Some Things Never Sleep

by Lucky Strike's alter ego

"You never learn when to quit, Spider-Twerp." She told him. "Spider-Twerp?" Spider-Man questioned in disbelief as he glared. Emma smirked. "Well, you annoyingly seem to get in my way all the time. That and you don't look or sound like a man to me." She explained. "I am a man." He told her angrily. "Somehow I doubt that." The first time Emma and Peter met didn't exactly go well.

90. Chapter Eighty Two

Author's Note: I'm so proud to finally have finished this chapter. I've been working on it for about a month now and I've finally finished it. It's over 40,000 words long at this point and probably one of my favorites chapters to ever have written because it's like one long adventure wrapped up into one chapter. I also had a scare earlier because I thought my computer had deleted the entire chapter but after looking around for an hour, I finally found the chapter again. That was a huge relief because this chapter is super long and I don't know if I would've felt motivated to rewrite it if something like that happened. Anyways...everything's good now.

I want to let you guys know that this is the FINAL chapter of Some Things Never Sleep. There will be an epilogue but this is the last chapter. It makes me really emotional but I'm excited for you guys to see what I have in store for you in the sequel which might take a month or so to publish since I haven't even started the first chapter yet. Thank you guys so much for reading this story and reviewing it. It really means a lot to me that you guys love Emma so much and the story I created for her. I hope you'll like the sequel whenever I get to publishing it and I've just realized that this has been quite the two year long journey since we just passed the two year anniversary. So happy late two year anniversary, guys!

I also went to ACE Comic Con a few weeks ago and I have to say it was one of the best days of my life. Other than meeting Jeremy Renner for five seconds, it was just so much fun. I loved the panel with Chris, Jeremy, and Don and I just enjoyed the whole experience. I even met a couple readers of this story there which was really fun. I actually wish I could meet everyone in person because that experience alone was just a blast but I can live with only getting to meet a couple readers because it was really fun. I can't wait to go to next year's comic con.

I've seen Far From Home twice and I won't leave any spoilers for people who haven't seen it but I really loved it. I can't compare it to Homecoming because it was entirely different. I love both movies but in totally different ways. It was really good and I already have a lot of ideas. It definitely helped me with some other plans for the story I have so I feel like the future of the STNS universe is coming together nicely.

WARNING: There is a smut scene in this chapter which happens about half way through the chapter. So if you're not into that just skip it. I'm just putting a warning since Emma and Peter are underage and all that. There's also mentions of underage drinking in this chapter too.

This is my first smut scene so please be nice to me. It took me forever to write it because I was really nervous. I eventually found out the only way I can write smut is by listening to the Weeknd so his music makes a couple appearances in this chapter. Disclaimer: I in no way own any of the Weeknd's music including the song 'Angel'.

Thanks again for all the follows, favorites, and reviews. I can never believe the amount of people who like this story and I'll be forever grateful. Please let me know what you think of this chapter and I'll try to have the epilogue out soon. It shouldn't take too long since it's way shorter than this and all my previous chapters.

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The summer went by fast after Steve and the others left.

Bucky turned himself in the morning after the others vanished. Ross was both pleased and annoyed. A part of him had hoped to catch the Winter Soldier on the run so he could bring him to Raft but the rest of the UN just wanted Bucky to be accounted for. This was the only way to do that.

So that morning Bucky was interrogated for hours as Emma and Peter waited patiently outside the conference room because apparently children weren't allowed. Tony, Rhodey, Maria, and Vision were the only ones allowed inside. Emma would've questioned why Fury wasn't there too but the intimidating man evidently left days ago, leaving without saying goodbye or drawing any attention to himself. Not that anyone was surprised in particular.

The interrogation ended with Bucky accepting the plea deal and Ross witnessing Bucky getting an ankle monitor placed on him. It was a more high tech ankle monitor since Tony was the one who created it. Bucky hadn't seemed thrilled by the sight of the ankle monitor but he just remembered why he was doing this.

For Emma.

When he finally came out of the conference room, Emma immediately ambushed him with a hug and held him tight. Bucky allowed himself to forget the infuriating interrogation because it had all been worth it. Despite the fact that Bucky wasn't free in the legal sense, he never felt more free in his life than in that moment because he got to be with Emma longer than a brief moment in time. There would be no one stealing her away from him.

Not Hydra and not the law.

Everyone ate dinner that night at the compound but this time with the addition of Bucky who was the newest resident. Even if Tony still hadn't warmed up to him, the others were more than welcoming. Pepper inquired about stories of Emma as a child somehow without bringing up the bad memories of Hydra, Jane asked Bucky questions about Wakanda, Darcy flirted with Bucky which noticeably made the man blush, Vision engaged in small talk with him, and Peter talked everyone's ears off which made Bucky sulk. However, it was nice to sit at a regular dinner table as just a human being.

It was the first time in a long time that Bucky felt normal.

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Emma didn't return to the city for the entire summer.

She made the decision to stay at the compound so that she could spend as much time with her father as possible before she had to go back to school. Initially, she thought Peter would be upset that she didn't want to spend the summer with him in the city but he wasn't. He understood that she wanted to have some time with her father so he went back home to spend his days with May, Ned, and Michelle while spending his nights as Spider-Man but this time without the Viper Assassin. It wasn't an entirely foreign concept since Emma and Peter would often go solo if one of them was grounded but he still missed having her at his side.

But Peter wasn't a selfish person.

Emma had been apart from her father for a long time and she deserved to spend some quality alone time with him. Peter still texted her through out the day during all his excursions with Ned and Michelle while he talked to her at night on the phone for hours before they both fell asleep. It was funny because Peter never remembered talking on the phone with someone that long ever.

The distance seemed bad at first but it turned out to be a good thing in the end. He and Emma had a lot to talk about whenever they reunited on the weekends. Spending time apart seemed to be good for them in a weird way and even made them closer. Peter liked it despite not loving being away from her all week.

His new paid internship was something that pulled him away from Emma on the weekend during the day but it seemed like Emma never got tired of spending time with her father. This was why Peter never felt guilty about leaving her alone during their short time together. She seemed happy enough with her dad so Peter thought it was okay.

In fact, Peter didn't think he had ever seen Emma so happy before. He knew she obviously still missed Steve but Emma seemed more carefree and happy now that she had her father. The pair were practically inseparable as they spent all their time together. Whether it was watching Netflix, eating breakfast together, taking long walks outside(where Bucky was permitted to walk), or training in the training facility. Emma and her father were always together.

The internship(which was real this time) was a blessing in disguise because it allowed him to be preoccupied while Emma was reconnecting with her father. He didn't feel left out and Emma didn't feel bad about ignoring him. All in all, everything was going more than fine during the aftermath of Hydra's fall and Steve's departure.

Everyone was happy.

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Emma was there the day Tony officially hired Peter for the internship. It was a happy day for Peter and Pepper had wanted to catch it on camera much to Tony's annoyance and Peter's elation. Emma was just proud of her boyfriend and wanted to give him a special kind of present that night in his room. They still hadn't found an opportunity to have sex yet with her father back but that didn't mean they didn't fool around whenever they got the chance.

"Get closer," Pepper ordered as she held her phone out in front of her. Emma stood next to her as she smirked in amusement at an annoyed looking Tony. The man had his usual tinted shades on as Peter stood awkwardly at his side with a framed Stark Internship Certificate in his hands.

"Yeah, Tony, snuggle real close to him. Like the daddy you are," Emma said teasingly and Tony glowered at her while Peter blushed. The older man sighed heavily before moving closer to Peter while grabbing ahold of the certificate with his hands so that both he and Peter were holding it up.

"Let's just get this over with, Pete," Tony told him and Peter smiled at him before looking into the camera. If there was one thing Peter Parker was awkward about, it was taking pictures. He always took the most awkward pictures although Emma always said he took adorable pictures. Peter always thought his pictures looked better when Emma was with him in them. He wasn't sure if it was just because she was in the picture or if he more carefree and happy whenever she was around him.

"Say cheese," Pepper said cheerfully as Tony and Peter both did bunny fingers behind each other's heads. Peter had an awkward look on his face as he attempted to look natural in the picture. Emma just found him adorable.

"There, I got it," Pepper said proudly after she took what she thought was the best picture. Emma just shook her head before rolling her eyes.

"You two idiots were holding the certificate upside down by the way," Emma told them but Tony pointedly ignored her as he turned to Peter. He gave the teenage boy a proud look as he shook his hand.

"Great job, kid," Tony told him and Peter never felt more accomplished than he did in that moment with Mr. Stark looking at him proudly. "I really mean it. You're going to do great things here."

"Thanks, Mr. Stark," Peter said bashfully. "I really owe you a lot for this job."

"Don't mention it. You're smarter than most of the people here," Tony said, waving his hand dismissively. "Now let's talk about your pay."

"Okay," Peter said excitedly, looking forward to the money aspect of the job. Mostly because he really wanted to start saving up to buy Emma's Christmas present but also because he wanted to buy his own Lego Deathstar set instead of Ned allowing him to work on his. "I'm thinking about eleven dollars an hour. Is that okay?"

Tony looked at the teenage boy like he was crazy.

"Eleven dollars an hour?" Tony said incredulously. "Pete, this isn't Burger King. We can get you more than eleven dollars an hour. No one at Stark Industries makes eleven dollars an hour. Twenty seven dollars an hour is the lowest and that's just for housekeeping."

"Oh, that's too much money, Mr. Stark. I couldn't take it," Peter said, shocked over how much money his mentor was talking about. "I'm only sixteen."

"I'm not going to pay you eleven dollars an hour," Tony said bluntly, being his stubborn self. Emma and Pepper sighed collectively.

"Why is everything a dick measuring contest with men?" Emma asked rhetorically and Pepper just smiled at her before shaking her head.

"Emma, you still have a lot to learn about men," Pepper told her woman-to-woman. "I've known Tony for eighteen years and he still drives me crazy."

"God, eighteen years?" Emma said, appalled that Pepper could spend eighteen years with that man and suddenly decide that she wanted more. "You're a real saint to deal with that for eighteen years and then for the rest of your life."

Pepper snorted in amusement.

"You make it sound like a prison sentence," Pepper remarked and Emma shrugged. "If you think Tony's bad now just wait until Peter gets to his age. I feel like men only get more stubborn the older they get."

Emma wondered what an old Peter would look like.

It was never a thought that occurred to her before because Emma didn't tend to live in the future. However, Pepper's words made her curious. Emma hoped he never grew a stupid looking goatee like Tony. Ugh…she couldn't imagine having to make out with him with a goatee on his face. Emma imagined he would still wear those stupid t-shirts with the nerdy puns on them. He would probably be that dorky dad with all the lame dad jokes and for some reason Emma felt like he would still be really hot. She then paused in her thinking.

Was she really starting to picture Peter as a dad?

Since when did she do that?

"I'll give you fifteen dollars an hour and then put the rest in a college fund for you. Is that good enough?" Tony said, trying to come to a compromise with an equally as stubborn Peter. Peter finally reluctantly agreed.

"That's still a lot of money, Mr. Stark, but if you feel okay with it then I guess that's fine," Peter said shyly. Tony nodded but what Peter didn't know was that Tony was already going to pay for Peter's college.

The money he would be putting in a fund for him would go to whatever Peter wanted. Whether it was a house someday or even maybe a wedding fund for his and Mini Cap's wedding, that was up to him…although he was sure Mini Cap would kill him if he knew he was putting together a wedding fund for Peter and her. The billionaire just wanted the teenage boy to be taken care of and not have to worry about things like money.

"I wish you would've put more of an effort to smile in the picture," Pepper told her fiancé when he and Peter walked over to "their women" as Tony put it. Emma wanted to smack the infuriating man over the head for that comment.

"I smiled," Tony retorted and Pepper gave him an unimpressed look.

"It was barely a smile and you completely ruined the picture by the way," Pepper complained as Tony fought hard to get himself back in Pepper's good graces. He was always pissing her off in one way or another but it had always been like that. Since they first met each other, actually. "Would it kill you to take off those stupid sunglasses for one second? This is going to be in the living room for everyone to see but now it's going to look horrible because you couldn't even smile or take off your sunglasses. At least, Peter made an effort and actually smiled."

"It's not that bad, Pep, come on…" Tony whined as he followed Pepper out of the room, leaving the two teenagers behind. Emma and Peter watched the adults leave, amused looks on their faces before they finally turned to each other.

"That's why I don't want us to ever get married," Emma pointed out to Peter who turned to look at her in surprise. "I don't want us to become a couple of lame old people like Tony and Pepper."

"Tony and Pepper aren't so bad," Peter told her, seeing this as an opportunity to make Emma more open to the idea of marriage someday in the future. There probably wasn't a couple their age that discussed marriage as much as they did but Peter felt as though everything was a lot more serious between them. They had been through so much and much more than an average couple.

