Title: “How much champagne did you have?” (Stark! Reader x Peter Parker)
Summary: Peter and the reader are the two youngest at Tony’s party, a party full of alcoholic beverages that youngsters shouldn’t drink.
Word Count: 1750
Warnings: Underage Drinking don’t do it
A/N: I love Peter lol we all know this. I hope you enjoy this fun lil stark reader imagine!
“Oh, thank God you’re here. My dad was just about to send me to run errands but he can’t possibly do that now that I have a guest,” you smiled as you ran to the elevator as the doors slid open and an anxious looking Peter stepped over the threshold. He smiled nervously at you while you grabbed his arm and looped yours through his, “Peter’s here!” you announced loudly, causing a pink blush to dust over his cheeks.
You smiled sheepishly, your own cheeks darkening in color when he looked at you. Your dad sighed once he caught sight of the two of you, clearing his throat loudly.
Even though he didn’t want you breathing next to a boy, he decided that you hanging around Peter was the best option, “Great, now you can have a buddy so you can keep an eye on each other. We need snacks, not the fancy kind. Here’s my card, Happy can drive you,” you groaned loudly as he placed his credit card into your hand, “Oh, come on, the sooner the two of you get back the sooner you can join the party and watch the game!” he smiled satisfactorily and buttoned his suit jacket before giving you a pat on the shoulder and joining the crowd.
“We’re on snack duty?” Peter asked with a slightly annoyed expression on his face. You gave a nod, stepping into the elevator with Happy, Peter on your heels.
You couldn’t help but feel bad about having to drag him along for a bunch of errands. All Peter wanted to do was impress Tony and prove to him that he could be a valuable asset to the team, and you weren’t sure snack duty was the best place to start, “Like Mary Poppins says; in every job that must be done, there is an element of fun!” Peter laughed and shook his head at you, fixing his hair in the mirrored doors of the elevator before running after you.
The first place you stopped at was a total bust. They didn’t have any snacks, unless you wanted oyster crackers and ramen, of course. What they did have was hoards of paparazzi, one of the store clerks was acting rather suspicious on the phone and this was obviously why. You grabbed ahold of Peter’s hand and pulled him through the swarm to the next store, finally locating boxes of less-fancy snacks.
“We’re giving them a field day,” you commented, looking over at the flashing cameras from outside. First you and Peter holding hands, now you and Peter shopping together. You couldn’t wait to see how they turned this around.
Peter nodded in agreement, his face a shade of green as he took your hand nervously, leading the way through the swarm and back to the car, “I can see it now; Baby Stark steps out for errands with new teen on the scene, Peter Parker. If that’s the title you owe me five bucks,” Happy announced from the driver’s seat after the two of you dove into the car.
“Do you have to say ‘Baby Stark’?” you pretended to gag as Peter pressed his head to the cool glass of the window, his face green, “I think he’s going to be sick. Good going, you scared him,” you slid across the seat to Peter and put an arm around his shoulders, concern etched across your face.
He looked over and smiled wearily, his breathing shallow, “No vomit in this car, do you hear me Mister?”
Peter sighed and flashed you a smile before climbing out of the car, you following after him to rejoin the party with your boxes of crackers.
You had lost Peter sometime in the night, but he was probably just on the sofa enjoying the game. A smile lit up your face when you heard his bubbling laugh coming from the common area, it was so loud that you could hear it over the voices of others, “There you are!” you stepped behind the couch and peered down at him while he gazed up at you, a dreamy and airy smile on his face and an empty champagne flute in his hand, “Who let him have champagne?!”
“There you are, Y/N. I have been looking all over for you!” he laughed lightly while you glared at everyone sitting around the couch, all looking guilty. There was an empty bottle of sparkling champagne lying on its side on the coffee table, “Have you met my friend, MJ? Guys, this is Y/N Stark. You may or may not know her, she’s great! Smart and funny and intelligent and hilarious and pretty and…” the group around you laughed while your cheeks burned red.
“Peter, those all mean the same thing,” You stomped your way around the couch to stand in front of the television, “Do any of you know how old he is?” you frowned, pulling Peter up by his jacket. You couldn’t believe you were scolding your father’s A-list party guest, but it needed to be done.
