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Cruel intentions | chapter fifteenth

summary: honestly, harry's surprise that you lost peter. Peter's trying not to break anything and petty people had nothing better to do. on and you're in awe with peter parker.

warnings: swearing. a lot. innuendos.

listen to: Mr. Bad Guy - Freddie Mercury | Love to hate me- Blackpink | Goldrush - Taylor Swift(playlist here)

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“Didn’t think you would come!” Harry says as soon as your gazes meet. The two other people that you found at Harry’s larger-than-life dinner table were Kate Bishop and Kamla Khan.

Harry quickly cleaned his nose as you entered the room with a glare. You glanced momentarily at the girls who were watching you carefully, you immediately caught the way Kamala’s eyes glared at you and you couldn’t help but winced a bit. At the end of the day, you’d very recently caused a growing relationship to break up because Harry had asked you to. When you’d fucked Frankie Richards, you’d effectively managed to end whatever love affair he was having with Kamala.

Then, you glanced at Kate who, as sweet as she always was, smiled as soon as she saw you. Kate had become a good friend in your life to the point that you’d invited her to multiple Avengers dinners, where she had annoyed Clint to the point that she’d managed to force him to go to the training center so he could see how she shot arrows and give her his point of view on her technique. She wasn’t from the inner circle per se, since she wasn’t a dick like everyone else. Mostly, she was a breath of fresh air between everything that was related to the group. Nonetheless, after your coma, you’d pulled away from her to the point that you only exchange polite smiles and small talk.

It was upsetting but you never thought that she would want the mess that you brought everywhere with you in her life.

“Hi Kate,” you said softly as you stood up next to Harry. “Kamala,” you nodded curtly.

Kate’s cheeks turned a bit pink. “It’s so nice to see you,” she said with a beaming smile.

“Can’t say the same,” Kamala scoffed as she turned around and started to talk to Kate.

You ignore her as you turned to Harry. “I need you,” you warned him, eyes narrowed.

Harry sighed as he rolled his eyes. You were aware that he was prepping the ground with Kamala, he was going off on his little flirty charade that he always kept up with girls about a week or so before he decided to fuck them. It was a predictable habit that you’d learned through your friendship with him.

“y/n,” Harry pouted.

“Harry, don’t forget I’m not afraid of opening my mouth right now,” you fumed, standing up now and trying to tower over him, not that you could.

Harry’s eyes widened. “Fine!” he yelped, causing Kamala and Kate to carefully watch you but Harry quickly took your hand and dragged you through the party to his bedroom. You knew the path but you allowed him to touch you, wondering if it could center you a bit as you glanced at every person and check if Peter was there.

“Why didn’t you tell me there was a coup d’etat?” you finally barked when Harry closed the door to his bed.

“Because I didn’t think they would pull it off,” Harry sighed as he sat on the bed next to you while you plumbed down with a groan.

“Fuck,”

There was a beat of silence as you felt Harry’s eyes on you, they were trying to read you as you let out a frustrated huff. This was a shit show, you knew that if some of the people that were in the party talked about you with Parker, the plan and whatever growing relationship you’d with Peter would be dead.

“Oh my god,” Harry whispered. “You really lost Peter Parker in less than five minutes since you walked in,” he snickered.

It wasn’t true perse but you didn’t have time to tell Harry that he was wrong.

“Shut up and tell me where he is,” you warned him.

“Jess wants to fuck him,”

The statement was quick and sharp as you snapped your head at his words. Your heart was pounding. You could feel your pulse in your ears. Your blood rushed through your ears as you looked up at Harry, a knot forming on your throat as your nostrils were flaring.

“She didn’t even know who he was!” you yelled.

Harry rolled his eyes. “She doesn’t care, just wants to fuck you over,” he explained as you stood up.

“Where’s he?”

“I don’t know but Frankie Richards wants to talk to you,” Harry said nonchalantly as he leaned closer to you, patting you on your back as if that would calm you down.

“Is it part of the plan?” You said with your jaw clenched. Harry leaned down to the shell of your ear suddenly, goosebumps appeared on your skin as you felt his lips against the shell of your ear.

“Oh yeah,”

In that second there was a knock on the door before it opened and there he was, as you lived a breath, Frankie Richards after two weeks in a rehab center. He looked good as he always did and your mind went back to the last night you’d spent with him, he’d been high out of his mind but you still recalled his grunts and his hands on your hips, pulling you down.