"They're the kind of couple who would rent a two person bike in Paris and ride around the city wearing berets." Emma complained. "Gross."

"I don't know. I think that sounds pretty romantic," Peter told her and Emma gave him a doubtful look.

"If you think I would ever ride a two person bike or wear a beret then you clearly don't know me at all, Parker," Emma told her boyfriend and Peter laughed.

"I'm just kidding, Emma," Peter said before a thought occurred to him. "You know, I never thought about it but maybe someday you, me, Mr. Stark, and Pepper could all go on a double date together."

"Ew!" Emma said, looking severely disgusted by Peter's suggestion. "A double date with Tony? No thank you."

"We could all have dinner together and then watch a movie on Netflix," Peter told her and Emma seemed very displeased with Peter's idea.

"I really don't want to spend a romantic evening together with Tony. Those are two things that should never go together," Emma said before glancing down at the certificate in his hands. Her gaze softened as she remembered why they were there together in the first place. "I'm really proud of you though…for the internship, I mean. The real internship, anyways."

"Thanks," Peter said bashfully as he blushed. "I wish Aunt May could've made it but she has work."

"I'm kind of glad she's not here," Emma said as she shrugged, drawing a confused look from Peter. "Because I was going to give you a present."

"A present? Wait, why would Aunt May have to-oh…" Peter said once he realized what Emma was saying. His blush was even more vibrant at Emma's silent suggestion. He then shook his head. "Emma, you know we can't do that with your dad around."

"That's why we'll wait until he's asleep and then you can come to my room for your present," Emma said as she flirted with him. "You'll have to be really quiet, Parker. I know how difficult that is for you but we can't let my father hear you."

"Fuck, Emma," Peter cursed at Emma's words as he felt his pants suddenly grow a bit tighter from her words. It wasn't difficult to find out just what kind of present Peter would be receiving from Emma tonight. "You're going to get me killed one of these days."

"So that's a no to the present?" Emma questioned smugly but, of course, she already knew Peter couldn't resist her. His darkening eyes were evidence enough of that. Peter just swallowed hard before abruptly pulling her closer to him, taking Emma by surprise.

"It's always a yes and you know that," Peter said, his voice quiet as he buried his face in Emma's neck and smelled the mouthwatering scent of her hair. Emma giggled but didn't try to escape his strong grip.

"I can feel your yes against me right now," Emma told him jokingly although she actually could feel him against her. She didn't know why but for some reason the reaction she could always get out of Peter made her feel more powerful than her powers ever did. It wasn't as though she thought she would ever use that against Peter but it was just nice to feel desirable to someone in the way she was desirable to Peter.

"Can we go to your room right now?" Peter asked her, his voice sounding rougher than usual as he gently nipped at her neck. "Please, Emma? I promise I won't talk about Star Wars for a week and I also promise that I'll watch any boring old timey movie you want to watch."

"Usually I think begging is really pathetic but it's really hot when you do it," Emma told him as Peter pulled away to look at her, his eyes were doing that puppy dog thing whenever he wanted something really bad. Ugh! Why was he so adorable?

"So is that a yes?" Peter asked hopefully and Emma playfully rolled her eyes at him but smiled nonetheless.

"I'll go first and then you wait ten minutes before sneaking into my room through the window so my father doesn't see you," Emma explained to Peter and he nodded his head excitedly, more than eager to do what Emma said.

"Thank you! You're the best girlfriend ever. Love you," Peter told her happily before quickly kissing her and then turning in the opposite direction. Emma raised an eyebrow.

"Where are you going?" Emma asked him and Peter gave her a goofy smile.

"I'm going to take a shower before present time," Peter told her and Emma laughed at him.

"I like how you only take a shower when I offer to go down on you," Emma said, her eyes gleaming with amusement. Peter gave her an annoyed look.

"I shower all the time," He argued and Emma scoffed.

"Well, I wish you would shower more," Emma retorted and this time Peter finally had a comeback instead of letting Emma win their flirting/arguing.

"Maybe I'd feel more inspired if you joined me," Peter said, finally taking the initiative by flirting with his girlfriend. He was satisfied in seeing the blush that graced Emma's face, her eyes widening in surprise at how more confident he was getting lately. Emma was happy because she wanted him to know that she desired him in a way she would never desire anyone else.

"You're very presumptuous, Parker," Emma told him, not being able to think of a proper comeback. Peter pressed his lips against her cheek, his lips lingering against her skin for a moment before he pulled back and gave her a soft smile.

"I'll see you soon," Peter told her and his eyes sparkled with mischief at the way he made Emma blush while unknowingly melting her into a puddle. He felt happier than ever in that moment because he realized he had everything in the entire world.

Peter was the happiest man on the planet right now and he was so happy that he turned around before skipping to his room. Emma called him a dork as he skipped off to his room but Peter ignored her because soon he would be in her room receiving her "present". A present that Peter would probably name as the best present of all time while also replaying his present in his mind for the next few days until they were alone together again.

Emma always did have the best presents.

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August passed everyone by and before they knew it, it was nearly time for Emma and Peter to go back to school. They'd be starting what would be their junior year of high school and Bucky could hardly believe that Emma was nearly seventeen at this point. On one hand, it made Bucky sad to think that Emma was nearly all grown up but on another hand, he was glad he was here now.

He wouldn't be missing another second of her life.

"You got Hufflepuff?" Emma questioned as she stared at the laptop screen in disbelief. Emma and her father were currently sitting at the kitchen island inside the recreational area. She had convinced her father to finally take the sorting hat quiz on Pottermore after she made him binge-watch all the Harry Potter movies with her last week. Bucky was spending time getting to know all of Emma's interests in life which seemed to include her love for Harry Potter, the many various musicians Emma seemed to idolize, her obsession with classic cinema, her amazing artistic talent, and more annoyingly... the way Emma seemed to worship the ground Peter Parker walked on.

"I guess," Bucky said, not looking that invested in the quiz but he mostly just took it at Emma's insistence.

"It makes a little sense," Emma said after thinking about it for a moment. Her father carried a lot of the characteristics of a Hufflepuff so Emma couldn't be that surprised.

"What did you get when you took the quiz?" Bucky inquired curiously.

"Slytherin," Emma said as though it were obvious and to be honest, it kind of was. "I wasn't surprised."

"I don't think you're a Slytherin. You're not bad," Bucky said, immediately rushing to Emma's defense which he always seemed to do.

"Not all Slytherins are bad, Papa," Emma informed her father. "I mean, Snape wasn't bad. Professor Slughorn was kind of a pretentious dick but he wasn't bad either."

"You're such a nerd about Harry Potter," Michelle deadpanned from her seat on the couch, her nose stuck in a book like always. Sometimes Emma felt like Michelle definitely read more than her and that was saying a lot.

"I can't believe you always call Peter and I nerds for geeking out over Star Wars but somehow you don't think it's nerdy that you love Harry Potter," Ned pointed out to her although he still was trying to get over the fact that he was sitting in the same room as the Winter Soldier. Ned and Michelle had been introduced to the man earlier in the day when they stopped by the compound for their visit. They were mostly just hanging out with Emma and her father until Peter got off work.

Ned had to admit that he was expecting a terrifying and sociopath of a man from all of Peter's complaints about Emma's dad. However, he was surprised when meeting a perfectly polite and warm man who eagerly shared stories from his childhood growing up with Steve Rogers. Bucky Barnes was also surprisingly funny and a lot nicer than Emma was. Ned didn't know why Peter was so scared of him.

"Harry Potter's different and much cooler than Star Wars," Emma retorted before turning back to her father. "You know, Steve got Slytherin too."

Everyone in the room turned to stare at the blonde in surprise at the information she just dropped on them. Emma seemed smug all of a sudden while everyone else just had a bunch of questions on their mind.

"Captain America's a Slytherin?" Ned asked in shock and Michelle even closed her book as she looked up at Emma with interest.

"Took me by surprise too but I guess we're related, after all," Emma told them and Bucky nodded his head slowly as he recollected moments from their childhood.

"Steve did used to lie on enlistment forms to try and get into the army," Bucky recalled, giving it some more thought. "He always wanted to be on the frontlines that he would've done just about anything to…"

Bucky trailed off when he came upon an even bigger realization.

"The serum," Emma finished and Bucky nodded.

"The serum," He confirmed and both Ned and Michelle were taken back by the way Emma and Bucky seemed to finish each other's sentences. It was also how weirdly laidback she was with him. She was laidback with Peter but this was so much different. The history between the father and daughter pair spoke mountains.

The brief fleeting moment of silence in the room was then interrupted by Ned, Michelle, and Emma's phones going off with a text notification, Bucky raised an eyebrow as all three of them immediately checked their phones. Bucky supposed he was going to have to get used to Emma's teenagerish behavior with her need to check her phone at all times. Most of the time she seemed to be texting Peter at various times during the day. He only knew this because of the lovesick look on her face and the smile that would tug at the corners of her lips.

That kid still annoyed the hell out of him.

"Oh, cool, Flash just said that his parents okayed the lake house for the weekend," Ned announced as Michelle just nodded in response while Emma looked nervous. Bucky was suddenly confused. "I guess we're all in then."

"What's this about a lake house?" Bucky asked, both curious and feeling like he was unaware of something. Ned and Michelle both watched the nervous look on Emma's face as she turned to look at her father. It was rare they ever saw her do something so uncharacteristic as look nervous.

"Um…well, Papa, it's just that the academic decathlon is having a weekend retreat for some team building exercises before school starts," Emma explained, trying to not let her heart jump out of her chest as she tried to get father to agree to something she really desperately wanted.

Ned and Michelle both exchanged looks because that was not what the weekend retreat was for at all. The weekend retreat was just Flash throwing a weekend party while his parents were away. The team building exercises was just the bullshit excuse every team member gave to their parents in order for them to be allowed to go. Ned and Michelle just didn't think Emma would need to have an excuse like that.

"Really?" Bucky said, sounding unsure about this. Emma nodded almost enthusiastically.

Most people would find it odd that she was so eager to go to a weekend long party at Flash Thompson's lake house because she hated Flash but Emma had an ulterior motive. She fully planned on having sex with Peter for the first time at Flash's lake house. It was really the perfect time because a nice lake house surrounded by the woods and a pretty lake seemed like the most romantic location they could get with being broke teenagers who lived with their legal guardians. Not to mention there would be no adults around so no chance of their first time being ruined by the cockblocking adults they lived with.

This was why Emma was so eager to go to Flash's lake house for the weekend.

"Yeah, we also have to prepare for the competition in DC which is coming up soon," Emma then turned to look at Michelle, pleading with her eyes for Michelle to play along. "Right, MJ?"

"We won last year and I'll be damned if we lose during my first full school year as captain," Michelle said in a dull tone despite attempting to sound optimistic.

"So I'm assuming Peter will be there?" Bucky asked with a suspicious look in his eyes and Emma shrugged, pretending like the thought hadn't occurred to her.

"Well, he is on the team," Emma added, trying to make the trip seem as boring and school focused as ever.

"I don't know," Bucky said, sounding very unsure all of a sudden. "I don't really like the idea of you and Peter in some house alone together for a weekend. That boy leers at you too much. I don't think he could control himself for a weekend."

Michelle and Ned started shaking with laughter at the Winter Soldier's words. They found it so hilarious that Emma wasn't the big, bad Viper Assassin she made herself out to be with an overprotective dad who was trying to save her from her horny boyfriend. Emma shot them an annoyed glance before turning back to her father.

"But we won't be alone," Emma said as she tried to convince her father to let her go on the trip because this was her and Peter's last chance to have a romantic weekend this summer with just the two of them.

Sure, they had fooled around a lot but they never found the right time to finally just be alone. This was going to be their first time having sex and they both wanted it to be special. Flash's lake house was an obvious sign for them to finally have their romantic evening together.

"The whole team will be there," Emma insisted as she lied to her father like most teenagers did. "MJ, Ned, Cindy, Sally, Abe, Charles, and Flash. Even Mr. Harrington and Flash's parents will be there."

Michelle and Ned awkwardly looked away because they knew for a fact that Mr. Harrington and Flash's parents wouldn't be there at all for the weekend which was why Flash was going all out by having alcohol his brother bought him for the party. Ned kind of already knew why Emma and Peter were excited for the party. Peter told him a while ago about the fact that he and Emma were going to take the next step in their relationship by doing it. Ned felt more awestruck by Peter losing his virginity than when he discovered Peter was Spider-Man. The boy then started pestering Peter with countless questions when Peter bragged a little about all the other stuff he and Emma did.

