Summary: Tony Stark’s daughter Y/N and Peter became good friends after Peter got recruited by Tony and Y/N always clean Peter’s wounds after a rough fight.
A/N: This was neither requested nor planned but I wrote this a few days ago because I just love the combination of Peter Parker and Tony Stark. Maybe I’ll write a second part… so tell me if you like it.
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I woke up to a knock and snuggled my face into the pillow, groaning. I heard the knock again, quicker and louder this time.
I groaned again, stretching my limps before looking to the glass door to the balcony.
I saw Spiderman leaning against it, waving slightly and taking off his mask to reveal his beautiful face. Standing up, I realised that I was only wearing my father’s shirt that covered most of me.
I hesitated but went over to the door, shoving it to the side to open it and Peter fell into my arms, groaning loadly before I could greet him.
“Peter!”, I gasped quietly as I tried to hold his body with my small arms.
“I’m awfully sorry, Y/N. It’s just…”, he began rather loudly, as he pulled himself back, “I, uh, was… there was this guy again…”
“Shhh. My parents are asleep.”, I explained quietly and while he rambled on, my eyes found his black eye and the cuts in his face which I hadn’t noticed before. My hand reached up to his face, my fingertips carefully drawing over the cuts. He shut up the second my fingers touched his skin.
“Oh, God, Peter… are you hurt somewhere else?”, I asked him and he nodded, his hand tracing over his chest down to his stomach.
Without hesitation I pressed the metal spider on his chest making the fabric go loose and sliding down his shoulders. “What the hell? How do you…?”, he exclaimed quietly, grabbing the suit and holding it, not wanting to stand in front of me with only his boxers on. My eyes instantly shot a brief glance on his abs before I looked him in the eyes.
“Come on, Peter, I helped dad while he worked on the suit. I know more about it than you do.”, I laughed softly, but got quiet when I took a closer look to his chest. There was a huge cut over his whole chest and several smaller ones over his stomach.
“Shit.”, I mumbled, pulling him towards my bed and pressing him down, “Let’s take this off and then I’m going to-” “No, wait.”, his hands firmly grabbing mine which were about to take off his suit completely.
“What are doing?”, Peter wanted to know,his voice shaking slightly. “Don’t be so shy, I’ve seen you shirtless before. And honestly, Peter, I’m not wearing a lot more clothes than you.”, I grinned at him but he only looked more shocked.
“That’s not helping…”, he muttered and sighed, “I… I can take it off myself.”
I only nodded, leaving him in my room and quietly wandering through the hallway to get to the bathroom and take a wet cloth.
Getting back to my room, Peter still sitting on my bed, I closed the door. His head turned to look at me, giving me a cute, little smile as I approached him.
Neither of us said a word as I pushed him down on my bed, laying on his back. Neither of us said a word as I cleaned his wounds.
I was hovering above him, being really near his face while I examined his black eye.
He shut his eyes while I traced over the cuts on his face and he flinched everytime, suppressing a groan and probably thinking about how he got all the cuts.
I couldn’t help but let my fingers roam through his brown curls, feeling him tense up. “It’s fine, Peter. You’re safe here.”, I whispered before pressing a long kiss on his cheek. His brown eyes widened instantly, staring into mine but his expression softened as I smiled at him before taking care of the cuts on his chest.
The only sounds that filled my room were his soft groans while I cleaned the huge, deep cut on his chest. It took me a while to finish my work and Peter’s chest had lifted and sank about a thousand times due to his heavy breathing.
But when I finished cleaning his wounds I wasn’t able to look away from his muscular body. I felt the unbearable urge to touch him and my hands reached out before my fingertips danced over his stomach and traced over his abs.
He was so beautiful, I was wondering if this was the body of a god. But one thing I knew for sure: this body took my breath away.
“What are you doing?”, I suddenly heard Peter’s deep voice and I jumped, pulling back my hand. I looked at him, feeling the heat in my face and opened my mouth to say something but no word left my lips.
I just hoped that he wasn’t able to see me blushing due to the dimmed light.
I cleared my throat when he sat up, looking at me with a flirty smile.
“Is there something else I can help with?”, I wanted to know, my voice even higher than usual.
He wanted to shake his head but then stopped, looking into my eyes all the time.
“Actually…”, he began, “I, uh, was- you know, wondering if I could… maybe stay here? I-I need… uh, I need cuddles. No, I’d like to… cuddle with you… if it’s fine.”
“Yeah, it’s fine. But you have to leave in the morning as soon as possible.” , I responded calmy, though I was a excited mess on the inside. I gave him a slight smile before standing up. “You want a shirt?”, I continued, making my way over to the wardrobe and turning on the light.
“Yeah, that would be nice.”, he said and came over to me into the wardrobe, where I had taken off my father’s shirt, not expecting him to follow me and now standing in front of him with only my underwear.
“Jesus Christ! I’m so sorry!”, he exclaimed, stumbling back against the wall. I randomly picked a shirt before pulling it over my head and took a comfy pair of shorts, putting it on as well.
Peter was still shocked but his gaze was glued to the ground, his face as red as his suit. “Here, put this on.”, I mumbled, ignoring the embarrassing scene and pressing my father’s shirt that I had worn before to his chest.
I turned off the light of the wardrobe, laying down in my bed and waiting for Peter to join me. I watched him, putting on the shirt which was a bit too big for him, as well. “This is weird. I’m wearing Mr. Stark’s shirt…”, he mumbled as he laid down next to me, staring at the ceiling. “Would you prefer sleeping naked?”, I chuckled and he smirked. “Maybe.”, he flirted and looked at me briefly but turned to look at the ceiling again.
