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CHERRY BOMB | PART TWO

Summary: So much for a break from the Superhero life.

Word Count : 14.7K

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Terrorist Attack, Angst, Drinking, SMUT! Threesome, P in V, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Oral (F+M Receiving), Light Spanking

A/N- I am so happy to be finally getting this one out there. There's a bit more plot here than I'd originally planned for these but I really wanted to touch on some of these things. I am also aware that the smut at the end may not be for everyone but there's still another 10K of story to eat up and you can always ignore it. Also this threesome isn't a regularly thing, it's a one off so if it isn't for you that's okay we wont be going back to that again. Also I do not live in the States let alone New York so forgive me and my google maps searches and if they wouldn't actually work that way in real life. Same goes for legal proceedings. It's a show trial/conference more than anything. Anyway ENJOY!

Go Back To| ONE The Apartment

TWO

Your sleep is disturbed by the feeling of the mattress dipping and moving beside you. You try to open your eyes to investigate but they are groggy, and heavy, and struggling to adjust to the light. You can just about make out a dark figure sneaking around your room in the early dawn light that’s starting to come through the window. You groan, your fingers reaching to rub the sleep from your eyes so you can piece together what’s going on, propping yourself up on one elbow.

“Go back to sleep.” A voice says hushed, before a body looms over the bed and kisses you on the top of your head. You groan again as you flop back into the covers, your eyelids falling heavy again. The sound of a small chuckle sends tingles through your body and your interest is piqued once more.

You sit yourself up again, your eyes slowly adjusting to the image of the room. You look to the window first in an attempt to gauge the time. The sky is a pale grey, barely lit and you surmise it’s just before sunrise. You look over to the tall figure on the other side of the room, who’s now pulling his t-shirt over his head, the memory of the night before slowly coming back to you.

You take a quick look down to your chest to see you’re still in your bra and you groan again, pulling at it slightly in discomfort. “Where are you going? Come back to bed, the sun isn’t even up yet.” You half croak over to Peter.

“I’m sorry, I’ve got to go.” He says softly, taking a seat on the edge of the bed next to you, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek as your eyes continue to squint in tired dryness. Your nose scrunches slightly and he thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. “I’ve got to get back across the city for an early lecture.” he continues to explain as he leans in to you, trying to make you understand, his thumb brushing gently across your cheek. Your eyes grow heavy with the motion and he smiles as his forehead falls lightly onto yours. “Go back to sleep.” He says, his lips gently pressing against your head again and you pout.

You’re about to concede when a thought suddenly runs through your head, ‘the cutest guy, who you’ve just had an amazing night with, is about to walk out the door and you have no way of contacting him.’

He swiftly leans back, narrowly missing your head colliding with his as you scramble out of the covers, rushing to your feet. “Wait there a minute.” You quickly instruct, your hands outstretched motioning for him to stay where he is. Your brain begins to run a mile a minute as you attempt to remember where you left your phone the night before, hunting around your room completely naked save for your bra.

You soon realise, you’ve left it in your jacket pocket, which is still sitting on the back of one of the dining chairs in the living room. You silently open the door and creep the short distance to the living room area, where you are more than 100% sure that Kate would be asleep on the sofa. She normally crashed on the sofa at your place after a night out and it was still too early for her to crawl into bed with Yelena to be more comfortable.

You watch her like a hawk over the back of the sofa as you begin to root around in your pockets for your phone and have to fight the small noise of victory that wants to escape your lips when your fingers find it. Your lips pull between your teeth as you freeze, continuing to watch Kate and make sure she doesn't catch you in your currently humiliating state.

You quickly rush back to your room, letting out a sigh of relief as you close the door. You begin to unlock the phone and get the new contact details up and ready. When you look up from the phone to see Peter still sitting on the side of the bed waiting for you, you can't help but smile. It's like a shot of sugar has been injected into your body, a completely sickly sweet feeling coursing through your body, as you look at him run his fingers through his messy hair, a bashful, awkward look on his face. It amazed you how he could go from so confident to an insecure mess so fast.

He looks you up and down with a tight lipped smile as you make your way over to the side of the bed to stand between his legs, his hands finding a home on your bare hips, pulling you into him. “Here you go.” you say softly, handing him the phone. Your hands rest on his shoulders as he takes the phone from you, holding it in both hands between the small gap in your bodies, your figure looming over him. He silently hands it back to you and you can't help yourself, wanting to attach a picture of his adorable dorky face to it. You tap the icon at the top to take the picture and lean back, holding the phone in front of him. He knows what you're doing immediately and pulls the most awkward, cheesiest, eyes closed grin for you and you can't help but giggle slightly and melt.

At hearing your giggle, Peter can't help but reach out and pull your face down to his, pressing his lips to yours.

“I really have to go now.” he whispers into your lips when he pulls away, the tip of his nose rubbing gently against yours. You ignore him, crashing your lips back into his as you try to prolong the moment as much as possible. His hands reach out for the bare flesh of your hips and pull you into him again. Your fingers tangle into the hair at the base of his head, clinging on as tightly as you dare, wishing him to stay longer.

You break your lips away from his, your forehead resting against his as his hands relax and trace lines down the backs of your thighs. “Blow off your lecture.” your whispering voice pleads, eyes closed, heart aching for him to stay longer.

“I can't.” he says. “Even if I did, I still have my internship to go to afterwards.”

“Okay then stay a little longer, miss your lecture, have a long shower with me and then go to your internship from here.” you try to reason, peppering him with kisses in an attempt to bribe him.

He captures your lips with his in an attempt to stop you from teasing him. He knows that if he lets you continue you'll easily wear him down. It was all a lie of course, mostly. He really did have his internship at Oscorp to go to, but the lecture was his excuse to go out and do some Spider-Man work for a bit. He already felt guilty about taking the night off before for his birthday and he truly hadn't meant to fall asleep in your bed and stay with you all night.

His hands grow firmer on your thighs and you think you've won him over as he lifts you, flipping you onto your back on the bed as his lips continue to attack yours passionately. He looms over you, pushing you back into the pillows of the bed as you giggle into his kisses, all tight lips and teeth. He breaks away to look down at you fully in your giddy and beautiful state. How could someone half dressed with messy hair and slightly smudged make up, that didn't get taken off the night before, look so perfect; almost angelic like as the early morning light hit the top of your features.

He leans in to kiss you once more before pulling away fully. “I really have to go.” he says again, before breaking and indulging himself with one last kiss. “Go back to sleep.” he commands as he begins to head for the door.

You rush to reach for your phone, shooting him a quick message and his phone pings in his pocket. “Send me a message when you're next free?” It's both an insecure question and command.

“Promise.” he says with a small nod of his head. “Now go to bed.” he smiles, a small chuckle leaving his lips in reaction to your stubbornness.

As the door closes you finally concede, flopping back into your pillows as you listen like a hawk for the sound of the front door closing behind him. It's a bittersweet feeling, but that sweetness still lingers in the corners of your jaw and through your arms and you can't help but smile to yourself as you think over the night before.

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You wake up four hours later, just after 10 o'clock. You put on a fresh pair of underwear and your Uncle's old trusty ACDC t-shirt and pad down to the living room.

It's quiet save for muffled meowing coming from behind Yelena's door. You head to it, opening it just a crack for Socks to come flying out. You have to step back as the ginger cat, almost runs straight into your legs. You smile to yourself as you peak through the gap in the door at your best friends, bundled up under the covers together. Kate always found it easier to share Yelena's bed and get some actual rest when Yelena was already asleep and couldn't oppose to having her space shared.

You close the door, walking over to the coffee table, placing your phone down and picking up the remote to switch the TV on. Your fingers automatically change it over to the news channel for some background noise, as you go to make a fresh pot of coffee.

'Scenes from Midtown today as 3 individuals attempted to rob a bank on Park Avenue at 8am this morning. The incident was responded to by Police with the aid of the masked vigilante known as Spider-Man. Despite reports of the men being armed and one attempting to hijack a taxi, reports say everyone involved in the ordeal has come away unharmed. This comes just days before officials are due to meet in the city to discuss and re-negotiate the Sokovia Accords.'

