Spidey’s Got a Girlfriend?!
“I promise I’ll be there,” Peter spoke, and Tony over heard him on the phone. Tony leaned against the door frame to his office where Peter stood taking his phone call.
“Hey, I apologized for last time… I know… I can’t wait… I-I love you too. Bye” Peter hung up, a smile tugging at his lips. The boy looked absolutely love sick, it made Tony smile a little.
“Was that your girlfriend?” Tony asked as he walked in.
“Ah! Mr. Stark, how long were you right there?” Peter whirled around to look at Tony. Tony rose an eyebrow, his smile only growing.
“Not long. Tell me about the girl,” Tony sauntered into his office and sat behind his desk. Peter was absolutely red in the face and obviously looking for any way out of this conversation.
“What girl?” Peter played dumb.
“Come on, kid. You’ve got to be a better liar than that to fool me… unless it’s not a girl, which is fine. Tell me about them.”
Peter sighed and sat in one of the chairs on the other side of Tony’s desk. He was still obviously blushing, “She’s from my school, and we’ve been dating for a while.”
“Jesus, I don’t think I had a relationship that lasted longer than six days when I was your age. How do you do it?” Tony say up, suddenly fascinated by the conversation. He thought maybe this was a two week thing, something casual, and the ‘I love you’ that was exchanged was premature and naïve. However after learning the time frame of the relationship he had to rethink that; maybe it was sincere.
“She’s really great,” Peter mumbled, still obviously embarrassed.
“Well where are you taking this great girl? And why haven’t I met her? Does your Aunt know about her?”
“Yeah Aunt May knows and we’re going to the art museum. She likes to make fun of the classics. And I guess you haven’t met her because I didn’t think you wanted to. ”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“I dunno, you’re busy, I guess. And it’s just a normal thing, not a super hero thing.”
Tony suddenly felt kind of bad about that. He wanted to know these things, if only because he was nosey. At that moment, he decided the previous matters on which this meeting was called on was no longer important. He wanted to know all about Peter’s girlfriend, and this date they were supposed to be having. This was kind of big. First loves were important right? People married their high school sweet hearts all the time. Sure those marriages often ended in divorce but sometimes they don’t. Tony realized there was so much wisdom he needed to share with Peter. Were they being safe, taking the proper precautions so they didn’t ruin their future with a baby?!
“Okay, kid,” Tony inhaled sharply, trying to put his spiraling thoughts to rest, “Tell me all about this girl.”
Peter eventually had to leave to go on his date, but Tony just wasn’t satisfied with simply hearing about the girl. So he called in someone who understood the concept of trusting no one and treating everyone like they’re suspicious.
“Hey Natasha,” he spoke on the phone.
“So Underoos has a girlfriend.”
“Yeah, her name is Y/N.”
“You already searched her up?”
“No Peter told me about her, the time you asked me to keep an eye on him while you were in Mumbai.”
“He just told you about her?!”
“He needed advice on what kind of flowers to get her. If it makes you feel better, I also did some background checks and things like that on her. She’s an average student, she’s a part of few little clubs, most notably she’s on the newspaper. She’s got some award winning articles too. I think she wants to be a journalist.”
“They’ve been together six months Natasha.”
“I know, tonight is there six month anniversary. They’re going to a couple of museums. They’re at the art museum right now.”
“… Are you trailing them?”
“Of course I am. This Y/N girl is great for him, I can’t let him screw it up.”
Tony was quiet for a beat, “I’ll meet you there.”
Tony and Natasha watched from far off at the two teens. They held hands as they walked through the art museum. She pointed at a painting and said something that made Peter laugh. Tony put in an ear piece that allowed him to hear what the two was saying.
“I’m just saying, Daphne turned into a fucking tree,” Y/N laughed, “Ancient Greek mythology is fucked up.”
“She swears a lot,” Tony grumbled, he looked over to Natasha to see her smiling a little, “Natasha!” he chastised.
“What? It’s kind of funny.”
The couple kept walking. Y/N rested her head on Peter’s shoulder as they went to the next painting. It was of Sappho and her many lovers. Y/N read the description in front of the painting aloud.
“ Sappho and a close friend, huh?” she said sarcastically.
“Mmhm, just two gals being pals,” Peter agreed.
“Oh yeah, because I kiss my girl friends on the mouth all the time. No homo, dude.”
“Definitely not. Sappho was just a woman who was close friends with a lot of other women.”
“Yeah, nothing gay about that, dude. She totally wasn’t a lesbian.”
“Oh no definitely not.”
