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blissfulparker · 4 years ago

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A Work in progress→T.H

Parings: Tom Holland x Actress!reader

Summary: when You and Tom both have each other as a celebrity crush, you two unknowingly take on the role of each other’s lovers in a new movie and are expected to make it real. When the director puts the two of you in a house for the weekend to get to know each other there is little more to rehearsing than just your lines.

Warnings: awkwardness in the first half, smut(oral female), sexual tension

A/n: this is based off of a blurb I did, where it was just from a physical affection prompt list that I went off on! I hope you guys enjoy 💗

Wc: 4k

Tom didn’t know why he was so nervous as he opened the large glass doors to the conference building. His palms were sweaty as he walked alone rather than with his brother and assistant Harry.

He loved working on new projects, new films, meeting new people but the scare of not knowing the new people made him nervous. At this point he normally would be able to get some sort of name, do some research on said person but this time they gave him nothing but a script.

The script was more of a love story. a serious role but one where he could be more seductive and serious, he could let go of the goofy teenager character he seemed to be stuck with.

His character, Jack, who would be the corrupt business man who falls for the one trying to bring down his company, the main female protagonist, Beth.

The meeting started at 10:00. Always being early he seemed to see someone else was too. You stand in front of the coffee machine, trying to get it to work as you waited for the meeting to start—or at least people to come in.

“Oi let me help you with that—“ he offers but a small Yelp comes from your mouth as you quickly turn around and hit your head against the British accented stranger.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry! You scared me half to death—“ you hold your head as you look up, a wave of heat washes over your body and you don’t know if it was just because you hit your head hard enough or if it was because you finally figured out who you were working with.

“I should’ve said something else first, I’m so sorry—“ fuck. He thinks as he looks at you. You who managed to make a way onto the list of celebrities he wants to work with. You who also made it on the list of celebrities he wants to date.

The fans knew quickly he had a tiny crush on you. As he once liked a fan edit of the two of you on the read carpet. He seemed to be one of the firsts to like your Instagram photos and even mentioning your name in an interview saying how pretty you were.

You were the same, with smaller fame of course. You along with half of the other population who enjoyed marvel movies and dorky characters, you fell in love with the curly haired British boy. Finding him extremely talented and a heartthrob of course, you quickly dreamt about working with him but laughed about it never coming true.

Now he was in front of you. His chin red from where your head collided with it and he only stares at you in response.

The awkward silence quickly filled as the two of you tried and laugh off the interaction.

“Tom—“

“(Y/n)—“ you both say your names at the same time. Him going in for a handshake and you going in for an awkward hug. The two of you stop and laugh it off before deciding a simple handshake was the way to go. You had never wanted to quit your entire career more than now.

“Oh! Perfect!” Finally as the tension was cut the director walked into the room. Two people followed behind and you took a deep breath already nervous for the new film and exactly what Toms role was. As far as you read, the main female character, who you were to be playing, had to be in lingerie a few times in front of the main male character. There were also sex scenes, plenty of kiss scenes and sexual tension. You were fit for the character but you were not fit for Tom. All your fantasies about him were just fantasies.

“I see the two of you have already met. But If not, (y/n) meet Tom, Tom meet (y/n) you two will be working together for the next few months as I’m sure you are aware of your roles. (Y/n) will be playing the lover and spy where Tom you will be playing the businessman. I’m sure we already know our positions…” the director starts and you swallow hard.

Tom doesn’t know if you’re looking or not to see the pink shade coming to his cheeks and making him hot. You were just an actress, he thought, an actress who just had to play the role. He was an actor as well, he reminds himself. A very good one for the fact so he didn't want to mess this up all because of one silly crush.

“We want to put you two in a house together.” The director claps his hands together making you nearly spit out the coffee you had in front of you. Tom's head snaps to look at you as you cough a bit trying to digest the words.

“You want us to live together?” Tom speaks for you it seems.