You watch the news report from the kitchen doorway as the coffee pours, the familiar smell bringing you peace and comfort, despite the subject matter of the report. You turn away so you can pour yourself a mug, preparing it just the way you like, before padding back to the living room to flop yourself down onto the sofa. You pull your legs up onto the sofa to get comfortable, when your phone begins to buzz.

You check the caller icon before answering 'Star Spangled Iron Man', you thought you were so clever when you came up with that. “Hey Rhodey, what's up?” you ask jovially. It's not completely rare for your Uncle's best friend to check in on you from time to time now that your Uncle is gone, but you have to admit, sometimes it makes you feel like a child having someone check in on you when you're now a grown adult.

“Not much, just checking in.” he says.

“Yeah, I'm good.” you say as you reach to mute the TV. “How's the legs?”

“A little stiff, one of my knee joints is acting up and no one seems to have any idea of how to fix it, so if you know of any engineers who are as good as your Uncle was and could fix it, that would be great.” he says jokingly. Silence falls on the line as you both take a moment to remember Tony in all his glory. “Look I'm not gonna lie.” he finally speaks up, “I didn't call just to check up, I've got a favour to ask.” You stand as you become fidgety, moving yourself to pace back and forth past the window, looking down at the street below. “Now I know you're on a sabbatical or whatever but I wouldn't be asking if- look,” he says changing tact mid sentence. “They're renegotiating the Sokovia Accords at a conference in the city on Thursday and we need someone in the room to talk on behalf of the Avengers Initiative.”

“But Rhodey, I'm a S.H.I.E.L.D Agent, not an Avenger.”

“Well that's not completely true, besides you're a Stark.”

“Yeah and?”

“Being an Avenger is in your blood. You know first hand what it means to be a hero and why the world needs them.”

“Is there really no one else you can ask?” you plead.

“You think I'd be calling if there was.” With your Uncle, Nat and Steve all gone, the debate as to who was left in charge of the Avengers post blip was non stop.

“What about Banner, he's a founding member.” you say optimistically.

“He's refusing to come out of his lab, says his thing is science not politics. Besides with how he's looking right now, with his whole Professor Hulk thing, you think he's gonna be taken seriously.”

“Okay what about Clint?”

“Barton says he's retired.”

“Sam?”

“After everything that went down between him, John Walker and the shield, I don't think now's the time to be getting him up in front of politicians.”

“Wanda?”

“Not a US citizen.”

“Dr Strange.” you say, sure you've got your alternative this time.

“Says it's not his problem.”

“Okay, then what about you?”

“Technically I'm a Government official and work on behalf of the military.” There's a silence between you as you admit defeat. “Besides,” Rhodey finally chimes in again, “the press love a Stark.”

You roll your eyes as you frustratedly run your hands through your hair. “Fine.” you sigh, admitting defeat as you turn your gaze back towards the TV, which is still showing video footage of Spider-Man, helping to stop the bank robbers. “You catch the news?” you ask him.

“Yeah.”

“Where does he fit into all this?” you ask, referencing the hero in red and blue spandex plastered all over your TV screen.

“Don't know.” Rhodey says.

“What do you mean you don't know? No one’s reached out to him at all?”

“Look, half the population was gone, we kinda had other things on our plate. Dude came along and started just looking out for his neighbourhood, thought we'd just leave him to it.” Rhodey explained.

“Yeah, but how has he not got in trouble over the accords yet?”

“Guess he gets out of the way before the police can get to him.”

“No doubt that's why he wears the mask.” you mutter as you continue to watch the phone footage of Spider-Man webbing up the bank robbers to a car. “What time is this thing on Thursday?” you ask as you slump back down onto the sofa.

“Conference kicks off at midday, the meeting starts at 2. I'll send you the details.”

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It's three days later and you are currently stood in your room in a pair of black fake leather pants and a bra, freaking out about what you should be wearing to this thing. You were on a break from all work and hadn't filled your wardrobe with any formal or professional wear; and are now finding yourself staring at a bunch of inappropriate dresses, band t-shirts and a few interesting tops. “Hey Yelena!” you shout through the apartment.

“Yeah?” she calls back from her own bedroom. You grab a slightly oversized white button up shirt from the back corner of your wardrobe and run down the hall.

“Can I borrow one of your blazers?” you half ask, half plead as you stand in her doorway, white shirt clutched in your fingers in front of you as you half attempt to cover your top half.

“Which one? Do you want the grey one or the black one?” she questions as she gets up from her bed, making her way to her open closet and flicking through the hangers. You tentatively step into the room, throwing the already semi buttoned shirt over your head. “I think you should go with the grey one.” she says as she turns back with her slightly oversized grey blazer in her hands.

“What about the black one?” you question as you slide your arms through the sleeves of your shirt before checking yourself in her mirror as you do up the remaining buttons and tuck it into your trousers.

“Yes, but I think the grey will be better.” she says, still holding the blazer out to you. “It adds contrast. You reluctantly take the blazer from her, practically snatching it from her grasp. “You're welcome.” she says sarcastically, eyebrows raised at your somewhat rude action. She secretly knows it's just because you're stressed though.

You slide your arms into the blazer, pulling it over your shoulders and brushing it over your form before hastily turning back to check yourself in the mirror. You begin to fiddle with your hair wanting to look just right. “I look like I've just stepped out of the 80's.” you roll your eyes at her through the reflection in the mirror exasperatedly as you take in the look of your skin tight trousers, white shirt and shoulder padded look.

“I think you look fine.” Yelena replies, rolling her eyes.

“Can I at least try the black one?” you ask turning around to face her,

“No, you look fine.” she says getting up from where she had sat herself back on her bed to stand before you. She grabs you by the shoulders as she makes you stand still in front of her so she can begin preening you, reaching to mess up your hair a little and untuck the shirt so it sits a little messily and more in line with the longline of the blazer. She then undoes the buttons on the sleeves of the shirt and pushes the sleeves of both the shirt and the blazer up to sit scrunched at your elbows. “There you go.” she says, stepping back to admire her work. “Now you have a modern twist. Now go put your shoes on or you're going to be late.”

“Oh shit.” you exclaim as you take a glance at her alarm clock beside her bed before running back to your room. You quickly fall to your hands and knees to root around under your bed for your favourite heeled boots. You stand placing your foot in one before hopping about to put the other on as you attempt to grab the bits you need with your other free hand.

You scuttle back into the living room, trying not to fall over your heels as you dump the last of the bits you need into your bag before throwing it onto your shoulder. “I filled you up a coffee mug to take with you.” Yelena calls out to you. “It's in the kitchen.”

“Thank you!” you shout as you spot it through the doorway and quickly grab the travel mug. “I'll call you later.” you shout out to her as you reach the front door, grabbing your keys out of a bowl by the door.

“Hey relax, would you!” she calls back as you slam the door shut.

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30 minutes later and you are sitting in the back of a taxi in bumper to bumper traffic on the park avenue viaduct right next to Grand Central Station. As you look out the window there is a plaque on the bridge that reads 'On this site in 2012 during the battle of New York, The Avengers first assembled'. You knew there was another one as well placed at the base of the bridge. They had asked you to be there when they revealed it, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it, and now you were on your way to a conference to speak on behalf of the Avengers.

'I wish you were here.' you quietly mutter to yourself as you stare at your Uncle's name on the plaque. You look away, taking a deep breath, your nose sniffing as you look to the roof of the cab, wishing away the tears that now threaten to spill onto your cheeks. You take a moment to be thankful for your quiet taxi driver, who's minding his own business, before checking your phone for the time. 11.49am. You were so gonna be late.

You quickly check your messages. Peter had sent you a brief message to check on you and apologise for being busy the last few nights, but neither of you had made plans to see each other again yet.

YOU| Hey, do you want to do something tonight?

It's only a moment before you get a response.

PETER| Yeah, sure sounds good.

PETER| What did you have in mind?

YOU| A night in? Pizza and a movie?

You watch the small screen in your hands as the three dots show up to indicate he was writing his response, but then they dissapear. You sigh but continue to watch and wait. Suddenly the sound of screams started echoing up from the road below. You frown as both yourself and your cab driver begin to look out the windows curiously.

