but decided to go with some peter appreciation

All to myself/Peter Pan Smut

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Are You a Fanboy, Peter Parker? Part 3

Summary:  You are a senior at Midtown High School and when an encounter on the Queensboro Bridge brings you in contact with Spider-Man, you become a minor celebrity at your school and secretly become friends with the web crawler.  That’s pretty inconvenient, since you have your own secrets to keep.

This is set probably two years after the events of Civil War, and by this point, the Avengers are (somehow) back together as a team.

Notes:  This story is based on a prompt that I got for a story about Spider-Man/Peter Parker going to prom with the reader and things going nuts and the Avengers having to show up.  It’s in three parts, and this Part Three. If you want to read the others:

The request also wanted the reader to have a power too, so I pretty much took Micah’s power from the TV show HEROES.  

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Chapter 3

You found yourself in what looked like a lounge with chairs and couches spread out around the room. The largest television that you had ever seen hung on the wall.  After leading you over to a table, Peter started to remove the webbing around your wrist.  “(Y/N) hurt her wrist.  I don’t know how bad it is.”

“Get that off, and we’ll look at it.  I’ve got the medical team on call if we need them.  Now that we’ve all had a moment to calm down, would anybody like a drink, because I feel like we could all use a drink.”  Stark headed over to the bar and you noticed Clint giving him a protective glare.  He seemed to notice it too.  “Oh, I didn’t mean for them.  They are too young.  I have soda, though.  Milk maybe? Mrs. Jarvis used to make me Shirley Temples when I was very small.  I might be able to remember how to make those.”

“Water sounds good right now.”  You shifted your arm under the pressure from Peter’s hand as he tried to remove the webbing, and pain shot through your arm causing you to wince noticeably.

“Clint?  Can you go to the kitchen and get a couple of bottles of water?  Might find some cookies too.  Stark sat down beside you and brushed Peter’s hand away to look at your arm.  It was swollen and turning an interesting shade of blue.  “Ah.  We’re going to have to have this looked at. Friday, get someone from medical up here, please.”  

“Yes, Shellhead,” the AI responded.

“What was that? What’s going on Friday?  Do you have a bug or something?”

“I am operating perfectly well, Shellhead.”

You hid your face trying not to laugh, but Stark caught on quickly.  “Friday, has someone been naughty and gotten into your programming again?”  He eyed you suspiciously, but you were relieved to see the corners of his mouth fighting a smile.

“That is affirmative, Shellhead.”

“Nice one, (Y/N),” he grinned, as he pulled out his phone and typed extremely fast.  “That should fix it.”

“Yes, Sir,” Friday responded.

“Excellent.”  Stark got up and opened a closet, pulling out a large first aid kit.  He pulled out an ice pack and activated it before handing it to you for your wrist. “Now tell me, how long have you been the electronics whisperer, (Y/N)?  Have you been this way all of your life, or were you bitten by a radioactive computer chip?” 

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