"Is that true?" Bucky said as he turned to look at Michelle and Ned expectantly. Emma narrowed her eyes at the two, silently telling them they were dead unless they helped her out. Ned gulped because he realized that he was going to lie to the Winter Soldier who probably murdered people for way less. However, before he could open his mouth and answer, Michelle stepped in effortlessly and did all the hard work.

"Well, we can't have a decathlon retreat without Mr. Harrington. He's super useful with stuff like that," Michelle said calmly and this was the hugest lie she ever told because she always made it clear how useless Mr. Harrington was with all the stupid teamwork pep talks he gave everyone. "Besides…what kind of parents would Flash's parents be if they just left a bunch of teenagers alone unsupervised in a lake house? That's the premise for every single 2000s horror movie."

What Emma's dad didn't know was that Flash's parents were actually terrible parents because they were doing exactly that by leaving a bunch of teenagers in their house without adult supervision. They could've been planning an orgy or making a human sacrifice and Flash's parents could care less. Either way, this seemed to be enough to convince her father and that was all Emma cared about.

"So can I go, Papa?" Emma asked him and she realized that it was probably the first time in a very long time that she had to ask permission to do something. Her father still looked unsure but he reluctantly nodded.

"I guess it's okay if you go for the weekend but I want you to text me every night," Bucky told her and Emma gave him a bewildered look.

"Why?" Emma questioned and Bucky looked at her as though it were obvious.

"So that I know you're okay," Her father said seriously while Emma looked slightly offended. Michelle and Ned just watched the pair in amusement. It was kind of hilarious watching the Winter Soldier parent the Viper Assassin.

"Papa, I've been in tons of life threatening situations. I've fought robots, the Avengers, an idiot in a bird costume, and Hydra. Spending a weekend at a lake house is nothing," Emma said, dismissing her father's concern. Bucky gave his daughter a confused look.

"Since when did you fight Sam?" Bucky questioned and Emma shook her head.

"No, I meant Toomes," Emma corrected and Bucky nodded, finally understanding what she meant. "A different idiot in a different bird costume."

"I'm obviously going to be worried because you're somewhere else while I'm stuck here," Bucky explained to her. "Just please text me so I can feel reassured. Just for my own peace of mind."

Emma rolled her eyes but nodded. She knew deep down it was going to kill her father to be stuck at the compound when she went back to school next week. Emma's was going to miss spending every single day with him but she knew she always had the weekend which was more than what she had before. There was always skype too which Emma was starting to do with Steve thanks to the new security features Tony downloaded on her Stark phone which would prevent the UN from finding out she was still very much in contact with her fugitive grandfather.

"Fine. I'll text you but you don't need to worry. It'll just be a ton of teenagers hanging out together," Emma reassured him and Bucky sighed heavily.

"That's what scares me the most," He muttered but before Emma could respond, Darcy walked into the room. Of course, like always, Bucky stared at her long and hard for one moment before quickly looking away and staring at the surface of the kitchen island, an obvious blush on his face.

Emma rolled her eyes because she honestly didn't know why her father acted like a twelve-year-old boy around Darcy. Other than big tits, she didn't have much else going for her because she was the single most annoying person Emma had ever met.

Well, that wasn't completely true.

Tony took the prize for the most annoying person in Emma's life.

Emma's point was that she didn't understand how her father almost turned into Steve over Darcy. The same woman that sang and did a little dance whenever she filled up her punch card to that mediocre taco place she always took Emma. This was the woman her father seemed to avoid at all costs and avoid talking to. Emma determined that her father was way less cool than she originally thought.

"Ooh, look at all the teens hanging out together," Darcy said loudly as she walked into the room as if she owned it. "What are you kids talking about? Cardi B?"

"No, I was just telling my father about the weekend retreat," Emma said, fighting the urge to roll her eyes at the woman again. "The one for the academic decathlon, remember?"

Darcy then smirked at the blonde's reply because she was more than aware of Emma's decathlon retreat which was more of a romantic getaway than a school thing. She knew this because she took Emma shopping a few days ago to purchase a few things for Emma's sex-filled weekend vacation. Darcy was amused to see the teenage girl embarrassed as she asked Darcy to take her bra and underwear shopping.

It wasn't like last year either because that had been back to school shopping.

This was having sex for the first time with your boyfriend shopping.

Darcy remembered those days when her cool older cousin Jenny took her shopping the weekend before Darcy decided to lose her v-card to her loser high school boyfriend. Peter wasn't a loser so Darcy was hoping Emma's experience would be better than hers was. Especially since from the information Darcy annoyed out of Emma, apparently Peter was a surprisingly fast learner for an inexperienced teenage boy. Darcy even attempted to fist bump the blonde when Emma made a subtle comment about Peter's eagerness to practice certain skills with his tongue. However, the blonde just stared at Darcy before walking off without saying anything.

"Oh, the educational weekend retreat, you mean?" Darcy inquired with a smug look on her face. Emma narrowed her eyes at her, warning the brunette to keep her mouth shut because her father was in the room. "Yeah, I bet you guys will do a lot of learning there. A lot of new and memorable experiences for you to cherish for a lifetime. Probably a lot of practicing too. Gotta study up for that oral exam, am I right?"

"Anyways...I'm going to start packing," Emma announced, pointedly ignoring Darcy and really hoping that her father didn't catch on to what Darcy was saying. "MJ, want to help me?"

The dark haired girl closed the book she was reading again, nodding as she got up from the couch to follow her friend. It was clear that this was girl's thing so Ned didn't attempt to join them.

"Anything to get out of this room," Michelle said with an uncomfortable look on her face. "The sexual tension is way too distracting. I can't read."

Bucky immediately blushed, looking entirely uncomfortable while Darcy seemed to not care. Emma gave her friend a disgusted look before looking between her father and Darcy, entirely revolted by what Michelle was saying.

"Ew," Emma remarked before making her exit out of the room quickly as she practically bolted out of there with Michelle following her. Bucky wanted to stop her from leaving by denying what her friend said but Emma and Michelle were already gone.

"I um…I think I'm going to see what Vision's up to," Ned said, lying horribly to excuse himself from being caught in the middle of a weird situation between Emma's dad and Darcy. "See you later, Mr. Winter Soldier."

The teenage boy was gone after that and the two adults were left alone in the room.

Much to Bucky's fear and Darcy's smugness.

Not that Bucky was scared of Darcy but it had been a long time since he talked to woman like her and Bucky wasn't so sure he remembered how to anymore. Mostly because most women now-a-days would run in the opposite direction of him. Emma always told him that he was very handsome but she was Emma so, of course, she said that.

"Darcy," Bucky said awkwardly.

"Barnes," Darcy said in response. Bucky cleared his throat as he tried to think of something to say to her.

"So you already knew about Emma's trip?" Bucky said, trying to make conversation. Darcy wondered how the hell it was fair that Bucky Barnes was so unbelievably attractive. It didn't help that the guy was the silent and brooding type which was even sexier to her. God, this man was going to be the death of her.

"She may have mentioned it to me," Darcy said as she shrugged her shoulders. "I took her shopping. She needed a new swim suit."

"I hope she bought an appropriate one. I don't need her idiot boyfriend getting any ideas," Bucky said darkly, his eyes narrowing into a glare as he thought of Peter Parker. Darcy felt her insides turn to mush as she began to realize how hot overprotective dads were. He really was a gigantic DILF and Darcy didn't know how she was going to control herself around this very beautiful man if he was going to be around now.

"She's not going to wear a thong bikini so I'd calm down," Darcy said as she rolled her eyes at him, hiding the fact that she found his overprotective nature to be a huge turn on. "It's a perfectly appropriate swim suit for a girl her age."

"There's such thing as a thong bikini?" Bucky said in surprise, his eyes widening in horror at the thought of Emma ever wearing something like that. Darcy smirked at him.

"You were out of society for a long time, Barnes," Darcy told him before saying something that could've sent Bucky to an early grave. "If you want maybe I could demonstrate one for you. I think I have one somewhere in my closet."

For the first time, Bucky felt that Darcy Lewis was going to be a very dangerous woman to him. More so than any woman he had ever met before. The former assassin turned a vibrant shade of red before he quickly made up an excuse about having to make sure Emma packed sunscreen which was bullshit and he knew it. Darcy watched in satisfaction as the usually very serious man nearly tripped over himself as he rushed out of the room.

Darcy really hoped Emma wouldn't kill her for going after her dad.

Maybe Emma would even be really cool with it.

Yeah…that sounded like Emma all right.

---

Friday eventually came and with it brought Emma and Peter packing their things, for the weekend, into Emma's car. Well, Peter was putting their suitcases in the car as he strove to be the perfect gentlemen much to Emma's annoyance and her father's reluctant approval.

Bucky, Darcy, Tony, Pepper, and Rhodey saw the two teenagers off as they got ready to leave for Flash's lake house which was only about twenty miles away. Much closer than going all the way back into the city. Both Emma and Peter were incredibly excited but also nervous for the weekend since they both knew how much this weekend was going to mean to them. It was a huge step for the both of them but they just needed to remind themselves to stay calm.

Emma said goodbye to her father by hugging him and giving him a kiss on the cheek while Peter said goodbye to Tony who hugged him before clapping him on the back and giving him another quick pep talk. It was obvious to Tony that this weekend was more than some high school retreat. He really hoped Peter packed that thing he left on his bed the other afternoon.

Tony wasn't talking about the Spider-Man suit either.

The two teenagers then got in the car and left for the weekend, leaving their superhero lives in the dust for the moment. It was probably the first weekend in forever that they got to just be themselves with no Avenger drama and just have fun and relax.

Emma and Peter arrived at Flash's lake house about thirty minutes later and for once, she actually drove the speed limit much to Peter's relief.

The Lake House was surrounded by a forest and overlooked a fair sized private lake that Flash's parents also seemed to own. The house was very large for something that was only supposed to be a vacation home which probably proved how wealthy Flash was.

As they pulled up in the drive way, Emma could see that Flash was there goofing off with Charles in the front yard of the house. The two were unloading cases of beer which Emma assumed was the beer that Flash's brother got for him.

Abe was dressed in a pair of swim trunks with a towel under his arm as he headed to the lake with Sally and Cindy who were also dressed in their swim suits. As Emma and Peter got out of the car, the three teenagers started waving enthusiastically at them.

"Emma! Peter! You made it!" Abe called out as he grinned at them. Peter grinned back. "We're heading out to the lake for a swim. Wanna join?"

"Maybe later, Abe!" Peter called back and the boy nodded before continuing on his way with Cindy and Sally following him. Peter then turned to look at his girlfriend with a hopeful look on his face. "Is that okay with you? If we go swimming later, I mean?"

"Of course," Emma said softly before a mischievous look came across her face. "Or else I bought my new swim suit for nothing."

"Did you say a new one?" Peter said with sudden interest as he became hung up on the new swim suit Emma mentioned. She smirked at him. "Could you maybe describe it to me? Just out of curiosity?"

"No, I think I'll just let you be surprised," Emma said teasingly and Peter really wanted to change his answer to Abe and demand they leave for the lake at once. However, he knew that he and Emma also needed to unpack the car. As much as it killed him only being able to imagine Emma's swim suit instead of seeing the real thing right in front of him.

"Fine," Peter said sulkingly and Emma just laughed as she rested her hand on his arm.

"Don't worry, Parker. You're going to see a lot less clothing on me this weekend than a simple swim suit," Emma said suggestively and Peter blushed because it was the first time either one of them had acknowledged that this was the weekend they were going to have sex for the first time. Peter always felt like he was being presumptuous in assuming they were going to have sex but now he felt a bit more relaxed that he and Emma were on the same page.

"I-I um…I'm looking forward to it," Peter said, not knowing what to say to that. Emma then walked past him to get her things out of the car. Peter immediately rush over to her to help his girlfriend while feeling excitement wash over him for the impending weekend. Just him and Emma for the entire weekend. No Spider-Man, no Viper, no overprotective dads, and no Avengers.

It was just Peter Parker and Emma Rogers for an entire weekend.

Nothing made Peter happier.

---

After Emma and Peter put their luggage inside one of the many bedrooms, they headed back downstairs to greet their friends.

"Are you sure that it's okay that we're sharing a bedroom?" Peter questioned as they walked downstairs and Emma rolled her eyes at her dorky boyfriend.

"Peter, why are you so scared? There's no adults around," Emma told him and Peter tried to shrug nonchalantly although he felt really nervous.

"I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea," Peter said nervously and Emma rolled her eyes.

"You mean the wrong idea aside from us having sex this weekend," Emma said sarcastically and Peter gave her a worried look.

"I just don't want this getting back to your dad," Peter said honestly and Emma scoffed.

"Peter, my father's on house arrest twenty miles away. He's not going to come over here and kill you. That's not even possible," Emma argued, not understanding how her boyfriend worried over the most ridiculous things.

