Daddy’s Little Girl III (Peter ParkerxStark!Reader)
The next day, you and Peter decided to go out and get some coffee, finally leaving the tower. It was eight in the morning, and Peter crashed into almost everything because of how tired he was. You smirked at him, tucking your hands into the pocket of your hoodie as you continued walking down the street.
“Whoa, sorry!” he apologized after running into another man. A laugh passed through your lips as he jogged to catch up to you. “Making fun of me now?”
“Heck yes,” you said. “You really need some coffee.”
“I’m good.” He tripped over a crack in the sidewalk, then stabilized himself. “Whoa. Maybe not. You’re right.”