to come, if you want.” Liz spoke up. Peter nodded his head, disbelief that he was actually being invited to Liz Allen’s party. Suddenly, the bell rang and ended Peter’s torment. 

You sat alone on the couch in the Avengers Facility while a movie you’d seen a thousand times droned on in the background. Things had definitely changed since the Civil War between the Avengers. Your dad was rarely around, Natasha had moved to the Barton farm to help out with Laura and Clint’s kids, Rhodey spent almost all his time in physical therapy, and all Vision did was mope around about Wanda. You couldn’t even bare to think about what happened to the other half of the Avengers. The other half of your family. 

As if a switch had been flicked inside you, your blank stare on the television broke. 

“FRIDAY, who’s currently in the building?” You asked. You wouldn’t let yourself sit in sadness any longer, and bothering whoever was in the building seemed like the best distraction.

“I believe Mr. Parker is in training room three.” FRIDAY responded, the automated voice seemingly coming from thin air. You thanked the AI as you climbed off the couch, desperate to entertain yourself somehow. Besides, watching Peter Parker workout seemed like a perfect way to busy yourself. 

As you padded barefoot down the halls, you let your mind wander to thoughts about Peter. You met him a few days after the events of Civil War—which was just over two months ago—and you swore you never met anyone more adorable. Not only was he the perfect gentleman, but you were left awestruck by how smart he was. Since then, the two of you hung out occasionally when he stopped by the facility from time to time. You didn’t spend enough time with him to know him really well, but just enough to develop feelings for him. 

Yes. You had a tiny crush on Peter.

“Parker—” You began as you threw open the door to the training room. But, you cut your declaration of boredom off as your gaze trained on the glorious sight before you. Peter Parker was lifting weights, shirtless. You couldn’t believe your luck. You knew the boy had muscles, but damn.

“(Y/n)?” Peter questioned your slack-jawed expression as you stood speechless in the doorway. You didn’t know what had come over you, but you soon recovered and made your way over and sat on one of the benches. 

“Parker, I’m really bored.” You acted as if you hadn’t been openly checking him out moments before. He gave you a confused look, setting the weights down before taking a seat on the bench next to you. 

“I really need a favor from you.” Peter blurted, changing the subject to something that would start a conversation. You shifted slightly in your seat to get a better look a him, an expectant look resided on your face that urged him to continue. “Ned told some people at my school that I know Spider-Man and you, but this guy named Flash doesn’t believe me so he said I should invite you to Liz’s party so I can prove that I know you.” Peter explained in one, very long, sentence. “So I would really appreciate it if you showed up at the party tomorrow and told him we’re friends.” After moment of trying to understand what he said, a small frown formed from confusion etched its way onto your face. 

“Why doesn’t he believe you? I mean, the Spider-Man part, sure, but he knows you ‘intern’ here, right?” You questioned as you turned your body slightly to face him. Peter stared straight ahead and shrugged his shoulders.

“He’s just kind of a dick, y’know?” He mumbled out after a moment. Your brows tugged together in confusion as you realized why he wanted you to go to the party. 

“If you wanted me to show up and prove him wrong, you’re gonna have to explain to me why you want me to shut him up so bad.” You stated as you turned fully in your spot, crossing your legs up on the bench in order to give him your full attention. Peter shrugged again, bringing a hand up to run through his hair which had become a mess of unruly curls from his earlier workout. You reached out your hand to place it on his forearm and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “You can tell me, Peter. We’re friends. Besides, who am I going to tell? Dum-E?” You joked, referencing your dad’s robot that had good intentions, but sometimes went awry. Peter seemed to loosen up after you said that, and he sighed deeply with a hint of a smile on his face. 

“Flash thinks I’m a loser who is lying about the Stark Internship—”

“You kinda are.” You cut him off with a smile on your face before you could help it. “Sorry, continue.” You urged him on sheepishly. 

“Flash is just this arrogant jerk who thinks he’s better than me—he’s not, but he never shuts up about it.” Peter continued, mumbling something after that you didn’t catch at the end. 

“What’d you say? That last part, I couldn’t hear you.” You asked him to clarify. By the red tint on his cheeks and the fact that his gaze wouldn’t leave his hands sitting in his lap, you could tell it was embarrassing. 

“He calls me Penis Parker.” He mumbled again with his head hung low, but this time you caught what he said. You would’ve laughed at the nickname, but since it was coming from a guy Peter did not like, it only made you upset. Anger started to course through you, and Peter, who finally met your stare, noticed. “Hey, it doesn’t really matter. I know he’s just and idiot and—”

“I’ll be there, and I’ll make sure Flash gets what’s coming to him.” You didn’t know what came over you, but a sudden urge to defend Peter—the boy who routinely risked his life to stop muggers and help the people of Queens—overcame you. A smile overtook Peter’s features, and you knew in the deepest part of your heart, you had it bad for Peter Parker.

“Hey, dad.” You spoke into your phone as you updated him on your plans for the evening. You sat in the backseat of one of your dad’s self-driven cars moments away from arriving at Liz Allen’s house. Peter had texted you saying he and Ned had just walked into the party and already people had questioned him as to where you and Spider-Man were. “I’m going to a party tonight, Peter invited me.”

“Parker? Tell him to keep his hands to himself.” Your dad scoffed and a blush began to find its way onto your face.

“It’s not like that. It’s not a date—” 

“You mean Parker hasn’t asked you out yet?” Your dad cut you off, his tone laced with confusion. 

“Yeah, and—” You paused, recognizing something off with his word choice. “What do you mean, yet?” You questioned, earning a sigh as a response from your dad. 

