My Lullaby [Peter Parker] (Part 3)
Series Title: My Lullaby
Fandom: MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe)
Characters: Peter Parker x reader, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, James Rhodes, Vision, T’Challa
Word Count: 1,727
Short Description: You, a sixteen-year-old girl living in Brooklyn, have botanokinesis (the power to control plant-life) that has caught the attention of Tony Stark. You finally meet Peter Parker at a small dinner Tony organised at the Avengers tower.
Disclaimer: not my gif
[Y/N] = your name
[L/N] = your last name
When F.R.I.D.A.Y. told you it was time for dinner, you had finished your algebra homework and were well into your physics homework. Physics was never your strong point, so you decided that you would just ask somebody for help if worst came to worst. Of course not Tony, because you knew he would be much too busy to help you with your homework. The thought made you feel silly.
Your hair had gotten messy in the ponytail you had pulled it into, so you ran your fingers through it once it was down naturally and decided that was good enough. After a second thought, you grabbed a tube of mascara and swiped the wand over your lashes. Pleased with your appearance, you grabbed your phone and key card before making your way to the elevator, waiting patiently as it came up to your level.
When you arrived on the right floor, the room was buzzing, and everyone was chatting, plus some people you had yet to meet were there as well. For the first time all day, you started to feel nervous. You supposed that you had been so surprised and shell-shocked that you didn’t have the space to feel nervous amongst everything else that you were feeling. Your palms were starting to sweat, so you wiped them on your jeans, smiling when Tony exclaimed about your arrival.
“There she is!” He had said, and everyone’s chatter became quiet. “The little lady of the evening.”
“I’m sixteen, Tony. You make me sound like I’m forty.” You commented, and this made a few people smile. You stood by the elevator, awkwardly at first, with no idea what to do. Finally, Natasha and Clint waved you over, so you took a seat with them, relieved. They were all sat around a large coffee table on plush-looking sofas, so you assumed that dinner would be served there.
“Hungry?” Clint asked you, grinning when he saw you vigorously nodding your head.
“Starving. Usually am after doing my homework. I hate physics.” Speaking to Clint was easier than speaking to, say Steve or Bucky because you felt like Clint understood children and teenagers.
“Hey now,” Tony said. “You can hate homework all you want, but not physics.” He teased and you smiled, feeling more welcomed by the minute. Especially when people started bringing in the food.