-Peter's pov-

I knew Mr. Stark will not be happy about this.

"You okay?" I asked (Y/n), her face was all red like a tomato after 4 cups. She turned around to look at me right in the eyes.

"Woah." I said when she suddenly moved closer to me, i can see her (E/c) eyes so clear.

"I have a question." She said.

   "Okay...?"

   She started to talk with her hands moving in the air. "If Bucky throw a can of coke to Sam's head, what would happen?" She patted my head softly.

   I tried to hold her unsteady body and brushed the hair out of her eyes. "Um...Sam would get hurt?"

   "No, he wouldn't, because coke is a soft drink."

   "..."

   "..."

   "Please laugh at it." She begged.

   I laughed, but not because she asked me to, but because she was so adorable. She looked around with blurry eyes like a sleepy cat. Then hummed a song that I don't know. My hands were still holding on her shoulders.

   Drunk (Y/n) is still (Y/n), don't talk a lot, don't know what she' s thinking, but maybe just a little more relax. Luckily, she's not the kind of people who dancing or doing embarrassing things when they're drunk.

   More people other than the members coming in and the boys were looking at her, if i walk away right now they would take a chance to be near her for sure. So i stayed.

   Ned was having fun, it seemed like the fact that we've become close with (Y/n) stopped everyone from calling us losers. I waved at my him.

   "Yeah?" Ned dancing towards me and drowsy (Y/n).

   "We need to send her home." I said, tried not to draw more attention on us.

   "The one next to you?"

   "No...The one with all of them.."

   We looked at each other until Ned said. "Ohhhh..."

   "I still have a car... the one that i stole from my dad." (Y/n) spoke up. Then she talked to herself. "God... this is not helping with pain at all, it makes me more sad, stupid drink. One day that i tell the world who I really am, i'll shut the company down." She held up a bottle of brandy and insulted it.

   Three of us sneaked out of the party, (Y/n) sat on the sidewalk, tried to call up (N/n) but was too drunk do to so.

   "Here, let me help you." I sat next to her.

   "Push the button on the side of my watch to activate more functions." She said. "Okay, now say my Ai's naem, i mean name."

   "(N/n)."

   "Hello, Mr Parker." A voice coming out of the watch, Ned was very impressed.

   "Can you drive us the car that (Y/n) stole from Tony stark?" I said.

   "Sure thing, the car is only five minutes away from you. Where would you like me to take you?"

   "New avengers facility."

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-New avengers facility.
-Living room.

Tony stark spent all his time trying to find his daughter, but like Steve rogers said, she is too smart for her own good. She hacked everything and everywhere, that it is almost possible to find her if she had not texted him.

Now all that this father could do is wait, it's 10 pm already, most of the avengers are willing to stay with Tony.

"What if she's already been kidnap? She almost got shot today." Tony was very perturbed.

"Calm down, she's with that spider boy isn't she? I'm sure they'll be fine." Steve said, patted on his shoulders. "Patience."

"Sir, front door guards reported that your daughter has arrived with Peter parker." Friday's voice made all of them stood up from their seat.

A minutes later, you walked in the door and stared at them.

"Yo."

"C'mere." Tony sighed and hugged you, he wanted to to kill you but he was glad you're back more.

A hug was so good, that your dad smelled something from you. "Wait...what's this? You're drunk. Peter what's this?"

Peter gulped and laughed bitterly. "It's just, hah, it's just, hoho." He didn't know what to say.

"This is that spider-man?" Steve asked, walked closer to the situation. "Wow, you're so young. I'm really sorry for punched you in the chin."

"That's alright, sorry for stole the shield too." Peter replied.

"Now, do you want to sorry me for letting my daughter drunk like this." Tony was very pissed. He grabbed Peter's shirt and yelled at. Then they argued like a kid.

Meanwhile, you walked side to side towards Thor. Big guy smiled at you and rubbing your hair. You shake his hands off and asked. "Big bro, How were you without my food?" You danced the way you thought asgard people would.

"You are drunk!~ well, it's fine, kids gotta grow!" Thor smiled.

"They are too young to drink Thor." Dear captain America grabbed your shoulder and hold you to stand still as Peter and your dad were still screaming at each other. To Sam who was sitting on the couch, watching everything happened at the same time, it was very entertaining.

"She wanted to try and I can't stopped her!"

"I told you to keep her away from all bad stuff, alcohol is bad!"

"But i also saved her from a gun shot."

"I'm gonna need the suit back."

"Guys, enough." Natasha romanoff seemed to be the best option to cool down everything. "You, kid, you did great, keep your suit and go." She pointed at Peter.

"And you Tony, calm your ego down, this is no big deal. You are just mad at yourself for not taking care of her, don't blame this on the boy." She pointed at your dad.

"Fine, (Y/n), we need to talk." Tony wrapped his arms around your shoulder and took you to his lab.

Before you leave, you drunkly turned to talk to Peter. "Keep it touch!"

"Definitely!" He replied.

You saw him smiled and at that moment, the avengers knew there was something between the two of you.

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"You hacked Friday's system, you hacked your school's system, you stole one of my cars, you almost got hit by gun, you kicked your friend, you got suspended, and now you're drunk, what should i say?" Your dad dragged a chair for you to sit.

"That you raised a badass." You dabbed.

"Is this one of your solutions? You planned to be drunk so that you won't feel anything when I complain you?"

The avengers followed to the lab, Peter was already left. You sighed and were more serious, you stood up from the chair, took your dad's hands and hold it.

"Listen. Dad, you've always been a father to me."

"..."

Everyone was confused for almost a minute.

"She needs some milk." Bucky said.

"Alright, i'll take her to bed. Why don't we talk about this in the morning?" Natasha solved the problem again by split you and your dad up.

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   Natasha hardly took you to your room, both girls got inside, and once the door shut, she asked you.

   "You weren't that drunk were you?"

   "No."

   You went back to almost normal since you were on your way home, which you knew your dad will say how you made him worry, so you acted drunk to avoid it.

   "Sorry, Nat. He locked me up, I want to make him mad, I didn't know all this will turned out this way." You said sadly, sat on your bed.

   "For me, it's fine. Just, think of your own safety, maybe it's time for you to accept the fact that we can't afford normal life." She said kindly.

   "Thanks."

   "Just remember, if you want a girl talk, just talk to me or Wanda, a lady shouldn't be left alone with their thoughts." She did that half smile and you swore to Thor, if she wasn't raised you, you'd have a big lesbian crush on Natasha.

   I mean look at that ass.

   You thought, watched her stood up and opened the door, letting herself out.

   You laid down the king size bed, tried to fight that headache from the drink, thinking of Peter.

   This time he would probably be home, probably too tired to save the world and just go to bed, maybe he is laying on the bed just like you are, maybe you both are thinking about each other, hoping for another to thinking about you too.

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--Before my pick up line ending--

Author : PLZ READ I LUV U Hey guys, when I first writing this i was doing for the sake of myself to ship Peter and me 😂. But THANK YOU for all the support! This is more than I expected!

   And i'm thai. (Yes, yes, thai food in homecoming) and you know how English is not my first language. I learned English by songs and Netflix so don't get confused if you found words from songs in this fanfiction. Sometimes I didn't even realize i put it there.

   I larb you. 💕 (Larb is very delicious.)

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Author : Dear, Tom holland. If you were a vegetable, you'd be a cute-cumber.