An-Peter gets introduced to Pietro, who is immediately smitten with Peter and starts leaving roses in his room when Peter isn't looking. Peter thinks the teams messing with him

An-Peter is twenty-two in this, but when he was seventeen May died and Tony adopted him

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Peter honestly thought it was a joke when the first rose appeared on his bed, he had rolled away from his desk on his chair to get something from his bed-side, and when he turned back there was a rose, and the only clue he got was the quietly click of his door. He frowned at the rose but dug his vase out of his wardrobe nonetheless. It's not every day that someone gives you a rose.

He had his suspicions, of course, it had to be someone who could get past his spidey sense after-all, so that left Tony, Natasha, Bruce, Wanda, Bucky, Loki and Pietro. But he ruled out Tony because well, Tony was literally his dad. He ruled out Bruce because Bruce is Bruce, and he didn't think Bruce would be able to sneak in and out of his room in that time. And he ruled out Natasha because they had a very mother and son bond going. And Bucky was with Steve, so he doubted that was gonna happen. And Loki was flirty with everyone, not just Peter, so that was just kind of up in the air. So that left Wanda and Pietro, the strange and quiet twins who had managed to get past his spidey sense the second he met them. He knew that he should be careful of them, but it was hard to be mistrusting when they were so calm and kind, plus they reminded him of himself. His parents being dead, Uncle Ben being shot, and May dying of a heart attack, leaving him in Tony's care.

It was a normal day honestly, Peter came home from his patrol, swinging in by the window until his foot caught on the window cill, which sent him crashing through the lounge room, breaking Tony's nice coffee table in the process, all while giving him a nasty bruise on his arm. Peter groaned at he sat up, huffed at his ripped suit.

"Nice of you to drop in Underoos." Peter looked up at Tony and narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah, I've been working on my dramatic entrances recently." Peter said, standing up, jumping slightly when he noticed two other people in the room, "Jesus Christ you guys scared me." Peter paused to raise an eyebrow, "I think somethings wrong with my spidey sense, it's not working properly." Peter said, leaning back to stretch his back. He looked back up to see the man laughing lightly, while the woman had a smile on her face.

"You can take the mask off, I was waiting for you to come back so I could introduce you guys," Tiny said, watching as Peter took off his mask, the rest of the suit retracted, leaving Peter in his gym shorts and a tank top. Peter flushed red.

"Sorry, I would have worn something nicer if I knew I was meeting someone. Although I'm not over that good at first impressions as you can see." Peter pointed over his back to the mess he'd made coming into the living room. He stuck out his hand anyway for them to shake, "Peter Parker-Stark, nice to meet you guys." Peter smiled brightly, glad for some more people his age, or at least in their twenties.

"Wanda Maximoff," Wanda said, shaking his hand with a smile.

"Pietro Maximoff, nice to know Wanda and I aren't the youngest." He said, making Peter flush darker.

"Yeah well, I get the brunt of the baby jokes, glad to take that off your shoulders," Peter said, Pietro, let out a laugh, which made Peter's heart flutter.

"You are a funny one, why did Stark not tell us about you," Pietro said, resting his hands on his hips, watching as Peter shrugged his shoulders and threw a playful look at Tony.

"Oh I dunno, probably because he knows I'm funnier than him." Peter ducked as Tony made to swat him over the head, "Hey, that's child abuse, I'll go back to calling you, Mr Stark." Peter said, dodging Tony's repeated attempts to swat him.

"I'd rather you didn't it took me ages to get you to call me dad," Tony said, making Peter laugh, which made Pietro flush lightly, he had already caught feeling for Peter, two minutes after meeting him.

"Wait so you're his son?" Wanda said, an amused smirk directed at Pietro.

"Kinda, not by blood. He adopted me after my last blood-relative died so I didn't have to go into the foster system. We were already really close so it just went from there." Peter shrugged, catching Tony's wrist as he casually talked with Wanda and Pietro.

"Also you guys are like the coolest, my friend and I watched tons of videos from the Ultron fight." Peter's face contorted when Tony finally landed a hit on Peter, "Oh you're gonna get it old man." With that, Tony ran out of the room with Peter chasing after him easily.

"I can't believe you're smitten for Stark's kid," Wanda said, jabbing Pietro in the sid, who scowled at her.

"I am so not smitten," Pietro said, his gaze still on his hand which Peter had shaken.

"Yeah, sure."

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By the fifth rose, Peter was getting frustrated, he held the roses in his hand and stomped his way to the common room. It's not like he didn't smile every time he got a new one, because he did. Except at the same time, Peter never allowed himself to get close to another person again. The team looked up in confusion, Peter was holding the roses in one hand, a frustrated look on his face, even though he looked like an angry puppy.

"Whoever is leaving roses in my room when I look away I am kindly asking you to stop because it's not a funny joke," Peter said earning confused looks from the team.

"Why would it be a joke, what if they actually like you?" Natasha asked. She, of course, was one of the few that knew what Pietro was planning and had promised to keep it a secret.

"Oh come on, no one would actually like me." Peter scoffed, earning a confused look from Pietro.