“We only want to see your chemistry! The fans, the academy, loves chemistry! Trust me, people will love the movie but they will not care if they see just two other actors acting to be in love. Not really caring you know? We want to see you guys build a bond, passion, some sort of love even if you lie to us about it to make it believable. Run through your lines, skinny dip with each other for all we care we just want to see passion!” You feel like his words are turning into a dream as he speaks. You feel your heart pounding at his words and try your hardest to keep your calm.

“And where will we be going?” You finally find the strength to speak. If it was anyone else you would not care, reminding yourself you are a good actress and have acted like you wanted to fuck a man you hate. But this was a man you actually wanted to fuck, a man you actually wanted real passion with.

“We rented you two a flat in spain,” he mentions, right, where you’ll be shooting, you think. “It’s only three days and if you want more we will give you more if you don’t we will let you free. Every expense is paid for, go to dinner, have wine, everything will be on the film. This is both of your chances at big awards this year. This is for you and for us.” You could almost feel Toms body heat as he was just as nervous as you, you didn’t know why though. He was the heartthrob, he was the actor that was wanted left and right, this was your big chance at a movie that can skyrocket your career.

The next hour feels torturous as all you could think about was what this house looked like for the two of you. Did it have two rooms? Two bathrooms? Why did your head hit his chin? Is there a bump? What if he hates you? What if he’s secretly seeing someone and just doesn’t want to announce it? All thoughts ran through your head as you had to make this your best acting gig yet. Except the most acting might be pretending not to love Tom the way you do.

Three days. That’s all it was. You would spend three days in whatever this house looked like and all you would have to do is pretend to get to know Tom. All while trying not to expose how much you truly like him.

There were rumors he had a crush on you, of course you saw the interview and noticed how he liked your pictures but you also knew his co-stars from Spider-Man so your thoughts were friendly.

Taking an Uber to the destination, you pull up to this beautiful Italian cottage. Gorgeous stone walls and large driveway, If there was one emotion to be real about this entire thing, it would be that you were spoiled with this house.

You were already nervous as people started to catch on through social media, his fans seeming to know his constant move now quickly knowing yours.

‘Stars (y/n) (y/l/n) and Tom Holland possibly take on a new film with one another: here’s what we know’

‘Why is Tom in Italy?’ ‘Is (y/n) in Italy?’ ‘Rumor is they are filming together soon’

Your heart rushed with comments you had read. Maybe this wasn’t for you, maybe you should stay with doing small movies where you were a side character or something simple. Keep the small amount of followers you had compared to Toms 40 million.

As you go up to knock on the door wondering if he’s already beat you to the place, the door opens and reveals the sight of Tom.

Another Yelp escapes your lips as you jump at Tom opening the door so quickly.

“If we’re living together I think you should hold off on scaring me.” You take a deep breath. His hair was wet, he was fresh out of a shower.

“Sorry darling! They told me your flight landed at 2:00 and well...it’s 2:00 so you aren’t supposed to be here until like 3:00.” He claims and you take a deep breath. Three days, you remind yourself, don’t mess it up.

“Oh…” you swallow.

“Not that I didn’t want to see you! It’s nice to see you again, you look really nice!” He says as you wear the sweats and the sweatshirt from the airport. “Let me help you with those.” He grabs your bags for you and you smile letting him take it. He leans in just close enough for you to smell the aftershave he put on, his muscles flex as he grabs your bags making this all the harder for you.

The night was young, fans already knew, this was your shot at making it big, Tom's shot of winning an Oscar, you two needed to work together. Pushing aside the worried one sided emotion and be able to make a movie that blows people away

“Have you ever done anything like this before?” You asked as you walked into the kitchen. It was now late, you were starving, you and Tom already getting to know each other but it was strange.

“No, I mean the most I’ve done for a chemistry read is take the person out to dinner.” He laughs a little and then runs a hand through his hair. “Speaking of dinner...should we grab something or make something. Unless you had plans of your own then that’s totally fine—“ he starts to ramble and you laugh.

“I cannot cook, so unless you can I prefer to pick something up.” You cut him off to make sure he doesn’t go on and on.

