crushes
“go fish.” wade said, placing all his cards down. he took out his tuna sandwich and placed it on the table. “go, fish, go.” he whispered to the sandwich.
“wade, i don’t think you know how to play.” peter said, giggling.
“can you believe how rude he is?” wade asked, turning to face someone. “yeah, i’m talking to you. what? didn’t you know i could break the fourth wall?” wade chuckled.
[you idiot? petey pie thinks you’re a weirdo now.] white box complained.
“but i kinda am a weirdo, whitey.” wade whispered.
“uh, wade, who are you talking to?” peter furrowed his eyebrows.
“no one. no one at all. don’t worry about it, petey pie.” peter smiled at the nickname, his heart fluttering. that feeling wouldn’t go away, and peter slowly started to doubt tony’s beliefs of it being guilt.
“underoos!” speak of the devil. peter quickly stood up, taking the cards and messily placing them in a box.
“sorry, wade. mr stark... tony wants me.” peter smiled sheepishly.
“it’s okay, pete. we can hang out later.” wade quickly hugged his friend, before grabbing his detective pikachu backpack, and skipping away. peter made his way to tony, who was tapping his foot impatiently.
“what took you so long?” tony looked at wade, who was still skipping happily away. “oh, wilson.” tony glared at him. “anyway, i need your help. can’t believe i’m asking you but...”
“hey! i’m good at helping people.”
“doesn’t mean your help can be… helpful.” tony shuddered, remembering many incidents he asked peter to help him with.
they all didn’t end well.
“anyway! what did you need my help with, mr stark?” peter looked up at the older boy.
“i’m gonna regret this…” tony muttered. “i need you to be my, uh, delivery boy. kinda, i guess.” when all tony got was just a confused peter, he knew he had to explain. “okay, so i’ll give you gifts, like a bouquet of flowers or a box of chocolates and you have to deliver them to...” tony paused, blushing and looking to one side. he was almost... shy? peter had never seen tony shy. “to stephen strange. you know who he is, right?” peter hesitated, trying to think, before shaking his head. tony groaned, rolling his eyes. “uh, he’s...” tony paused, trying not to make this the most cheesiest thing ever. luckily, he didn’t have to describe stephen, because he saw him there, casually reading. “he’s right there, actually.” tony stared at him, lost in a trance.
“uh, mr stark?” peter called, causing tony to look back at him.
“o-oh, yeah. uh, give him this.” tony handed him a letter. “but, say it was from me. or you can just tell him to open it because it has my name signed on it.” peter nodded, doing a salute, before awkwardly walking over to stephen.
“hi, i-i’m peter parker.” peter said, silently cursing his classic stutter. stephen looked at the brunette teen, smiling softly.
“stephen strange.” peter sat next to him.
“whatcha reading?”
“just some random book my adopted mother gave me.” stephen smiled softly.
“oh? what’s her name?”
“yao. she taught me everything i know about how to keep my mental health in balance with my physical health and stuff like that.” stephen looked sadly at his book, before looking at the kid. he noticed the letter with his name on it. “is that for me?”
“oh, yes! sorry. it’s not from me.” peter gave him the letter. he couldn’t help but notice stephen’s gloved hands. he refused to ask about it, as he thought it would bring up something personal. stephen carefully opened it, but struggled due to his hands. he groaned in frustration. “would you like me to help?” peter asked, already taking the letter and opening it. he gave it to stephen. stephen smiled, though he was angry at himself for not being able to open something as simple as a letter.
roses are red,
pickles are green
i like your legs,
and what’s in between ;)
~Tony Stark <3
stephen couldn’t help but blush heavily at the letter, whilst peter just giggled. they both looked back at tony, who just winked at stephen.
“oh god...” stephen muttered, hiding his face in his hands.
“so, you like him?” peter asked tony in their history lesson.
“no, peter. i just asked you to give him a sexual letter as a joke.” tony scoffed.
“actually, i know lots of people that-“
“peter?” the teacher called, raising an unimpressed eyebrow.
“sorry, sir.” peter muttered, before turning to back to tony. “i knew you liked him.” peter smiled.
“no you didn’t.” peter paused, before frowning.
“yeah, you’re right. i didn’t.”
scott panicked, he hadn’t done the maths homework, and nick fury warned him that if he had another late homework or if he was late for another lesson this week, he’d get a detention. and due to the fact that he hadn’t done his homework, he might be late for his lesson as well.
“does that mean i would get double detention? oh god!” scott whined, rummaging through his backpack in the bathroom for the worksheet. “where is it? where is it? where is it?” he muttered to himself.
“lang?” a voice called, causing scott to blush heavily. he turned and saw clint fucking barton in all his glory.
“hey, barton.” scott beamed at his friend.
“scottie, maths starts in a couple minutes, what are you doing?” clint asked.
“what are you doing?” scott asked, making himself appear taller. clint laughed.
“you’re so silly.” scott blushed. clint noticed and smirked. the brunette sighed in defeat.
“i forgot to do the maths homework. in my defence, it was difficult. how am i supposed to “find 24% of $160”? homework should be illegal.” scott complained, crossing his arms and pouting like a toddler. clint thought he looked adorable.
“you’re telling me. well, i, somehow, managed to do it.”
“you asked nat for the answers, didn’t you?” clint scoffed.
“look, do you want the answers or not?”
“yes, please!” scott answered instantly, getting his worksheet out. he smiled sheepishly at clint as it came out crumbled and almost ripped. “i kinda just shoved it in there when i first got it.” clint chuckled, before showing scott the answers, the latter scribbled them away. the bell rang and scott had just finished writing the last number. they quickly ran in with the other students and the teacher looked at scott with a slightly impressed expression.
“mr lang, you’re in. just on time.” scott smiled, before siting next to clint, who gave him a fist pump.
“thanks, man.”
“no problem, lang.” scott gave him one final smile, before paying attention to the lesson.
and god, did scott’s smile make clint’s heart soar.