It's not like anyone at Flash's lake house could somehow tell her father about her and Peter sharing the same bedroom. Aside from Ned and Michelle, no one here knew that the Winter Soldier was Emma's father. She honestly doubted that Michelle and Ned would even blab to her father about this because Michelle was good at keeping secrets and Ned was too frightened to talk to her father most of the time.

"You're right. I think he just got into my head," Peter finally admitted and Emma's gaze softened as she looked back at him.

"We're going to be just fine, Peter," Emma told him reassuringly. "It's just going to be us this weekend. No Avenger drama and not even my dad being a surprisingly good cockblocker. It's going to be just you and me."

"That's sounds really good to me," Peter said softly and Emma smiled at him.

"You get to have me all to yourself and I get to have you all to myself," Emma told him and Peter pulled her closer to him, wanting nothing but to be entirely wrapped up in his and Emma's little world where no one existed but the two of them. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her neck, causing Emma to giggle.

"Can we actually go back upstairs now maybe? Just lock the door and never come back out," Peter asked her and Emma playfully swatted him away, pulling back to look at him.

"Peter, we have the whole weekend for that," Emma told him and Peter knew she was right even though he just wanted to skip right to the sex part right now. Deep down he knew the moment had to be right and Peter didn't want to rush anything. Screwing this up with Emma was the last thing he ever wanted to do. "Let's just relax for a little bit."

"You're right yet again. You're always right," Peter said, remarking at Emma's ability for talking sense into him. She was incredible at doing that. "This weekend is going to be special for us."

"I know it is," Emma said, giving him a small smile. However, before Peter could respond to his girlfriend, he was interrupted by the one person in the world he couldn't stand.

Flash Thompson.

"Look, Penis Parker made it," Flash announced loudly as he smirked at his rival. "I don't remember inviting you, Penis."

"I don't remember allowing you to run your mouth either, Eugene, but here we are," Emma said in a bored tone, taunting Flash with his hated real name. Inside, Emma was fuming that he continued to tease Peter like that although she was still annoyed that Peter even let him do that in the first place. She never understood the way he just let Flash talk to him like that.

"Flash, this is a decathlon weekend hang out. Peter's a member of the decathlon team in case you've forgotten," Cindy reminded him with a pointed look. Her hair was wet after just having come in from her swim but she was determined in making sure this weekend didn't have Flash and Peter's rivalry in it. It was always like Cindy to try and keep things calm. Flash sulked like a child from Emma using his real name and from also being told off by Cindy.

"Whatever," Flash grumbled as he then walked off to go see what Charles was up to. Emma rolled her eyes while Cindy just smiled before turning her attention to the couple in front of her.

"I haven't seen you guys in a while. What have you been up to this summer?" Cindy asked them and Peter's eyes went wide because it was obvious he couldn't let her in on all the Spider-Man and Viper events that happened over the summer. Emma didn't give her boyfriend the chance to mess everything up by blurting something out as she stepped in instead.

"My dad moved upstate so I've been spending a lot of time with him. My mom travels a lot so I got to spend some time with her before she left so that was nice," Emma explained calmly and Peter looked at her in surprise. Did she just refer to Steve as her mom? She better not mention that to Mr. Stark or the billionaire would never let that go.

"Oh, do you think your dad will still let you attend Midtown even if he's moved upstate?" Cindy asked curiously, seeming to remember Emma's original cover story that she was staying with her "sister" Darcy while attending Midtown since her parents lived across the county but Emma didn't seem to miss a beat.

"No, I'm still staying with my sister. I'll just visit my dad on the weekends," Emma said and she smiled genuinely at the thought of spending more time with her father. She realized that she had all the time in the world with him now that Hydra was done for and he got his plea deal.

"What about you, Peter?" Cindy asked him and Peter tried to act as nonchalant as Emma about the whole thing even though he was struggling to come up with a story.

"Well, Mr. Stark rehired me for that internship so I've mostly been working for him all summer," Peter explained to her and Cindy sighed longingly.

"That's so cool that you work for Iron Man. I'm so jealous," Cindy said before Sally called her from outside. "I think Sally needs me for something. It was fun catching up. Maybe we'll talk more later."

"Same here," Peter told her and Emma nodded before Cindy parted from them and ran back outside. Emma then turned to look at Peter.

"She would be disappointed by how lame Tony is in real life," Emma remarked as she shook her head. Peter rolled his eyes because he knew how much Emma cared for Tony. He just couldn't wait for the day when she finally admitted it.

"Let's go see if Ned and Michelle are here yet," Peter told her and Emma nodded before they began to walk through the living room of the very large and nice lake house.

This weekend was going to be interesting with Flash and everyone else there but the teenage couple were still excited for what else would occur during their romantic weekend. It was surely going to be a weekend they remembered for the rest of their lives.

---

Soon enough, afternoon turned into night as all the teenagers gathered in the living room of Flash's lake house. There was quite the collection of teenagers from Midtown Tech. Mostly just members of the academic decathlon team which now included a couple Freshmen and Sophomore recruits. Emma didn't care enough to know their names so she ignored them. Mostly because they were annoyingly trying to make a good impression on Michelle by being total suck-ups. When one of the Freshmen recruits stared at Emma longer than she liked, she glared at them and the frightened fourteen-year-old practically ran from the room.

She was glad that she could still scare someone, at least.

There was only one person at the weekend long party who wasn't part of the academic decathlon team. The one person at the party was someone Emma was less than thrilled about being there for her and Peter's romantic weekend away from the Avengers.

Betty fucking Brant.

The girl Emma couldn't stand in the slightest. The same girl who tried to bully Emma so that she could get her Bath and Body Works hands all over Peter. If there was anything important to know about Emma, it was that she was very good at holding grudges and Emma held a very huge grudge against Betty for trying to steal Peter. Emma didn't think she would ever forget what Betty tried to do and she thought the tiny blonde girl was secretly Satan.

"Stop glaring at Betty," Michelle said in a bored tone as she and Emma remained seated on the couch while the others conversed during the party. Peter had gone to get her some food in the kitchen so she and Michelle were left alone. "You're making your beef with her obvious to everyone here."

"Beef? I don't have beefs with people," Emma retorted without taking her gaze off Betty who was laughing at something Charles said. "I just fantasize about murdering them very slowly and intimately."

"Well, fantasize about murdering Betty somewhere else. You're scaring the Freshmen and Sophomores," Michelle complained and Emma rolled her eyes before finally taking her gaze off of Betty.

"Oh, look, who finally cares about her job as team captain. You've officially become as lame as Peter," Emma teased her friend and Michelle scoffed.

"I'm just thinking about my college application. It doesn't look good to be a shitty team captain," Michelle said nonchalantly and Emma didn't look like she believed her.

"Whatever. You care about stuff. Just admit it," Emma told her and Michelle scoffed, playfully glaring at her friend. She opened her mouth to insult Emma but was interrupted by Peter walking back over to them. He had a plate full of food in his hands as he gave Emma a goofy grin.

"I got you a bunch of pizza. Flash got the really good kind. It's delicious," He said around a mouth full of pizza as he sat down next to Emma. Michelle just rolled her eyes at Peter's ridiculousness while Emma seemed charmed by his antics as usual.

"I can tell. You have a bunch of tomato sauce all over your face," Emma said as she laughed at him. Peter shrugged but Emma leaned in close, seemingly going in for a kiss but she surprised Peter by gently licking his face instead. Michelle gave the two a disgusted look while Peter blushed.

"I'm going to throw up," Michelle deadpanned but Emma ignored her.

"You're right. It does taste good," Emma said flirtatiously and Peter swallowed hard before looking away, trying not to be reminded what this weekend meant for him and Emma. He was already nervous enough as it was. That and he wanted things to progress naturally between him and Emma during the weekend because he wanted it to be the right moment.

"So Flash has some beer," Peter brought up as he changed the subject and Emma raised an eyebrow as Peter suddenly looked very hesitant and unsure.

"I've noticed," Emma remarked, not sure where Peter was going with this. He didn't quite look Emma in the eyes as he chose his next words carefully.

"Well, I actually thought I might have a beer or two," Peter said quietly and Emma just stared at him silently. "Hopefully. If that's okay with you."

"I'm not your mom, Parker. If you want to drink beer, you can," Emma told him casually, not looking like she cared either way. Peter still felt hesitant. A part of him was afraid that this was some kind of trap or test.

"So when you say I can have a beer that means that you're okay with it?" Peter asked dumbly and Emma looked at him like he was ridiculous.

"I just told you that you don't need my permission," Emma said in an annoyed tone, wanting Peter to just make a decision already.

"So that's a yes?" Peter continued to prod and Emma sighed tiredly, wondering how Peter could be adorable one second and then entirely annoying the next.

"Just drink your fucking beer already!" Emma snapped and Peter's entire face lit up in excitement. He quickly kissed her cheek before jumping up from the couch to go head back to the kitchen to get his beer.

"Yay! Thank you!" Peter exclaimed happily as he practically ran to the kitchen. Emma rolled her eyes as she leaned back against the couch with the plate of food Peter brought her still in her hands. Michelle just shook her head at her friend.

"You two act like you're married," Michelle observed and Emma shrugged before taking a bite of the pizza Peter got her.

"I just hope he doesn't act like an asshole like the last time he drank alcohol," Emma said and she thought that was part of the reason he asked her permission before he got a beer. He knew the last time they were at a party everything went to shit so Emma thought it was nice that wanted to make sure she was okay with him drinking.

"Yeah, that was pretty bad but you two were fighting at the time so things will probably be better now," Michelle said almost comfortingly and Emma nodded. She supposed her friend had a point. "So are you and Peter fucking this weekend or what?"

Emma gave Michelle a shocked look at the brunette's very blunt question. It wasn't like Emma to be surprised but that certainly wasn't a question she expected to come out of Michelle's mouth. Michelle finally took pleasure in being able to shock her friend after all this time.

"Excuse me?"

"Come on, Emma," Michelle said as she rolled her eyes. "I called you to invite you to Flash's lame weekend decathlon party at his parent's lake house and you seemed a little too excited to spend a weekend under Flash's roof. It's obvious that you only came here to deflower your nerd."

"Fine, fine. You're right," Emma finally relented as she sighed heavily. "Peter and I have plans this weekend. We're sixteen so it's not like we can just get a hotel room."

"Right and I imagine fucking on his bunk bed isn't ideal either," Michelle said crassly and Emma shook her head.

"The compound wasn't an option either. My father has superhuman hearing so I can't imagine that would've ended well," Emma said before making a face of distaste at the memory of her father walking in on her and Peter during the whole Hydra fiasco. That hadn't been pleasant.

"I thought you and Peter fooled around all the time at the compound behind your dad's back?" Michelle inquired and Emma shrugged.

"I mean, that's one thing and we have to be really careful but we didn't really want to have to worry about my father catching us when we have sex for the first time," Emma said rationally and Michelle saw the sense in that. "That's why this weekend is really important for us because we're probably not going to get the chance to be alone again."

"So you think it'll happen tonight?" Michelle asked her curiously. Not because she was interested in hearing about Emma having sex with Peter but because she didn't know anyone her own age that had sex. She was super curious and would probably ask Emma questions later on from a female curiosity stand point.

"Probably not. Parker can't handle his booze at all so he'll probably be too drunk," Emma said, both a little disappointed and relieved that tonight wasn't the night. Don't get her wrong. She was more than excited for her and Peter's first time but she wanted a bit more time to relax into this. She didn't want it to feel rushed so waiting another day wasn't a problem for her.

Emma and Peter had waited this long already so what was another day?

"That might be better. I know Flash and the others are taking the freshmen and sophomores camping tomorrow in the woods behind the house so we'll be left alone here," Michelle said helpfully and Emma nodded.

"Good. I don't want that asshole in the way," Emma said, grateful that Flash and most of the others wouldn't even be in the house tomorrow. That definitely took a lot of pressure off. Emma felt a lot more comfortable about this weekend. It really would just be her and Peter.

"So uh…have you seen it?" Michelle asked randomly, a blush on her face. Emma gave her a confused look.

"Seen what?" Emma questioned and Michelle looked embarrassed which was rare for her.

"His…penis," Michelle whispered, her eyes growing wide. Emma gave her an amused look and almost laughed at the way Michelle whispered the word "penis". Almost like it was a secret or something.

"Yes, I have," Emma said honestly, trying not to laugh. She could tell Michelle was only asking her about Peter's penis out of curiosity about sex rather than curiosity about Peter. This was why she didn't feel threatened in the least.

"Does it look as gross as I imagine?" Michelle continued to ask and Emma raised her eyebrows at her friend.

