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spideyscnse · 5 years

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Red and Blue

Word Count: 1.4K

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Avenger!Reader

Warnings: None? Pure fluffiness !

Summary: One sleepy night, when both Peter and you are tired of studying for tomorrow’s Chemistry exam, you suddenly realise how extraordinary Peter would look with painted nails.

Note: Please do not plagiarise my work!

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“Okay, my turn,” You said, flipping the study card to the other side, reading the question off the paper, “So, Pete, what’s the chemical name for…”

You narrowed your eyes at the boy sitting on the carpet opposite you, surrounded by several notebooks and textbooks.

His head was on his knee, and you were sure his eyes were closed. He’d fallen asleep.

You couldn’t blame him, though. Since he’d come over to your apartment three hours ago, the two of you hadn’t taken a single break from studying for the chemistry exam that was taking place the next day.

It was eleven p.m. now, and while Peter could stay awake chatting to you about pointless things but he was hopeless at late-night studying.

This had happened more than once before, and though it was sort of irritating it was mostly just adorable.

He was snoring softly, now, and you giggled as he turned his head, adjusting his position.

“Pete,” You said quietly, tapping him on the shoulder.

He suddenly jolted awake, his eyes wide open, “Ah! Oh—um, hey, sorry—that’s my spider sense acting up I just get stressed whenever um—yeah, sorry I—did I fall asleep?” He glanced around at the study notes spread out around him and the study card that you still held in your hand, even as you smiled at him.

“Ohmigosh I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to—,” He began stuttering out, a bright pink dusting his cheeks, and you just laughed.

“Peter, don’t worry about it, it’s getting late anyway,” You said, beginning to gather up and pack up the books thrown across the floor, “Do you want something to eat? You can stay over, if you want to,” you offered.

“Oh, no, Y/N, I wouldn’t want to bother you—,”

“It’s fine, Peter,” You said firmly, placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezing gently, “My dad wouldn’t mind. He’s probably already asleep anyway.” Even though you knew he was probably still awake. Making something, fixing something, building something.

“Uh, are you sure? I can still swing home and I’m sure I won’t be kidnapped—hopefully—I mean you can never know but—,”

You laughed, unable to help it as the sound escaped your lips, “Pete, don’t worry about it. You can sleep over. I have a bunk bed for a reason?”

He sighed, though his eyes were sparkling a bit, “Okay, thanks, Y/N.”

“Well, then, I’ll go and grab some food,” You said, getting to your feet and stretching out your back, several unintentional cracking noises sounding as you did so. Probably from sitting down in the same spot for so long.

Peter cringed visibly at the sound, even as he tried to hide it, “I’m sorry,” he said shyly, when you noticed, “I just can’t stand that noise.”

“You can deal with supervillains but not with that,” You said with a little, amused laugh.

He just blushed. It was adorable.

***

Hours later, the two of you were still awake, lying next to each other on one bunk, a bowl of popcorn between the two of you as you chatted about nothing in particular.

There was no movie playing. No music. Just the two of you, in the middle of the night, talking.

The two of you did this quite a lot. Maybe too often—it caused the both of you to be late to school after not being able to wake up from staying up so late.

“So,” Peter said with a playful smile, “how prepared are you for the exam tomorrow, on a scale from one to ten?”

“I would love to say ten, because we studied for so long, but Mr. Johnson said the exam is more difficult than he’d expected,” You said, shrugging as you curled in on yourself a bit, heaving a sigh, “he also said there’s a ton of stuff we hadn’t actually learnt.”

“As if you’ll have anytrouble with any form of science,” Peter said, ruffling your hair jokingly, “You’re only Tony Stark’s total-genius daughter, you know.”

“I know,” You said, laughing as you flattened your hair back down after he finished messing with it, “Well, in that case, you’reonly Spiderman, hero of Queens and a freaking Avenger.”

“Hey, hey,” Peter said, raising his eyebrows, despite looking a bit bashful, “You’re an Avenger, too.”

“Only ‘cause my dad is Iron Man,” You said, heaving a sigh as you shut your eyes briefly.

“Hey,” Peter said softly, shaking your shoulder gently, “You knowthat’s not true.” You opened your eyes, and met his warm brown ones.

Suddenly, neither of you were able to look away, and the two of you lay there in silence until you finally spoke.

“Mm,” You hummed, “You’re cooler than me, though, either way,” her tone became a bit lighter, and his expression brightened with humour.

“You know what,” He said, taking your hands in his, “I may be cooler,” you were unable to stifle a laugh at that, “but you’re better in everyother way.”

You didn’t speak, an uncontrollable blush rising up your neck, to your cheeks and ears as you took one of his hands and began tracing patterns across his palm.

The silence was calm; soothing, and it encased both of you as you simply enjoyed each other’s company.

But then, looking at his fingernails (which were impeccably clean and thoroughly washed), you gasped.

“What? What’s wrong?” He asked, surprised, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to identify what exactly was wrong with his nails

“Nothing,” You began, “But I just had the most fantasticidea.”

He waited for you to continue, and you smiled as you said, “Can I pleasepaint your nails?”

***

You had pulled out all the nail polish bottles that you had in your drawer, which you really hadn’t had much time to wear/put on recently with all the school work.

“What colours do you want?” You asked, lining up the bottles neatly on the carpeted floor.

The two of you had returned to your original position (the position you were in when you were studying) on the carpet, Peter still eating the unfinished bowl of popcorn from earlier.

“Um, I don’t really know?” He said, watching you with interest as you continued to arrange the bottles, “You can pick for me.”

You nodded with pure excitement, “How about red and blue? To go with your Spiderman colour scheme.”

“Sure,” He said with a little (cute) laugh, “I’m sure that’d suit me.”

“Any colour would suit you,” You said lightly, which caused him to blush.

You picked out the shade of red and blue that matched his Spiderman colours as closely as possible, before shaking them up a bit just out of instinct, and then twisting them open.

“Here, Pete, give me your hands,” You said softly, dipping the brush into the bottle.

You took his hand in yours, and then started painting his nails.

The room was silent save for your quiet humming.

Peter was too mesmerised by you to say much—also, the nail-polish felt sort of cold, but it was also kind of nice. Especially because you were also holding his hand. That probably contributed a bit to the butterflies in his stomach as he watched you paint his nails.

You were already up to his last finger—his left pinky—and once you were done, you said, “Just wait like fifteen minutes for it to dry, and then it’ll be done!”

A quick glance at the clock on your wall revealed that it was 2am, and you reminded yourself that you should probably go to sleep, if you wanted to be at all productive the next morning for your chemistry exam.

But you couldn’t stop yourself from asking, a bit shyly, “Can you paint my nails red and blue, too, later?”

Peter laughed, and didn’t hesitate to say yes.

***

Peter left before Tony even showed up at the kitchen, and you sat in silence as you enjoyed your eggs on toast.

When your dad finally came down the stairs, he immediately noticed your nails—painted red and blue, of all colours.

You only greeted him with a chirpy ‘good morning’, not paying any mind to his staring eyes.

“I thought you usually preferred painting them white—ohhh,” he said, the realisation setting in halfway through his sentence, “Wait, did Parker stay over last night? Why would you want to paint them Spiderboy’s colours?”

You only shrugged, “I just felt like it.”

He narrowed his eyes, but didn’t push.

But Tony’s suspicions were only confirmed when he saw Peter Parker’s nails painted the exact same colours as yours.

Bright red and blue, to match Spiderman’s colour scheme.

a/n: not gonna lie i kind of love this tbh

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