Peter Parker x Reader (Sort of, Not Really)
“Hey, Happy! How’s it going?” You asked when you saw Tony Stark’s personal bodyguard turned “forehead of security” turned…whatever the hell his current job title was.
“Working hard for my paycheck, as usual. What about you? Just getting back?” He asked, motioning to the bag thrown over your shoulder.
“Yeah, having to do three times the work ever since Tony and Steve had their little spat. Wish I had been available for that one. I would have handcuffed them together until they learned how to play nice. Where is our generous benefactor anyway?”
“Talking to the kid,” he replied, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb.
“What kid? Oooh…you mean ‘the intern.’ I’ve gotta see this.”
You walked in the direction that Happy had indicated to find Tony talking to a slim built boy who looked to be in his mid-teens.
So this guy was the Spiderman?
He wasn’t what you were expecting. Sure, you already knew he was on the young side, but you couldn’t believe just how young he really was. As you walked up to join them, you were trying to decide whether or not to scold Tony for recruiting new team members off the playground.
“Y/n, you’re back,” Tony began. “Introductions…Peter this is y/n. Y/n this is Peter, the intern,” he added with emphasis.
“It’s nice to meet you, Peter,” you said, offering him a smile. He just stared at you with a strange look on his face. “I’d shake your hand, but I’m afraid mine are a little full right now,” you added, shifting the weight of your bag.
He just kept staring at you with a wide-eyed expression. You glanced at Tony to see him wearing that silly smile of his that you knew so well.
“Wait here a minute, will you kid? Y/n and I need to talk.”
Tony placed a hand on your arm and led you a few feet away.
“So, is that your first time turning a man to stone with your beauty?” Tony asked with a smirk.
“Shut up, Stark.”
“No, I mean it. The kid seems to be smitten with you. Sure, he’s a little young, but in a couple of years he’ll be legal and you can be a cougar.”
“I hate you, Tony,” you said with a laugh.
“You’re y/n!” You heard Peter blurt out from where he was standing. “You’re THE y/n!”
“We covered that twenty minutes ago!” Stark yelled back. “If you can’t keep up with the conversation, then don’t butt in!”
Without an invitation, Peter rushed over to you grinning from ear to ear. “I can’t believe it’s really you! This is so awesome! Wait until I tell everybody about this! Could we take a picture together?”
Before you could tell him yes, he was already pulling his cell phone out of his pocket. His hands must have been shaking from excitement though because he dropped it, but luckily caught it again with his absurdly fast reflexes before it could shatter on the floor.
“Wow,” you said when he snatched it up mid-fall. “That was amazing.”
“Careful, y/n,” Tony said, “you’ll break the kid’s face if you make him smile any bigger.”
Peter moved to stand beside you and held the phone up to take a selfie. On your opposite side, you felt Tony move closer to you so that he could be included in the picture too.
“She’s going to be very upset if we find this online with little hearts all around her face,” Tony said in-between camera flashes.
“Thank you so much,” Peter said when he was done.
“It’s no problem.” You were really starting to feel the blush in your cheeks from all the attention. “I need to go settle in. It’s been a long few days. It was very nice meeting you, Peter. I’ll see you later, Tony.”
As you walked off, you heard Peter tell Tony, “She’s even prettier and cooler in person.”
“Let me know when you turn eighteen and I’ll start shipping you two.”