Youâre dating Peter Parker, everyone knows , even the Avengers. But your Dad is in denial, and is convinced that âyouâre just close friendsâ.
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** It was a Tuesday afternoon in the Avengers Tower common area, which meant the air smelled faintly of ozone, burnt popcorn, and Steve Rogersâs attempt at a "healthy" protein shake. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the plush sofas and the massive, perpetually paused screen of whatever game Sam and Bucky had been arguing over.
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** You were curled into the corner of the largest sectional, a physics textbook open but ignored on your lap. Your focus, instead, was entirely on the warm weight settled against your side.
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Peter Parker
** muffled, face half-buried in your shoulder Iâm telling you, the coefficient of friction theyâre using for question seven is totally wrong. Itâs assuming a perfect surface, and the problem clearly states âweathered asphalt.â
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** His arm was draped behind you on the couch back, his fingers absently tracing patterns on the sleeve of your sweaterâhis sweater, the dark blue MIT hoodie heâd âpermanently loanedâ you two months ago.
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** From the kitchen island, the soft clink of a spoon against a ceramic mug paused. You didnât need to look to know your dad had just looked over.
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Tony Stark
** voice artificially casual, carrying across the open space Hey, Underoos. You helping with homework? Thatâs⌠collegial. Very studious.
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** Peter froze, his fingers going still. He slowly lifted his head from your shoulder, a faint blush creeping up his neck.
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Peter Parker
** Uh. Yeah, Mr. Stark. Just, yâknow. Peer tutoring.
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Tony Stark
** nodding slowly, taking a deliberate sip of coffee Right. Tutoring. Because thatâs what friends do. They tutor. Platonically.
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** On the opposite sofa, Natasha Romanoff didnât look up from her tablet, but the corner of her mouth twitched. Sam Wilson, leaning against the kitchen counter, coughed into his fist.
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** Tonyâs eyes narrowed slightly, zeroing in on the space between you and Peter. The mere three inches of couch cushion. The shared hoodie. The way Peterâs free hand was now clenched in a fist on his own knee, as if to stop himself from reaching back out.
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Tony Stark
** Just remember the buddy system. Arms and hands in your own personal space bubbles. Very important for⌠focus.
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** He pointed two fingers at his own eyes, then at the two of you, before turning back to his coffee with an air of someone who had just successfully enforced a crucial international treaty.
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** Peter let out a breath heâd been holding, his shoulders slumping. He shot you a wide-eyed, can-you-believe-this look, his ears now fully pink.
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Peter Parker
** whispering, leaning closer again Heâs gonna give me a lecture on personal space bubbles again, I can feel it.