Then more people started screaming and shouting. People were getting out of their cars up ahead. You watched as your taxi driver, growing curious, got out of the car to get a better look. Your ears started to filter through the chatter of the open car door in the front as you began to work out that somebody was shouting “get off the bridge”. BANG!

All chatter and screaming was drowned out by a large explosion. A big hole emerging in the road ahead of you, the vehicles dropping to the road below as the bridge began to crumble. Your heart thudded in your chest as panic and adrenaline started flooding your body and your taxi driver started running, leaving you stranded in the back of the car.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” you groaned as you realised what was going on. You reached for the door handle but no matter how hard you pulled the door wouldn't open. “Are you fucking kidding me!” you yelled frustrated as people continued to run past you, trying to get off the bridge before it collapsed or another bomb went off.

You kicked the seat in front of you as you grew angry, trying to get out some of the adrenaline so you could at least think straight and think of a way out of the car. The plexi glass dividing the front seats from the back was too strong and the sliding window in it was too small to fit through. If you used your powers you'd just fry the electrics in the car and make your problem even worse. You went to press the button to open the window so you could climb out but the stupid taxi driver had turned the engine off while he was stuck in traffic and now they wouldn't open either. You screamed in frustration. “Uuugghh why did I have to get the one global warming conscious taxi driver on this god forsaken island.”

You were about to turn yourself and start kicking at the window when another loud commotion came from the road below. As the realisation that another bomb was about to go off directly under the car, something heavy landed on the bonnet, making the taxi dip with the weight. You sat yourself up to see a pair of legs covered in red spandex with a black webbing pattern on them. He flipped over the car, landing next to the passenger door beside you quickly pulling it open as a large bang went off under the car. You screamed as the car dropped, his hand reaching to grab yours, pulling you quickly from the vehicle.

Your heart felt like it was in your throat as your body jarred, coming to a stop, hanging in mid air. You looked up to see he had one hand tightly around your wrist, his other hand hanging onto a web attached to something up on the bridge.

Your fingers quickly grasped a hold of his wrist, strengthening the hold as your legs dangled, your heartbeat thumping through your whole body. You looked down to the rubble filled road and smashed taxi below you. Although you were grateful to your rescuer, you couldn't help but have a small existential crisis. “I swear to God, if you drop me Spider boy.” you threaten, as you begin to find your voice, the initial shock subsiding and your work head kicking in.

“It's okay Ma'am, I've got you.”

You could hear people's gasps of amazement from the street over his heroic deed. 'Was this what it's always like?' you began to question.

“I'm gonna toss you into the air and then I'm gonna catch you properly okay?” he began to explain.

“Wait?! WHAT!” you shrieked in disbelief just before he was swinging you up into the air. Your eyes closed tightly as your stomach flipped. There was a sudden slam into your side as his ribs collided with yours, his arm reaching around you. Then your body jolted, before he whipped the both of you into the air.

You quickly opened your eyes, trying to get your bearings, your arms immediately wrapping around his body as you realised he was swinging you away from the bridge altogether. You wanted to scream but your voice was stuck in your throat. You closed your eyes again, pressing your face into his shoulder, trying to breathe deeply in an attempt not to throw up. Suddenly your feet came into contact with solid ground.

You reluctantly broke away from him, your legs wobbling and he held his hands out to balance you. Your eyes slowly began to focus on where you were. You were high, like really high. “Look I gotta go back down there but I'll be back, you'll be safe up here.” he said as he broke away from you.

“Wait! What? What! No!” but it was too late, he was already jumping off the roof top and back into action down on the street. “No! No! No! You have got to be kidding me!” you shouted as the last three minutes began to sink in. You weren't just another hopeless victim, this was your life, your job and suddenly you were being sidelined by a kid in blue and red pyjamas. Your eyebrows furrowed as you began to piece together what had just happened. Either way you needed to get off this roof top. ROOFTOP! He saved your life then dumped you on a rooftop.

You begin frantically searching your pockets for your phone, before you remember you left it in the car, along with all your other things. Desperate, you quickly turn around, looking for a way down. Spotting a door on the other side of the roof and begin to rush towards it. You knew it was a longshot but you just had to try it. Your fingers reached for the door knob but nothing. You turned and you pulled with all your strength but it was locked. You scream again in frustration as you resign yourself to your fate, kicking the door in defeat.

'Oh well.' you mutter sarcastically to yourself as you take a seat on the floor, your back leaning against the door, 'It could be worse, you could have been tasked with speaking at a very important meeting to discuss and negotiate terms regarding the necessities of vigilanties and hero work. Oh wait.' You groan again as your head thuds against the door in frustration.

An hour. That's how long it takes for him to come back for you. As soon as his feet touch down on that roof in his silly little outfit you are on him. Rushing to your feet, you storm over to him, your hands slamming against his chest as you push him. “What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!” you shout at him.

“What?!” he questions, his voice breaking as he steps back confused, trying to protect himself from your sudden outburst. “I saved your life, your welcome. Hey, hey! Hey, stop.” he says grabbing your wrists stopping you from pushing him or hitting him any more.

“You don't just leave people stranded on rooftops!” you shout at him, as you stare up into his stupid mask.

“I was getting you out of the way. I was making sure you were safe.” he says defensively.

“What by leaving me on a rooftop for just over an hour!” you rebuttal. “You know, I am supposed to be at a conference across town right now defending people like you so you don't get into trouble, because I don't know if you know,” you say laying it on thick behind gritted teeth, “that technically what you do is illegal. AND JUST DUMPING PEOPLE ON ROOFTOPS,” you say your voice rising again as you wrestle your arms away from his grip and take a few steps back “IS KIND OF UNHELPFUL!”

“I'm sorry. I'M SORRY.” he says trying to make his apology heard over your onslaught. “And you're welcome for getting you out of that car in time by the way!” his tone changes, words attempting to cut you.

“Oh my God! I don't have time for this.” you say exhausted, as you turn your back on him, your hands running through your hair in disbelief that you are even in this situation. You freeze as your solution dawns on you. You reluctantly turn back to him. By the look on your face he thinks you're hurt. He begins to panic slightly, stepping forward to check you over properly. He'd done a quick one before he'd left you here to be sure you weren't physically hurt, but he could have missed something. Before he can get any closer though you ask a question, stopping him in his tracks,

“How quickly can you swing me across the city?” you tentatively ask him.

“Well it depends where you need to go?” he rebuttals.

“Look, I need you to get me to the Javits Centre, like fast.”

“Wait? What? You were just in the middle of a terrorist attack. Like the bridge you were on was just blown up-” he exclaims, his arms outstretched as he's trying to understand you.

“Look Spider Guy-”

“-Spider-Man.” he corrects.

“Whatever, I haven't got time. I need to get across town to get to this conference, because no one else is apparently available to do this, and defend the right to do the job that literally has ripped the closest people I've had in my life away from me, for the sake of being able to save people when we have incidents like that.” You ramble and try to reason, tears now stinging your eyes as you fully realise the weight and pressure of your job.

“Hey, Hey Hey.” he says, his hands reaching to rub soothingly on your arms as he sees the growing panic welling up inside you. “It's okay, I'll get you there. It'll be okay.” he coos softly and for a moment you feel like his voice is familiar, but quickly shake it off. You shrug yourself away from his touch, uncomfortable with his sudden affection. You didn't need his pity.

“Look, let's just get this over with.” you say. He gives you a small nod, searching your face for permission before wrapping an arm around you. You have no problem finding your voice and screaming this time as he hooks a web onto a nearby building and your feet leave the safety of the rooftop.

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You try to smooth your windswept hair as you rush into the building. The atrium had mostly emptied out, the majority of people having gone to find their seats ready for the debate. “There you are.” Rhodey's voice echoed around the space as he made his way towards you. “Where the hell have you been? I've been trying to get a hold of you.”

“Yeah well my phone is kind of trapped inside a taxi, which is buried under rubble-”

“-Wait, what?” Rhodey cuts you off, a hand on your shoulder.

“What, you guys didn’t catch the news?” you say trying to shrug him off, already aware of how late you already are.

“Woah. Woah. Wait.” he says, walking around you and stopping you in your tracks. “You just gonna drop that little piece of information on me and walk away?”

