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Not-So-Meet Cute (Peter Parker x reader)
I back flipped up and around to avoid being bowled over by both Steve and Bucky as they run at me with their fists out and ready to grab me. I stepped on Steve’s shoulder and bounced off, kicking Bucky in his right shoulder to knock them down. It worked and the crumbled to the floor, clutching their pressure points as I landed gracefully
“No fair, kid. You’re not going to know where everyone’s pressure points are,” Steve complains from the floor.
“Not to mention that you’re going to have enemies from above and below so your backflips aren’t going to do too much in an actual fight,” Bucky continued.
I huffed and placed my hands on my hips before helping them up. The boys went to get water and rest while Natasha and Clint come waltzing in. They have a boy about my age between them. His eyes were sparkling and he looked like he was about to explode. He was looking around at the equipment and the tech that was hanging all along the walls and ceiling.
“Now, little spider, this is obviously the training room. We have everyone spar against one another at a certain point in their training. If you’ve just begun your training, you’ll have someone of your similar level, whether that be age or skill, to spar with until you excel to the next level. (Y/N) right here is a level ten, which means she can take on both Steve and Bucky right over there.”
Natasha was talking and pointed to you, then to Steve and Bucky who waved. They were promptly ignored as Peter’s eyes locked on you. There you were, your hip cocked to the side and your delicate hand resting on it. Some of your hair escaped from your ponytail and it stuck to your forehead with sweat. You were dressed in a black tank top and grey, tight sweat pant shorts. Your chest was still heaving from your spar.
Peter was smacked gently on the back of the head by Clint.
“No ogling the merchandise. She can kick your ass without a second thought. Be prepared kid. You’re going up against her today.”
Peter choked on his own spit.
“B-But you just said she’s a level ten! How can you put me up against her on my first day?!”
“Relax, little spider. Nobody ever stays on level one for their first day. Even if you lose the spar, which you most definitely will, you’ll be bumped up to level three or four.”
You could see Peter gulping from where he stood, a good few feet from you. He jogged over to put his water bottle and sweatshirt down on the bench next to Steve and Bucky. He greeted them, shook their hands and came back out to the padded area where you were still stood, now with a towel to wipe the sweat that had gathered at the base of your neck.
“Uh, hi. I’m Peter.”
Peter held out his hand to shake and you hesitated before slapping it in a sideways high five.
“I know who you are, dummy. My father is Tony Stark. I read your file way before he even considered making you a part of the team. You can thank me for that opportunity by the way.”
You had a wide smile on your face, trying to haze the new boy a bit.
“Ah, right. Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
You laughed, bunching up the towel and throwing it over his head to give it to Bucky.
“I’m messing with you, Parker. Have a little fun!”
You punched him in the shoulder gently but pushed. You could see him wince before laughing nervously. Natasha walked onto the cushy mat and stood between you.
“Alright losers. The rules are just like wrestling. A set number of seconds that you’re pinned down on the mat means that you lost the spar. You are not allowed to use any powers of any sort to give yourself an unfair advantage. So, Spider, no webs and (Y/N), no mind reading. Just your own skills. You fight until one of you is down.”
Natasha walked back off the mat and sat on the bench. She hollered a ‘Go!’ and rang a buzzer for dramatic effect.
You immediately braced yourself for any running attack that Peter might use on you. He only raised his own hands and arms to the defensive. Your eyes flickered over his body in a few seconds, looking to see what he was protecting and what he wasn’t. Where his weak spots were and how you could attack them.
Suddenly, Peter came lunging at you and you hopped out of the way, the mat barely indenting with your light footed movements. He retreated back to his invisible side of the barrier. You knew he was looking for your own weak spots but you liked to think you didn’t have any.
Until he really looked at you, that is.
His eyes were dark and concentrated. A rich brown color, reminding you of fancy chocolate you’d always get at Christmas or your birthday. His equally dark lashes framed his orbs delicately, appearing almost as a smudge in his pale face. You swallowed thickly as you tried to focus once again on winning. You were a Stark. You never lost. You couldn’t.
Peter made another move to lunge at you and you flipped over him, his hand brushing your bare ankle. You almost faltered, but you regained your composure. You saw Peter moving to try and pin you before you could get all the way onto the floor and you flung your legs out from the tight ball you were in to kick him in the chest, sending him flying backwards.
It worked and he let out a loud grunt before scrambling back onto his feet, rubbing the back of his head.
“You’re not into showing a guy any mercy, are you?”
“Not the ones who aren’t trying,” you panted out.
