When your dad had allowed Peter to join them, he had given him a set of three rules. One: don’t reveal your identity. Two: try to be as efficient as possible, no destruction. And three: stay away from his daughter, you.

Well he had broken all three rules. He had accidentally revealed his identity to his friend, he may have accidentally forgotten how strong he was and flipped a definitely expensive car over… and ended up in your room at the end of the day, trying to save himself from the embarrassment that would occur later.

It wasn’t a rare occurrence, him being here. In fact it was becoming more and more common, ever since he had been the one to carry you back to your room after you’d fallen asleep at the ‘court mandated’ movie night.

Even then, he had managed to just about evade Tony’s wrath, every time he snuck into your room - be it from the window, the vents or the door like a normal person - he had to be careful.

”Shhh” he whispered, pressing warm kisses down the expanse of your exposed throat, hands squeezing at anything he could grab “if your dad hears I’m done for” he continued his gently kissing “I’ll be grilled spider”