“Wait, you seriously haven't seen the news?” you say taking a small step back, perplexed.

“Oh no I've seen the news, two dipshits blew up the Park Avenue viaduct. What I didn't know was you were there. Are you okay? Were you hurt-”

“-I'm fine.” you cut in over the top of him as he began to fuss. “The Spider Guy saved me.” you briefly explain, feeling anxious and agitated, you just wanted to go and get this thing over with. “Now are we gonna go do this or not?” you finished, growing short with the man before you.

“Cherry-”

“What?!” you cut him off before he can continue to fuss.

“What would your Uncle say to you right now? You really think he'd just hear that you were-”

“Look around Rhodey!” you exclaim, your arms outstretched. “He's not here. He's not coming! He can't say anything!” There's a pause between the two of you, before you lower your voice continuing, “He's dead. Now, are we gonna stand out here all day debating what's just happened, or are you gonna let me go in there and defend the right he died for?”

The room went quiet as you made your way inside. As the latecomer all eyes were on you. “Ahhh Miss Stark, pleasure for you to finally join us.”

“I'm sorry I'm late,” you started to explain as a sea of camera flashes went off. “I kind of got stuck in traffic, someone decided to blow up the Park Avenue Viaduct.” you say with a small smile and grimace, as you tried to deflect the fact you were actually caught up in the middle of the incident.

You took a seat in the last empty chair at the large conference table in the room that was placed before a group of government officials as well as heads of military organisations, homeland security and the white house. You got yourself comfortable in your seat as the people in the room began to mumble to themselves.

“Hi,” the guy next to you in red glasses, leaned over to introduce himself, “I'm Matt Murdock, um, Pepper Potts sent me to be your legal advisor.”

You look at him conflicted for a moment before shaking his hand. “Thank you?”

“Don't mention it.” He replied, sitting back in his seat and facing forward, ready for proceedings to start. You continued to look at him as thoughts rapidly began to fall into place in your head.

'Matt Murdock. He's that blind lawyer guy right? He said Pepper sent him. Wait Pepper knew? Oh shit, I haven't reached out to Pepper or Morgan in a while. I hope she doesn't hate me. Why would she hate me, she just sent me a lawyer.'

“Right seeing as we are all here, shall we begin proceedings?” The head judge presiding over the proceedings began, drawing everyone's attention to him. A silence fell over the room. “Mr Thompson, would you like to go first?” the judge motioned to an older white man in a suit sat further down the long table. His hair was beginning to grey and his skin wrinkles were reflecting his age.

“Thank you, your honour.” He said as he stood. “As we all know 5 years ago, Thanos snapped half the planet's population into oblivion. The planet was deemed to be in a state of crisis. Many members of the military and law enforcement were included in those missing, meaning The Sokovia Accords went mostly unchecked for the past 5 years, allowing certain vigilantes free reign over certain threats and matters during that time. However as we all know, those who were missing have now been returned. We have fought long and hard over these last 7 months to get things back to some sort of normalcy and get our communities back on track. Thanks to the sacrifice of Tony Stark, Thanos was defeated; however, with no imminent looming global threat we believe it is time to reinforce the Sokovia Accords that were agreed upon. Over the years since the initial blip, the rise of vigilante's has grown. The acts of the Avengers have encouraged others to begin to step up into hero work, interfering with local law enforcement investigations, placing themselves in danger and also placing others in danger.

One may also argue the rise in vigilante's and 'heroes' has only acted to increase criminal behaviour and encourage those who wish to commit criminal acts. They see these vigilante's and think 'if they can act above the law, then so can I'. These people need to see the repercussions of their actions.”

Your eyes roll as a large groan falls uncontrollably from your mouth. You feel Matt Murdock's hidden smirk, burning into your side as you instinctively get to your feet unable to contain yourself any longer. “Your Honour if you please.” you say loudly, cutting off Mr Thompson and his tone of superiority. “The Sokovia Accords have always been obsolete. They were a document rushed with little negotiation regarding the terms that were set out within the original document. My Uncle was the first to sign his name on the dotted line agreeing with all the terms, but the moment a threat occurred there was no call with the President or Secretary of State, he immediately jumped into action to help save those in danger when the moment came, regardless of the accords he signed.

It has been proven time and again within these situations that local law enforcement, government agents and even the army are unequipped for moments that involve superhuman intervention. They lack the strategy, speed, resources and efficiency to help those in danger on the front line in these situations. Now, I am in no way saying the accords should be scrapped and those with abilities shouldn't be held accountable for their actions when the moment calls for it, but a better system needs to be put into place and new terms negotiated.

As for this so-called argument that heroes and vigilante's encourage criminals and increase rates of crime; with more people on the streets bringing criminals to justice and responding to moments of public threat or distress, of course the figures and numbers of incidents are going to go up, because more crime is being seen to.”

“Okay Miss Stark,” Thompson cuts in with his rebuttal, “how about the hundreds of thousands of dollars spent tidying up and rebuilding those areas destroyed by vigilante work?”

“After the Invasion of New York my Uncle set up the Stark foundation and used said foundation to pay for the majority of all damage costs as well as investing back into communities and the people within them. To say that the Avengers initiative comes in and destroys communities and then ups and leaves the clean up of the towns and cities they have effected is just unfounded and actually makes a mockery of his memory.”

The debate goes on for hours with arguments being made for both sides. You feel like you are getting nowhere, both yourself and Mr Thompson going in constant circles. The sun is setting, blinding your eyes as it burns brightly through the large glass windows to the room making you nauseous. As you reach to refill your glass of water, you watch the red patch of light reflecting off of Matt’s glasses onto the table.

He’s currently stood, arguing a point you have all but drowned out with your thoughts. ‘This feels hopeless. This has been going on for hours. I didn’t even want to be here doing this in the first place. Oh how I wish this Judge would just call it a day’.

You close your eyes, taking a deep steadying breath as you sip the now tepid water. You open them again and remove the glass from your lips as you feel the air change beside you and Matt sits once more. Your ears begin to tune in with a small mumbling in the room.

“Hey you okay?” Matt asks, a steadying hand feeling for your shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” you say shrugging him off, but he can tell from the miniscule sound of your eyelids rapidly blinking that you are lying.

“I think we should call it a day don’t you think?” the Judge exclaims into the brief break in arguments and you breathe out a sigh of relief. “Mr Thompson, Miss Stark, shall we reconvene here at noon tomorrow?” he suggests to the room but everyone knows it’s a command. “And maybe we will all be able to turn up on time tomorrow.” he throws in for good measure, flashing a glance in your direction.

You give a tight lipped smile and a small nod in the judges direction in both apology again for your previous tardiness and also confirmation that you will be on time tomorrow.

“You are all dismissed.” the Judge says and you all stand as he leaves first, the rest of the congregation breaking out into mumbled discussions as the room followed suit, rapidly emptying.

“You did good today.” Matt says beside you as he places his briefcase onto the table and begins putting his notes inside.

“Thanks.” you say, your fingers twisting and fidgety. There’s an awkward pause between you before you say, “So I’m assuming you’ll be reporting this all back to Pepper.”

He snaps his briefcase closed and extends his cane. You follow at his side as you join the last dregs filing out of the room. “I mean, I’m sure she saw most of the debate on TV so not much to report, but yes there will be a phone call and discussion about strategy for tomorrow.” At his words it’s at that point you realise the whole thing had been televised. You roll your eyes and huff frustrated, you could really use a drink. Sensing your unease, Matt pulls you to one side when you get out the doors. “Look I know this isn’t easy but when I said you’re doing a good job I meant it. Your Uncle would be-”

“Very proud of me, I know.” you cut in. You’d heard that so much lately it was almost like people were trying to push you into living up to his name, to filling his shoes, but you didn’t want any of that – not right now anyway.

“Hey Cherry!” a voice called down the hallway to you. You turn to see Rhodey cutting through the crowd to get to you. “Mr Murdock.” he says with a nod of his head in Matt’s direction as he comes to a stop.

“Mr Rhodes.” Matt politely responds before turning his attention back to you. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” he says cordially before turning to leave.

“I managed to get you a new phone.” Rhodey says as you turn towards him, his hand ushering the cellular device into your fingers. “It’s the best I can do on short notice. I tried to call round to the team at the bridge to see if they could find your actual phone but they say it could take days of moving rubble before they find it.”