They were both starting to laugh, because the picture in front of them was so blatantly gay. Y/N continued on about how historians will go to any lengths to make things heterosexual. Natasha was trying to keep it together and not outright laugh at the things Y/N said. Tony was trying very hard not to instantly like Y/N, because he didn’t even know this girl, but he couldn’t help but to smile every time Peter laughed. Peter was just a kid in love with her, and he so rarely embraced being a kid. He was trying to be more mature so he could be a better super hero, but these precious moments of youth were passing him by. He couldn’t help but to think Y/N was good for him. Y/N and Peter got to a particular sculpture in which she tried to mimic the pose the statue was in. It was admittedly a complete failure, but Peter tried to. He was no closer to matching the pose than she was. They laughed at their mutual failure and continued on. They eventually left the art museum and got lunch together.
“She’s a good kid,” Natasha assured as they sat with their coffee al fresco across the street from the restaurant the two of you went in to.
“Well I didn’t think she’d be bad… just maybe not right for Peter. He’s a sweet kid, and people like to crush kindness when they find it.”
“This girl has been with him for six months, and do you know how many times Peter has cancelled plans with her to go save someone in need. She doesn’t even know he’s Spider-Man. She just trusts that whatever he’s doing is important… so if anyone is going to get hurt in all of this… it’s probably her.”
“How many times has he cancelled.”
“14,” Natasha over articulated then took a sip of her coffee.
“Jesus,” Tony sighed.
“Yep, and she’s still here.”
“He should tell her.”
“I think so too, but he’ll only take so much advice from me. But you know how much being a superhero can strain on a relationship, maybe he’d take the advice better from you.”
Tony turned his head and watched as Y/N pulled out a box from her purse. He listened in on their conversation.
“I know we both agreed not to get each other presents until our year anniversary, but I saw this and I thought of you,” Y/N spoke.
Peter went to speak, obviously about to chastise her for getting him a gift but she held up a hand to stop him.
“I didn’t spend a dime on it.”
Peter opened the box and a smile took over his face. It was a super old polaroid camera that 1977 would soon be calling for.
“You know now that I think about it… that’s probably worth a lot of money,” she spoke offhandedly, “But I don’t use it anymore, and I know you’ve been collecting cameras so…just promise me you won’t sell it.” she shrugged again. Tony could tell she was trying to seem casual about the gift, but she’d probably spent days trying to figure out what to get Peter.
“Of course I’m not going to sell it. How did you just have this?”
“It was a gift from my grandma,” she sighed, Peter motioned to give it back, “No, you keep it. I never use it, and my grandma would have wanted someone to use that camera, and love it the way you love the rest of your cameras.”
“… I will,” he gave her a soft smile. He put the camera’s strap around his neck. He then reached into his own pocket to get a small box.
“Looks like neither of us can follow directions,” Peter smiled ruefully as he slid the box to her.
“God dammit, Parker. I wanted to be the master gift giver this time,” she joked as she took the box. She undid the bow around it and opened the box. She looked up at him, confused by the content of the box, or rather surprised.
“It’s a uh… a promise ring,” Peter was red again, “Not to get too intense or anything… it’s just that I know it bothers you that I cancel a lot… even though you don’t say anything about it. I just wanted to show you that I really do want to keep you forever.”
“Oh god that’s so sweet, I’m gonna throw up,” Natasha groaned.
“Jeez, who raised this kid.” Tony complained looking away from the scene he thought to be cringe worthy, because of course that was too much for a high school relationship. It was entirely too much.
“His aunt is a hopeless romantic.” Natasha explained.
“You’re gonna make me cry, Pete,” Y/N spoke and as she did she seemed to already be dabbing tears from her eyes.
“Oh wow, she’s into it,” Tony said surprised by the turn of events. Peter pulled his own ring on as Y/N put on hers. Y/N leaned over the table and kissed Peter. It wasn’t one of those long winded kisses that Rom-Coms glorify, it was sweet and simple.
“Ew this is too sweet. I think I’m getting diabetes just from watching it,” Tony complained but he didn’t look away. As Y/N sat back on her side of the booth, Peter put his camera up and snapped a picture of her.
“Pete,” she complained.
“I want to remember this moment forever,” He explained as he pulled the picture from the little slot and shook it absently.
“Yeah but I’ve still got tears in my eyes,” she laughed a little. Peter smiled as he looked down at the slowly forming picture.
“You look beautiful,” Peter assured turning the picture toward her.
“We’ve got another museum to go to, silly boy,” she reminded, “We can’t spend forever here.”
Tony came back to himself at her words. He and Natasha should go. They should allow Peter the youthful innocence of his first love without prying eyes.