"What, MJ? You imagine Peter to have a really gross and disgusting dick," Emma said, not sure what Michelle was getting at. The dark haired girl gave her a disgusted look before shaking her head.

"No, I was talking about penises in general," Michelle elaborated and Emma shrugged.

"I can't really speak about penises in general since I've only really seen Peter's but I don't really think of it as gross," Emma said thoughtfully as Michelle listened to her intently. "I'm not saying there should be murals in an art museum of it but I find it really…interesting? I don't know. I can't think of the word."

"I think I get what you mean," Michelle said although she was still curious. "Are you scared?"

Emma knew this wasn't a question directed at her past but just about her and Peter having sex for the first time. It was a pretty good question. This almost felt like what two normal teenage girls would talk about. Maybe they were two normal teenage girls in that moment.

"Not scared. A little nervous and excited maybe but not scared," Emma said as she tried to put her feelings into words which was never easy for her.

"I think I'll wait until college myself. It's cool that you're ready though," Michelle said, deep in thought as she considered the different paths they were both on as they were both soon becoming grown women. Emma was ready while Michelle wasn't but that was totally fine. "This is your decision as a woman and you're going with it. I respect that."

"I think it's good that you're waiting. For me, it has to be with the right person and there's really only one right person for me," Emma said and she knew she was coming off as sappy but she no longer cared. "For you, it can be anything you want."

"Will you tell me what it's like?" Michelle inquired curiously and Emma turned to look at her. "Nothing too detailed because it's Peter and that's just disgusting but just about sex in general."

"Sure," Emma agreed. She didn't think she really had a problem with sharing her experiences with Michelle. Emma typically wasn't a bashful person and she understood Michelle's curiosity.

The two teenage girls were interrupted in their conversation by Ned showing Betty something on his phone and the short teenage girl giggling hysterically. Ned kept shooting the blonde girl lingering glances whenever she wasn't looking. Emma wrinkled her nose in disgust at the sight of Ned flirting with Betty.

"Who the hell invited Brant anyways?"

---

"You're so pretty," Peter said happily as Emma helped his drunk ass up the stairs to their bedroom. He leaned heavily onto Emma's side as she gritted her teeth, annoyed that her boyfriend was drunk after only a couple drinks. What a fucking light weight. "I just want to bury my face in your hair and sniff it all night. You always smell so nice and yummy."

"Yeah, well, I not going to look so pretty tomorrow morning when I yell at you for getting drunk off your ass again," Emma complained and Peter just giggled like a twelve-year-old girl.

The party downstairs had died out after around one in the morning and everyone had gone to bed at this point. Either that or they were passed out downstairs with penis drawings on their faces. Flash had attempted to draw a penis on Peter's face but stopped when Emma threatened to shove that sharpie up his ass.

"You're even pretty when you're mean to me," Peter slurred as Emma opened the door to their bedroom and practically dragged him inside. He giggled again as he stumbled into the room while Emma followed behind him, rolling her eyes at her idiotic boyfriend. "Ooh! A nice big bed. Big enough for the two of us. Big enough for the two of us to do a lot of things on."

Emma snorted when she watched Peter waggle his eyebrows at her, probably thinking he looked incredibly sexy when he did that. She realized that Peter kind of turned into a douchebag when he was drunk. Not necessarily a douchebag like last time but one who seemed unable to keep himself from hitting on her. It was kind of amusing in a weird way.

"You're such a fucking light weight, Parker," Emma deadpanned and Peter scoffed, looking quite offended that Emma would even accuse him of such a thing.

"I'm not a light weight. I feel better than ever right now," Peter said a little too passionately. "I feel super sober."

"You're drunk."

"Am not," Peter whined before an all too serious look crossed his face. "Now are we doing this or what?"

"Doing what?" Emma questioned in confusion although she didn't know why she was trying to understand drunk Peter.

"Emma and Peter's sexy time," Peter drunkenly slurred and Emma snorted.

"Are you talking about us in the third person right now?" Emma asked incredulously and Peter shrugged.

"You're talking about us in the third person," Peter retorted. Emma raised an eyebrow.

"That doesn't even make sense," She tried to tell him but he didn't listen. She should've known it was pointless arguing with a drunk person. Not that Emma had much experience talking to drunk people other than Tony.

"You're so beautiful that it doesn't even make sense," Peter accused of Emma as though she was at fault for something. What that something was, Emma had no clue. "I've always thought you were hot. Even back when you were just the Viper Assassin to me."

"What are you talking about?" Emma asked, completely frustrated with trying to understand her drunk boyfriend.

"I mean, before we met at school. At the airport…" Peter slurred as he started to give away stuff he mostly kept hidden to himself. "I remember thinking how good you looked in that suit. Like, really good. Then you were on top of me on the runway and I start feeling all kinds of things because you were so hot and on top of me. You looked so pissed at me too and you're always sexy when you're angry. I'm not going lie. I thought about that day a lot after that."

"Okay…" Emma said, looking weirded out by her boyfriend's rambling. None of it made any sense.

"No, I thought about it a lot," Peter said suggestively and Emma fought the urge to smirk because she realized that alcohol seemed to be like a truth serum to Peter. He was telling her all kinds of things that shy and nerdy Peter would never tell her.

"Did you?" Emma said in amusement. Peter then sighed in contentment before nodding at her, giving her a goofy grin. Emma struggled not to laugh at the way he backed up into the bed until he clumsily fell onto it. His fall took him by surprise but Peter tried to play it off in a way he thought was cool by pretending like he meant to do that.

"Now you're my girlfriend," Peter said as he looked up at her. "You're such a nice girlfriend too. Because you take care of me. I'm not just talking about the blowjobs either even though those are really nice too. You take care of me like this and I know it means you love me."

"You turn into a huge sap when you're hammered," Emma told him in a completely unromantic way. She then realized that she was going to have to get Peter ready for bed because he was way too drunk to do it own his own and she didn't want him to be uncomfortable. "Here, let me help you get undressed."

"You just want to get me naked, don't you?" Peter said teasingly as he smirked at her. Emma rolled her eyes.

"No, you drunk idiot. I want to get you comfortable for bed," Emma retorted as she then knelt down on the floor and started taking off his shoes and socks. However, she was puzzled when Peter started unbuckling his belt and quickly started shoving not just his pants down but his boxers too. Emma, however, stopped him before he could.

"What the hell are you doing?" Emma questioned as she narrowed her eyes at him. Peter gave her a confused look.

"Aren't you…you know," Peter said awkwardly before gesturing to the position she was in on the floor. Even through his drunkenness, he realized he made a mistake when Emma glared at him.

"No, I'm not sucking your cock tonight, asshole," Emma hissed at him and Peter blushed but looked very disappointed.

"But why not?" He whined and Emma rolled her eyes as she slid his pants off the rest of the way but made a point in leaving his boxers on much to Peter's disappointment.

"Because you're drunk," Emma retorted and she honestly didn't know why she was arguing with her drunk idiotic boyfriend.

"I'm not that drunk," Peter tried to convince her although he failed miserably in doing so. "I thought we were going to make love tonight."

"Well, you should've thought of that before you had all that booze," Emma pointed out to him before she started getting ready for bed too. Peter gasped before pointing at her.

"I knew it! I knew it was a trap!" Peter exclaimed, referring to when he asked her permission to drink alcohol. "You're an evil woman."

"Peter, you say that like it's news," Emma said as she smirked at him before slipping out of her dress, leaving her in her bra and panties. Peter grew quiet as he stared at a half-naked Emma with wide eyes. Over the course of summer, he had seen her in less and less clothing so this was nothing new but Peter still appreciated her like it was the first time seeing her almost naked. Emma then slipped on an old shirt of Steve's that hung on her frame loosely.

"Why are you torturing me like this, Emma?" Peter said as he groaned. Emma rolled her eyes.

"Don't be dramatic, Parker," Emma said as she got into bed next to him, pulling the covers over the both of them. "We'll have fun tomorrow when you're sober. You're going to have a huge hangover in the morning by the way."

"Fine but can you at least come here then?" Peter said, reaching his arms out to her and Emma raised an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"So we can cuddle," Peter said as though it were obvious. Emma pretended to be annoyed but she obliged and Peter wrapped his arms around her. She snuggled against him, secretly happy that they were finally alone after being stuck in the compound so long surrounded by adults. Emma could be like this with him without worrying about her dad killing him.

It didn't take Peter long to drift off to sleep from all the alcohol he drank earlier in the night. Emma looked at him lovingly as she heard soft snores escape him so she just rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes. Her poor little Parker was going to be so hungover in the morning but at least he had fun.

One thing was for sure…Peter Parker definitely couldn't handle alcohol.

---

Sunlight streamed in through the window, giving way to another beautiful summer day but Peter Parker felt anything but bright and cheery as he woke up. There was a severe pounding inside his head as he woke up, the sunlight hurting his eyes. He groaned in pain as he slowly opened his eyes. Peter started to wonder how much he drank last night. He paused in his thinking when he saw Emma in bed next to him.

Shit…

Emma wasn't really wearing a whole lot of clothes and neither was he. Peter was wearing his t-shirt and boxers but he still had to wonder what happened last night. He couldn't really remember. At least, it didn't feel as bad as the last time got drunk when he puked his guts out into the toilet while May massaged his back.

It seemed like Emma chose that second to wake up as her eyes fluttered open. She yawned in that cute way that always sent Peter's heart soaring before she smiled at him. The blonde sat up in bed and she looked over at him.

"Hey, you're up," Emma said groggily and Peter rubbed his eyes tiredly as he strove to ignore the pounding headache he had. Somehow he felt like his spidey senses made it worse.

"God, what happened last night?" Peter said tiredly as he blinked several times, hoping to dial down all his senses which seemed to be at an eleven at this point. Emma gave him an amused look, now wide awake as she stared at her hungover boyfriend.

"You really don't remember?" Emma questioned and Peter shook his head so Emma started to explain it all to him. "Well, you got really drunk for one. You're a real light weight, Parker."

"Ha ha. Laugh it up," Peter said, glaring at her and Emma could tell his hangover made him a bit grumpy which she thought was cute. It wasn't normally like Peter to be grumpy. "Then what happened?"

"You tried to get me into bed a few times. You're a terrible flirt when you're drunk," Emma said teasingly and Peter's eyes widened at her words. The teenage boy looked at Emma's lack of clothing.

"We didn't…" Peter trailed off and Emma raised an eyebrow at him questioningly causing Peter to blush. "We didn't have sex last night, did we?"

"No," Emma said as she laughed at him. "You were drunk off your ass. I wasn't going to have sex with you even though you tried multiple times to convince me otherwise."

"Oh god, Emma," Peter said as he buried his face in his hands, totally embarrassed by his drunk antics. "I'm so sorry. I don't know why I even decided to drink last night."

"Peter, it's fine," Emma said dismissively, not bothered by drunkenness the night before. "You were cute and funny."

"I don't want you to think I was trying to pressure you into it-" Peter to say but Emma cut him off, placing a hand on his arm in an attempt to calm him down.

"I know you would never do that," Emma told him softly and Peter looked at her shyly.

"I just want this to be special and I can't believe I've screwed it up," Peter said, looking very worried about whether or not he had messed things up for them. Emma just shook her head.

"You haven't screwed anything up," Emma reassured him before deciding to change the subject. She didn't want Peter to panic over something she wasn't even upset about. "We have all day to ourselves so let's just relax a little. I'll close the curtains and we'll get a little more sleep, okay? Does that sound nice?"

"Yes," Peter said quietly, really wanting to sleep off this massive hangover he had. Emma just smiled at him in response.

"When we wake up we can have some lunch and then maybe go for a swim later," Emma suggested and Peter nodded in contentment, liking the plan Emma had for them.

"Okay," Peter said in agreement and Emma kissed his forehead as he laid back down on the bed, his head resting on the pillow as he watched her get up to close the curtains. He sighed in contentment as he watched her prance around the room in an oversized t-shirt, admiring her long legs as she closed the curtains and made the room dark.

Peter didn't know how he got so lucky.

He really didn't.

If someone told Peter a year ago about this then he would've thought it was too good to be true. Everything about this weekend seemed too good to be true but Peter was happy nonetheless. There was no Avenger drama here and no Spider-Man and Viper. Just him and Emma which was all he really wanted out of this weekend.

"Go back to sleep, Peter," Emma murmured to him as she got back into bed with him with Peter immediately pulling her to his chest.

If anyone ever accused Emma of being a cuddler, she was more than likely to flip them off or worse, but Peter was glad she was into cuddling. Because nothing felt better than having her in his arms like this and being able to go to sleep together but also to wake up together. It was a luxury they wouldn't have past this weekend but Peter decided to appreciate it while he could. This weekend wouldn't last forever but Peter could still enjoy it while he could.