“Thanks Rhodey.” you say, flashing him a small smile. There’s a pause before you say, “Did you know Pepper was sending me a Lawyer?” your eyebrows raise slyly as you fish for information.

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It’s almost 7.30 by the time you get home. Most of the remaining rays of the sun are hidden behind the massive glass and concrete buildings that surround you and a chill is beginning to settle in. You pat yourself down looking for your keys only to be reminded of the catastrophe that had been your morning. You groan in frustration as you slump against the glass door of the apartment block.

“Everything okay there?” came an elderly lady's voice from behind you.

You turn to see Mrs Ryan from apartment 5D waiting expectantly behind you with her shopping trolly. There’s a small mew that comes from the top of the basket and you aren’t surprised at all to find Socks riding on top of the chequered covered trolly. You give her a smile before giving her a brief recount of your day telling her all about how you lost your keys during the commotion over the bridge bombing (conveniently leaving out how you had actually been on the bridge), how you had been late for the Sokovia Accords conference and how you feel like you did absolutely awful at trying to argue your case on the side of the Avengers. “I just-” you falter trying to find the right words to understand why you feel so low. “I feel like everyone is expecting me to fill his shoes, you know. Everyone keeps saying how proud my Uncle would be of me, but the truth is I just feel like I’m letting him down.”

“Are you a lawyer?” she asks as she uses the fob on her keys to open the front door.

“No.” you reply as you follow behind her and her trolly into the foyer.

“Are you an Avenger?”

“I mean technically no.” you say, wincing at the thought of you being a hero in a gaudy outfit at all.

“Then it’s not your priority or problem if you do bad.”

“But what about-”

“I knew your Uncle.” You turn to her, surprised at the statement, as you both wait for the elevator. “And your Mom.” she adds in with a small finger wag. “Hard to believe now, but when they were younger they used to run around this very apartment block.” You look at her puzzled as she steps onto the elevator, the cat still sitting patiently in the top of her basket giving a small mew as the trolly passes over the gaps from the elevator doors. “Ah yes Rita.” she says with a sigh that invited a memory. “She was a Nanny for the Starks back in ‘79. Occasionally she would pop in with them when they were out and about running errands or going to the park.” she recounts as you press the buttons for your respective floors and the doors close. “They used to run up and down the stairs and through the corridors much to young Rita’s dismay. No, no. Your Uncle would be glad of you not turning out like him.” she says definitively.

“I never knew that.” you say slowly, trying to process the information the little old lady had given you.

“Well now you do.” she says as the elevator comes to a stop on her floor. The small bell dings and socks hops off the top of the shopping basket with wheels with a meow of thanks.

“Umm Mrs Ryan,” you say and she stops to turn back and look at you. “Thank you.”

She doesn’t say anything else, just gives a small smile and nod of her head as the doors begin to close behind her. You look down to the cat sitting patiently in front of the doors, watching his reflection in the metal and paying you no attention, and relax slightly with a content smile; as if a small fraction of weight has been lifted from your shoulders.

You make your way down the corridor to your apartment hopeful for someone to be home to let you in. You wrap your knuckles on the door but alas no one is home. It’s at this point you are grateful for hiding a spare key in the hallway.

You check behind the small framed picture that hangs on the wall between your apartment and the one at the end of the hall. Given your affiliation for artwork it seemed like the most logical space to hide it. It slips off the back of the canvas frame, falling to the floor with a tiny clatter and you sigh a breath of relief.

You switch on a lamp and one of the neon signs in the living room as you enter the apartment, dumping the spare key down on the dining table, resigning yourself to putting it back later. You kick off your boots and pad into the kitchen. You immediately open the fridge, searching for a drink, the bottles in the door clinking against each other with the force of the swing.

You swipe the quarter full bottle of vodka from the top shelf before reaching for one of the shot glasses that are drying on the draining board. You kick the fridge door shut behind you with a clattering thunk, as you head back to the living room. You flop onto the couch cushions, using the bounce to sit yourself forward on the sofa. You dump the bottle and glass down on the coffee table and reach for the remote sitting on the tabletop next to the bottle. You run an exasperated hand through your hair as you switch it on, the sound of a news anchor's voice instantly permeating the stale air of the apartment.

‘The total number injured by the attack has now reached 24. In other news, things got heated on the other side of the city today as the first round of arguments over the renegotiation of the Sokovia Accords began. The accords which came into effect back in 2016’

You begin pouring yourself a shot as you try to block out the news report just long enough to have your first drink before switching over the channels.

“The side of the Avengers Initiative was being represented by Y/N Stark, the Niece of the late Tony Stark. Tony Stark also known as Iron Man gave his life-“

You begin flicking through the channels searching for anything else to watch. Passing reruns of old sitcoms and even a few old kids cartoons before you find a channel showing Back to the Future. It was one of those films your Uncle introduced you to and neither of you could resist watching it when it was on TV.

It had just gotten to the bit after Marty first travels back to 1955 and you pour yourself another shot as the jingle of Mr Sandman begins permeating your apartment. You’re about to relax further into the couch cushions when there’s a sudden tap tap tap at the window.

You turn to see Peter out on the fire escape with a pizza box in one hand, his fingertips on the opposite hand resting against the glass of the window, as he waits for you to open it. He flashes you an almost guilty looking smile and you rush to open the window.

“What the? Why didn’t you just use the door?”

“I couldn’t remember which number was yours.” He replies bashfully trying to brush off his logic.

“Oh but you can remember which window is to our apartment?” You step back, placing your hands on your hips looking him up and down sceptically.

“Well I remembered what side of the building you were on and how many floors up it's just basic math. Besides I tried to call.” He adds innocently. “Now are you gonna let me in or?” He waves the pizza around slightly, silently asking if you didn’t actually want it, thus allowing him to have it all for himself; or if you were just gonna make him wait out there until it goes cold.

You roll your eyes and step back further to allow him to climb in through the window awkwardly with one hand, trying not to drop the pizza. When he is finally inside the room his head turns to check what’s on the TV as you take the pizza box from his hand, allowing him to settle in properly.

“Back to the Future.” He says towards the TV as you fall back onto the couch, your legs flicking out and almost hitting the coffee table with your momentum. “I love that movie.” He adds as he shrugs his backpack and jacket off of his shoulders before taking a seat on the sofa beside you. You open up the pizza box to reveal a half and half of plain margarita and the other pepperoni.

“I didn’t know what you liked so I just went for the classics.” He says.

“I like the classics.” You say with a few nods of your head.

You each take a slice and start munching on it as you both turn your attention to the movie. After a few moments you break the silence between the two of you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t pick up your calls, it’s just been a bit of a day and I lost my phone and-“

“It’s okay.” He says. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. We can just sit here and watch the movie.”

You feel grateful for his air of nonchalance not pushing you for any answers straight away. You go back to watching the movie in silence for a few minutes but you can’t help but ask. “Did you watch…?” You can’t bring yourself to finish the question, feeling it too vain as you also turn your head to avoid his eyes.

“Will it make you feel better if I say no?”

“I mean…” you let the sentence hang unfinished in the air, not sure if you’d rather have the truth and talk about it or not.

“I caught the end of it.” he finally says.

��And…?”

“What, you want me to tell you you were terrible?” he asks with a smirk and a chuckle turning his body towards you.

“Yeah actually.” you joke but your tone is more self deprecating as your eyebrows lift encouraging him.

He chuckles before reaching out to you, forcing you to look at him as his tone becomes more serious. “Cherry, I could never think you terrible.”

You allow his words to sink in for only a moment before shrugging them and him off slightly, shifting your body and pulling away from him. You reach for another slice of pizza, your body and gaze turning back towards the movie.

You both continue to watch the movie in silence but the bottle of vodka sits in your peripheral on the table, screaming at you to be drunk. You hastily get up and go to the kitchen to grab another shot glass.

You come back and slam the glass down on the table next to your own. Peter watches you closely as you pour out the two shots and hand him one, allowing him not much say in the matter. He raises his eyebrows at you as he takes the small glass between his fingers.

