Avengers One-Shot Request! (Closed Indefinitely)

Peter Parker was sitting at a lunch table with his friend Ned, who was playing on his gameboy under the table. Peter didn’t really feel like eating; his stomach was already full to the brim with butterflies. His heart was going about a mile a minute. He didn’t get it. She was just so pretty and perfect. Liz Allen. The girl of his dreams. She was smart, and popular. And unfortunately, taken.

“Penis Parker! My good friend. Ah, I’ll never forget the first time I met you. But, I’ll keep trying.” Flash Thompson said, slapping Peter on the back, making him jolt.

“God, you're such a loser,” he laughed and walked towards his girlfriend.

“Is it bad that I hate him?” Ned asked.

“Well, I mean, I think it might be justifiable,” Peter answered, watching Flash hug Liz and kiss her lightly on the cheek.

“Flash, that wasn’t nice,” Liz said, pushing him slightly.

“Oh, come on, it’s true.” Flash said, kissing her again.

“Hey! You know the rules, Flash Thompson! Don’t make me give you detention.” The vice-principal walked up to him.

“Of course, I know the rules. I just can’t help myself sometimes.” Flash said coyly.

The vice-principal walked away to stop a student from breaking something.

“Hey, how about we have a party at your place tonight. Your parents are out of town right?”

“I don’t know, Flash. My parents would kill me if something got broken. Uh, hm. Um, I mean I guess yeah, but you have to help me get it ready. AND clean up afterwards.”

“Yes, of course,” then he yelled, “Party at Liz’s tonight! Be there!”

Flash ran up to Peter and yelled in his ear, “You better be there Penis Parker,” he ran out of the cafeteria.

Peter sighed and went back to staring at Liz with her pretty curls and lithe movements. He was pulled away from her beauty by Ned, who was nudging his arm.

“Hey, you could get closer to Liz tonight. You know?”

“She doesn’t like me, Ned. And besides, I’d just make a fool of myself, you know how much of a nervous wreck I am. And she’s dating Flash.” Peter replied, messing with his worn sweater sleeves.

“So what if she’s dating him? I bet you a million bucks she doesn’t even like Flash.”

“You don’t have a million bucks.” Peter deadpanned.

“I know, but tonight you can bring macho Peter. Show Liz what you're made of. Stand up to Flash and his bullcrap.”

“Ugh, I don’t know. I’ll give it a shot.”

“Yes! And, you can totally give me all the credit when you're popular. And I’m sure Liz has lots of lady friends who you can mention my name to?”

“Ned, you’re a dork.”

“Yeah I am, and so are you. We can be dorks together!”

“Yeah, whatever,” Peter laughed and got up.

“I’ll see you next period.”

“Yeah, see you then,” Peter replied.

Peter walked towards the doors of the cafeteria that led to the hallway. He was about to walk through the door when he bumped into someone.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking.” Peter said apologetically.

“It’s alright. I’ll see you at the party. That is, if you're going?” His voice was cool and collected, harmonious unlike most of the squeaky kids in his grade. And for some reason, he had an English accent.

Peter blushed when he realized he hadn’t responded, “Uh, yeah. I'm going.”

The boy nodded and walked on without another word. Peter stood there watching him go on. His motions were fluid, almost like a stream. His hair was near black and had the most tantalizing curls he had ever seen. And his face, his face was like that of the beautiful statues of Michelangelo. Stoic and sharp, yet soft in all the right places. His eyes were pale blue with little flecks of green and gold. He felt like he could get lost in those eyes. And he was tall, a few inches taller than Peter. Most of his body was covered, he had a blue turtleneck, and tight black jeans. Peter did see his hands though, which were fortunately uncovered. He had long, nimble, perfectly manicured fingers and his hands looked soft and beautiful.

Then the bell rang.

“Shit.” Peter said under his breath.

He braced himself for the onrush of students heading to their classes, which could have been avoided if he hadn’t stood there slobbering after a boy he had never noticed before.

All through his science class, he was thinking about the boy. Usually he would be preoccupied with Liz and making oobleck. But now, all he could think about was black hair and that beautiful face. Like all the greatest artists came together and created a masterpiece. A quilt of everything amazing and gorgeous. He sighed as he remembered briefly feeling the boy’s chest on his own.