“Y/N?” he asked.

Then your gazes met. There was no longer a soft glance in his eyes but instead, there was a glint of scorn in them.

You rolled your eyes as your hands turned into fists.

Fuck.

That was the same thing that Peter was thinking as he realized that he was trapped. Peter Parker had been lured out of the dance floor with the pretense that a girl needed his help in a room and he followed her because he guessed that it was true. The thing was, that the help that the girl was talking about, was holding her hair as she sniffed a line of coke.

The room was filled with people talking and leaning down at the table where the white power was, the girls in the group that he’d been brought in insisted that he should do a little. He rejected them multiple times and he almost managed to slip away out of the room to look for you, knowing that he might’ve taken a bit of time there and you were probably looking for him. But he was caught but a new girl, she had big doe-eyes and long black hair, and her olive oil fitted nicely with her honey eyes but Peter immediately knew by the glint on her eyes as she glanced at him and then back at the girls, he knew that there was something up.

She then quickly dragged him to the kitchen close to the dancefloor. There were more people in the kitchen as she placed him close to them. Peter tried to look for you, he really did but he couldn’t find you in the dark, you were no longer on the dancefloor and Peter was starting to become annoyed.

“So, why are you here with someone as shitty as y/n?” the girl that had later introduced himself as Kamala as she dragged him to the kitchen asked.

Peter gritted his teeth.

“She’s not,” he muttered as he lay against a countertop, his eyes falling quickly on the dancefloor.

She rolled her eyes at him while she offered another girl that was sitting at the center table, she’d introduced herself as Kate. “We beg to differ,” she muttered as she glanced at him while pouring more tequila into a glass cup. “Just drink a bit more maybe it could change your mind,”

Peter held the urge of rolling his eyes. “Yeah, no,” he said as he still looked for you. He was not really interested in conversing with her and now he just felt wrong.

The girl immediately tensed up at his reaction but if he was being honest, he couldn’t care less if he was making the wrong impression on the people that you’d called friends. There was something, Peter couldn’t say what it was but his tingle was tensing him up.

“So, you’re not dating?” she suddenly asked, waking Peter out of his haze.

“No,” he said flatly, his eyes sharp on the girl before he looked back at the dancefloor.

She scoffed.

“So you’re just friends?”

“Yes,” Peter answered.

No. Maybe, he thought. Peter Parker was just y/n Stark's friend, a new friend. Spiderman, on the other hand, had worked with her, saved her, and kissed her. Did that constitute a friend or something more?

He almost didn’t want to meet her eyes, he was aware of the fact that they wanted to roast him, they wanted to know things about you and Peter knew that they weren’t asking for the right reasons.

“Can’t believe she has the self-control,” Kamala muttered as she took a sip of her drink Peter’s eyes snapped at her, his jaw clenched as he took at you. Kamala noticed how Peter tensed up right away and Kamala’s eyes gleamed with cruelness. “She has slept with half of our group,” she insisted.

Peter felt his whole body tensing up, his gaze darkened and his hands clenched in fists on the countertop, knuckles turning white as he tried to do his best to keep it together. He hoped that they didn’t notice, Kamala didn’t but Kate? Kate’s eyes were already on Peter’s hands.

“Don’t listen to them, it’s not true,” she insisted as if it would calm him down. It did, the anger washed away a bit.

Kamala scoffed.

“Kate, stop defending her because you have a crush on her,” she muttered and Kate snapped her head at her with a glare.

“I do not,” she insisted.

“Oh come on,” Kamala stated as she stepped away and looked at the other people raised their hands.“Who here has hooked up with y/n Stark?”

People turned around, and over four people raised their hands. Peter was silent looking at them almost as if he was hoping that they and Kamala were joking. They weren’t. He sighed as he looked through them, he could see from a mile away that they were privileged assholes and he wondered how the hell you, who had helped when you were so young to save the world, how would be with someone like them.

“See?” Kamala started with a forced smile.

It was a low blow because Kamala was trying to acknowledge a fact that Peter had tried not to think about. They were your type, Peter wasn’t, and neither he nor them could find a reason why Peter would actually be someone you chose. He was the opposite of what you usually went for, maybe Spiderman wasn’t, but Peter Parker was.

But he pulled himself together as he started to get a little bit more fed up. They were staring at him as if he was out of place.