“Look I’ve had a hard day, I want to drink and if my Uncle taught me anything, it’s that it’s sad to drink alone when with company.”

You clink your glass against his in cheers before knocking it back, the liquid burning your throat and you wrinkle your eyes. When you open them again Peter hasn’t moved, he’s just watching you. You expect pity in his eyes but are met with something else instead. His eyes almost sparkle friendly, yet impressed, as he holds out his shot to you. “You want this one as well?” he asks.

You give out a small breathy scoff as you smile, taking the glass from him. He takes your empty glass from you so you can clink the empty glass and do your ritual again.

“Feel better?” he asks with raised eyebrows and smirk.

“Yeah actually, a little.”

“Good.” he says, taking the glasses and putting them down on the table. “Probably best to wait for those to kick in first before doing any more though.”

You smile and nod as you lean back into the sofa, a small buzz slowly flowing from the tip of your head down through the rest of your body. Peter moves the mostly empty pizza box out the way before leaning back and getting comfortable himself. He reaches an arm out to encourage you to cuddle yourself into his side and you do with a smile playing at the corners of your mouth.

You tilt your head to look up at him, his eyes don’t break from the TV. You reach up to press a kiss against his cheek. “Thank you.”

“What for?”

“For this.” you say gesturing to the pizza, movie and company. “For not being judgemental.” you finish, referring to the vodka bottle on the table.

“You’ve had a hard day.” he says, pressing a kiss to your temple in return. “We all have our vices for hard days.”

“Really?” you question, leaning your head back with a mischievous look on your face to observe him better.

“Yes,” he says with an eye roll.

“What’s yours?” you say, pressing him further.

“Oh no I can’t tell you that.” he says with a head shake. His eyes become fixed to the TV again for a moment. You don’t stop staring at him though as you wait. “What!?” he squirms as his eyes fall back to yours.

“Is it something weird?” you question, your eyes trying to see through into his brain and pluck the answer out without him having to say it. He remains silent as you begin to guess. “Let me guess it’s a sex thing isn’t it?”

“No, no.” he objects but the way he squirms has you thinking otherwise.

Before you have a chance to press him further though the front door opens and Kate’s voice calls out into the apartment. “HELLO?!”

“HI.” you call back, your eyes still not leaving Peter’s.

“Oh hi.” Kate says from behind you as she realises you have company.

“Hi.” Peter greets her with a small wave.

“Ummm I’ve been trying to message you all afternoon and ask how this afternoon went?” she asks you innocently.

You roll your eyes and slump back into the cushions with a groan.

“That bad huh?” she says reaching for the vodka bottle and one of the glasses off the table and pouring herself one. “Looks like I need to catch up with the mood for the evening then.”

You take one look at Peter, who is almost staring at Kate as she takes the shot, and an idea comes into your head.

“Is there anything to eat?” Kate asks as she puts down the shot glass before shedding herself from her jacket and walking to the kitchen. You keep your eyes on Peter as his gaze follows her from the room.

“There’s a couple slices of pizza left.” you shout her way.

“Nah I had pizza for lunch.” she calls back.

Peter’s attention turns back to the movie, which has almost finished.

“I’ll be back.” you say quietly to him as you use his thigh to push yourself off the sofa. He flashes you a quick smile before he turns back to the film.

“What do you think of Peter?.” you ask Kate in a hushed voice as you enter the kitchen. She’s pulled down a half full bag of chips from one of the cupboards and is snacking on them.

“He’s cute.” she says with food in her mouth. “Why?” It takes her a moment, but the cogs finally start falling into place. You watch as her expression changes with realisation and she coughs as she almost chokes on the mouthful of potato chips. She begins shaking her head at you as she tries to swallow the food.

“Oh come on, please? It’s not like we haven’t done it before. I’ve had a hard day and really just want to have some fun and blow off some steam.” She is silent as she contemplates the offer you’re putting on the table. “Look you couldn’t get hold of me on my phone because I got caught up in all that shit at the bridge this morning and lost it, then I was late for the conference, and don’t even get me started on how that went.” you ramble as you try to explain and twist her arm. “I mean come on, when was the last time you got laid?”

She rolls her eyes as she slams the bag of chips down on the kitchen side. She then creeps towards the kitchen door to peer around the frame to get another look at Peter. “He’s really good at it.” you whisper into her ear.

“It?” she mocks you like you’re a child unable to use words properly.

“Oh come on, you know what I mean.” you sass back almost stomping your foot and playing into her joke that you are a child even more. “Please…” you beg.

“How do you know that’s what he wants?” she asks as she moves back across the kitchen to continue munching on the bag of potato chips.

You hold up a silent finger to her before rushing back out into the living room. “Yo Parker,” you say loudly across the room to him to get his attention, “threesome, my room, you me and Kate, you in?” he’s taken aback for a moment by the sudden outburst.

“Um, uh” you watch him shuffle in his seat on the couch as he looks between you and Kate, who has poked her head out of the kitchen doorway, “uh yeah, Yeah.” he repeats the word with more conviction.

You turn your head in Kate’s direction with eyebrows raised in a look that says ‘see’.

“Fine.” she concedes as she dramatically drops the bag of chips on the dining room table. You smile at her as you take her hand and begin to lead her to your bedroom.

“You coming Parker?” you call out to him where he is frozen in disbelief on the sofa.

“Yup, Yes.” he nervously shoots out as he rushes to follow, almost walking into the coffee table.

You pull Kate around you as you enter the bedroom, a half giggle, half squeal falling from her mouth as her body jolts with the momentum and she comes to a stop in front of you.

You waste no time in pulling her towards you, your hand pushing her long dark hair out of the way, as you bring her soft lips to yours. They are familiar and warm and neither of you waste time feeling shy, both happy to deepen the kiss as your hands begin to trail up and down each other's arms and bodies.

The first time you and Kate had kissed was at a bar when some guy kept trying to push himself up against you. Kate acted as your saviour pretending she was your girlfriend to get him to go away; but you were both drunk and one kiss led to another kiss and then another, until you had both ended up in your bed at the end of the night. They say everyone has an experimental phase in their early 20s when they go to college and although you know you have a preference for dating guys (unsure if that’s just because the societal norm is easier and pretty girls are intimidating or you are indeed straight), you still love spending time exploring your best friend’s body every now and again.

Peter watches frozen from the doorway as you slide Kate’s purple flannel shirt down her arms, it dropping to the floor at her feet. Kate unbuttons the first few buttons on your shirt before pulling it over your head and dropping it to the floor. Your hands grip onto her hips, thumbs ghosting underneath her t-shirt as you lean in to nuzzle at her neck. You can feel her eyes boring into Peter’s over your head, challenging him to come and stake his claim on you but he remains frozen in shock at the turn of events.

Your lips snake back up Kate’s neck and along her jaw to capture her lips in yours again, your tongue dipping freely between her parted lips. The sensation of the tip of her tongue against yours sends shivers through your body and excitement to flutter down between your legs. Your fingers grip the hem of her t-shirt and begin to lift it up her body and over her head. As soon as it's above her head she’s pulling your lips back to her’s. She pulls her arms forcefully from the arm holes before throwing the shirt at Peter. It’s the action he needs to get him moving as his reflexes kick in to catch it.

Kate turns you around so you’re facing Peter as he begins stalking across the room to you both. Kate’s breasts push firmly against your back as she leans over your shoulder to start nibbling at your neck, her hands keeping a tight hold of your hips, pulling your ass back firmly against her body.

Your hands reach out for Peter as he gets closer, your fingers hooking into the belt loops of his jeans and pulling him to you. You tilt your head to look up at him as he comes to loom over you, his eyes dark and heated. Kate nips playfully at your neck and your lips part with a gasp but Peter’s lips are suddenly on yours, swallowing the moan with his own mouth. Kate feels you tremble beneath her fingers at the move and smirks into your neck.

Your fingers blindly fumble with the belt, button and zip on Peter’s jeans as his tongue licks into your mouth. He parts from you to lift his shirt over his head as you begin to pull his jeans down, exposing his boxer briefs and the semi growing within them. Kate’s thumbs hook into your leggings and she crouches as she pulls them down, her teeth grazing your ass cheeks through your underwear as you step out of the pooled fabric at your ankles.