“Have you ever pizza from Italy before?” He asks and you lean against the counter.

“I’ve never been in Italy before.” You shrugged and he grew a smirk. He turns on his heels as if he already has an idea.

“Then I know a place.” He walks out of the room to grab his phone.

You feel your heart pounding as you check your phone. You made a mistake by opening your Twitter, 10k new followers, 50k mentions and plenty more all regarding Tom. You only hoped he wasn’t the type to use Twitter as it was flooded with people wanting you guys to be together.

Your mind swarms with the thought of your character again. Soon you’d have to stand in front of your celebrity crush, half naked, trying to seduce him. It was going to be more awkward if you guys were friends.

“Are you coming?” He calls out and you quickly shove your phone in your back pocket before grabbing your purse to go.

Three days and you feel like you’re already going to snap.

It was a lovely little place he brought you to. You didn’t know If he’d come to Italy often but he clearly knew a decent way around the city. The two of you sat in the corner of a dimly lit Italian restaurant, sharing pizza and feeling more comfortable with each other as the night went on. He was just another person, you thought, nothing to worry about.

“We didn’t order any wine.” You stop the server as he pours both you and Tom a glass. Tom already drunk off of the beer he had and you only enjoying his presence.

“Ah it’s on the house, such a lovely couple in such a lovely city! You two should have fun!” The server winks. You almost protest to stop him telling him that you and Tom were nearly just coworkers stuck in a house for three days.

But rather Tom thanks the server and takes the glass. Your heart pounding as you pick up the glass as well, the boys eyes already red from how much he’s had already and you can tell you have to take him home.

“You know I was nervous to be working with you.” He took a sip before setting it down. “When I saw you I was like ‘shit this is happening’ and freaked out.” He admitted and you try to hold back the butterflies in your stomach.

“You freaked out for working with me?” You swallowed and he nodded.

“Well look at you, you’re gorgeous! Anyone would be lucky to work with you, as your lover as well.” He falls back into the booth and stares at the décor on the ceiling.

“So you read all the scenes?” You ask and he nodded.

“Of course i did! I only improve when I feel like it.” He shrugs, taking another sip.

“You said you’re method too.” You remember from one interview you watched years ago. Your voice was more of a whisper, more to yourself but he grows a soft smirk as he turns his head to face you.

“So you watched my interviews.” He says feeling cocky. You roll your eyes taking another sip of wine yourself to hopefully drown out the embarrassment you just gave yourself.

“As if I don’t see you being the first to like my posts, Holland.” You avoid eye contact and rather look around the room but Tom only focuses on you.

When you catch his eyes they’re sober, this whole time he was telling stories in a drunken state and now he looks at you with glossy soft eyes as if he wants to hear more.

“So you see me liking your posts?” He teases and you finally look at him.

“I see everyone liking my posts. Why do you follow me?” You challenge and he holds back a smirk.

“You’re friends with Z, why do you follow me?” He asks back and you feel yourself straighten.

“Z is friends with a lot of people, I don’t see you following all of them?” You argue and he falls back into the booth again with a soft chuckle.

“So not only do you follow me but you stalk me?” He teases and you groan.

“Not what I meant.” You see how much wine you have left, not a lot as your nerves filled you and the wine didn’t calm you. “You liked a fan edit of us a year ago. We’ve never met until a few days ago.” You rest your head on your hand that props itself up against the table. That’s what makes him lose his game, he turns a light shade of red before quickly straightening himself up.

“You’re talented, why don’t we see more of you?” He asks about your roles.

“You’re about to see everything in a few days.” You mumble and he chokes on his wine.

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*Beth removes her robe in front of Jack, slowly stalking towards him wearing the tight black lingerie* *she crawls on top of his sleepy figure and points a gun*

It was embarrassing that such a scene turned him on after finding out who it was with. After finding out it was you, he read over every single sex scene, strip scene, makeout scene to make sure everything was real.

