A/N: In this story the Civil War situation never happened. Also I'm Canadian, so I might write a few words differently. ENJOY!

Chapter 1

Peter's POV

Peter was walking back home with Y/N like usual. He always enjoyed her company. Sometimes they'd share earphones and listen to music while walking back. She always complained about homework and the way teachers treated the students. He would always laugh since she was ahead of everyone and got straight A's. After a while, he noticed how quiet she was.
"Are you alright?" Peter asked.
She hummed and continued walking. He couldn't stand seeing her like this. Something happened at school and the (older/younger) boy knew it. Last time she was this quiet was back in sixth grade when a girl had ripped a small part her shirt with a scissor. He took her books and carried them for her without asking her.
"You don't have to do this," she said.
She tried to take her books but he laughed and lifted them over her head. She was an inch or two shorter than him and she hated when he teased her height. (if you're taller let's pretend you're not. I'm so sorry!)
"Peter stop. I'm not that short!" she groaned trying to take the books back.
A couple of people walking by were staring at them while others stopped to watch. She begged him until the boy finally heard a whine. That whine. The whine she made right before bursting out in tears.
He couldn't stand watching her cry. It always made him feel horrible deep down like watching a movie where the dog dies. It wasn't your fault yet you'd feel empty and broken.
"Here. Let's get going," He handed her books back and pulled her out the crowd surrounding them.

Y/N's POV

Peter and you had just arrived at his apartment. Peter's aunt greeted you and hugged the two of you as if you've been gone for days and haven't left any messages or called. To be honest, you enjoyed her hugs. They were so warm and reminded you of a mother's hug. You've never met your parents and don't know much. May was the closest thing you had to a mother well besides Natasha. Tony always called you Nat's baby. She never said anything opposing it so you were kind of her child. She told you that she couldn't have a child even though she wanted one. She had too many enemies. Her child might grow up to hate her for not being there or turn to the evil side. You tried to convince her otherwise but she ordered you to forget it. Ever since you did everything to make her proud or prove her wrong. You weren't Natasha's ''child''. Steve takes you out to the movies whenever you're bored. Bruce sees you as his daughter and teaches you everything you need to know. Clint treats you as a baby and makes you drink milk from a bottle, feeds you, doesn't let you near any sharp object (doesn't let you use a fork because he's afraid you'll get hurt), reads bedtime stories, and makes you sleep at 7 pm.
"You two finish your work and I'll get dinner ready," May told you.
"Ok," You both answered in perfect harmony.
You gave each other a look and smiled. It wasn't the first time you've said something in unison. You could say sentences and even laugh at the same time. You were like soulmates. The only problem is that he considers you as his younger sister. It hurt that he'd never see you as anything more but you promised yourself that you'd do your best to support him if he falls in love with someone else.
Peter brought you to his room and closed the door before falling on his bed and let out a loud sigh. You sat down in his chair and imitated him. He stood up and pushed your arm lightly.
"School is killing me," Peter whined.
"School killed me a long time ago," You replied.
"Shut up, Ms. Straight-A's," He laughed.
"Fine. I finished my work yesterday and during lunch," You grinned.
"Same. I guess I'm catching up with you. Can you help me with French? I only know how to say hello,"
"Say it."
"J'aime la poutine,'' He said in a horrible accent.
You laughed so hard you nearly fell off the chair. Peter asked you to stop and pouted. You did as he asked and took a deep breath. "You said that you like poutine."
"I knew something was wrong," He said.
"Come on. Repeat after me. 'Bonjour','' You said as clearly as possible.
"Bojor," He said.
You tried to hold my laugh but ended up snorting.
"Bonjour," He repeated in a beautiful accent much better than yours.
"My snort can work miracles," You gasped.
You both laughed and proceeded to improve his french. After a while, you got up and laid down on his bed. Peter moved you over and laid beside me.
"I talked to Liz," He said happily.
You hummed and turned on your side to stare at him. He was so beautiful. His hair was falling down his face, but you could see the outline of his face.
"Well I tripped and she asked if I was alright. We talked for a while, so it counts," He explained.
He turned his head to look at you and smiled. It was unbelievable how close his face was to yours. You felt like closing the gap, but it would ruin your friendship and you couldn't risked.
"Want to go help your aunt with dinner?" You asked.
"I felt like talking since you've been kind of quiet today, but if you want to we can go," He answered.
"Tony hasn't called and I haven't heard any news from him so I'm worried," You looked away.
"Everything is alright. I know," He said.
You weren't completely lying. It was part of the reason why you was quiet. Peter was spending much more time trying to get closer to Liz and if he ended up with her you'd have to step away from Peter, out of respect for Liz.
"Let's go help your aunt."
He nodded and got off the bed to allow you to get off. You cleaned your books and put them in your bag then proceeded to place it near the door.
"When are you leaving?"
"Whenever I get a call from either Nat, Steve or Clint,"
You walked out his room and saw May sleeping on the couch. You gave eachother a look and as if you read each other's minds, you started getting everything you needed to make spaghetti.

**Time skip because I don't know how to cook spaghetti hehe**

"Looks nice," You both said in unison.
"Wow! You guys made this on your own?" A voice behind you asked.
You jumped and laughed after finding May standing with her hands on her hips, her hair in a messy bun, and her glasses on her head.
"Y/N stopped me from burning the apartment down," Peter admitted.
"How can you burn something while making spaghetti?" May asked.
"Let's eat!" You clapped.
You sat down and started eating. You didn't chat much.
"So did you guys study or were you doing something else?" She asked looking sideways and smirking.
You blushed and tried to think of something pure but of course, you couldn't because you were no longer innocent.
"Y/N m'a aidé à améliorer mon français," He answered with a perfect accent. (Y/N helped me improve my French)
"Nice. Maybe we should move to Canada for a year or two," May proposed.
"It's cold," You said thinking back to when you moved after your parents died because Tony thought it was a good idea to spent a while away from everything.

Your phone suddenly rang and you knew it was time to leave. You excused yourself from the table and answered.
"5," Nat said.
You ended the phone call and thanked May for letting you stay. You pushed your chair in and cleaned your plate before going into Peter's room to get your bag. You said goodbye and walked out the apartment. You didn't have to wait long for Nat to pick you up.
"Have fun?" She asked.
"Is Tony home?" You asked instead of answering her question.
Usually, she'd get mad if you ignored her or didn't obey her but she knew that you were worried about Tony.
"Nothing."
You looked out the window and thought of Peter and what he was doing right now.

Spiderman's P.O.V

Peter told his aunt that he was tired and want to go to sleep. He went to his room and opened his closet. He looked through his clothes and found the costume.
"Just your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."