The two teenagers fell asleep once more in each other's arms.

---

Emma and Peter woke up a few hours later, having lunch like she suggested. Michelle, Ned, and Betty had already been up for hours and to Emma's relief, Flash and the others had already left for their little camping excursion in the woods behind the house. Emma was disappointed that Betty was around but she decided that she wasn't going to let the little blonde munchkin ruin her weekend with Peter.

About an hour later, the four teenagers headed off to the lake for a swim. They were all dressed in their respective swim suits. Emma's swim suit was a modest two piece green bikini with floral accents. The bikini bottoms were high waisted so Emma didn't feel uncomfortable in it like she normally would've. Darcy was the one who convinced Emma to get it after seeing it catch Emma's eye in the store. The top of the bikini was a halter design with a built in padded bra for comfort. Emma was unsure about the bikini until she came out of the bathroom downstairs and saw the way Peter stared at her. She took great pleasure in the way his eyes lingered on her during the entire walk to the lake.

She was definitely going to thank Darcy as soon as she got home.

Although…Emma wasn't going to lie. She totally stared at him the entire walk to the lake as well. He only wore a pair of red swim trunks, leaving his well-toned muscles on display for all to see. Emma thought she would be jealous that Betty and MJ got to see him that way but truthfully she just felt smug.

Smug because she knew Peter was all hers and no one else's.

When they got down to the lake, MJ sat herself in a lawn chair with her book and immediately started reading while Betty and Ned giggled loudly as they ran for the dock before throwing themselves off the edge and landing in the water with a big splash. Emma and Peter just rolled their eyes at the two before Peter took her hand into his and they gently waded into the water. Ned and Betty caused quite the scene as they splashed each other but Emma and Peter made sure to keep themselves at a distance, wanting some peace and quiet.

"I like your swim suit," Peter told his girlfriend as they relaxed in the water while Ned and Betty caused a scene at the other side of the lake. His eyes then lingered on the cleavage that her halter top showed off and Emma blushed.

"Thanks. I like yours too," Emma said softly although it wasn't really his swimming trunks she cared for as much as it was for his abs which she was quite close to drooling over.

"Ned and Betty seem to be having fun," Peter said awkwardly as he tried to make small talk. It was obvious that the two teenagers were both nervous about that night. It was already one in the afternoon and they both knew that tonight was the night they were going to have sex for the first time.

"Yeah, they definitely seem to be," Emma said in response. Usually Emma would insult Betty whenever she heard the short blonde's name but she did no such thing in that moment. Betty was far from her mind right now. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah," Peter answered, knowing she was referencing his hangover from the morning. "I feel one hundred percent now."

"That's good," Emma said and Peter finally took a deep breath before getting right down to it because he couldn't just avoid the giant elephant in the room at this point.

"We don't have to do anything tonight by the way," Peter finally said and Emma stared at him silently. "If you don't want to then we can wait. I don't mind waiting, Emma. I'll wait as long as you want."

"But I really want to," She finally said after a short pause of silence. Peter looked up at her in surprise. Emma just sighed in response. "I'm just…really nervous, I guess."

"I'm nervous too," Peter admitted and it seemed like they were both finally on the same page. Emma looked at him doubtfully.

"Really?"

"I am. I just don't want to screw things up," Peter said almost shyly and Emma's gaze softened. "This is supposed to be one of the biggest nights of our lives and I don't want to be disappointing to you."

"You could never be disappointing to me, Peter," Emma told him seriously and Peter felt the tiniest bit relieved from her words. "Nothing you do ever disappoints me."

"I just want tonight to be perfect for you," Peter said quietly. "You deserve for it to be perfect."

"Thank you and as long as it's with you it will be," Emma assured him because she knew it was the truth. She never desired to have sex in the past with anyone. Mostly because she knew she would never trust anyone enough to want to have sex but Emma trusted Peter. Peter was aware of how much Emma trusted him too and he would never abuse that trust.

"You seem oddly okay with Betty being here," Peter said as he changed the subject. "I thought you hated her."

"I hate that she was trying to steal you from me. Not so much that I hate her all together," Emma said, being her brutally honest self. Peter blushed despite the coldness of the water against his skin.

"She wasn't trying to steal me from you," Peter denied, still somehow believing that girls didn't notice him and Emma was some kind of weird anomaly for agreeing to go out with him. Emma rolled her eyes.

"Whatever. I just know that I'm the one taking you to bed tonight and not her," Emma finally told him and in a way Emma was kind of over her jealousy. Sure, she'd probably still get pissed if any girls looked at Peter the wrong way but Emma also understood that Peter would never look at any of them. He was entirely hers.

"You're right about one thing," Peter said as he managed to smirk at her before pulling her close to him. Emma giggled as he planted a couple kisses against her neck. "Hey, guess what?"

"What?" Emma asked in amusement as Peter pulled back to look at her.

"I know your secret," He said smugly and Emma raised her eyebrow.

"And what secret is that, Parker?" Emma questioned, playing along with him.

"You're ticklish," Peter told her and Emma rolled her eyes.

"Fuck off," Emma said before attempting to give him a serious look. "And if you ever tell anyone about that then maybe I'll feel less inclined to do the nice things I do for you."

Peter immediately knew what nice things she meant and he pouted, knowing that Emma had won once again.

"You're mean," Peter said as he continued to pout. Emma just smirked at him.

"Yes and you still love me so I think that says more about you than me," Emma retorted and Peter playfully glared at her before an evil look came over his face. It was probably the first time Peter had ever looked evil. Emma wasn't going to deny it.

Evil Peter was really hot.

However, Emma's smugness vanished when she was hit in the face with a splash of water. Peter watched proudly as Emma looked at him in shock as water dripped down her face.

"Did you just fucking splash me with water?" Emma asked, pretending to be more angry than she was. "Did you not just hear what I told you?"

"Yes but I'm irresistible to you so I know you'll never stop being extra nice to me," Peter said, implying that he knew that Emma would never put a ban on certain sex acts. She enjoyed it as much as he did.

"If you splash me again-" However, Emma never finished her sentence as Peter splashed her with water yet again. He laughed at the angry look on her face.

"What are you going to do about it?" Peter teasingly asked her. He always made it an effort on his part to get Emma to loosen up and do childish things like goof off. She was always so serious that Peter just wanted her to act like the kid she was. The kid they both were.

"I'm not going to participate in this stupid game of yours," Emma said stubbornly and Peter raised an eyebrow.

"Really? You're just going to stand there and let me splash you in the face without doing anything about it?" Peter questioned and Emma glared at him, crossing her arms.

"I'm not going to encourage your stupidity," Emma grumbled and Peter just smirked as he reached over and splashed her again. This time Emma didn't even flinch as she stared back at him, her blue eyes boring into his brown ones. The water dripped down her face but she refused to play along.

"You're really not going to do anything?" Peter questioned before he splashed her yet again but Emma pointedly ignored him. He then decided to do something drastic to get a reaction out of her. The teenage boy abruptly lurched forward, grabbing his girlfriend and taking her by surprise before dragging her underneath the water. She struggled in his tight, unrelenting grip as he shoved her under the water. It took her a minute before she kicked him in the abdomen and managed to get back up to the surface with Peter quickly following her.

The minute Peter rose back up the surface and got a good look at her, he started laughing at the livid look on her face. Emma's hair was soaking wet and probably totally ruined by the disgusting lake water they were swimming in. She was glad her boyfriend found it amusing that she was entirely filthy from the disease ridden water.

"You asshole!" Emma cursed, her eyes furious as she glared at Peter. "You got my fucking hair wet!"

"This coming from the girl who gets people's blood on her all the time and doesn't even bat an eyelash," Peter said through his laughter.

"This water is dirty and probably filled with disease. I can't believe you did that," Emma said, still pissed at him. Peter finally managed to calm down from his laughter.

"I can always help you wash your hair in the shower," Peter flirted and Emma blushed from the suggestiveness in his tone. She really corrupted him, hadn't she? "I really don't mind. Maybe after we get out of here."

"If you think I'm rewarding bad behavior with you and me in a shower then you're more stupid than I thought," Emma said, her pride still hurt from the fact that Peter managed to catch her off guard earlier. "You're lucky that I'm still going to have sex with you tonight."

"So you're mad at me but not enough to take sex off the table," Peter pointed out smugly and Emma just glared at him.

"I'm going to go see what MJ's up to because I'm really angry at you. My hair's all disgusting now and it's entirely your fault," Emma said as she then turned around and began to swim away from him. Who knew Peter could be such a smug little shit? No wonder her father got pissed off at him all the time. He could be really annoying when he wanted to be.

Peter smirked as he watched her swim away. He fully knew how much he got under Emma's skin sometimes but a part of him enjoyed it. It felt nice that he could get a reaction out of her. Peter watched her leave for a minute as she swam to shore to join MJ. She grabbed a towel next to MJ's chair and dried herself off. Peter allowed his eyes to rake over her body, acknowledging how much he loved that swim suit she had on. He sincerely hoped this wouldn't be the last he'd be seeing of it. She was probably fully aware that Peter was leering at her because she flipped him off a moment later without even turning in his direction. The teenage boy just chuckled before swimming over to Ned.

God, he loved her.

---

"Oh my god, Peter, do you remember that time you peed your pants in the first grade," Ned said, laughing loudly as he held a bottle of beer in his hand. All five teenagers were seated around a campfire outside Flash's house. They had spent a few hours inside watching movies after each taking their respective showers post swimming in the lake but now it was dark and Betty thought it would be fun to have a campfire outside.

"No, I didn't," Peter denied, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks which Emma could only see because of the fire illuminating his face. Emma raised an eyebrow at him.

"You totally did," Ned said as he shared the memory with everyone in the group. Peter glared at him but Ned didn't seem to notice. He was too buzzed from the alcohol. "May had you wear that belt for picture day and you couldn't figure out how to take it off to pee."

"Thanks a lot, Ned," Peter grumbled, pouting as he stared into the fire with an embarrassed look on his face. "Just what I wanted my girlfriend to hear. They didn't stop calling me Pee Pee Parker until the seventh grade."

"Then you got upgraded to Penis Parker," Michelle remarked and Peter sighed heavily.

"Don't tell Flash this but I'll take Penis Parker over Pee Pee Parker any day," Peter admitted and everyone in the group laughed.

Emma just watched in amusement as the group recalled their memories from childhood but she couldn't help but feel a little sad or even envious of them. She didn't really have memories like that from childhood. There was fond memories she had of her and her father spending time together but that usually always involved a knife of some sort or blood played a part in those memories. None of her memories were normal ones like the ones everyone else had.

"Flash doesn't really have a talent for coming up with creative nicknames," Betty said observantly and everyone else was taken by surprise when Emma responded to her a moment later. However, her response wasn't laced with venom and she didn't shoot the blonde a cold look which was how she normally reacted to Betty.

"Obviously," Emma retorted but it wasn't in a mean way. "He gave himself the name Flash, after all."

"I kind of feel bad for Flash," Peter said abruptly and everyone turned to look at him in surprise.

Emma wondered for a moment if Peter had been drinking again but then she remembered he turned down a beer from Ned. When Ned questioned him about it, the boy just blushed before glancing at Emma. Peter didn't want to get drunk again because he knew tonight was the night for him and Emma. He wasn't going to let anything get in the way of that.

"What the hell are you smoking, Parker?" Michelle questioned, raising her eyebrow at her friend. Peter just shrugged.

"I just notice that Flash's parents aren't really that present," Peter said slowly. "Don't you think it's weird that his parents just left him alone at this lake house by himself for a weekend? I know May would never do that and I also know that there's no way in hell Emma's dad would ever do that either. Believe me. He barely let her come on this trip."

"My parents wouldn't do that," Ned murmured and Betty nodded in agreement, mumbling something similar. Emma knew that her father and Steve would never willingly leave her alone someplace for a weekend. Sure, they left for almost a year but that hadn't been their choice and Steve made sure that Tony took care of her.

"My brother wouldn't either," Michelle said quietly and Emma knew very little about her friend's home life. It was something the teenage girl never cared to discuss but Emma knew better than to push her. Just like Michelle never pushed her to talk about things either. They both acknowledged that they were both very guarded human beings so they gave each other space and only talked when they felt comfortable. However, Emma did know that Michelle was living with her older brother and that he had practically raised her.

"Maybe the reason he always acts so terrible is because he's compensating for his parents neglect," Peter suggested in a thoughtful tone and Michelle scoffed.

"Someone's taken up psychoanalysis," Michelle said sarcastically and Peter blushed but he seemed adamant about his new observation of Flash.

"I just think that maybe there's more to Flash than we all know."