“Oh relax.” You hold back a smile. “You’re the Method actor, remember?” You tease. He leans forward, he’s not sure how he’s gotten so confident but he takes your glass and drinks from it before setting it down.

“Yeah, I am. We should rehearse some things, get more comfortable.” He suggests and you look at him up and down. His lips slightly stained reddish pink from the wine, his skin damp from how hot the room was, and he looked at you as if no one else was in the room.

“And where should we start?” You swallow, you can’t get shy now. You’ve dreamt about this moment and now it’s happening.

“Well, if we’re starting with their meeting, I think it would go something like this.” He leans in and places a soft kiss on your neck. You’re frozen as his lips are soft and warm, he pulls back and realizes what he’s done. His thoughts of you, his crush on you, the warm alcohol that ran through his blood all while being in Italy got the best of him.

“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done—“ he started and you leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to kiss lips. His eyes go wide softly as if he was a school boy getting his first kiss.

“More wine?” The waiter comes back and Tom snaps out of it for a split second.

“We’ll take the check.”

Your hands tangled in with his messy hair, his shirt already off as he was warm from the summer heat Italy provided. His lips trail down from your lips to your neck as he plays with the strings of the summer dress you wore.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” His words mumbled into your chest as he lets the shoulders of your dress fall.

“Why? You want to admit you have a crush on me now?” you teased and when he looks up his eyes are darker. The sweet chocolate puppy dog eyes before now darkened as his lips were swollen and his face was hot. His hands rest at your hips with a tight grip as he wants more.

“You admitted to stalking my interviews and who i follow so i should be asking you that question.” he teased and you rolled your eyes. Your Only respond by pushing his head back into your chest where he planted soft kisses trailing down.

“So soft,” he takes off the bra you wore. Hes thought about this moment but would never admit it. Hes thought about how soft your skin is and how you looked under his touch with his head in between your legs—

“Do something tom.” you groan as he is on his knees for you. Your dress bunched at your waist, all exposed for him as he takes off the black lace underwear you wore under the dress.

“All for me?” he asks and your head hits the back of the wall, your hands go to his hair and he kisses gently at your thigh. “Say something, darling.” darling, you think about the way he says that word. The simple nickname that made you melt. Darling, that was going to be the death of you.

“Y-yes!” you find the words. “I-I don’t think this is apart of the script though.” You still try and be playful and just below your eyes you can see he has a playful and cocky smirk.

“This,” his thumb rubs at your clit as he looks up. His lips cherry red and his smirk is full view to you as he sees your eyes flutter shut as your head was thrown back. “This is where I improve.” he replaces his thumb with his tongue as he pumps his middle finger in and out of you. Your hands grip his hair as you moan his name, his name that you thought of so many times before this in your dreams.

Your knees go weak as his one hand pins your hips against the wall and his other fingers thrusted in and out of you while his tongue works at your clit.

“Tommy!” The nickname slipped, you didn’t mean it but you imagined it sometimes long before you met him and just had a crush.

“Huh darling? Like that? Want to cum?” His words horse and his accent thicker. “That’s right...” he almost laughs as he can see how much you’re whimpering. “Cum for me.”

You fall under his touch with soft moans leaving your lips. The wave of euphoria washes over you and you struggle to open back up your eyes and come back to reality.

He comes back up to face you, this time you have a thin layer of sweat over your forehead and your chest rises as you catch your breath. You take Tom's fingers and take them into your mouth. Acting as if it were him in your mouth you work your tongue around his finger before taking them out with a pop.

His eyes stare and he almost winces at how hard he is. How hard you've made him.

“This is going to be the best damn movie i've ever filmed.” he nearly whispers as you bite down on your lip before pulling him back into your lips.

This was going to be the best six months of your life.

