Another Me [Peter Parker Imagine]
Peter Parker Imagine; Marvel Comics
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When you bought a Spider-Man plush, you didn’t expect it to cause a small uproar among the Avengers. You were the child of Tony Stark. For some reason you can’t remember, you had decided to start a collection of plush versions of S.H.I.E.L.D. members. (You had to admit the Nick Fury plush was your favorite.) The group of heroes noticed a new addition when they all decided to surprise you after returning from a mission. You weren’t there, however, when they all entered your room.
“Where do you think [Y/N] is?” asked Natasha.
“I don’t know, but look at this!” exclaimed Steve, picking something up from your bed. “There’s a Spider-Man now, too!”
Steve turned to them. In his hand was a plush version of Peter Parker, who instantly blushed when everyone else smirked at him. Steve threw the plush at him, making Peter struggle to catch. Everyone knew of Peter’s small crush on you.
“There’s one for you, too!” he defended, placing the plush back where it had been on your bed.
“Yeah, but yours is in the front,” smirked Tony. “That used to be my spot.”
“[Y/N]’s not going to be happy if you keep messing with stuff,” said Peter, rolling his eyes as each of the heroes took their own plush from your bed.
“Not true,” scoffed Clint, throwing the Spider-Man plush at Peter. “Here, Spidey! It looks just like you!”
Peter sighed, “Seriously–”
“What are you all doing?”
Everyone turned to see you standing in the doorway. Your arms were crossed and a smirk was on your face. Everyone, except Peter, immediately sprinted away, each of them dropping a plush. You looked at Peter, still smirking.
“How you doing, Peter?” you asked, slowly moving until you stood before him.
“I–uhm–I was just–er–here you go!” he stuttered, and then he placed the Spider-Man plush in your hands.
“Thanks,” you laughed. “I–uhm–I missed you.”
Peter shyly smiled, “I missed you, too. At least, you had another me here with you.”
You laughed again. You dropped the Spider-Man plush and stepped forward, wrapping your arms around him. Your hug was happily returned.