“I don’t really care who she has slept with,” he stated, finally crossing his arms over his chest. “And as I said, we are just friends,” he said as his eyes narrowed dangerously.

“She doesn’t have friends,”

“Harry,” Jessica intervened, the girl that had interrupted your dancing as she suddenly walked in.

Kamala rolled her eyes. “They’re different,” she stated, her face tight. “They are like brother and sister with a weird sexual tension,”

Jessica laughed at Kamala’s comment while taking a glass and placing tequila on it as she winked at Kamala who nodded at her as if they were hoping to see him crack a bit at the jab at you.

“So, where did you two meet?” Kate asked, ignoring Kamala’s and Jessica’s interaction as she glanced at Peter.

Thankfully.

“I work for her dad,” Peter explained as he tried to calm down.

Kamala and Jessica laughed in unison, their voices making Peter uncomfortable.

“Oh, so she’s dating the help,” Kamala spat and Peter was starting to see red.

Kate scoffed and jumped from the center table to walk next to Peter. She nudge at Kamala who was frowning at her reaction. “Don’t mind her, she lives off her trust fund,” Kate explained and Peter immediately smiled.

“Kate!”

Jessica laughed even louder and a small giggle escaped Kate’s lips as she shrugged. Peter knew that he liked Kate, she was kind and not at all like the people that were surrounding both of you.

“What is true?”

Jessica shook her head as she got closer to Peter, she placed a hand on his chest and he tensed up immediately at the intrusive touch. He also saw how her eyes widened as he realized that he was strong and Peter felt a knot form in his throat and gut.

“You are like a sweet guy though,” Jessica purred and Peter suddenly felt sick. “You truly don’t deserve to put up with the shit that she’s going to make you pass,”

Peter gritted his teeth as he listened to Jessica. He was debating if he should walk out right there and then or simply push her away. He chose to move out of her way, and her hand fell to her side as he move passed her and took a glass, he poured the tequila on it, and he felt a bit of trepidation.

But it didn’t stop her.

“You deserve to have fun,” she insisted as she now touched his spine, dragging her finger down it. “And I can give you fun,”

“Not interested,” he growled but she didn’t notice.

“Oh,” Kamala suddenly stated, he turned to her. “There she is,” she stated with a smirk as she pointed at the dancefloor.

“See?” Jessica said softly as she leaned into him, lips nearly pressed against his ear.

Peter’s gaze snapped towards the dancefloor and there you were.

But the fact was that you weren’t alone, on the contrary, there was some tall lanky guy pulling you to the dancefloor. He was conventionally attractive, Peter could see it and although you seemed extremely uncomfortable by the way he was whispering in your ear, you weren’t exactly swatting your arm at him.

Some tall lanky guy is pulling you to the dancefloor and although you seem extremely uncomfortable by him, you’re not swatting your arm at him.

Peter had always tried to control himself, even more, when he’d gotten bitten. He had to learn how to control his strengths, how to control his senses, how to control his emotion that seemed to have been up by a thousand when he was bitten. He’d learned to do it so fast too, he’d always been a good kid and he knew that it could be dangerous if he didn’t learn to control himself.

But sometimes, he couldn’t help himself.

Like at that moment, when he just let go for a second and then, the glass he was holding snapped in his hands.

Peter didn’t realize it for a second, he only noticed it once your eyes met his. There was a commotion around him, gasps and screams, not to mention the sound of the broken glass hitting the floor before he knew it he glanced down. His hand crimson and he cursed to himself as he realized that he’d become the center of attention right there and then. He knew it would heal itself by the morning and just then he realized he hadn’t fucking even hissed or reacted at the pain on his hand and it felt a bit too late for it as Kate hurriedly walked to his side as she plucked some of the glasses that were piercing his skin before dragging him to the sink and placing water over the injury.

Then he hissed.

“Peter,” you called his name and he turned around to see your concerned gaze.

You’d been trying for a while to escape Frankie’s claws but then, you knew that whenever he would suggest ongoing, there will be Peter. They were trying to make you look bad to Peter, they were trying to reveal yourself to Peter as if you hadn’t already been the most vulnerable you’d ever been with someone. Therefore, you’d agree to go to the dance floor with him, hoping that you might find Peter on your way but Frankie, more than sticking to the plan seemed to have a plan on his own. He’d been talking dirty and trying to kiss you all the way down to the dancefloor from Harry’s room and you felt your skin crawling every time he’d tried to pull you into a kiss and you turned your cheek, he was drunk and you could tell. His glassy eyes would look at you with interest before chuckling to himself and telling you that you shouldn’t be playing hard to get.