Everyone was silent for a moment after that as they all considered what Peter just said. None of them said anything as they were left with their own thoughts. Emma was the first one to break the silence as she rested a hand on Peter's arm and gave him a small smile.

"Flash doesn't deserve your sympathy."

Emma truly believed that Flash didn't deserve Peter's kindness because she despised the teenage boy. He constantly mocked Peter's lack of wealth, making Peter feel shitty about not having a lot of money. Peter already worried about his aunt struggling to pay the bills on top of worrying about how he'd ever pay for college. He didn't need Flash reminding him of that all the damn time. Emma blamed Flash for Peter deciding that he needed to get a job. It was clear that Flash was just jealous of Peter but Emma didn't feel bad for him. Just because his mommy and daddy weren't around all too often didn't mean he could treat Peter like that.

"It was just a thought," Peter said quietly and Betty just shook her head.

"You're a nice guy, Peter," Betty said kindly and it seemed like Emma had put up with Betty being there long enough. However, there was some things Emma couldn't tolerate like Betty smiling at Peter.

Emma glared coldly at the small blonde and the girl's eyes immediately widened before she quickly looked away from Peter. She turned and saw that she had Peter's complete and undivided attention. He raised his eyebrows at her but Emma didn't seem guilty about scaring Betty. Peter just rolled his eyes before returning his attention to Ned who had already moved the conversation forward. It's not like he could ever stay mad at her anyways.

"So you guys ready for junior year?" Ned asked them in his usual jovial tone. "I just looked up my class schedule the other night. History, physics, calculus, French, English, and I'm taking sculpting 101 as an elective which sucks because art is so boring."

"You're only saying that because you can't draw worth a shit," Michelle retorted and Ned playfully glared at her.

"It sucks that we have to take art because of the credit requirement. It was either that or drama and I'd rather not," Peter said, already knowing he'd probably embarrass himself if he took a drama class. He always thought Emma would be an incredible actress but definitely not him. "At least, Emma and I will have a class together. This year we only have Painting I together and US history."

"You two are so mushy that it makes me sick," Ned complained loudly and sometimes he did feel like a third wheel around Emma and Peter. At least, he had become good friends with Michelle because of that. Michelle turned out to be a pretty decent friend and she wasn't as creepy as he originally thought which was a relief.

"You two should get a room," Michelle added and Emma just smirked into her lemonade as she took a sip from her glass. She and Peter fully planned on getting a room. This was something that had rested in the back of her mind all day because it was finally night and she knew soon it would come time for the moment she and Peter had been thinking about for months. Emma was still very nervous but she was also excited.

"You know, I technically had dibs on Emma first," Ned pointed out in a smug tone and Peter looked at his friend in bewilderment. Even Emma gave him a curious look.

"What are you talking about? You didn't have dibs on Emma," Peter told him and Ned shook his head.

"I asked her out to homecoming, remember? You asked Liz so Emma was all up for grabs," Ned explained to him and Peter scoffed, narrowing his eyes at his friend.

"That doesn't mean you had dibs on her. In fact, I'm actually going to bring up something that's been bothering me for a long time," Peter said and the three girls seemed to almost roll their eyes in unison. "You asked Emma to the dance even though you knew I liked her. That's the worst thing a friend can do. That's a total betrayal."

"You asked Liz!" Ned argued and Peter seemed to ignore that. "You can't just call dibs on every single girl. That's completely unfair."

"Yes but you also knew that deep down I liked Emma back then even though I couldn't admit it to myself yet so as my friend you shouldn't have asked her out," Peter ranted which didn't make sense to anyone there. Ned laughed at Peter like he was being ridiculous. "It was your duty as my friend to not ask Emma out."

"You're acting like Emma and I made out at the dance," Ned said in disbelief and Peter raised his eyebrows.

"And would you have?" Peter questioned and Ned shrugged.

"I don't know," Ned said, looking nervous as Peter clenched his jaw and glared at him. "I thought maybe if the night went well that maybe we'd kiss at the dance."

"Wait, what?" Emma said incredulously as she turned to look at Ned. This was the first time she was hearing about this. She should've known Leeds offer to go to the dance as friends wasn't as innocent as he made it seem.

Fucking men.

"Yeah, but then the stuff happened," Ned said awkwardly, throwing a glance in Betty's direction because he knew he couldn't mention Spider-Man and Viper around her. She was the only person currently there that didn't know about Peter and Emma's superhero alter egos. "And hey, you two are together now so yay! Now you get to kiss her and go out with her. I mean, it would be pretty cool to date someone who's a…I mean, someone cool like Emma but you really scare me."

"I'm glad," Emma said but refrained from threatening Ned since she was in the company of Betty. She couldn't really say the stuff she wanted to with Betty around.

"I can't believe you were going to kiss Emma," Peter grumbled, glaring into the fire and Emma wondered why Peter was so pissed off. It's not like Ned had actually kissed her or anything. Planning to do something was way different than actually doing it. "That's crossing the line. That's what Lancelot did to King Arthur."

"What?!" Ned exclaimed and Peter nodded furiously.

"Yeah, Lancelot stole Guinevere from King Arthur because he was a terrible friend that obviously didn't value King Arthur's friendship," Peter accused and Emma just looked at her boyfriend in shock.

"Since when did you study King Arthur?" Emma questioned, not knowing how Peter suddenly knew so much about the lore behind King Arthur. Peter then paused in his anger and took a moment to blush.

"I actually saw Avalon High on Disney Channel when I was a kid," Peter admitted reluctantly causing Michelle and Betty to snort but Emma didn't know what that meant.

"King Arthur was the chick in that movie. Lancelot stole Guinevere from the Wizards of Waverly Place werewolf dude," Ned argued and Peter groaned in frustration. "He didn't steal Guinevere from the girl."

"Yes, I know that but-"

"Can you idiots shut the fuck up for once," Michelle said as she stood up, glaring at the two boys who grew quiet at the livid look on Michelle's face. The dark haired girl seemed to have gotten tired of their male bullshit.

"Let me get one thing clear," Michelle started to say as she crossed her arms. "You don't call dibs on girls because this isn't the nineties. This is the modern age where girls can be with whoever they want. Not because of some dibs bullshit."

"I didn't mean it like that," Peter mumbled and Michelle sneered.

"I know what you meant but who fucking cares if Ned took Emma to the dance a year ago," Michelle pointed out to him. "It doesn't matter because she's here with you now. She's her own woman and she can pick who she chooses to be with. She's with you because she wants to be. Not because you and Ned have your stupid dibs thing."

"But, MJ-" Peter tried to argue but Michelle wasn't having it.

"She can also dump your sorry ass if she feels like it too so I would keep that in mind for the future," Michelle said, finally ending her empowering speech. Betty watched her in awe and even Emma was impressed. "Emma doesn't need a man. She's a badass woman who can do whatever the fuck she wants when she wants."

"Please continue to yell at Peter, MJ," Emma told her friend, looking highly amused. "It's really funny."

"Well, someone has to tell that boy to get his head out of his ass since you can't talk with his dick in your mouth all the time," Michelle grumbled and Ned choked on his beer while Peter's face turned a bright shade of red. Betty looked between Emma and Peter with wide eyes while Emma just playfully glared at her friend.

"Ha ha. Very funny," Emma retorted before rolling her eyes. Peter turned to look at his girlfriend in disbelief.

"You told her?!" Peter exclaimed and Emma scoffed.

"Don't act like you don't brag to Ned about us," Emma told him and Peter immediately grew quiet at that.

"Look, I'm sorry about the dibs thing, Emma," Peter apologized sincerely. "I don't want you to feel like you're my property."

"I don't give a shit about dibs," Emma said in annoyance. "I called dibs on you too so we're even. Betty's a witness to that."

"Unfortunately I am," Betty said quietly, trying to forget how scary the tall blonde was when she wanted to be.

"I can't fucking believe this," Michelle said, looking very disappointed with Emma. "You have all this…I mean, you're you and yet you let it all go to waste. You could be fucking Wonder Woman. You could start a revolution as Wonder Woman."

"No thanks," Emma said dismissively. "Wonder Woman means an island full of women and an island full of women means an island without Papa."

"What about me?!" Peter said, looking offended by Emma's statement. "What about Steve? Aren't Steve and I on this island too?"

"Yeah, sure," Emma agreed but Peter pouted because he knew her dad would always come first. He wasn't jealous or anything. He knew what her dad meant to her and he also knew that Emma was fiercely protective over a man who was probably the last person on earth who needed protecting. "You guys too."

"Who's Steve?" Betty asked and the other four teenagers suddenly remembered that she was there. Peter cleared his throat awkwardly before answering.

"Steve is uh…Emma's cousin. Yeah, her cousin," Peter lied and he knew it was a lame excuse but Betty seemed none the wiser. Emma didn't look impressed with his lie but she didn't say anything.

"Okay. Cool," Betty said, deeming that Steve wasn't that interesting of a person to know more about. She was probably right. Emma loved Steve but he could be boring sometimes but an adorable kind of boring.

"I don't know about you guys but I'm ready for some smores," Ned said, changing the subject and Michelle raised an eyebrow at him.

"Is food really on your mind? You and Peter were fighting a second ago."

"But we settled that argument," Ned told her. "Emma and Peter are together and it's all water under the bridge. Right, Peter?"

"Yeah, totally," Peter said dumbly, looking to have already forgotten his argument with Ned. Emma, Michelle, and Betty were at a lost. "Do you have the marshmallows over there?"

"Yeah, I'll toss you and Emma one of the bags," Ned told him and Betty just stared at them in wonder.

"Boys…" She trailed off and the other two girls nodded in agreement. Boys tended not to hold grudges and not holding a grudge was a foreign concept to Emma. Holding a grudge was like another superpower to her.

"Here," Peter said quietly as he took his jacket off and put it around Emma. "It's starting to get cold."

"I don't get cold, Peter. You know that," Emma whispered softly to him and Peter just smiled before shaking his head.

"Well, just in case then," Peter told her before getting up from the chair he was sitting in to go retrieve the bag of marshmallows instead of having Ned toss him one. His reflexes were superhuman and he was afraid he'd give away too much to Betty. The girl was an aspiring journalist so he didn't want to give her anything to stick her nose in.

Peter was back a moment later with not only the bag of marshmallows in his arms but a Hershey's chocolate bar and a box of graham crackers too. Emma gave him an amused smile at the excited look on his face as he sat back down next to her. She adored how excited he looked for something so simplistic.

"Yay! Smores time!" Peter said happily as he started opening the bag of marshmallows.

"You know, I've never actually had smores before," Emma told her boyfriend and Peter immediately stopped what he was doing, slowly turning to look at his girlfriend. She could've just told him that aliens were invading the earth(which wouldn't be the first time in the world they lived in) and he would've looked at her the same way.

"What?!" Peter said, sounding appalled and shocked by what she said. Emma shrugged.

"I said I've never had smores before," Emma repeated and Peter stared at her dumbstruck. "They weren't really in great supply in Siberia."

"Right, sorry but sometimes I just forget that you haven't tried a lot of things…that you've missed out on a lot of things," Peter remarked sadly but Emma didn't seem sad. Just curious. That was probably what bothered him the most. "I have an idea for this year."

"What?" Emma questioned in confusion. Peter gave her that goofy smile that came over his face whenever he got excited about something. Especially a new idea.

"We should make a list of everything you haven't tried or done and we should do it all," Peter told her excitedly and Emma couldn't help but smile back at him because his smile was so infectious. "It's wrong that you haven't had smores until now but what else haven't you tried?"

"I don't know. I've never had those things at Star Bucks," Emma told him after thinking about it for a second. Peter furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"What things?" He asked her and Emma shrugged, trying to think of a way to explain it.

"Those things," Emma attempted to clarify but Peter was still confused. "They look like lollipops but they're not. They have sprinkles on them."

"Cake pops? Are you talking about cake pops?" Peter questioned and Emma nodded.

"I guess so."

"Fine, then I'll buy you a bunch of different flavors of cake pops so you can see what one you like," Peter promised her.

"I've never had a slushie either," Emma added and Peter chuckled.

"Then I'll get you a slushie too," Peter promised her once again. "We'll make a day of it. I'll buy a ton of stuff for you to try and we'll try everything together. Just you and me."

"Papa too?" Emma asked, her eyes full of hope and even excitement. Peter should've been disappointed that she wanted to include her father in everything she did but he couldn't find it in himself to be disappointed. He was just happy that she was happy. Peter realized that he was going to have to share Emma with her father but he was okay with that. Even if the man hated him with a burning passion.

"Of course," Peter told her sincerely and Emma seemed happy with that. He then patted his lap, gesturing for her to take a seat. It wasn't suggestive or anything. It was entirely innocent. "Come here and I'll show you how to make a smore."

"Why do you have to make it? Why can't we buy it already made?" Emma questioned and Peter rolled his eyes.