"Why's that?" Pietro asked. Peter's face contorted.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm literally the geekiest, most socially awkward, annoying person on the team. Not to mention I have so much trauma I'm surprised anyone could see past that to want to get to know me." Peter huffed, carefully depositing the flowers on the new coffee table.

"Yeah, but you don't let anyone get to know you," Bucky said, making Peter scowl at him.

"Yeah, probably because the last person I dated cheated on me and spread our messages around. That kind of makes a guy hesitant to trust again." Peter said. Although he did want to trust again, he was aching to. He definitely had a crush on Pietro, but he couldn't see any way that Pietro would like him back. Pietro and Wanda shared a look as Peter swiftly shuffled out of the room.

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After Peter had confronted the team there were now letters being left with the roses, when he received the sixth they delivered the roses he's put on the coffee table that morning.

I want to get to know you, even with your trauma, it's just another beautiful part of you

Peter almost cried when he read that, he now realised that this wasn't just some sick joke. He held the note to his chest and cried a lot that night. Of course, before he got sidetracked he put new water into the vase and put the flowers back in. He of course still had no clue who was sending the flowers, but the next morning he walked into the kitchen humming, humming. And Tony, of course, had to comment.

"What's got you in a good mood?" He questioned, taking a sip of his coffee. Peter looked up at him and continued to totter around the kitchen while humming, making his de-caf tea. He wasn't allowed to have caffeine.

"The person leaving the flowers is leaving notes now." Pietro looked up at Peter, he couldn't help but let his chest swell in pride, he'd been the one to make Peter look like a lovesick puppy. Natasha raised an eyebrow at the scene.

"I still don't know who it is, but right now I don't really care," Peter said, leaving the kitchen with his mug in his hand, continuing the hum under his breath.

The next flower came that night, with another note.

I want you to know that I think you are the strongest and courageous person in the world. Come the twelfth rose you will know who's sending them

Peter flopped back onto his bed, repressing a giggle. He held to rose and the note tightly in his hand. He favoured for calling MJ, who he knew even though she wasn't showing it, was excited for him. He walked into the kitchen humming again the next morning, making Tony groan.

"Whoever's turned my son into a lovesick puppy, I commend you, he's acting like he did in high school," Tony said, making Peter turn sharply, a look of realisation on his face.

"Oh my god you're right, I'm acting like a school-boy again," Peter said, rubbing a hand over his face. Tony smirked, he, of course, knew who was sending the notes and threw a pointed look at Pietro, who visibly gulped.

The next note came at the same time, Peter walked into his room to find the rose and note sitting on his desk, he smiled down at the eighth rose.

You might not think you are worthy of love or affection, but you are the most deserving of it

Peter smiled at the note before adding it to his notebook where he kept the other notes. He walked into the kitchen with a bright smile on his face, ignoring Tony's dirty look at Pietro, he just assumed that he'd broken another coffee machine.

"I have a question for you, Peter," Wanda said, Peter hummed from his position at the toaster.

"Why don't you just ask FRIDAY who's been entering your room?" Pietro threw a panicked look at Wanda, but she just shushed him lightly. Peter shrugged and started spreading the butter on his toast.

"The first note said that on the twelfth rose they'd reveal themselves. I kind of want to see what else they're planning on saying. Besides, it'd ruin the surprise, plus I've already narrowed it down to who can get past my spidey-sense and from there it's between a couple of people. And then I worked out if they would actually have a crush on me, and I guess I'm kind of curious to see if I can work it out on my own." Peter shrugged and picked up his plate walking out of the room.

"Don't worry, he's oblivious to anything and everything, he won't work it out," Tony said, getting up and following Peter out of the room. By now the whole team knew Pietro was the one sending the notes, as most of them had caught him sneaking to Peter's room with the roses.

The next note showed up exactly on time, and Peter picked it up with a smile.

You're are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, sometimes I find myself staring at you when you aren't looking

Peter blushed a deep red at the note, placing the note in its place and putting the rose in the water. He walked into the kitchen the next morning blushing darkly, which made Tony choke on his drink.

"You haven't blushed this much since that time may called you Petey-Pie when we met!" Tony shouted, making everyone laugh. Peter looked like he'd bitten into a particularly sour lemon when he turned to Tony.

"You so did not need to remind me," Peter said, cracking an egg in a pan.

"What did they say that is making you so flustered?" Clint asked, his eyes flickering between Peter and Pietro, who was smirking into his coffee.

"That's for me to know and you to never ever mention ever again," Peter said while flipping his egg. Clint raised an eyebrow.

"That is so not how that saying goes," Clint muttered, making Peter shrug. Clint muttered on about Peter and his super hearing.

"I bet they called him attractive," Steve said. Peter dropped the pan he was holding, swearing when it hit his leg leaving a burn, he threw a dark look at Steve as he reddened. Pietro jumped up to help him clean up the mess, which made Peter redden even more. They quickly cleaned up the mess, and Peter grumbled while examining his leg, which was already healing.

"Thanks, Steve, now I'm gonna have another damn scar," Peter said, grabbing a washcloth and dampening it to clean the burn.