The bell rang fortunately and Peter got up from his seat as the students began shuffling out of the classroom. Peter practically sprinted down the halls with his backpack.

“Peter!”

He stopped and turned around.

“Peter, I’ll see you at the party. Your dad is gonna let you come right?” It was Liz.

“Uh, yeah I think so. I’ll convince him.”

“Okay. See you then!”

Peter turned back around and kept walking, this time at a decent pace. He slowed down for a moment and thought. His heart didn’t beat rapidly like it usually did when he talked to Liz. He didn’t get butterflies in his stomach, his palms were dry. And he talked to her like he talked to Ned. What the hell was going on with him?

He got on the bus with Ned and sat down next to him. Peter was unusually quiet and he noticed.

“Hey, what’s up?” Ned asked, a bit concerned. Peter was usually very talkative when they got on the bus.

“Uh, nothing. It’s nothing. I’ve just been thinking about some things.” Peter replied.

Ned decided to drop it in respect of his friend. A time went on until Peter couldn’t take keeping his thoughts in anymore.

“Uh, Ned?”

“Yeah, Peter?”

“Um,” Peter’s hands started to shake a bit, “Uh, have you…ever-. Have you ever thought, um. You know what? Never mind.”

“Wait, wait. What were you gonna ask?” Ned replied.

Peter brushed his hair from his face and gulped. He didn’t understand why he was so jittery.

“Have you ever thought a boy was attractive? Like really really pretty?”

Ned was quiet for a moment, and sighed, “Peter. You know you can trust me.”

“Yeah, yeah I know.”

“So you know that I would never judge you for anything, right?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Peter, are you gay?”

Then it was Peter's turn to be quiet, he thought about it for a moment.

“Uh, I don’t think so, I mean, I like girls. But, there’s this boy and…,” Peter sighed.

“So, are you bi?” Ned asked.

“Um, I mean, maybe? I’ve never felt about a boy like that since now. Ugh. This is so confusing.”

“Well, you don’t have to figure it out right now. But, just know that I’ll always be here for you dude, always.”

“Thanks, man. I appreciate that.”

“So, what about Liz?”

“I don’t know. I guess I don’t really feel about her the same way that I did. I mean I still like her, I think, but it’s not the same.”

“Hm, and who’s this guy?”

“That’s the thing, I have no idea who he is. I just bumped into him and he asked if I was going to the party.”

“Well, what’s he look like?”

“He’s got this sort of long black curly hair, and sky blue eyes with these little specks in them, and his lips-“

“Okay, okay, don’t get all gooey on me,” Ned laughed.

The bus finally came to a stop about a block from Peter’s house. He said goodbye to Ned and got off. Ned was the next stop, which was about 5 blocks from his house, so they liked to hang out a lot after school. Peter’s house was about as modest as it could get for a billionaire. Tony Stark, Peter’s adoptive father, got a lot of money from his father’s old work. He eventually passed the business off to his associate Pepper Potts and it became a big step into clean energy for millions who had no electricity or plumbing.

In return, Tony was able to lead a somewhat private life with his two adopted children. Harley and Peter. Harley had left for college about a year ago, and had visited during Christmas time. And Tony got to develop a not so subtle relationship with one Stephen Strange. A global surgeon known for his meticulous surgical skills and ability to fix literally anyone physically, regardless of background or wage.

Peter walked up the front steps, unlocked the door, and walked inside. He set his bag down on the wood floor and proceeded to his decent sized bedroom. Which of course had its own bathroom and walk in closet because Tony insisted. Peter had to start planning on what he was going to wear. He stepped into his closet and started to look around at his casual wear and then some of his more fancy stuff.

“Hey kid, no hello?” Tony said, walking into Peter’s room.

“Oh, hey dad, I didn’t know you were home.” Peter replied, turning to face him, “So, there’s this party my friend is having-.”

“Okay, what are our rules on parties?”

“Dad-”

“Peter.”

“Ugh. No alcohol, no drugs, no going off with strangers.”

“And?”

Peter sighed, “…no sex.”

“Good boy, give yourself a pat on the back. Sure you can go, where’s it at?”