“Wow, my child is oblivious. Watch the link I sent you and don’t stay out too late but don’t come home too early like a wuss.” And with that, your dad hung up.

“Anthony Edward Stark—!” You huffed out in annoyance as you lost connection with your father. You rolled your eyes, tapping on your messages to watch the video your dad sent you.

He took this video yesterday, kid.

As you tapped on the video attached to your dad’s text, the image of Peter wearing the Spider-Man mask and his pajamas standing in front of his mirror appeared. You stifled a laugh at his outfit, but even seeing him in a video made your heart race. And that was before he started talking. 

“Hey, (Y/n), I was wondering if you maybe—no, come on Peter that’s lame.” In the mirror, Peter straightened his posture before the eyes narrowed on the mask. “(Y/n). Hello. You. Me. Friday. No, the day of the week, not the AI.” At the start, Peter had lowered his voice a few octaves to what you assumed to be his ‘sexy’ tone, but it went back up to his slightly pitched voice as he tried to fix his mistake. You couldn’t tell if your cheeks were red because of how hard you were laughing or that he was practicing talking to you in the mirror. “Forget it. (Y/n), do you wanna go see the movies with me—I-I mean a movie. Unless you want to have a movie marathon with me, that’d be cool.” He groaned slapping his palm against his forehead in frustration. “C’mon, Spider-Man, it can’t be that hard to ask her on a date.” After that, the video cut out as Peter ripped the mask off. 

You felt the car stop, and when you looked out the window you barely noticed the beautiful suburban house as your thoughts ran wild with the new information the video gave you. Peter liked you, that was for sure. And he tried to find a way to ask you out, which sent a jolt of excitement down your spine. 

As you stepped out of the car, dozens of people stopped to gape at your presence. You didn’t go to Midtown and since no one believe Peter actually knew you, no one had expected you to show up. You stepped into the large house, admiring the nice interior. Once you got across the threshold, you asked the closest person where Peter was. 

“Over there. I hate your dad, by the way. M’name’s Michelle.” The girl offered, gesturing with the toast in her hand towards the living room.

“Oh… kay?” You responded, utter confusion written across your face. You follow the direction of her toast, noticing Peter soon after. Apparently, he had noticed you earlier as he watched you walk towards him with a large, goofy grin on his face. His expression made your heart speed up and you wonder how anyone could ever be mean to him. 

Next to him, another boy in a hat stared between you and Peter, grinning like a madman. You assumed him to be Ned, Peter’s best friend that he often talked about—and the only person outside of you and the Avengers who knew about his alter-ego.

“Hey Peter! What’s up, Ned?” You called, knowing everyone’s attention was on you. When you got closer to the boys, you lowered your voice so no one could hear you besides Ned and Peter. “Where’s Flash? I want to punch him.” You half-joked, earning nervous laughs from both of them.

“I cannot believe you know my name!” Ned gushed and you laughed, elbowing Peter in the side to gesture to him. Now that you knew he had feelings for you, you knew you had to make a move. And you knew exactly what you were going to do—you just needed to find one stupidly named bully first.

“I should, this guy talks about you enough.” You laugh, but cut yourself off when the smiles disappeared off of Ned and Peter’s faces.

“(Y/n)! Glad you could make it, what’re you doing with Penis Parker when the real party is over there.” A voice butted into the conversation. Your eyes landed on  boy wearing two shirts, both with a popped collar as he jutted his thumb in the direction of the DJ’s booth. You forced a smile on your face, but anyone with eyes could tell it was fake.

“You must be Eugene!” You called sarcastically, using his real name. Once Peter had left the tower the day before, you had used your dad’s software to do a little research on him. A shock looked registered on everyone’s face, but a laugh erupted from Ned. You turned slightly, watching Peter not even try to hid the grin on his face. 

“Wha—?” Flash began but you held up a finger, gesturing for him to shut up. By now, people from other rooms had come in to watch once word had spread through the house that you were confronting Midtown’s most arrogant.

“I’d like to start off by saying, you’re an ass. Peter is—by far—the greatest guy I’ve ever met. Calling him ‘Penis Parker’ makes you seem five years old. So, while you’re out there driving daddy’s car, Peter is working his ass off trying to better himself and his future. Which is why I would never hang out with someone like you. So here I am, proof that Peter actually knows me and is a better person than you.” You finished your rant and, before you lost all your worked up courage, you turned around and planted your lips onto Peter’s.

Gasps were heard around the room, followed by people calling out, ‘Get it, Parker!’. All of which, though, fell deaf on your ears as Peter unfroze and returned the kiss. 

In a word, kissing Peter was spectacular. Both of you had no idea what you were really doing, but there were so many pent up emotions behind the kiss that it was a little overwhelming. His hands went to your waist to steady you close to him and you clasped your hands at the back of his neck. You pulled away slightly, leaving only centimeters between the two of you. You smiled at the large and giddy grin spread across Peter’s face as he looked down at you.

“Since you practiced so much in the mirror, I was wondering if you would ask me on a date sometime.” You whispered, relishing in the moment as his minty breath fanned across your face. Embarrassment registered on his face and he opened his mouth to question how you knew but you quickly pecked his lips before he could.

“Uhm… would you wanna… go to the movies with me… sometime?” Peter muttered out, his eyes darting around the room. You laughed, nodding your head.

“Peter, I just kissed you in front of this entire party. I like you, a lot, so you don’t have to be nervous with me.” You chuckled at his stiff and awkward demeanor, taking a step back and grabbed his hand. “Now, come dance with me.”