You hated it.

“Peter, are you okay?” you asked again, concerned as you glanced at his hand, taking over from Kate but as your eyes remained steady on his hand, you noticed that the cut wasn’t as big as it was just seconds before, at least, not for the amount of blood that Peter had spilled in the kitchen.

“No, he’s not,” Jessica scoffed from her side of the kitchen as she drank more and glared at you. Clearly upset about how her plan hadn’t exactly worked, how her coup d’etat had failed rather miserably.

“Cleary because of you,” Kamala continued taunting you.

“Because you are a fucking who-”

Peter saw red.

“Shut the fuck up,” Peter growled from the sink and suddenly all of the noise died down in the kitchen. “I’m really not interested in the shit you have to say about y/n,” he said finally turning around to face Kamala and Jessica while you stared at him in awe. “You really have nothing better to do, right?”

He chuckled hollowly to himself as they stared at him too, their jaws open and everyone whispering on the side, even the music had died down. “You are pathetic, living in high school still, having nothing better to do than to try to put down a girl who’s better than you in every. single. way. If I were you, I would maybe start to spend a little bit of that trust fund money in therapy to fix that victim complex that you have. See if you have anything better to do in your miserable lives than trying to take down a fucking Stark, would you?”

The whole room stayed silent after Peter’s speech, it seemed as if everything had frozen and people had even forgotten that they were at a party as they stared at Peter who was breathing harshly as he glared at the girls, who looked as if they’d seen a ghost.

While you? You were still in awe.

Peter was the one who reacted first as he took your hand with his good one and your hands laced with his. Peter felt a bit hot and his breathing was harsh, he was still frowning as he pulled you away from the kitchen. Only then, as the whole party was seeing you leave, you turned around and stopped him for a second, you quickly cupped his face and muttered at him to wait for you for a second.

You walked back to the kitchen, feeling powerful with each step that you took as you walked towards Jessica and Kamala, who seemed to still be processing what Peter had said. You forced a smile as you stared at them, holding their gazes and you could see it again.

The fear.

“And in case you didn’t have it clear, crossed me again and I’ll take you down,” you stated, your voice quiet but clear before you ran to Peter’s side, holding his good hand and pulling him through the penthouse. You started to giggle and run and Peter started to smile too, both of you quickly took your coats in your hands, and as soon as you reached the elevator you just managed to start laughing. It was as if you couldn’t stop, not even as you reached the lobby and ran through it before walking out in the streets.

The hot summer air hits you as soon as you reached the street and you continue to laugh while you ran through the street until you reached a corner between raggedy breaths, you let Peter grab your hip.

“Thank you,” you breathed out as you stared at him, feeling his hand burning your skin.

In that second it all came back to you with full force as you heard Peter’s words while he snapped at Kamala and Jessica. They felt as if he actually knew you as if he’d known you for a lifetime and you recalled how much time you’d spent wishing someone would actually know you, know the real you. Not the mask that you used for each occasion, not the wild it girl, not the hero, but you.

But now that it was happening you suddenly felt off guard.

“For what?” Peter asked.

You wondered how much time you could repress your feelings for Peter Parker. Of course, you knew that the feelings were there but you’d tried to ignore them but you couldn't anticipate them blooming so quickly on your chest, you hadn’t anticipated the toll they had on your heart. You couldn’t believe he knew you, the real you. He also was tall, his freckles spanning the skin under his eyes like constellations, his soft honey eyes made you want to melt in them.

But suddenly, you grew scared. You couldn’t be in love with him. You couldn’t.

“For defending me, I’m aware of what they were saying and it’s just like-” you stated as you tried to talk a bit more but then you saw Peter’s gaze shift.

“Shut up?” he suddenly stated.

You frowned.

“What?”

Peter grabbed your hips as he flipped you and pressed you against a pole. He was strong, he was so strong but he didn’t give you time to think about it, he leaned in.

And Peter kissed you.

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author's note: this chapter was waaaay to long. I truly wonder if I had to cut it short but I know it was important to leave it like thissss, the next chapter's going to be shorter but also more interesting. As always thank you so much for everyone being so nice and reading this!! and in KO-FI TOO I LOVE YOU ALL. as always lmk what you think, I love to read your theories and thoughts!!

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