“Liz’s house, uh, 6386 Mackerel St.”

“Alright. Have fun, let me know when you're ready so I can drive you.”

“Okay, Dad.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Tony left Peter to get ready. He decided to go with something more casual, but still looked like he put some effort into it. He combed his hair back and washed his face. He also brushed his teeth for extra measure. Putting on his favorite shoes, he sat on his bed and waited for an hour before he was ready to leave. Meanwhile, his thoughts drifted back to that boy he bumped into. Peter didn’t even know his name, or anything else about him other than he was drop dead gorgeous. For all Peter knew, the guy was straight! He put some thought into his sexuality as well. He still didn’t quite understand his sexuality, but he looked it up a bit and felt that bisexual fit himself the most. Hopefully he would be able to talk to the boy at the party, assuming that he was going since he had said he would see Peter there. Peter got up from his bed and went to his dad, who was drinking coffee in the living room, reading something on his tablet.

“Hey Dad, I’m ready.”

“Alright, let’s go.”

They got in the car and drove to Liz’s house. It was around 7:00 PM, and there were already a lot of people there. Peter’s palms started to sweat, maybe this was a bad idea?

“Okay, I’ll pick you up around 11:00, alright?”

“Okay, I love you, Dad.”

“Love you too, kid. Remember our rules!”

Peter got out of the car and waved Tony goodbye. He walked up to the door and knocked. He was greeted by Liz herself.

“Peter, you made it!” Liz said over the loud rap music blaring from the speakers. Apparently, Flash was the DJ, “There’s Pizza, and drinks. Help yourself!”

“What a great party,” Peter said, still jittery.

“Thanks, have fun!” Liz said, and walked off towards Flash.

Peter walked around for a bit until he spotted Ned.

“Peter! You’re here.” Ned exclaimed.

“I can’t believe you guys are at this lame party.” MJ, another kid who usually sat at their table, said.

“You’re here too,” Ned said.

“Am I?” She said, walking off to get another slice of pizza.

“She eludes me,” Ned said.

“Must be why you like her so much,” Peter said, jokingly.

“Haha, shut up.” Ned punched Peter’s arm, “So, where’s mystery boy?”

“Uh, I don’t know, haven’t seen him yet-”

“Yo, yo, yo. Penis Parker in da house! Wasn’t your imaginary girlfriend from Canada coming? Oh wait, she doesn’t exist!” Flash messed around with the air horn effect on his rig.

Peter was already sweating, and then Flash had to go and make it worse. He could hear everyone laughing at him. Peter groaned and headed for the back door. The cold air hit him and gave him the calm he needed. Most of the time, he was able to put up with Flash’s crap, but it still got to Peter in ways.

“Hey.” A familiar voice called, which cut though the quiet like a gliding blade.

Peter shifted to the direction of the voice. His heart hammered in his chest. It was the mystery kid.

“Hi,” Peter flushed and looked down, not wanting to embarrass himself more.

“You made it.” He said coolly.

“What’s your name?”

He was quiet for a moment, then answered, “Lawrence. You must be Peter?”

“Uh, yeah. How’d you know?”

“I don’t know.” That wasn’t entirely true. The truth was that Lawrence had had a close eye on Peter for a long time now. Watching him discreetly in the corner of the cafeteria was his favorite pastime. Only, Lawrence know he had his eye on someone else.

“Okay.”

“So, are you enjoying yourself?”

“No, not really. I do wonder though, I haven’t really noticed you much at school?”

“I’m technically an exchange student, we just moved here. I transferred over the Winter holiday.” Lawrence replied.

“Oh, well that explains the accent.”

“Ah, yes. I’m from the East side of Wales.”

“Oh, cool.”

“Very. So, tell me a bit about yourself, Peter?”

“Oh, well, I’ve lived here in New York my whole life. I was adopted and I have a brother named Harley. And my Dad is Tony Stark.”

“Like, son of Howard Stark? And former CEO of Stark Industries?”

“Yeah, it’s Potts Industries now technically.”

“Hm, very interesting. I lived in Wales my whole life with my brother Thomas and my parents. But we moved here because my dad got a better job position. So we can live a lot more comfortably now. But we also had to leave our home. It’s been kind of hard fitting in as well, with my accent, and well I guess I’m just different.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Well, it’s nice here at least. And I think your accent is very nice. I guess I’m a little different too.”