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draqcnheartstrinq · 7 years ago

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Vitalum Vitalis: Stark’s Secret

Part III

Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Word count: 3.558 Warning: Nothing

A little reminder that this is a slow burn series, don’t expect this to be quick and easy ;)

VV Masterpost | Part IV: Wants You

The days passed slowly after Tony’s call. Peter waited with lots of patience until saturday rolled by but the seconds, the minutes and the hours couldn’t go fast enough. The boy was a nervous disaster waiting to happen, with his foot tapping in class that made everybody glare daggers at him, the anxious peeking of his ears whenever the mysterious incident was mentioned in conversations at school leading to him bumping into anyone and everyone on his way, the books that he randomly threw into his locker without giving it a second glance so next time he opened it everything would fall in a giant pile and created a mess on the floor.

MJ had to call him back to reality many times, pulling him out of his string of thoughts so he could focus on the decathlon team again. Ned often caught him in the middle of his daydreaming and snapped his fingers before Peter could pound the hammer on his own thumb in robotics. He was just one big bundle of nerves.

Even May had her suspicions of something important happening with her nephew, but she chose wisely and decided not to pry into the subject. He would talk to her eventually, like he always did (apart from his whole Spider-Man persona, but she had understood his decision of keeping that a secret over time).

Saturday came unexpectedly as Peter tried to focus his attention on anything but “Stark’s Secret” or SS for short, that’s how the press and the newsreaders had started calling the whole incident. Everybody suspected The Avengers and specifically Tony Stark to keep this piece of vital information away from civilization, away from the bigger public as a way to protect everyone. Or at least as much people as possible. Nobody knew for certain though, nobody had the slightest of ideas of what was really going on and as long as Tony himself didn’t speak up about the matter, nobody would get to see the truth.

That’s why Peter was so excited. He got to understand what everybody else didn’t, he got to be a part of the secret, of Stark’s Secret. It was supposed to scare him, another secret he would have to keep to himself, another responsibility that would lay on his shoulders.

Still, for some reason, he felt good about it and it didn’t frighten or even worry him. Not in the slightest.

He was excited and happy and nervous, but not scared.

When the Avengers Facility came into sight Peter wanted to jump for joy. He had been there a few times before and it still looked like the same impressive building it had been in previous meetings, but now he was here for a totally different reason, to be let in on a secret that only superheroes knew about. It was exhilarating.

He went up the front steps, looking around the grounds like he always did and went to the large front door before pressing a button that was supposed to be the doorbell. It looked more like a button at the dentist that notifies the people inside that you’re at the door, waiting for them to press another button that allowed the door to open. In fact, that’s exactly how this bell worked too. Peter heard a faint ringing from inside and not long after, F.R.I.D.A.Y. opened the door for him on behalf of Tony Stark. She guided him towards the sitting room with the plain white couches and big wide bar by only her voice.

“Please, Peter, get comfortable while you wait for Mr. Stark to arrive, he will be here any minute now.”

“Thank you Karen, I-I mean F.R.I.D.A.Y., yeah F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

“Goodday Peter”, she answered back with a slight hint of amusement, although Peter was quite sure he had only imagined the chuckle in her words. “She’s a program, she’s not meant to laugh, you idiot”, he convinced himself.

A few seconds passed that the boy put to good use, he calmed down with steady breathing and closed eyes, laid his fidgeting hands on his jeans to wipe the clammy sweat off his palms and stopped tapping his foot against the tiled floor.

When his Spidey senses picked up the rapid sounds of fancy shoes in the hallway, he spun his head to the entrance of the room. Two thuds later Tony stood in the doorway and smiled towards the teenager when he spotted him on the much too large couch. Peter made to sit up straight and even stood when he saw Tony smiling.

“Parker, you made it! Fantastic to see you again, how’s school been in Senior Year so far?”

“Good, sir, very eventful.” Tony looked at him with a raised brow and a tiny smirk until Peter realised his mistake.

“Right, I’m sorry. I mean good, Mr. Stark.”

“Much better,” he answered with a wink “because “sir” makes me f-”

“Feel old”, Peter finished his sentence.

“You’re a quick learner, kid, use it wisely”, were the last things he said before walking out of the room again and motioning for Peter to follow him further into the building.