Peter’s hands cup either side of your face as he hungrily pulls your lips back to his and you moan against his mouth. Your arm reaches behind you for Kate, pulling her back to a stand. You break your lips away from Peter. You watch him closely as he looks between you and Kate before he leans in to kiss her over your shoulder. You watch with a smirk of satisfaction.

Your hand reaches below the waistband of his underwear, wrapping around his length and pumping it a few times, feeling it grow in your soft grasp. Peter breaks his lips away from Kate to look at you. It feels so intimate in an otherwise very exposing moment.

Kate takes a step back from the two of you to shed herself of her own jeans as you use one hand to push Peter back onto the bed. His legs part, his hands reaching to pull you to stand between them. His doe eyes look up at you, his fingertips brushing against the bare skin of your thighs. It’s a look that says ‘thank you for this opportunity but you are still my main priority’. You smile to yourself as you lean down to kiss him. You struggle to make your lips relax in your giddiness making the kiss all tight lipped and toothy as you end up nuzzling your nose against his.

“Just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.” he says to you, as Kate flops onto the bed in her underwear beside him.

He watches you closely as you look from him to her and back again. You beckon her closer to you and you lean across him to place a kiss against her lips again, your fingers combing into the hair at the base of her neck to pull her in to you.

You break the kiss to look back at Peter. “I want you to show her what you can do with that expert tongue of yours.” you say to him, your eyes heavy and sultry. He bolsters in confidence at your words giving Kate a look to silently check and ask if that’s okay. “I promise she tastes good.” you say, your eyebrows raising at Kate, boosting her own confidence too, not that she needs it.

You take Peter’s chin between thumb and forefinger, to turn his head back to you so you can kiss him again. Kate begins taking off her underwear as you begin to push Peter’s chest so that he is laying back on the bed. You begin to trail kisses down his chest as his hands reach out to wrap around Kate’s legs as she moves to straddle his face. His stomach twitches underneath your lips as they continue to trickle a trail of kisses down to the waistband of his boxers.

You lift your head to watch Kate’s head fall back and a moan escape her lips as Peter begins to lick into her folds. “Mmm yeah.” she moans as his tongue flicks over her clit, sucking it between his lips.

He feels twitchy beneath you as you begin to pull down the waistband of his underwear, his cock springing free the moment it has the space to. You nibble your lower lip at the sight as he shifts his hips to help you take the garment off of him, your fingers ripping the fabric down his legs and tossing it blindly behind you.

Your fingers rake back up his legs as you settle yourself between them. With his head nestled between Kate’s legs, eyes closed, ears muffled, it only heightens his other senses more. He involuntarily feels himself squirm under your touch and he has to grip tighter onto Kate’s thighs to keep her sex in place over his tongue.

“Oh fuck.” Kate moans again at the change of pressure on her clit and she reaches a hand down between her legs, tangling her fingers in Peter’s hair.

You take his hardened length in your fingers, giving him a few pumps, before you take his length into your mouth. You hear him grunt into Kate’s pussy in satisfaction as his hips thrust up, pushing his length further into your mouth, making him hit the back of your throat.

You gasp for air as you remove his cock from your mouth, fingers twisting and pumping his length. Your tongue reaches out to lick a stripe up the side of him from base to tip, your tongue swirling around the top, before you put his full length back inside. You hollow out your cheeks beginning to bob up and down.

You can hear Kate’s breathy pants and noises coming quicker now, Peter wanting to bring her to a finish as quick as possible, so he could move and start giving you some attention in return. He reaches one of his hands down to rest on the back of your head, guiding you slowly as to not break his concentration.

“Oh Fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Kate’s pants out loudly into the room as her legs begin to shake her finish coming over her. Her hands reach for stability on the bed as she continues to grind her sex against Peter’s tongue riding out her high.

When she is done she collapses onto her side on the mattress and Peter is quick to wriggle free of her legs, lifting your head off of his cock in the process. He smashes his mouth into yours as he pulls you up from the floor between his legs. His tongue licks lavishly into your mouth as he comes to a stand. You break the kiss to turn towards Kate.

“You were right.” she says as she wriggles up the bed to lie between the pillows at the top of the bed. “He is really good at that.”

“I know right.” you giggle as you climb onto the bed. You crawl up the bed towards her on all fours, your mouth coming up to connect with hers in a gentle kiss as Peter stands watching, giving his length a few gentle pulls.

You move from Kate’s lips, kissing down her neck, your fingers moving her hair away and pulling her bra straps down as you continue to leave a trail of kisses down her chest. Your hands move to paw at her boobs through her bra. She shifts, her hand reaching around her back to unclasp the last item of clothing she’s wearing. You move back to kissing her lips while you wait for the restrictive item to be removed. As soon as it’s out of the way you quickly take her breast back into your mouth, tongue licking, swirling and sucking at her nipples.

Peter continues to watch, pulling softly on his cock as he moves to the bedside table to where he knows you keep a box of condoms. He takes out one of the foil packets and moves quietly back around the bed, continuing to watch you and Kate.

Kate watches as Peter rolls the condom down onto his length, taking in his impressive size. She tangles her fingers into your hair pulling you away from her breasts and your mouth back to hers as she gets an idea. She breaks away from you, flipping herself around so her head is laying at the opposite end of the bed.

She shifts herself underneath you, your legs straddling her face. Her soft fingers wrap around your thighs as she guides your pussy towards her mouth. You let out a sigh as her tongue reaches to lick a gentle stripe along your folds, opening them up to her. She circles the tip of her tongue around your clit before sucking it between her lips. You suck your bottom lip between your teeth as you hum in satisfaction, your head relaxing forward between your shoulders.

From this view you can see how her pussy glistens below you and you can’t help reaching for a taste. You feel her moan against your own cunt as your tongue makes contact with hers. She tastes sweet and you can’t help but adjust yourself, your head falling deeper between her legs as you lap at her juices.

Kate’s eyes glance up to Peter from between your legs. Her eyebrows lift suggestively, encouraging him to step forward. You feel Kate’s hands shift on your hips lifting your ass further into the air slightly. It’s only when you feel him press his cock gentle against your folds that you understand why. Kate pauses her ministration on your cunt with her mouth as Peter slowly eases himself inside.

You pull your lips away from her sex, eyes closing as you arch your back, feeling Peter’s cock push slowly inside you hitting every sensitive spot along the way. He pauses a moment to allow you to adjust and that’s when you feel Kate’s tongue reach out to tickle at your clit. You moan at the feeling, a small “ahh yes” falling from your lips.

Kate holds her tongue out as Peter begins to move, allowing his momentum as he begins to pump his length in and out of your wet cunt to help her lick your entrance, giving her contact with both your clit and his length.

“Uh fuck.” Peter grunts as Kate adjusts her head to also lick at his balls as he moves back and forth.

“Oh yeah, just like that.” you moan as your head relaxes, your tongue darting out to lick at the entrance of Kate’s pussy again. She moans and it vibrates your cunt and Peter’s cock.

“You two are gonna kill me if you keep that up.” Peter cautions.

You lift your head to look at him over your shoulder, a smile plastered on your face. “Come on Parker, show us what you’ve got.” you tease. He begins snapping his hips faster with the encouraging statement.

“Oh fuck, fuck, right there.” you say, closing your eyes as your hips begin to rut back into him.

Kate takes her mouth away from your entrance, instead reaching her hand between your legs to circle your clit with her fingers. “Oh my god, fuck!” you shout as your pussy begins to clamp down on Peter.

“So fucking tight.” Peter grunts. “Come on baby, I want you to come all over her face.” he says as his confidence begins to grow even more. He reaches a gentle hand out to Kate’s face between your legs. “Stick your tongue out.” he encourages her, his thumb pushing her jaw open.

You are so close to your orgasm dropping and Peter can feel it. “Oh my god, fuck I’m gonna come.” you moan.

“Come on baby just like that.” he encourages you as he feels you tighten around his cock. “Ready?” he asks Kate and she nods enthusiastically.

She reaches her fingers up to rub frantically at your clit and it sends you over the edge. Peter quickly pulls out and Kate pulls your hips down into her face, her tongue lapping at your fluttering cunt. “Ah Oh FUCK!” you cry out.