I watched him from the side, admiring his facial features “What?”, he breathed, noticing my staring. “I thought you needed cuddles.”, I whispered back and a smile formed on his lips.
There wasn’t another word spoken. He just wrapped his arms around me, my head on his shoulder, my forehead against his head and my hand on my father’s shirt that hid his abs.
My heart beat quickly, while his fingertips traced over my upper arm and I tried to stay awake, wanting to live every second of this. But I was surrounded by his intoxicating scent, the warmth coming from him and our comfy position made me fall asleep almost instantly.
I woke up to the light getting turned on and Peter sitting up but I only groaned, not being awake enough to process what was happening. “Uh, Y/N?”, I heard Peter’s rough voice.
“Peter, it’s too cold without your hot body.”, I mumbled, “Why did you turn on the light?”
I felt him shake my arm and I sat up now, as well, my arm brushing his. I wanted to snap at him but then I noticed my father standing in the door frame. My eyes widened and I quickly looked at Peter, his eyes filled with panic.
“I repeat: What the hell is going on?”, he wanted to know, his arms folded in front of his chest, a strict look on his face.
“Mr. Stark, I swear, we didn’t-”, Peter started and my dad scoffed, “Don’t bullshit me. And hands off of my daughter!”
Peter scooted away from me, taking his warmth with him. “Dad, we were only-”, I began but he interrupted me.
“From this moment on, there’s a line.”, he said after a deep sigh, approaching us. “Dad.”, I moaned but he ignored me.
“Talking, hanging out, hugging. All fine with me, but that’s it. Nothing more than hugging. Understood?”
Peter nodded quickly, “Of course, Mister Stark.”
“Now, get out of this bed, kid.”, my dad sighed and Peter did as he was told, picked up his Spiderman suit and stood in front of him, ready to leave.
“Wait, is this my shirt?”, my dad wanted to know and Peter nodded slowly. “Do you want me to give it back?”, Peter’s hands grabbed the hem of the shirt, ready to take it off.
Truthfully, I got into acting because I wanted to be in Star Wars — as a child I desperately wanted to leave our galaxy and spend the rest of my life onboard the Millennium Falcon. Things came crashing down when I realized my life goal was ever so slightly unrealistic; the next best thing was to become an actor. — Rahul Kohli
• He was basically a child prodigy -wasnt considered as prodigious as Sasuke Uchiha who was both very smart but also was considered a prodigy bc of his namesake (but got his shit kicked out of him by Rock Lee in no time) - even so that he was almost recruited to become a ROOT member. He was like what, 8? But Danzo was like “wow shibi your son is so smart and talented, he should come join my top secret organization. No im serious. It’s an order.”
• Blew a mother fuckers arms off in a fight at age 12, like tell me thats not the realest shit.
• Tracked down Sasuke AND sassed Sasuke (“i hate repeating myself” godbless), fought Kankuro and turns out he did this for himself but also to give Sasuke, who he didnt even talk to, time to go fight Gaara without any hindrance. Like fucking he almost died of poison and just laying there hoping he gave Sasuke enough time
• The Shino laughing episode and him just being like god i just wanna fuckin die like me too buddy
• Looking for the beetle to track Sasuke down and him just kinda like “the fuck ever” when 3 grown ass petty adults were like “fuck your clan you 12 yr old fuck.” Like uhh he dont care who tf are you
• Trolled the others hardcore when they tried figuring out what his eyes looked like and was like “oh you wanna see my eyes? No problem heres what my eyes look liBEETLES!”
• Actually has rly rly rly bad abandonment issues that causes him to be wary of trusting ppl (thought Kurenai was abandoning him and his team)
• SALTY SHINO MAD BC HE COULDNT GO ON THE SASUKE RETRIEVAL ARC
• The episode he secretly trained some pre genin and in his flashback kiba was like “arent you mad hinata has the upper hand” and shino was like “no i am not, why? Because I do not discriminate between opponents”
• Him training rly hard to be good at hand to hand combat bc he didnt want to be weak and not be able to help his friends so he kicked a Jonins ass and was like “ you insult my insects? You hurt my friends? take this!” And fucking just tackles the fucker
• Shino telling his students he has faith he will survive bc his friendships
• The ep he basically almost killed himself trying to save Kiba, Neji, and fucking Akamaru, using his own chakra to keep theirs flowing despite him damn knowing if he runs out hed fuckin die but he dont care
• Uhhh the episode with Torune??? And Shino basically calling him brother??? And young Shino almost being put into the ROOTs as a human tool?? And wanting to be like Torune and CREATING his own fuckin mutated beetles
• GOT PAST his fears of abandonment bc of Torune’s encouragement and bc of everyone else showing him it’s ok to be vulnerable
• HIS ATTACK THAT CAUSES GIANT BEETLES TO GROW AND BLOW UP
• HIS DREAM IS TO FIND A WEIRD GIANT NEW INSECT SPECIES. HE EVEN DREAMT HE RODE ON A GIANT BEETLE
• Him being asexual as all hell and being all awkward and needing reassurance it’s ok that he didnt want a romantic partner, he just wanted to study bugs and support his pals
• TAKING DOWN AN ENTIRE FLEET OF WAR SHIPS SINGLE HANDEDLY TO A HEAVY METAL RENDITION OF FLIGHT OF THE BUMBLEBEE BC YA KNOW WHY NOT
Reasons to not like shino:
• Not enough episodes
• Hoodie covers his pretty face