Title: Where I’m From (Back to the Future part 2(Reader x Peter Parker)
Summary: The reader stays up late to try new things and finish Peter’s book reccomendation, Harry Potter.
Word Count: 1673
A/N: I love love love this series so much and hope you do, too. I really want to do a pt 3 I think, if you like? Lol! I hope you enjoy!
PART 3
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“You’re still reading that thing?” Natasha raised an eyebrow at you as you stepped into the kitchen of Stark Tower, your nose stuck in the first book of the Harry Potter series, one that your newfound friend Peter was baffled that you hadn’t read yet. You couldn’t help that they were written in a different time than your favorite novels.
You quirked up an eyebrow at her and Natasha stare at you while sipping a beer, “I’m almost finished,” you said with a laugh, joining her at the table.
She laughed loudly before getting to her feet, “Teens your age don’t usually read on the weekend, unless they have to. I know exactly two teenage bookworms now,” she said with a smile, “Want a poptart? I’ve got two in the toaster.”
“Poptart?” your furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as Natasha’s eyes widened as if you’d just spoiled the ending of a movie.
“Were you raised by wolves, Y/L/N?” she laughed again, dropping a frosted pastry in front of you, “A Poptart, it’s strawberry. They’re delicious, not the healthiest though. Don’t tell Tony,” she winked and bent back over her cell phone, leaving you with the wizarding world of Harry Potter and your strawberry pastry.
“Tony, you’ll never believe this!” Natasha broke the silence in the kitchen as he strode in with droopy eyelids and a frown, all hidden behind a pair of glasses. He hummed in response and poured himself a cup of coffee- it was late at night, you couldn’t see how that would help- only to gulp half of it down before leaning back against the countertop with an eyebrow raised at her, “This kid has never had a Poptart. Can you believe it?”
Tony shrugged, “Well, the frosted Poptart wasn’t released until nineteen sixty sev-I mean, yeah. Her family’s just all about all natural foods. They don’t have them where Y/N comes from,” his eyes widened and he slurped loudly at his coffee while Natasha eyed him curiously.
“That’s true,” you interjected, marking the spot in your book with your finger. You and Tony glanced at each other wearily and you gave weak smile, “They are delicious, though.”
“Alrighty then…” Natasha laughed, clicking the power button of her cell phone while getting to her feet, “I think I’m gonna turn in for the night.”
“What are you still doing up? Isn’t it past your bedtime or something?” Tony raised an eyebrow at you as you bent back over your book.
“I only have one hundred pages left. This book is amazing!” you said with a gleeful smile, turning to the next chapter of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.
“Don’t stay up too late, please. I’ll be in the lab with Bruce if you need me. But please don’t need me,” he smiled and rubbed at his eyes exhaustedly, “If I see you’re still up when I get another cup of coffee, we might have to instill a curfew and it probably won’t be a good one. Good night,” Tony laughed before leaving you with just Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
Even if the idea of a strict curfew didn’t bother you too much, you couldn’t let an early bedtime keep you from learning all there was to learn about the 21st century. Especially when there were more books like Harry Potter to read and more sweet breakfast items to try.
“Boo!” someone tapped on your shoulder and made you jump and clutch your chest, your heart beating rapidly as you turned to face them with wide eyes. It was only Peter, now standing with a frown on his face, “Oh, did I scare you? Sorry,” he mumbled, sitting in the chair next to you.
“What are you doing up?” you quizzed him, snapping a smaller piece of pop tart off of the pastry to pop into your mouth. Poptarts were something you’d have to remember to add to your list of things in the future.
Peter shrugged and fumbled with his textbook, “I’ve got homework to finish,” he said simply, peering over your shoulder at the pages of your book. Your cheeks burned red as you turned to look at him, “You’re already almost finished? What do you think so far?”
You closed your book and folded your hands in your lap before turning to him with a gleeful smile on your face, “It’s wonderful. I wish…I wish we had these where I’m from. Is there another?” you asked. Peter laughed and gave a nod, scribbling down the answer to an equation before answering.
“There are six more after that one. I can’t believe you’ve never heard of them before,” he said with a chuckle. You laughed lightly and returned to your reading, Peter catching himself staring at you as you immersed yourself back in your book, completely unaware.
