"We - Peter!" Felicity tried gaining his attention - which was, as always, entirely on her anyway - before laughing loudly.

"Peter, knock it off!" she tried again, moving her head to stop his lips from hitting her neck again and again.

"Peter! This is a meeting to discuss strategy," she reminded him as he placed a hand on each side of her hips to pull her closer.

"I have a strategy," he mumbled between kisses; "It starts with us saying hi, then moves on to us hanging out by the coffee maker and eventually ends up with us hiding in a broom closet to do stuff such as this," he explained before hitting her lips with his softly.

"Do you really want our first time to be in a broom closet?" she asked, a smile still playing on her lips.

"Mh. You're right," he agreed as he pulled himself away; "You deserve better."

He ran a hand through his curly hair and tried shaking the thoughts in his mind away.

"So. Strategy?" She tried again. He nodded as he pulled slightly at the hem of his shirt to get it to hang properly again.

"Yes. We need it to be at the right moment," Peter agreed.

"Peter, we've been looking for the right moment for six months now," Felicity reminded him, taking one of his hands in both of hers.

"I know, I know, and I'll do it. Soon," he promised.

"You kind of have to," she muttered; "They already busted you."

"All they saw was a few texts," he reminded the beautiful girl; "And they didn't even see your name."

"Why? What am I put in as? 'Favourite booty call'?" she asked with a stiffled laugh.

"'Most beautiful girl in the world'," Peter admitted, pulling her in for another kiss.

"Smooth, Parker," she mentioned before returning the kiss passionately, letting him pull her up against the wall.

"Pete, Fri said you were in heOH MY GOD!" Clints voice sounded loudly as his hands smacked against his face in order to cover his eyes; "OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD."

"Clint! Shh!" Peter ordered, quickly glancing around them at the interns who were starting to notice before pulling him into the broom closet with the couple and closing the door behind him.

"Oh god I'm gonna die I'm gonna go to jail for watching child pornography," he rambled, his eyes still hidden behind his palms; "Oh god and your dads are gonna kill me oh god."

"Clint! Calm down!"

"Can I open my eyes? Are you naked? Are you having-Oh god, I can't say it."

"Geez, Clint, calm down! We were never naked nor were we... Having... It doesn't matter, open your eyes!" Peter tried.

Clint slowly removed a hand as to test the waters before removing both.

"Hi," Felicity greeted shyly.

"Damn, that's an overscore," Clint stated before turning to Peter; "How could you!"

"What? I've done nothing wrong!"

"THEN WHY WERE YOU HIDING!?!?!?"

"StOP YeLLING!"

"Guys! You both need to be quiet!" Felicity reminded them in a whisper.

"Oh god, and now I have to tell your dads!" Clint realised.

"What? No, you don't! You can't!"

"Pete, I have to!"

"Peter, would it really be that bad?" Felicity asked softly.

"Yes! My dads are superheroes, who are overprotective, are superheroes and did I mention hella overprotective?"

"You're gonna have to tell them at some point," she reminded him.

"How long has this been going on for?" Clint questioned.

"6 months," Felicity stated honestly.

"Give or take," Peter added.

"No, six months," she muttered. Peter looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. She shrugged calmly.

"It's not like it's a year or anything, I wouldn't expect you to remember it," she admitted, sounding calmer than Peter would've liked for her to.

"Okay, this is none of my business, so I'm just gonna leave," Clint decided, reaching for the door but quickly being stopped by one of Peter's webs.

"Peter! She's gonna figure out that you're Spiderman!" Clint cried in a whisper, making Peter roll his eyes.

"She already knows. But I'm serious, you can't tell anyone!"

"Why not?"

"That's a good question," Felicity agreed teasingly as she turned to her boyfriend; "Why not?"

"Because - they, my, my dads - they - they would freak out!" he stuttered out.

"Pete, your dads have heart attacks on a weekly basis thanks to you," Clint pointed out.

"There's never gonna be a perfect time," Felicity considered out loud.

"We're doing this?" Peter asked slowly.

"Only if you're ready," his girlfriend assured, grabbing his hand and squeezing it reassuringly.

"We're doing this," Peter realised.

Thanks for the requests! Here's another 'answer' to one - Peter x someone.

I was incredibly bad at writing it, but I hope you guys found it relatively satisfactoryxD.

-Tessa