They’re so cute when they’re asleep
Request:Can you do Drabble 6 & 14 combined like maybe in the avengers tower 😉😉
Okay I know I’m requesting imagines like crazy, but could I request 11, 12, and 14 with Peter Parker? Something where the Avengers tease the reader and Peter (but especially the reader) because they have crushes on each other? Thank you so, so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A/N: Okay so this is me attempting to use the prompts “I need a place to stay”, “they’re so cute when they’re alseep,” , “ this is by far the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in,” , “ the way you flirt is shameful,” , “ it’s just rain you aren’t gonna melt,”………. lets see how this goes
“Mr Stark, I-I was wondering if you could help me with something,”
“Is it your Spanish homework? ‘cause you’d have better luck talking to a wall than asking me for help,”
“No no, it’s not that, I asked this girl out on a date and-”
Tony dropped everything, and finally looked at Peter fully attentive, and interrupted his spiel, “Please tell me it was y/n you asked,” he appealed. Peter scrunched his eyebrows, confused at how Mr. Stark easily guessed who. He stuttered over his words, unable to reply, “Friday, tell Nat that she owes me $10″
Peter’s confusion morphed into shock, “Were you guys betting on us?” he asked in disbelief, as the computer system replied to his request,
“I was, Natasha not so much,” Tony answered nonchalantly, “she figured you’d never work up the courage. As per-usual, I was right,”
Peter was at a loss for words. Although, he did feel a little sense of reassurance that Mr. Stark had some faith in him,
“Anyways, continue,” Tony pushed,
“Okay, so, I’m taking her out tonight, and I’m really nervous-”
“and I just don’t want to mess this up, so I was hoping you’d be willing to help me out by kind of being my, wing-man,”
There was a pause between the two, as Tony blinked at the young boy,
“That was a little on the vague side, so right now my answer is no, I’m not chaperoning two school kids’ date,” He said turning away from Peter, and returning to his work,
“Where is it you’re taking her?” Peter heard a feminine voice ask behind him. He jumped slightly and looked to find Natasha strutting her way towards the two. He hesitated before answering her, “I don’t know, I was thinking, dinner then a movie?” he said, more as a question than a statement.
“Boring!” Tony exclaimed, not bothering to face them.
Peter sighed and slouched, “Well y/n’s never been on a date before. If you do it right, then it’d be the perfect night,” Nat pointed out,
“Exactly, so I was hoping that, if I wore an earpiece, then Mr. Stark could kind of coach me through it,” Peter suggested warily.
Nat shook her head, “You want Tony Stark as you’re wing-man?” she asked pointing to the man. Peter nodded his head, “This is, by far, the stupidest plan you’ve ever had,” she deadpanned.
Tony swirled around in his chair, with a mischievous smirk, “And with me, being an intellectual, of course I’m in,”
You couldn’t tell what you were feeling. Some of it was happiness that Peter Parker has finally asked you out, which was followed by nervousness because of the fact that you’d be going on a date with him. A part of you felt sick, and horrible because the possibility of this date ending terribly and therefore ruining a perfectly good friendship was looming above you.
You and Peter had been friends for years, having gone to the same school together and sharing some of the same assignments that Tony gives you. You were always called in on the less extreme tasks,due to having no superpowers but mad combat skills.
You huffed yet again as you stood in front of your mirror, and smoothed down your outfit. Screw it, you thought, and waited out in your living room for Peter.
Peter took deep breathes as he approached your door. A sweat began to break out on his forehead, “Have you reached the door yet?” Tony asked in his ear. Peter sighed, this was the fourth time he’s asked, “Yes,” Peter snapped in a hushed tone,
“About time. Now knock,”
“I figured that much out for myself actually,”
“Don’t get snippy with me, you asked for my help,”
“I’m beginning to regret it,” Peter groaned, before knocking on your door.
Your head shot to the direction of the door, before getting up and slowly opening it.
Peter stood with a wide smile, cherry red cheeks and a bunched bouquet of pink roses. Your cheeks flushed to match his, as you gasped, “Peter,” you drew out. This made his smile beam a little more. You smiled along with him and giggled from his kind gesture, “Come in,” you welcomed him, opening your door wider.
You turned away, and buried your nose in the flower pedals.
“Did she like the flowers?” Tony asked Peter,
“I-I think,” Peter quickly whispered under his breath, making sure you wouldn’t notice.
You place the bouquet in a vase and made your way back to Peter, “Ready to go?” he smiled at you.
“Tell her she looks nice,” Peter’s wing-man pestered,
“You-” he began, but was cut of,
“Unless she doesn’t, then scratch that. Wait maybe you should tell her anyway,”
Looking at Peter confusingly, you cocked an eyebrow. He gave you a reassuring smile, and placed a hand on your lower back, “You look good tonight,” he complimented, “you always look good,” he emphasized more for Tony to take a hint,
“smooth, spidey,” you commented, letting him lead you out of your place,
“That compliment was more for me. I’m taking it.”
It felt unusual, to be on a date with Peter Parker. A date that didn’t involve studying with an old friend, but more so, a night with a different unusual feeling between you two with formal clothes and flattery.
Your heart pounded a little harder and breath hitched when Peter showed off his goofy smile. You weren’t sure if you had ever felt that way before, but it doesn’t matter, because you’re feeling it now with Peter.
You had finished eating and were now relaxing at the table.
“Have I already told you how amazing you look tonight?” Peter asked you, eyes glazed over in a daze,
“This is the third time probably,” you answered with a sweet smile and rosey cheeks,
“The way you flirt is shameful. She’s already sick of it,” Peter heard Tony.
He pursed his lips, “Who taught you? You’re just repeating the same things. Was it May?”
“Oh wow look at it pour outside,” Peter spoke distracting himself from Tony,
“Nice try, I’m still here,”
“Do you want to wait in here till it stops?” Peter offered you,
“It’s just rain, you aren’t going to melt,”
Swinging your head around from the window to Peter, you repeated, “Tony?”
Peter’s mouth bobbed, his eyes grew to saucers. You gave him a side glance, “Is he here?” you pondered suspiciously.
“Think of something quick, underoos,”
“I just- uh- just remembered that Tony, offered for us to watch a movie at the tower…..tonight,” Peter squeaked
“No I didn’t,”
“Y-yeah, he figured that that would be better than us spending money at the theater, or just me spending money, and you fighting me to pay your way in,” Peter explained uncomfortably, unsure if what he said came out right.
“That’s a little uncharacteristic of him,” you pointed out,
He searched and searched his brain to quickly produce a reasonable explanation for “Tony’s proposal”. An unusually sly smirk skipped across Peter’s lips as he thought back to how outraged he felt when discovering that the two Avengers betting on and against him and his crush,
“Yeah well, he owes us one,”
“Be ready for ridicule,”