A chorus of ‘oooohh’ brought your attention to the side and you saw that most of the team was there and they were all watching you. You didn’t see your father, Bruce, Wanda or Pietro. Never mind, Pietro just zoomed in and Wanda was on his back. They passed snacks out to everyone and continued watching. Your family was unique, you wouldn’t lie.
You put your focus back on the spar, only to jump as Peter was rushing you again. You dropped to a crouch and sprawl, making Peter trip over your body and land a little ways away from you. You hopped back up and watched as Peter hissed from the small scrapes on the palms of his hands.
“Come on Stark! Put the kid out of his misery!”
You waved your hand and let Peter get up one more time. Now, he was getting pissed. He wasted no time in trying to pin you down and you braced yourself but let him hit you, gripping his upper arms with incredible strength as you went down. Another chorus of ‘ooh’ but this time it sounded like they thought you were hurt.
You were pinned and Peter had a smoldering look in his eyes. You only smirked as Natasha counted down from five. When she got to three, you pushed your knee up between Peter’s basketball short clad legs and swung your bodies around so that you were on top.
You were straddling Peter’s lap, his back flat on the floor and his arms above his head from where you pinned them with your hands. His face had turned red and he tried squirming. You left him practically defenseless. Your eyes bored into his and he tried stuttering.
“Three… two….. one! Time’s up, kids!”
You rolled off Peter and stood, extending your hand to help him up. He took your hand somewhat grudgingly. You pulled him close so you could whisper in his ear.
“Meet me at the top of the building at midnight.”
You let go of his hand after pressing a kiss to his cheek, grabbing your stuff and leaving through the sliding door where Peter had first come in through. Peter touched his cheek where your lips had just been.
Hours had gone by and you were waiting patiently by the pool at the top of Avengers tower, your feet dipped in and swaying gently. You heard the sound of feet landing on the roof behind you and you smiled.
“If I had known that I needed a swimsuit, I would have brought one.”
You turned to face Peter in his full suit pulling his mask off. His cheeks were pink and you knew it was because of the events of today mixed with you in a bikini in mood lighting, all alone.
“Just use your boxers if you’re that worried about it. I’m just dipping my feet in, Parker.”
Peter blushed heavily once again and you turned around to your original position to give him some privacy if he did indeed want to strip down. The rustling of fabric gave you your answer. Soon enough, Peter was sat down next to you and he had held your hand after you had offered it to him.
“What you said today, about me not trying, you didn’t mean it, right?”
You giggled, resting your head on Peter’s shoulder. You had to hand it to him, he was surprisingly calm about all the PDA especially considering your father had called him a total nerd and an anti-chick magnet. His words, not yours. Being nerdy and smart was important to you. Plus he had a great body.
“No, I didn’t mean it. I was just trying to see how you fought when you were mad.”
A beat of silence passed.
“You need more practice.”
This time it was Peter who giggled and you found that you liked the sound.
“Yeah? I guess I’ve been relying on my spidey powers too much.”
“No, no. Trust me, it’s like that for everyone. Me? I used my mind reading powers all the time before my dad convinced me that I needed to learn hand to hand combat.”
“I remember Miss Natasha said you could read minds. Tell me something that I’m thinking.”
You closed your eyes and entered Peter’s mind. You heard him breathe in. You knew from experience that someone else entering your head felt weird. It almost felt like someone was poking your brain softly. It didn’t hurt unless you wanted it to.
You moved past the front of Peter’s thoughts where he was thinking about the stars.
You delved farther into his mind. Finding yourself in his memories, you examined his thoughts surrounding when he had seen you sitting on the edge of the pool.
“You think I’m pretty and you like this bikini.”
Peter jerked away and sputtered. You only laughed and pulled him back into your grip. You wound your arm around Peter’s and admired his muscles flexing under your hands.
“I uh, I-“
You cut Peter off with a sweet kiss. It was nice and neat and straight on his lips like you had been trained for that too. You disconnected slowly and Peter was left blinking rapidly in confusion.
“Don’t worry. That’s exactly the reason I wore it. I wanted you to like it.”
Peter squirmed and he opened his mouth to say something. You waited patiently, pressing your lips together so you could resist the urge to kiss him again.
“I like you. I think you’re pretty and you’re kickass too.”
You thanked him, resting your head on his shoulder again as he rambled on for a minute or two.
“You’re not even listening to me anymore, are you?”
“Mmmn, no I am. You’re cute when you ramble.”
Peter whined in embarrassment and a smile grew on your lips.
“So if I ask you out-“
“I’d say there’s no way I would say no.”