Peter stood there with Lawrence for a while in a comfortable silence. The cold night air was refreshing for him, and all too familiar to Lawrence. Peter glanced at him. He was looking away, Peter could make out the sharpness of his jaw that softened perfectly. How his pale skin glistened in the moonlight. Little freckles and moles danced across his face and neck, so light they were almost unnoticeable. And the way his hair cascaded down his face in rhythmic beauty and framed it perfectly.

“Beautiful,” Peter said under his breath.

Lawrence was looking at him. Peter could see the depth of his eyes, like great pools of everything pretty in the world. Peter flushed red and stammered. He started sweating profusely and his heart was beating rapidly. He couldn’t breathe.

“Peter-”

Peter ran back inside to the ever more full house. He navigated his way through the sea of people and made his way to Ned.

“Hey dude, woah, you're sweating all over the place man.”

Peter exhaled and inhaled slowly, calming himself down, “His name is Lawrence.”

“Wait, did you guys kiss?”

“What- what no?”

“Hey Peter,” Liz said from behind him.

“Oh, hey Liz.” He replied.

“Come with me,” Liz said, taking Peter’s hand in her own.

Liz led him up to her small room. The navy blue walls complemented the general blueness of her room. Now Peter knew her favorite color. Peter looked around the room at all the little trinkets and such that littered her dresser and vanity as Liz shut the door.

“I wanted to talk to you, Peter. I thought it would be a perfect time to tell you at the party, I tried to tell you earlier, but I couldn’t find you. Well, I guess what I’m getting at is, I know you like me. Like like me.” Liz said, walking closer to Peter, “and I wanted to say that I like you too.”

“…What? But, you're dating Flash?”

“Yes, I’m going to break it to him tomorrow, I don’t want to be with him. I want to be with you.”

Peter didn’t know what to think. The girl of his dreams reciprocated his feelings. And he hesitated.

“Liz, I…I don’t know what to say,” Peter replied slowly.

“W-, what do you mean? I thought you liked me?”

“I- I do. Uh, yeah. I’ll go out with you.”

“Really? You will?” Liz leaned in and kissed Peter softly. It was warm and nice, and…weird.

Peter couldn’t put his finger on it. He didn't understand what this feeling was. It was different, it wasn’t giddy and carefree like before. No, it was dull and rigid and different.

“I’m so glad you said yes. I’ve liked you for a long time, I just didn’t know how to say it.”

“I’ve liked you for a long time too.”

Liz kissed him again, this time it was deeper. She gasped softly as they kissed, she felt warm and content and giddy. A fleeting moment she was determined to chase. Peter imagined grasping that sharp pale face. The softness of his lips and the heat of their tongues clashing together. He imagined that broad chest, uncovered just for Peter, so he could find all of his little imperfections. They eventually parted, panting softly, their lips sore from the intense session.

“Peter. No one’s ever kissed me like that. I think I love you.”

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“So, how was the party?” Tony asked as Peter got into the car.

“It was fine.”

“Just fine?”

“Yeah, it was okay. Really noisy.”

“Well, parties are supposed to be noisy.”

“I guess.”

Peter was quiet the rest of the way home. Tony noticed but didn’t press him on it. Peter went straight to his room when they got there. He was tired and worn out. And didn’t feel like doing anything else. He took off his clothes and put on his comfy pajamas he got for Christmas. It was a matching set for him and Harley. He sat down on his bed when the door opened to reveal his dad.

“Goodnight, kid.” Tony said.

“Good night, Dad.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“You know you can talk to me, Peter?”

“Yeah, Dad.”

“Good. Now go to sleep.”

Tony closed the door and Peter got under his covers. There was still that nagging thought at the back of his head. He was in a relationship now with the girl of his dreams, and yet all he dreamt about was shimmery blue eyes and a voice like that of an angel’s.

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Peter entered the cafeteria and greeted Ned and MJ. Ned had his gameboy per usual and MJ was people watching.

“Hey lover boy,” Ned said.

“Haha, hello Ned.”