The best part of finishing a book was always closing it triumphantly, so that’s what you did. Peter peered over at you as you did so, a smile dancing across your face, “You said there are six more?” he laughed and got to your feet, dropping the book on top of Peter’s textbook, “Thank you for letting me borrow it,” you said with a smile, making your way to the kitchen for a cup of tea.
“I have all of them, I’ll bring the next one for you tomorrow. Be careful though, you might become obsessed,” he smiled and followed suit, snagging an extra mug from the cupboard for his own tea.
“Which character do you think you’re like?” a puzzled look found your face as he asked it, “I think I’m Ron. You know! Diligent, funny, loyal, strikingly handsome,” his cheeks were flushed as the two of you laughed at his joke.
“How loyal? Golden retriever loyal?” Peter rolled his eyes while you chuckled at your own joke, wiggling your eyebrows at him while he twirled a spoon around in his fingers.
“You’d probably be Hermione, Y/N,” he said as you slurped at your tea with a questioning eyebrow raised at him, “Smart, loyal, pragmatic, caring, especially for her two best friends in the whole wide world. I could go on, but I’ll spare you.”
You giggled and shook your head at him, a noise from down the hallway making you jump and send piping hot tea splashing out of your mug.
“What?” Peter asked with a raised eyebrow while you looked down the hallway for the source of the noise. It had to be Tony for another cup of coffee; who else would be up that late? Well, besides you and Peter.
“It’s Tony. He told me if he sees me up he’ll enforce some crazy curfew,” you chuckled and looked around with wide eyes for some way out of the kitchen before he showed up.
“Get under the island,” Peter said, nodding to the counter in the middle of the kitchen. You raised an eyebrow as he tugged at your forearm to practically stuff you under the counter, “I’ll cover for you,” he grabbed your mug of tea and stared at it, knowing it would be a total giveaway if Tony saw it. So, he did what he thought had to be done; Peter dumped it into the sink. You sighed, hunched over on your hands and knees as you listened for Tony’s footsteps to get closer.
“Oh, Mr. Parker. What are you doing up?” Tony yawned and stalked to the coffee pot next to the fridge.
“Just thought I’d finish some homework,” Peter tapped his foot impatiently and loudly slurped at his tea, glancing over at Tony nervously.
“Y/N like that book of yours?” Of course he had to make small talk when you were holding your breath under the counter to keep from being discovered.
“Uh, yes. I-I mean, I think so,” he chuckled nervously while you rolled your eyes, you could practically feel the nerves radiating off of Peter.
“Look; Y/N likes you. Just be careful, okay?” your eyes widened and your cheeks burned red as you heart Tony speak in a low voice, almost as if he was telling a secret that shouldn’t be told, “It’s late, I don’t know what I’m saying I guess. You know what; she’ll probably kill me if she finds out I told you since she doesn’t even believe it herself. But…I didn’t say anything, okay?”
Peter gulped and stared down at his tea, unresponsive. You had to elbow him in the shin for him to mumble an ‘okay’ so that Tony would leave again. He crouched down in front of you with an anxious smile on his face, “Well, he’s gone,” Peter said quietly, his voice wavering.
You clambered to your feet and cleared your throat loudly, your cheeks flushed pink, “Sorry I dumped your tea out,” Peter sighed loudly and slid his untouched mug across the counter, “You can have mine, if you want.”
A small smile made its way to your face, “You can keep it, Peter,” you said with a light laugh, “I’d, uh, better go to bed.”
Peter nodded in agreement, “Oh, yeah. Me too, it’s late, you know,” he rubbed the back of his neck anxiously while you nodded curtly.
“Thank you for the book. I do expect the second one soon,” you wiggled your eyebrows at him and dusted your hands off on the front of your jeans, a pair that Wanda had picked out for you when you went shopping.
He laughed, “Of course. Good night, Y/N,” you smiled and turned on your heel to leave while Peter watched, a lump forming in his throat. He was now a ball of nerves and stress just thinking about what Tony had said to him.
A giddy smile made its way to your face as you tiptoed down the hallway, the fact that Tony somehow knew you liked Peter before you did was boggling your mind. He didn’t even sound mad about it; which made you want to dance all the way to bed.
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