“What’s going on here?” Tony trotted in, smiling sheepishly at his guests. He was obviously embarrassed, but what like at Peter made the embarrassment go away, “Jesus. He’s not drunk, is he?”
A hard stare was answer enough, “You’re so beautiful, Y/N. Mr. Stark, you’re like, really lucky to have such a great daughter,” Peter smiled at you, his eyes shining. Your dad looked over at you with a raised eyebrow, but you merely shrugged, your cheeks a dark shade of red. You could even feel the heat rising in them.
“Thank you, Peter,” you said quietly, practically holding him up as you dragged him down the hallway, “What are we going to do? I guess we could keep him here and tell May that he fell asleep early or something.”
Tony pondered for a moment and finally shrugged, “I’ll call her and let her know that she can pick him up in the morning. Who even, how did he get ahold of alcohol?” he asked himself, already walking off to call Peter’s aunt.
“You’re going to stay here for the night, okay?” you smiled at Peter as you helped him to the couch, trying to hold in your giggles as he clumsily tripped over his own feet, “How much champagne did you have?”
His eyes widened as you began to take his shoes off, “Enough, I’m sure,” he said in a whisper. Now that the two of you were the only ones in the room, talking in normal voices felt too loud. Everything outside was dark and quiet, the only noises you could hear were from the party starting to wind down, “What about saving the city? I am Spider-Man, after all. They’re gonna need me!”
“The city will be okay for one night, P,” you said as tiptoed around to grab blankets and pillows, “Plus, you can’t drink and swing,” you snickered at your own joke while Peter simply smiled a lopsided, puppy dog grin that made his eyes crinkle up.
You tossed him a blanket and placed his shoes at the edge of the couch, helping him take off the bomber jacket that would surely be too uncomfortable to sleep in, “Are you sure your dad will be okay with me sleeping here? I-I can go home, I’ll be super fast,” Even when drunk, he was still the adorably nervous Peter you were best friends with.
“He’ll be fine, he knows you’re staying. Plus; I’ll be in my room. I’m sure he’ll make sure of it,” you cracked a smile, Peter turning to face you with a childlike grin on his face, “There’s a bottle of water on the table that you might want to drink. No need to be a stubborn hero.”
He nodded sharply, wrapping the fluffy blanket around himself like a cape, “You mean superhero, Y/N. I’m a superhero,” he said, looking down at his socks, “I guess I should get some sleep now, huh?”
“Maybe,” Peter giggled, his eyes widening as he did so. You pressed a kiss to his cheek and placed a pillow on the couch, “See you in the morning!”
You heard loud conversations happening in the early hours of the following Saturday morning, so much so that you rolled out of bed to see what was happening. You’d forgotten that a drunk Peter had stayed on the couch until you saw him being reprimanded by his aunt, “Morning!” Tony smiled mischievously at you, taking a loud slurp of his coffee as he watched the exchange.
Peter looked absolutely miserable. His eyes were bloodshot, a frown was on his lips, you could practically feel the headache he was experiencing.
“I can’t believe you would do something so irresponsible! You’re lucky you have a nice man like Mr. Stark here to look out for you. You’re grounded, Peter,” she announced with an affirmative nod, crossing her arms to seal the deal, “and you’re all over the paper! This is…I’m just going to stop talking.”
Peter looked up at her with puppy dog eyes that would surely win her over later, “I’m sorry. So sorry, really,” he said, getting to his feet quickly. She sighed and thanked your dad one last time before stomping right out of the door, “Wait, on the paper?”
“Well, thank you for, everything,” he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, smiling nervously at you one last time before running after his aunt.
You smiled after him as Tony sipped at his coffee as you tiptoed into the kitchen, “Anything you want to tell me about?” you raised an eyebrow as you poured your own cup of coffee, shrugging your shoulders. What was there to tell?
He casually lifted a newspaper that had a large photo of you and Peter holding hands, trying to weave through the crowd. The title of the article was “Baby Stark steps out with new teen on the scene, Peter Parker”. The article featured photos of the two of you laughing and grabbing snacks, along with gobs of hand holding photos. Seriously? This was not good, especially not to your dad who didn’t want you breathing near a boy.
“Looks like I owe Happy five dollars,” you gave a groan and took a gulp of coffee. It burned your tongue, but you didn’t care. Nothing could burn as much as your father’s eyes as they bore into you like lasers. He wasn’t too thrilled.