“Of course”, he whispered in response and trailed behind the man.

It felt like they were walking through the polished hallways for longer than one could ever imagine, the scale of this building was extraordinary. In reality only a minute had passed, but everything was so dramatically stretched out in Peter’s eyes because of the anticipation clogging his mind. The soft steps of Tony’s shoes on the black tiled floor guided Peter further into the facility than he had ever been. Just when the boy wanted to ask how much further they needed to go, Tony stopped before a large door and spun around on his heels, looking Peter in his eyes. The gesture peaked his interest.

“Behind this door is the… person I want you to meet”, he started talking in his usual authoritative tone, “I would like to first make some things clear, before we enter.”

The boy didn’t know what to answer to his request, he just nodded and hoped it was enough for Tony to continue.

“First of all, she’s not quite herself yet, she’s been held in special care for the last two weeks and has only had two days to get used to the environment outside of that specific room.”

“It’s a girl?” Peter blurted out, also startling himself.

“I’m not done yet, kid.”

He tilted his head downwards, scolding himself for being so eager, “I’m sorry Mr. Stark, please continue.” Tony smiled and shook his head, eventually he did as Peter told him to.

“Second of all, and really take this one into account, she doesn’t know about anything. Not about recent media, not about how to behave, she doesn’t know who the president of America is, doesn’t know the name of any bands, singers or actors, doesn’t know where she comes from or even what happened to her. The only things she does know is the common knowledge kids of your age learn about in school, like sciences. But anything that has to do with human culture, she doesn’t understand.”

By now Peter’s eyebrows had pulled together and his right hand had tangled itself in his hair. She was of his age, she didn’t understand how the world worked, but at the same time did know the things he was struggling with in school (even though Peter didn’t struggle that much at all).

“So, Parker, I’d like to ask you to take it slow with her. Don’t bombard her with questions, don’t give her an overdose on human history, just get to know her. She’s in need of a friend”, Tony talked as if he already cared a great deal about this girl, his eyes shining with worry and maybe even a little proudness at Peter’s reaction so far, he had kept his cool.

Now he understood why Mr. Stark had needed specifically him for this, why the man had called him of all people. The girl needed someone of her own age around, someone she could connect with on another level than she would with all the adults in the building. She needed a friend.

“Does she at least speak English?” the teen joked with a little smirk, but still the frown on his forehead didn’t leave.

“Very funny, yes she does.”

Both males looked towards the door and as if on cue they sighed in unison. Tony winked one last time at the kid beside him before opening the door very quietly and calmly, as to not startle the person on the other side.

*~*~*~*~*~*

The door opened wide and gave out to a large living room with a totally different atmosphere than the other side of The Avengers Facility. It was homely and richly decorated with couches as comfortable as they could get, cushions everywhere, a bar at the end of the room, a fireplace with a tv above it, yellow lights and a window as big as the wall that gave the room its natural lighting.

In the middle, between all the couches stood the girl, nervously twisting her hands and slightly pacing back and forth. When she heard the two males enter she stiffened, looked up and immediately locked eyes with Peter .

“How are you holding up, love”, Tony walked up to her and held her shoulders in his hands, leaving the boy standing at the door. She was smaller than the man, so she was forced to break eye contact with Peter and look up at Tony’s expression.

“You look taken care of, did the doctors treat you well?”

“Yes, of course, like always.” Peter heard her voice sound through the room for the first time, it was soft and hesitant, shy even. He wouldn’t have expected anything else from a person that seemed to have dropped onto a totally foreign planet. He studied her, looked at the way she slumped forward into Tony’s grasp and the way her eyes fluttered. She definitely didn’t seem to feel at home yet.

“Darling, this is Peter Parker, the guy I talked to you about. He’s a charming young man and I’m sure you’ll get along just fine, won’t you Mr. Parker?” Tony looked him straight in the eyes, taking nothing else but a “yes” as an answer.

“Of course Mr. Stark”, he answered as to not disappoint Tony. He looked pleased and took on his normal and content attitude again.