Liz walked up to the group and tapped Peter on the shoulder, turning him around. She leaned in and kissed him lightly, making him flush.

“Hey, Peter,” Liz said, smiling.

“Hi, Liz,” Peter replied, this was different. He never thought that being with Liz, his dream girl since the start of high school, could feel so…wrong.

A few days passed and the more he thought about it, the more realized being with Liz was in fact wrong. How can you be with someone if you’re constantly thinking about someone else. Peter was determined to end it today. He knew it would hurt her, but-

Liz stood pushed up against the wall, having hands run up and down her sides as Flash kissed her passionately. Liz gasped as he took a hold of her hands.

“Liz.” Peter felt a tear fall down his face.

They stopped abruptly, Liz shocked and Flash, well, Flash looked horny and smug.

“Peter, it’s not what it looks like!”

“We’re done,” Peter said, turning around and heading straight for the exit of the school.

By the time he made it out the door, he was sobbing uncontrollably. He pushed up against the outer wall and slid down so he could curl up. Of course he was going to break up with her today. But still, the thought that she would cheat on him like that. With Flash. Flash of all people. He was devastated, yet not quite alone.

“Are you alright?” An all too familiar voice rang out.

Peter tried to compose himself as best he could and wiped his face off with his sleeves. Lawrence sat down, facing toward him.

“I-…I’m fine, uh. It’s just, my girlfriend cheated on me with her ex.” Peter managed to get words out between the sobs.

Lawrence reached out and wiped the tears away from Peter’s face. His hands were cool, yet so warm, it was just like Peter had imagined them to be. A shiver ran down Peter’s spine as Lawrence kept his hand on Peter’s face.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you. I’m not sure if now is the right time.” Lawerence said, brushing his thumb across Peter’s cheek.

“No, it’s fine. Go ahead.”

Lawrence was quiet for a moment, like he was processing whatever he was going to say.

“That night. At the party. When we were outside together, …you said…you said I was… beautiful.”

Peter flushed, now all too knowing of the hand on his face, “Oh, you heard that?”

“Yes, you weren’t very discreet.”

“Oh,” Peter laughed lightly, “Well, I mean, it’s true.”

“Well, Peter. I also find you very attractive.” He said, now very close.

“And?”

“And I was wondering, would you be my boyfriend?”

Peter didn’t think much before he leaned in and joined their lips together. Lawrence’s were soft and rough in all the right ways and fit perfectly against Peter’s. It wasn’t long before Lawerence was pushing into the kiss. He darted his tongue across Peter’s bottom lip, asking for entrance, which Peter obliged. Their tongues glided together in a hot battle, which Lawerence quickly won. Lawerence’s hand had made its way to Peter’s hip. The other, still on his face. And Peter’s were both on his shoulders.

Lawerence withdrew for a moment so they could catch their breath, before he went lower to Peter’s neck. He pecked lightly here and there, roughly in some others until he found Peter’s sweet spot, which he had promptly gasped when Lawerence started sucking on it. It was like heaven for Peter. He had never had someone give him a hickey or even kiss his neck for that matter. Peter reached out and grasped at his chest, feeling the soft muscle beneath his sweater. Lawerence moved slightly and started sucking on a different spot not too far from the first. Peter moved so that they could go back to making out more comfortably. Eventually they separated, gasping and flushed.

“So, would you?” Lawrence said, out of breath.

“I thought the kiss was an answer enough. Yes of course,” Peter kissed him once again, this time not as passionate, but anyone there could tell it was full of love.

“And I meant it. You are beautiful,” Peter said, brushing a bit of stray hair behind his ear.

Lawrence blushed and smiled, “Well, I think your absolutely gorgeous.”

They got up from where they were sitting and brushed each other off, they looked a little disheveled, but probably better than they did earlier. The boys walked back into the school, holding hands and grinning from ear to ear.

“Peter, I want you to know this. I love you.”

Peter could tell he meant it, and this time, it felt oh so right. He was sure of it, “I love you too.”

Fin.

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Bonus:

Tony pulled Peter aside as they were about to have dinner.

“Peter? Is that a hickey?!”

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Once again, this is from a year ago. Please don’t judge it to harshly, but I hope you enjoyed :)