Requested by @giffany123 sorry it took so long!!❤️❤️❤️ hope you enjoy!

  "This is an easy mission. Okay? In and out, quick- Peter, are you even listening to me?" Your dad, without even looking, turned around on his heel.

Peter, who had been staring at you, broke his gaze, coughed, then turned back towards your father.

"Yeah, yeah, of course. Easy mission, quick-quick mission," Peter mumbled, running his fingers through his hair.

"Pete, I said this was an easy mission, I never said you can do it in your sleep. If you don't pay attention now, how am I supposed to put my daughter's life in your hands?"

"Excuse me?" You laughed, staring your dad wide in the eyes. "You don't think I can take care of myself?"

Tony held up a finger, inhaling deeply. "I never said that. I merely meant that he's, well, he's Spider-Man. You are an average girl with a suit. And a tendency to get sidetracked."

You tried not to show how hard m Tony's words stung, as your eyes slowly trailed back down to the table.

"Fine," you grumbled, leaning back in your chair.

"Okay, so the mission..." your father started talking again as you zoned out.

An hour later, you were suited up, and ready to go. Walking out towards the balcony, you saw Peter, who was sitting with his back towards you, hair blowing gently in the breeze. Your breathing slowed, as your eyes just stared at the boy you knew would never love you back. Why would he after all? Like your dad said earlier, he was Spider-Man... and you were just an average girl with a suit.

"Alright, everyone ready?" Tony bounced out onto the balcony, whiskey in hand.

"Oh, uh, yeah," Peter stood up, shooting you a small grin, before putting his mask on.

"Great. Remember in and out. This is not the time to show off, it's the time to be safe, and practical."

"You're one to talk," you chuckled, and Tony furrowed his eyebrows.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well aren't you the guy that, y'know, went into space and all?"

"We don't have time for that, you two need to go."

"Fine, fine, I'm only teasing," you smirked, walking over to Peter.

His hand gripped your waist, holding you tightly against his body. You held your breath, trying to not inhale his scent that you knew would drive you crazy.

"Ready?" He whispered, and you nodded, hearing a sudden thwip, and feeling the Manhattan breeze rush through your body.

After a few minutes, you landed on the roof of a large warehouse, in a part of town that you would've never been allowed otherwise. Peter silently nods to the back of the building, and you followed him as quietly as you could.

You heard some muffled voices, and you took Peter's lead, hopping down off of the top of the building. Peter pried a small window open, lifting you up through it. He followed suit, as you scanned the situation. You were in a small dark room, but you could see weapons adorning nearly every inch of the wall space.

"Woah-" you gasped, but Peter covered your mouth with his hands.

"C'mon," He hushed, motioning for you to go with him towards the door on the opposite wall. He opened it silently, peeking his head in.

"Damnit. Where are they?" He groaned, walking into the large warehouse. You were examining some blueprints on a nearby desk, when a red flashing light suddenly went off.

"Oh fuck!" Peter dropped the file he was looking through, and rushed to you.

"Peter what's happening?" You screamed, your body shaking a bit at the loud siren.

"I don't- I don't know," he muttered, looking frantically around. Suddenly, a large box dropped overhead, entrapping the two of you. It couldn't have been more than a hundred square feet, and you could feel your panic levels rising.

"Ok, let's not freak out," Peter rationalised, "We'll just call your dad. Karen, call Mr. Stark."

"I'm sorry Peter, but there is no cell service here," Karen's usually soothing voice delivered the ominous words.

"Oh my god," you whispered, slowly sliding your back down the cool metal wall.

"Hey, hey, don't freak out, I mean, it's gonna be ok, like, we're gonna get out," Peter tried to soothe you, sitting down beside you.

After another forty minutes, things were looking pretty destitute. Peter has tried everything to break down the walls, and was in the middle of trying to pull down the ceiling with his webshooters, when an alarm went off.

"Warning, ten minutes of oxygen remaining."

You and Peter exchanged a glance, and you broke out into tears.

"We're actually gonna die here aren't we?"

"I-"

"We are," you sniffled, burying your face in your hands. "God and I never even got to tell you that- never mind," you whispered, crying even harder.

"T-tell me what?"

"Nothing, you're just gonna think I'm crazy."

"Well I wouldn't care to be in love with you if that were the case," Peter chuckled to himself, before realising what he had said.

"You're-you're in love with me?"

"No!"

"Yes, that's what you said, y-you're in love with me!"

"No I'm not!" He blushed a deep shade of red, turning away from you.

"Peter," you sighed, pulling his shoulder towards you. "I love you too."

He stared at you intensely for a few seconds, before kissing you as passionately as he could muster, pulling your body close against his.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that."

"I think I have some idea," you giggled, kissing him again.

All of a sudden, a loud crash broke out, and the two of you separated to see Tony Stark standing before you.

"Dad? How did you get here?!"

"What, you don't think I'm going to follow up on my daughter's mission?" He scoffed, stepping over the fallen piece of metal, so he was inside the box. "Now," he motioned to the two of you. "This is just plain awkward."

In case y'all were wondering... I do spam my friends w pics of Tom, yes.