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claraswritings · 5 years

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The Right Choice

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Warnings: Erm..Endgame spoilers (although the movies been out long enough).

Requested by: anonymous

A/N:

It had taken some amount of pestering your mother to agree to it but she’d finally agreed to you going on the Europe trip with Peters class. You’d managed to talk her into it by saying it would be educational and you’d missed a lot in the five years you were gone.

That and...You’d wanted so badly to spend time with Peter. He was one of the few people who understood you and he was funny, cute and smart to boot.

Things were...semi-returning to normal...or as close to normal as it ever would. You’d been angry for months after your father, Tony Stark, had decided to sacrifice himself. You were bitter that he’d left you, Morgan and your mother alone and no amount of visits from the other Avengers helped.

It was only in the past few weeks that you’d began to process it. You’d began to realise that there was nothing anyone could have done to talk your father out of it and the best thing you could do was whatever

**time skip**

You hadn’t expected the trip to go entirely smoothly, things very rarely did. You had not however expected Fury and some inter-dimensional man with a fishbowl to hijack your plans in Europe.

It seemed every time you got close to Peter. He’d be hauled off to help. In Venice you’d even convinced Ned and his whirlwind new girlfriend Betty to suggest the four of you went out for a coffee one evening but Fury had dragged Peter off before you’d even had the chance.

Fury had even gone to the extent of diverting the travel plans to Prague to get Peter to assist the newly dubbed Mysterio in destroying the Fire Elemental...thing that had been hell bent on destroying the city. The superhero duo seemed to dispatch of it and finally... FINALLY. It seemed the threat was gone and you could all relax and you hoped maybe now you could just spend a bit of time with the boy you liked.

**later that evening**

A knock startled you from your hotel room door and you jumped up from where you’d sat reading your book and headed to open the door.

Peter stood in front of you, changed out of his “Night Monkey” black suit and into a plaid shirt and jeans.

“Would you like to go for a walk?” He blurted out and it took you a moment to realise what he’d just said

You nodded. “Sure,”. You were quick to grab your bag and set off

As you walked the Prague street, you fell into easy conversation. Since the threat had gone, Peter seemed a lot more laid back.

“Look, [Name], I have to tell you something, I’ve meant to say since we got back from Germany but,” he gestured frustratedly “I’ve just...there’s never been a good time and if I don’t say it now I...l”

You looked down at your feet, figuring it would be easier for you both if you didn’t make direct eye contact. As you did you spotted a stray...something on the ground and kicked at it, only for it to whir to life and spurt out what looked like fire.

Wincing, you both reeled back, half expecting to be burned...when nothing happened, the pair of you exchanged glances.

“What...what was that,” Peter changed whatever he was saying and stared at it.

You approached the metal again and poked it with your shoe.

A projection of fire was shot into the air and in amongst it, a figure of Beck, shooting blasts to subdue it.

“What is that,” your voice was shaking. “What the hell? Was that...that Mysterio guy?”

Ever so carefully you picked it up and looked at it. Upon a closer inspection you could see it was like a drone but it was heavily dented and damaged.

Your fingers ran over the metal until they fell on a panel. You pushed it in and instantly the projection shot up again.

Mysterio floating, his green lasers subduing the threat of the elemental.

Peter stared at the projection for what felt like an age before met yours and the look on his face was one of pure dread.

“Uhh, I think I might have done something really terrible,”

**time skip**

When the call had came through from Peter to Happy, you’d felt overwhelmed by relief. He’d picked you up on the way at your insistence and when you’d reached the small village in the Netherlands, You stepped off the plane and ran to embrace Peter in a warm hug.

He returned it half heartedly. He looked defeated, tired and utterly shaken.

“How do I know you’re real?” His voice was cautious. His hair stuck up like he’d been running his hands through it and his eyes were cautious.

“What?” You pulled back, your arms holding his shoulders. “What are you-,”

“How do I know you’re not an illusion? One of Becks tricks,”

“I...Pete...I don’t know what you-“

“I saw you die...I saw... an illusion...Beck killed you....I also, I saw...” Peter stopped, he didn’t want to mention he saw the dead Tony Stark...”Tell me something only you and I know,”

“Okay” you searched your brain, “Okay, so when we went to Germany, i came into your room and we ordered room service...you had a pizza, I had chicken wings, we ordered two sundaes, and then we blamed it on Happy,”

“That was you?” The older mans voice came from behind you.

“You’re so great with my little sister, we took her to that diner in Queens and you gave her your cheeseburger even though you were hungry. We had strawberry milkshakes then we went to Coney Island, you took her on the coaster because I was too scared,”

Peter, still shaken, nodded. “Thank you, look...we need to go, we need to stop Beck,”

Together you boarded the plane and you busied yourself getting him some water.

As you handed him it, you sat down opposite him and looked at your shoes, noticed they were unlaced and you didn’t bother to lace them back up instead bringing your gaze up to focus on the boy next to you.