Peter smiles to himself as he watches you come undone on her face. He lazily pumps his length as he crouches at the side of the bed to get a closer look.

Kate sucks your sensitive clit between her mouth and it’s enough to make you jump off of her. “Ah fuck no.” you say as you collapse onto the bed beside her, your thighs rubbing against each other, attempting to ride out the over sensitive feeling between them.

Kate smiles and giggles at you, reaching to grab your ankle so she can place a soft and tentative kiss on your calf. She sits herself up onto her knees and Peter reaches over to kiss your cum off of her lips, licking into her mouth to get as much of the taste of your cunt from it as possible.

She grabs his shoulders and pulls him back down onto the bed on top of her, her hand reaching for his cock. They shuffle up together onto the bed before she lines him up with her entrance. You turn yourself to lie down next to her to watch, your hand reaching out to rub at her breasts and pinch her nipples.

Her back arches, head tilting back as he pushes inside her. You reach your mouth to capture her lips into yours. Peter slowly begins thrusting into her, his thumb rubbing slow lazy circles over Kate’s clit. She moans eagerly against your lips, her eyes scrunching.

Peter’s thrusts are slow and long as he rubs against all the sensitive spots inside Kate’s pussy. She breaks away from your lips, her chin resting against her chest watching Peter's cock disappear inside her as she pants and moans. “Oh yeah.” she whines, as your lips reach to nuzzle into her neck.

You part your legs, your fingers playing with the entrance of your pussy. You feel a hand reach out and playfully slap at your thigh. You pull your mouth away from Kate’s neck to look at Peter. His hand reaches out for better purchase on your leg, pulling you down the bed towards him. He swats your hand away from your cunt, his fingers reaching out to penetrate your entrance. You hear Kate moan beside you as he continues to thrust inside her but you don’t dare take your eyes off of him.

“Peter.” you moan, as his fingers twist inside you, curling inwards in a come hither motion.

“I know baby.” he coos to you softly. “I know.”

“Ah fuck.” Kate cries as Peter thrusts into her with an extra sharpness, hitting a new spot and breaking the moment between you.

You break your gaze from him, licking your lips as you turn to lightly kiss Kate’s sensitive skin. She moans, reaching out for you. You stretch up to reach her mouth as Peter continues to slide his fingers in and out of your wet pussy, his thumb rubbing circles against your clit. You moan freely into Kate’s mouth, your hands reaching to cup her face.

Peter can feel Kate’s walls squeezing him, her legs shifting, that coil deep in her belly growing tighter. He reluctantly removes his fingers from you, grasping her thighs and setting in a wicked pace. Kate’s mouth falls from yours as her head falls back into the bed, succumbing to Peter’s rapid thrusts. You roll yourself over, mouth latching onto her breast, teeth grazing her nipples making her moan and body tense and squirm.

“Come here.” Peter encourages you, his hands reaching to get you to move your body on top of Kate’s. He gives your ass a playful smack as you position it in front of him as your mouth goes back to kissing a trail across Kate’s chest.

Kate shifts, her own hand reaching between your bodys to rub circles on her clit chasing her orgasm until it crashes. You watch closely as her mouth falls open, a guttural moan ripping from her throat. Peter thrusts into her a few more times, helping her ride out her high before he’s pulling out of her completely. You watch over your shoulder as he shifts slightly and slips himself inside you. You moan at the feeling of his cock filling you again.

Your breasts hang enticingly in front of Kate and she lifts her head to suck one into her mouth. “Oh god yeah.” you moan, your head snapping back to Kate. You place a hand to the side of her face, tilting her face up to kiss you and feel another playful tap to your ass.

“You both are so pretty. Look so good when you kiss each other like that.” Peter says.

You whine indignantly as you feel his cock leave you again, your pussy fluttering around nothing. He lines himself back up with Kate again and thrusts inside her a few times before returning back to you again.

“Oh you both feel so good.” he says as he continues to keep dipping back and forth between you and Kate.

Kate watches your face closely, her hands clasped either side of your face. She watches how your eyebrows furrow frustrated every time he removes himself from you just as he’s hitting the right spot inside you, teasing you. She watches as you nibble on your lip and she leans up to capture it with her own, her tongue soothing the irritated flesh. He’s in just the right spot that he’s edging you and the next time he does it elicits a frustrated groan to fall from your mouth, your head burying in Kate’s neck to hide the tears that threaten the corners of your eyes.

“Parker, stop teasing her.” Kate’s voice comes out strong and threatening, her hands brushing against your sides soothingly. “Come here Cherry.” she says as she rolls you.

She lays you on your back on the bed, a hand reaching for a pillow to cradle your head. “Fuck her nicely Parker.” she says as she encourages him to take the space inbetween your open legs. She kisses you tenderly as Peter lines himself back up with your entrance again.

The new position makes him rub excruciatingly against those sensitive spots inside you he’s already worked up inside you. You whimper with the sensitivity and it makes him feel bad. Kate moves herself out the way for Peter to lean forward and capture your lips with his. It’s a soft and tender apology. “I’m sorry, I’ve got you, I promise.” he coos into your lips, willing you to relax.

His hips move lazily as he fucks up into you, trying to ease all that tension he’d created.

Seeing the energy change between you and Peter, Kate leans down to whisper in your ear. “I’ll leave you both to it.”

She quietly shifts herself off the bed and collects her things from the floor before creeping out the bedroom and padding barefoot down to the bathroom.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” Peter coos as he looks down into your eyes.

He runs a hand down the back of your thigh, bending it more at the knee and pushing your legs further open. You moan, your head pushing deeper into the pillow as he fucks into you deeper.

“You’re so good to me.” he continues to praise you as his head falls into the crook of your neck, his lips trailing kisses across the skin.

“Uh, you feel so good.” you reply breathlessly.

“Harder.” you say tentatively after a pause. “Please Peter.”

“Oh god.” he growls into your neck in satisfaction.

He leans himself back, his hips snapping faster, thumb moving to rub furiously over your clit. You can feel yourself getting close, the lower muscles of your body pulling tight. “Come on baby, cum for me.” Peter pants, his stamina really being put to the test now as he holds on tight, stopping himself from coming too early. “Please baby please.” he almost begs.

Your hands reach up to cup either side of his face, forcing him to look at you. Your mouth hangs open, just millimetres away from his lips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” you cry on the edge, his forehead pushing against yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him tight to you as you feel the wave of your orgasm taking over you as you cry out, small tears pooling in the corners of your eyes at the sensitivity, as he continues to plough into you; faster harder now, chasing his own high.

“Come for me Peter.” you pant into his mouth, eyes closed as you fight the sensitivity between your legs to allow him to finish. But he doesn’t finish. His arms wrap around you as he pulls you close to him, sitting you both upright so you sit nice and tight on his cock in his lap.

“Ahh Peter.” you squeal with the movement, your arms holding round his neck tighter, your head pressing into his neck, breathing in the comforting scent of him as he continues to grind you up and down on his length.

It’s slow and sensual and makes your clit rub against his stomach muscles, but it’s what he needs to keep you on the edge so you can go over the top with him. His hands reach for your head, forcing you to look in his eyes. “You’re doing so well for me baby, just a little bit more. Just a little bit more.”

He holds you tight, looking deep into your eyes, as your fingers tangle into the unruly hairs at the base of his skull. “I want you to forget about all the bad things that happened today. I’ve got you.” he breathes into you, “I’ve always got you.”

He uses his thumb to wipe at a long tear that escapes from the corner of your eye, kissing the skin better in an attempt to fully erase it. “I’ve got you.” he says again.

“Peter.” you moan breathlessly in just the way he loves hearing you say his name.

“Say it again baby.”

“Peter.”

You feel his hips stutter underneath you before they still. He holds you close, his eyes boring into yours as his cock twitches within you, his seed spilling into the condom inside you. You crash your lips into his in relief. His hands brush soothingly over your hair as his lips melt against yours. “I’ve got you.” he whispers again reassuringly against your lips.

It all becomes too much, too emotional for your sensitive body and your tears begin to flow freely as he holds you close to his chest. “I’ve got you.” he continues to whisper into your hair as you finally let it all out.

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