"You proved that he was right though." Natasha sai, making Peter scowl. Pietro took to cloth from him and cleaned the wound for him, making Peter smile a little.

"Maybe he was right, but that doesn't mean I'm not upset." Peter finally hauled himself off the floor, cracking a different egg, staring at it as the team laughed behind him.

When Peter received the next note he started crying again.

Your scars tell a story, they are a part of you that you cannot erase. I think your scars are beautiful.

So that's how Peter walked into the kitchen the next morning with tear tracks down his face, but a small smile on his face as he made his tea. Tony shrugged it off, he'd made Pietro show him the notes after he realised it was him sending them. He knew how self-conscious Peter was about his scars, and he was glad that Pietro had managed to make him smile. Once Peter sat down the attention was on his again.

"What did they say this time?" Bucky asked. Tony was the only one Pietro showed the notes to each night. Peter shrugged, a wide smile growing on his face.

"Let's just say that when I see who they are I'm giving them a well-earned kiss," Peter said, sipping his tea, Pietro flushed and ducked his head so Peter couldn't see his face.

"How do you know you'll like them?" Bruce asked, sipping his tea beside him. Peter shrugged.

"I hadn't really thought about that. But I'm willing to give them a chance, and I'm pretty sure there's no way I could be disappointed with who they are, they've managed to send incredibly personal notes, and there's no way I could turn them down." Peter shrugged taking another sip from his tea.

"But what if they're a guy?" Wanda asked.

"Well, I know my sexuality has been kind of left in the air, but I'm a raging bisexual. Not that that's surprising news, you guys have seen me pine for plenty of guys and girls int he past." This made Pietro sigh in relief.

"God, don't remind me when you were smitten for that kid from the opposing school's decathlon caption," Tony said, holding his face in his hands. Peter scowled at him.

"Hey! We actually ended up dating for a while." Peter said, getting up to make another tea.

"Yeah, well I hated that kid, he always acted like you were second best to him," Tony said, making Peter smirk at him.

"Aw dad, never knew you cared about me that much," Peter said, leaving the room with his full mug again.

The next note and rose were on his bed this time, and he lay down as he read the note.

You're the perfect guy in every way. Don't ever forget that.

The note was blunt but made Peter swoon all the same. He walked into the kitchen slightly nervous the next morning, he was practically emitting nervous energy. He spilled his tea three times while carrying it over to the counter, and forgot his sugar, he made a face, standing up again to get the sugar.

"What's got you all nervous?" Tony asked, laughing as Peter made a content noise when he drank his tea, he practically ran on the stuff.

"I know it sounds stupid, but I'm finally finding out who's been sending the notes and roses, and I can't help but be nervous, cause they've been sending me incredibly personal notes that most of them I've cried because of, so." Peter shrugged, draining his tea easily and getting up to make another, actually remembering the sugar this time.

"Trust me kid, you'll be fine. And if they hurt you, I'll hurt them back." Peter chuckled then his face contorted.

"Wait, you guys know who it is don't you?" Peter said, sipping his tea and eyeing the team who nodded guiltily, "Wow, I guess I really am that oblivious." Peter shrugged, draining his tea and again and walking out of the kitchen.

Peter had managed to change his shirt five times and finally settled on his favourite button-down. His hair was somewhat cooperating as he spun around in his chair. The roses always came at six o'clock on the dot, so he paced in his room until he heard a quiet knock on the door. he swiftly opened it to reveal a nervous Pietro, who was holding out a flower to Peter, who smiled wide and took the flower. He quickly realised how oblivious he was, and sun the flower in his hand and looked back up to look at Pietro and pulled him into a hug, almost crushing him. Pietro coughed slightly, making Peter remember he had super strength.

"Sorry! I lose control of my powers when I'm happy!" Peter said nervously, resting his hands on Pietro's shoulders.

"No problem. I'm just surprised you aren't disappointed that it's me." Pietro said nervously. Peter shrugged.

"I was kind of hoping it was you." Peter said softly, making Pietro's eyes widen, he went to say a witty remark but was cut off by Peter, "If you're about to make a witty remark this better shut you up." Pietro gasped when Peter grasped his collar and pulled him forward, smashing their lips together in a heated kiss, the flower was pressed against Pietro's neck. When they pulled away for air Pietro was silent. Peter smiled, dragging Pietro by the hand into his room shutting the door behind them.

"Told you I'd kiss you," Peter said, pulling Pietro in for another kiss.

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The next morning Peter and Pietro sat next to each other holding hands under the island, Peter was already tiredly nursing his tea in his hands. Wanda was the first to walk into the kitchen, and gave Pietro a high five, making Peter rolled his eyes playfully. When Tony walked in he narrowed his eyes at Pietro.

"You hurt my kid and you're dead." He said before sitting down opposite them. Pietro seemed to sink into his chair and Peter just threw Tony a dirty look.

"Shut up dad, he's fine, and I know for a fact you read over the notes, so you know how much they would have meant to me." Peter said. Tony scowled but nodded anyway. When the rest of the team filtered in they threw the two congratulations and giggles.