“I’m sorry I gave Beck EDITH...I thought maybe he could be the new Iron Man... instead,”

“Peter...that’s not your fault, Beck fooled everyone,” it pained you to see Peter so shaken. It wasn’t fair. “Pretty sure he had everyone convinced he was for real,”

“I...I just I don’t know why M...your dad...Mr Stark chose me,”

“Pete, he wouldn’t have left EDITH to you if he didn’t think you could handle being an Avenger...he thought a lot of you,” you tucked your legs up on the chair. “No one blames you Pete...Beck even had Fury convinced...and you know what he’s like,” you attempted to reassure him.

“Why though,” his voice sounded distant and a little lost. “He could have given EDITH to Ant-Man or Pym’s daughter or Strange or hell even Captain Marvel...Why me? I’m just a kid from Queens, god I’ve really messed this up,”

“You’re...so much more than you give yourself credit for,” you went to reach for his hand before withdrawing instead rubbing your hand on your jean leg. “My dad...he was unsure about a lot of things...not about you, Pete, he really believed in you, he saw potential in you,”

“And so do I...” your voice made him turn to look at you.

He’d liked you since you bonded on the flight to Germany however Happy had picked up on it surprisingly fast and had tried to do what he could to prevent Tony picking up on it.

Your confidence in him was refreshing.

“You don’t have to be the next Iron Man, just be Spider-Man,” your lips tweaked “it’s what you’re best at, you’re good at this Pete,”

He nodded and took a second to compose himself.

“Beck will be in London by now, we need to stop him,”

“We’ll get there as quick as we can,” you shot him a smile.

Peter stopped in his tracks, turned and spun back around to face you.

“I erm...I don’t have a suit, I don’t even have my web shooters,”

“Don’t worry, Pete, we’ve got you covered,” you nodded to Happy. “If you could do the honours,”

A sound came from behind him and Peter turned to look at where the back had opened into a small lab.

“Better get started, we haven’t got long,” you nodded.

The jet hovered and Happy turned to tell Peter he was in place.

Peter now turned to you. “You should...you should get Happy to take you back home,”

An indignant look crossed your face.

“No, not happening,”

Peter grasped your arms “I can’t have you in the line of fire. Beck won’t hesitate to go after you if you get in his way,”

“Look, I know you think that you have to look out for me since...” the words hung unsaid. “Since everything with my dad, but honestly Pete, You don’t need to protect me out of pity, I’m not going anywhere until I know Beck has been stopped and you’re okay,”

He ran a hand through his already messy hair “It’s not out of pity, it’s because I can’t let anyone get hurt...especially not you, not now that Becks knows that you know,”

You for a split second wanted to ask what “especially not you” meant but were distracted by the bigger question.

“Pete...Beck knows what?”

“He knows that you know Mysterio isn’t real,”

“I...” you faltered and realised even if Beck knew, you’d never leave Peter, “I don’t care, I’m not leaving you and going home, it’s not happening,”

“I can’t lose you,” Peter insisted only for a shout from Happy to cut him off

“Eh, Parker?” He called “you in position? looks like Becks already here,”

“Stay out of trouble,” Peter gripped your hand squeezing softly. “I’ll see you soon,”

Once the drones had been disabled, you exited the room before Happy or Peters friends could stop you. You had to know he was safe.

You’d ran up to the bridge, frantically scanning the rubble before your eyes landed on him. Mask off, heavily dusty and looking utterly exhausted, Peter appeared from behind some debris.

“Pete!” You called as you ran toward him, throwing your arms around him in an embrace. “Beck...is he?”

Peter nodded wordlessly. “Yeah...yeah he’s gone,”

“I knew you’d do it, I told you, I knew it,”

“I couldn’t have done it without you,”

For a moment you were about to ask what he meant but his expression told you everything.

A smile broke out on your face through the tears you’d barely stopped crying.

“You’ve always been good enough Pete”

“There’s one more thing,” Peter paused for a second

“Wh-“

He closed his eyes took a breath and leant in placing a quick chaste kiss to your lips, before stepping back.

The look of shock must have been evident because he started to bluster an apology out before you cut him off returning his kiss, sliding your hands up, one to his cheek, the other to the back of his neck to get you some leverage as he was taller than you.

“I never knew you liked me, I thought you liked that girl from your school?”

Peter shook his head “MJs just my best friend, it’s always been you, [Name], I...” he let out a laugh of relief “I really like you,”

“I like you too,”

“I think he’d have approved, you know.” you rested your head on his shoulder.

Peter squinted at you surprised.

“Oh he’d never have allowed it at first...but eventually he’d have approved,”

Peter gave you his signature grin that always set off the butterflies in your stomach.

He placed another kiss to your head before wrapping his arms around you.

“I’ll take you back to the jet,”

You let out a soft laugh “Yeah about that...jets gone,”

Peter raised an eyebrow “Well...Where will we go,”

You tightened your grip on him “anywhere,” you exchanged a final kiss before he took off swinging into the air, you holding onto his waist.