“Well then, I’ll let you alone for a few minutes, I have some business to attend to. Make sure to have fun, kids”, he walked back to the door, “but not too much fun. There’s a gray-”

“There’s a gray area in there and that’s where we operate?” Peter questioned. It wasn’t really a question though, more like a witty remark he threw towards Tony.

“You got it, Parker”, Stark winked and left the room at once.

Now, Peter felt the pressure of starting up the conversation by himself. There was no Mr. Stark with his fast answers, no Ned to light up the mood, no MJ to come up with an interesting topic and no May to make the girl feel comfortable in her presence. It was just him and his awkward stuttering, with this person he didn’t even know the name of.

But that was exactly what made him ask his first question.

“What’s your name?” he blurted out after staring at her for a few long seconds from across the room. She avoided his eyes this time around, not ones meeting his curious gaze. It looked like she struggled to find her words, like she was just as nervous as he was feeling. It made him that slight bit more confident.

“I don’t know,” she answered and held her head even lower than before, her voice slightly shaky, “I don’t think I have one.”

There it was again, the silence, it rang through Peter’s ears like the loudest noise he had ever heard.

Good, so, she didn’t know anything, at the same time knew everything he wanted to know, he wasn’t allowed to ask too many questions, wasn’t allowed to bombard her with information and she didn’t have a name he could call her by, all the while he was supposed to get to know her, or at least get closer to her and offer her some friendship. This was proving itself to become a rather difficult task.

He walked closer to her, at least trying to break down the wall that was neatly placed between them, brick by brick, her light starting to shine from the other side.

“Well, I’m Peter Parker, as you probably already knew. It’s nice to meet you.” He took a few more steps towards the couches she was still standing next to.

“I mean, it’s a pretty big deal to meet someone that’s kept away from all other outsiders and the entirety of the world outside this building.” He smiled before he realised that the words that just left his lips, weren’t as well picked out as he thought they were in his head. How was she meant to feel better after hearing she was literally kept away, hidden from society? Her eyebrows turned inwards and her gaze came to land on his embarrassed feetures.

“No! That wasn’t right! I wanted to say that it’s just rather special and honouring for me to be meeting you, y-you understand? Like, you fell out of the sky and you’re a mystery to all America, probably even the world, they don’t even know you’re a girl and I’m h-here… here getting to know you an-”

He was cut off by soft chuckles that rang through the room and echoed in his ears. They made him look up once again, seeing her eyes light up and matching her dusted cheeks. “I’m sorry,’ another chuckle escaped her fingers slid slightly over her mouth and covered the sounds, “you were rambling. That’s adorable.”

The words slipped from her mouth so casually, she acted like she didn’t just drop a bombshell on him. The words just seemed to leave her like they were the most normal thing to say. On the other end of the spectrum stood Peter as he felt the heat rise to his cheeks and the tips of his ears, he must have looked as red as a lobster. He stopped staring the moment he noticed her coming closer and stretching out her hand for him to shake.

“Alive, they call me Alive… Ali for short. You can call me that if you want”, she said with a tiny smile. They both shook hands and took a second to get a better look at one another, appreciate the other’s presence. Only when their hands touched did he notice the soft fabric around her fingers. It hadn’t been noticeable from a distance, but from up close he could clearly see two gloves covering her hands in the same colour as her skin.

It took him a while to pull away, so many questions forming in his head every few minutes he was around her. One question at a time, Peter, take it slow.

“Alive? Why would they call y-”

“It’s a funny story, really. Want to sit down first? Something to drink?” she pointed at the bar.

“Water would be nice.” Peter took a seat on the white couch closest to the fire as Alive made her way over to the drinks. She quickly returned with a glass of water in her hand, giving it to the boy next to her.

“You don’t want anything for yourself?

“No, I’m fine.” She uncomfortably shifted in her seat, the familiarity from only seconds ago had already left.

“Soooo,” he dragged out, “why did they name you “Alive”?”

