Make a Distraction
“This is the last time we’re doing this, Peter,” you mumbled, sliding up your window for your blushing boyfriend to crawl through. He peeked up at you through tufts of curls that shaded his eyes, then stood on his feet to face you.
“But… I thought you wanted this,” Peter stuttered, his brown eyes widened as he looked on you with confusion and a bit of worry. A corner of your mouth lifted in a makeshift smile, and his shoulders eased down a couple inches.
“I want this, but I want you to knock on my door, toI don’t know, lemme know when you’re coming over so I can prepare,” you tried to get through to him, but he gave you that same, adorable, blank stare as if he had absolutely no idea what was going on.
“Why would you need to prepare?” he questioned, looking at your spotless room, until you nodded at your legs clad in an old pair of sweatpants. Peter sucked you in tight to his chest, lifting you off the ground a little bit so your toes skimmed the carpet. Forgetting that Peter’s visits were supposed to be kept on the down low, you let out a loud peal of laughter and ruffled your hands through his hair.
Footsteps echoed down the hall and Peter dropped you immediately, searching around for a place to hide but there was nothing.
“Y/N! Please, just make a distraction!” Peter whispered, his voice reaching high octaves as his heart beat out of control, not wanting to be caught. You motioned for him to get out of the way, and ran to the door, but it flung open before you could peek out the door to greet your dad.
“Why are you laughing? He’s in there isn’t he,” Tony pressed, placing an open palm on the door as he tried to peer around you to search for Peter. You pushed back against the door, but Tony could’ve easily snapped the door open if he wanted to, and he wanted to.
“No, Dad, wait don’t!” you called after him but he was already ripping the covers off your bed, looking under it, flinging open the doors to your closet.
“Come out, Spider-boy! Spiderling! Underoos!” Stark yelled in every corner, wondering if he had been mistaken considering he checked almost every place. Almost.
In unison, both of you raised your eyebrows high, heads shooting upward to gape at the ceiling. Peter gulped in, his body pressed skintight to the ceiling, and he gave an awkward wave with one hand, not sure whether to come down or stay glued to the ceiling amidst the embarrassing situation.
“Uh, hey Mr. Stark!”