“Well, it’s going to take a while for me to explain, I don’t want to waste your time…” she politely told him, hesitant to give him the full story.

“I’m here to talk to you, you’re not wasting my time at all. P-please go on.” He mentally scoffed at his stutter, apparently it was a part of him, not being able to talk to anyone without stumbling over his words. She stayed quiet for a bit longer, contemplating his sincerity. When she didn’t read anything but honesty in his eyes, she continued.

“Well, when I fell from the sky, I was unconscious and stayed like that even when Tony brought me to the facility. He told me that, a couple minutes after F.R.I.D.A.Y. had scanned me and declared me alive and well, I stopped breathing out of nowhere.” Peter listened intently to her story, genuinely interested in what happened to her after she was taken from society’s eyes. So many uncontrollable and uncommon things had happened these last months and even years, but for some reason he felt connected with her part of it all.

“They had to keep surveillance on me every day and night because I wasn’t able to breathe on my own anymore, my organs started failing, apparently it happened very quick and even F.R.I.D.A.Y. was barely able to warn everyone in time. I had to be put on all kinds of medical equipment to stay alive, Tony and everyone else were put under a lot of stress.” She swallowed deeply and Peter couldn’t help but notice the frown made of guilt that adorned her face. It wasn’t her fault, he knew that, but apparently she felt ashamed of the pressure she had made everyone go through. However, he didn’t stop her from talking, he was just there to listen.

“Anyways, the point is that, when I did wake up, when my body was recovered, everyone started cheering. They all said something along the lines of “She’s alive! She’s alive”. And so dumb little, and above all, sleepy me answered “Who calls themselves Alive? Where am I?”. It was really stupid, but everyone started mocking me about it and so, I guess it stuck.”

The boy’s smile had grown into a full on toothy grin as he saw her explaining the silly behavior of what were supposed to be the adults around here, and her silly behaviour too of course. She shook her head with a smirk and it made Peter feel a little bit more cheery about not only her story, but also the girl herself.

“You’ll probably never forget that, though, it’s really something to remember the moment by”, he answered her hesitant eye contact.

“Yeah, I guess it is.”

The pair kept talking for a while, about little everyday things, getting to know one another a bit more with every topic that passed. She wanted to know more about the concept of “school” and “education” whilst Peter asked her about what she already knew about physics, chemistry and biology just by herself. He occasionally sipped from his glass of water and wondered how she didn’t have a dry throat yet from all the talking they did. He looked at how she started to make gestures with her gloved hands, how her hair fell around her feetures, how she held herself in front of him,... She was opening up more with every second they conversed.

Still, after an hour of being in each other’s company, Peter hadn’t asked any of the questions he really wanted to ask. Like why she was wearing gloves inside. Why did Tony keep her from the press and the civilians? Did she know about The Avengers and their job? Most importantly, did she know who Spider-Man was? The thought of her knowing that part of his life made a chill go up his spine. Alive was definitely someone he could see himself spending more time with, but his secret was only meant for people he trusted his own life with. She wasn’t one of those people quite yet, maybe she would never be.

Just when he was about to get some answers from her, Tony came through the doors of the wide living room again. Peter took his phone and checked the time, realising they had been chatting for an hour and a half.

“Parker, I think she’s had enough of you today, if you would please follow me back to the entrance again?” Mr. Stark winked at the both of them, obviously joking with his slight stab towards Peter. “I hope the boy didn’t annoy you too much, Ali?”

“No Tony, he was rather nice to have around”, she answered and stood up with Peter to walk him out of the room. She smiled at him, hoping to receive one from him as well.

He did smile back at her, a genuine one at that. The only thing that kept him from being fully pleased with the encounter was the answers he didn’t get to his thousands of questions.

He made sure to keep them in the back of his mind, he would get his answers eventually, when they would meet up again in the future. He caught himself thinking that, hopefully, that next encounter was going to be soon. Alive had made an awfully endearing and mysterious impression on him. It left him hungry for more.

Part IV: Wants You

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