"Because half the fun is making it," He tried to explain to her but he knew he was just going to have to show her himself. That was the only way to do it. "Now get over here."

Emma sighed but did as he told her anyways. She took a seat on his lap but noticed that he didn't blush for once. He seemed entirely too focused on getting the marshmallows out of the bag but Emma wasn't offended. She thought he was actually really cute with that crease that formed in between his eyebrows and the adorable way his tongue slightly poked out of his mouth in look then faded when he grabbed one of the camping forks.

"What is that?" Emma questioned.

"A camping fork."

"What does it do?"

"It's not what it does," Peter tried to explain to the curious blonde as he began to stick the marshmallow on the camping fork. "It's what it's for. See, you're supposed to put the marshmallow on the fork."

"Oh…" Emma said, looking perplexed by how simple it actually was. When Peter first lifted up the camping fork she thought it was some kind of weapon.

"Here, you try," Peter told her as he handed her a marshmallow. Emma stared at the marshmallow for a second, looking entirely confused by the whole thing. She didn't think she had ever seen a marshmallow before let alone eaten one. The teenager then slowly pierced the marshmallow with the fork. "See? Easy."

"I think you're forgetting that this isn't my first time stabbing something," Emma couldn't help but quip and Peter rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless.

"Funny," Peter remarked before then taking the camping fork with one hand and then grabbing Emma's hand with the other. He placed the fork in her hands much to his bewilderment. "Now just take the camping fork like this and stick the marshmallow in the fire. See? Like what Ned and MJ are doing."

"In the fire?" Emma questioned doubtfully and Peter nodded.

"Yes, the fire. You trust me, don't you?" Peter asked her and Emma's gaze softened as she looked back at him. She nodded silently.

"Of course," She told him and Peter smiled at her before placing his hands on her hips, holding her more securely to him. Emma realized that she couldn't possibly feel safer anywhere else.

"Then do it," He told her and without hesitating anymore, Emma stuck the marshmallow in the fire. She watched as the marshmallow rested in the flames of the fire.

"It'll toast and become all gooey in the middle so when it's done toasting we'll put it on top of the chocolate and graham cracker," Peter started explaining to her as she listened while watching the marshmallow toast. "Then we'll but the other graham cracker on top of it."

"Like a sandwich?" She questioned and Peter nodded, a large grin coming over his face.

"I've never thought of it like that but yes," Peter answered her. "But only the best kind of sandwich in the world."

"Even better than Delmar's?" Emma joked and Peter laughed.

"Even better than Delmar's," He said in agreement. "Just don't tell Mr. Delmar I said that."

"Then what?" She asked him and there was a childlike look of wonder on her face that Peter wasn't used to seeing. Emma looked overwhelmingly beautiful as the glow of the fire illuminated her face. Peter loved seeing this side of her. There were little moments like this where she forgot the world around her and just lived life as a teenager. Peter was grateful for those little moments.

"Then we eat it."

"How do we know it's done toasting?" Emma asked him and Peter tore his gaze away from her before looking at the marshmallow. He moved her arm back swiftly when he saw that the marshmallow was done, helping her pull the marshmallow away from the fire.

"When it's dark around the edges like that," Peter informed her and Emma watched in awe as Peter then maneuvered his hands in front of her, placing the plate with the half assembled smore on her lap. She stared closely as he carefully used the top piece of graham cracker to scrape the marshmallow from the fork. Looking something like a blob, the marshmallow plopped on top of the piece of chocolate and the other piece of graham cracker. Peter quickly placed the top piece of graham cracker on top of the gooey marshmallow and smiled in satisfaction at his masterpiece.

"See? It's all done," Peter said in satisfaction and Emma looked unsure of the thing sitting on a plate in her lap.

"It looks like a pile of goo," Emma told him honestly but Peter didn't look taken back.

"I know it doesn't look like much but it's really delicious. Trust me," Peter told her and he nodded at her, gesturing for Emma to go ahead and try it. "Just try it."

"I'm only going to do this because I love you," Emma said, still looking unsure about the smore. Peter shook his head in amusement but still smiled at her.

"Eat it," Peter insisted and Emma rolled her eyes but picked up the warm smore. She sniffed it and noticed that it didn't seem to smell disgusting. The blonde finally took a deep breath before deciding to go for it. She took a bite out of the smore and immediately was surprised by the flavor.

It was soft and gooey, yes, but it also seemed to deliciously melt in her mouth. Peter was right. It was one of the best things she had ever tasted. The chocolate was melting together with the marshmallow while the graham cracker was crunchy. It looked really disgusting and not to mention messy but it was also really good. Peter laughed at the wide eyed look on his girlfriend's face.

"Still think it's disgusting?" He said teasingly and Emma didn't have it in her to come up with a smart ass remark like she normally would.

"I admit…I was wrong," Emma said quietly before woofing down the rest of the smore like she was starving all of a sudden.

"I'm probably going to have to make about a dozen more of those with the way you eat," Peter teased, making a dig at Emma's super soldier appetite.

"How do you know so much about smores?" Emma asked curiously once she finished her smore and Peter's smile faded a bit but it didn't completely go away.

"Uncle Ben used to take me camping when I was little," Peter answered her honestly, surprising Emma with information about his uncle who he rarely talked about. "He called it male bonding time since May never wanted to go with us. We just camped for a few days during the summer. He taught me how to make smores, how to fish, and how to set up a tent. Stuff like that."

"You fish?" Emma asked in surprise and Peter chuckled before shaking his head.

"Not really. I was never any good at it. Uncle Ben was way better," Peter said, smiling fondly at the memory. "He was super patient with that kind of thing while I wasn't."

"I never knew any of that," Emma said quietly as she considered the information Peter just gave her.

"I know," Peter said regretfully. "Sometimes it just feels like another life. A life separate from this one. I forget to talk about it. It's not because I'm hiding it from you."

"You're not a person to hide things so I know," Emma told him with a sad smile on her face and Peter returned her smile with a small one of his own. He then took the time to notice that Emma had a bit of chocolate on her face from the smores which was kind of adorable.

"You have some chocolate on your face," Peter told her and Emma blushed from the way he stared at her. His gaze was so intense and unwavering that her heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

"Really?" Emma questioned but she didn't seem that bothered by the fact that there was chocolate on her face. He nodded.

"Yeah, I should help you…" Peter trailed off.

"Help me…" Emma said in dazed state from the close proximity in between her and Peter as their faces seemed to be growing closer and closer.

"Help clean you up," Peter murmured before his gaze fell to her lips. Emma didn't speak as Peter's lips descended down upon hers, capturing her in a very passionate kiss for the first time during their weekend vacation. The plate in her lap fell to the ground as Peter pulled her in closer, his hand moving to cup her cheek and her eyes fluttered close.

The world around them seemed to fade as it normally did whenever they were together like this. The disgusted look Michelle threw in their direction went ignored. Even Peter's spidey sense seemed to dull whenever he was with Emma like this. She was like a soothing balm to his senses which were usually dialed to eleven. The only thing Peter was aware of was the taste of chocolate and marshmallow on her lips.

The kiss was intense and powerful even though it only lasted for a short moment. It became clear with the kiss that they said everything they needed to in that moment. The kiss was a sign that their night was only just beginning.

The two teenagers pulled away from each other a moment later, their eyes locked onto each other as they both came to the same realization. They were both naturally on the same page without even trying to be. The kiss did all the talking for them.

"I um…I think I want to go to our room," Peter said nervously. He was blushing but he still felt sure of himself and unsure that Emma felt the same way. "If you're okay with that, of course."

"I thought you wanted your smore?" Emma asked him as she also blushed. Peter immediately shook his head.

"I don't want a smore," Peter told her which was the truth. It was true that smores were the only reason he had been so excited for the campfire tonight but after that kiss, the smores were long forgotten. "I-I want you."

Emma grew quiet at the sudden confident look that came over Peter's face as he stared back at her. It took him a moment to gain some confidence but he seemed adamant in getting his message across to her.

He was ready if she was.

"I want you too," Emma told him softly and Peter could feel the excitement coursing through his veins.

Emma wanted him.

She actually wanted him.

"You're ready?" He asked her once more, wanting to know that Emma was sure about this. Peter didn't want to scare her or worse.

"I'm ready," She confirmed with a nod of her head. "Take me to our room, Peter."

That seemed to be enough for Peter as he nodded his head furiously, feeling giddy that the night they both had been waiting for had finally arrived. He was still nervous, of course, but Peter thought he might've been more excited than nervous.

Emma quickly got off his lap and Peter immediately stood up after her. He wanted to grab Emma's hand and practically run into the house as fast as he could but he didn't know how Emma would take that. So he decided to just play it cool and try to act casual about the whole thing. It was the only thing he could think of to do.

"Hey, guys," Peter announced to the other three teenagers sitting around the campfire. Emma placed her hand in his and he gave her hand a squeeze in response. Ned, Michelle, and Betty turned to look at the couple questioningly, wondering why the two teenagers decided it was time to speak to the rest of the world. They were making out a second ago and were all over each other but now they seemed to acknowledge the fact that there were other people aside from each other there.

"So Emma and I are feeling pretty tired so we're probably going to go to bed a bit early tonight," Peter tried to lie even though that was a pretty lame excuse. Michelle raised her eyebrows at them questioningly.

"You're already tired? It's only nine," She told them and Peter shrugged.

"It was a long day with the swimming and all. The sun also makes a person pretty sleepy," Peter continued to lie terribly and Emma watched him in amusement.

"MJ's right. It's only nine," Ned added, siding with the dark haired girl. "I thought we were going to watch Jaws tonight? AMC's playing it on a constant loop."

"It's on Netflix so we can watch it any time," Peter told him but Ned wasn't having it.

"Yeah, but we were going to have a movie night with popcorn and-" Ned started to say but Emma interrupted him, quickly growing impatient with this conversation. She just wanted to go upstairs with Peter and their friends were getting in the way of that.

"Peter and I are going to have sex now. Don't bother us for the rest of the night," The blonde said both loudly and bluntly.

All the teenagers around the campfire fell silent and stared at the couple in shock. Peter blushed again but he didn't scold Emma for being too blunt. In all honesty, he just wanted to go upstairs with Emma and embark on what would probably be one of the best nights of his existence.

"Ew…" Michelle said in disgust while a blush of her own formed on Betty's face but the small blonde didn't say anything. She just avoided looking at Emma and Peter.

"Awesome," Ned said in awe, his eyes wide with wonder. Emma just gave the teenage boy an unimpressed look before turning away and walking back towards the house, practically dragging Peter with her. She didn't notice the way Ned gave Peter an excited thumbs up before mouthing "good luck" to his best friend. Peter could only manage a sheepish smile before quickly and eagerly following his girlfriend to the house. The three teenagers watched as the couple left but none of them said anything until the two were out of ear shot.

"Let's not go back to the house for a while," Michelle grumbled, looking entirely disgusted by their friends' horniness. "From what Emma told me before, Peter moans and I really don't need to know what that sounds like."

"Me neither," Betty said with wide eyes, looking really horrified. Ned nodded as well because he didn't think he wanted to hear what his best friend's moans sounded like either. He and Peter were close but not that close.

"Totally agreed."

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Emma and Peter finally made it back to their bedroom after a mutual silence as they walked up the stairs. Neither knew what exactly to say to the other because they had never done anything like this before. They were both nervous but also excited. However, the silence was broken when they walked into the bedroom and Peter turned to look at Emma with a nervous look on his face.

"Can you um…can you go into the bathroom for a couple minutes?" He asked her quietly and Emma furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"Why?" She questioned and Peter blushed.

"I just have some stuff I want to set up for tonight," Peter told her shyly and Emma looked at him suspiciously.

"What kind of stuff?" She continued to question. "This isn't where I find out that you have a bunch of creepy sex toys in that suitcase, right?"

"Of course not!" Peter exclaimed before he began pushing her in the direction of the bathroom. Emma allowed him to do so but mostly out of amusement. She was glad Peter kind of broke the ice with his usual dorkiness because suddenly she felt a lot more calm than she did a second ago. Emma laughed at how dorky he was being. "I just have stuff that I want to set up so tonight will be perfect. Now wait in the bathroom and I'll come and get you in a couple minutes."

"Ugh! Fine but I better not come out of this room and find a sex swing, Parker," Emma quipped as Peter finally shoved her into the bathroom before slamming the door close. "I'll tell Steve."

"Don't be gross. It's just a surprise," Peter said from the other side of the door and Emma could hear him bustling around the room. She rolled her eyes before crossing her arms.

"I hate surprises," Emma grumbled.

"Well, I'm hoping you'll love this one," Peter told her and Emma could hear the smile in his voice which was infectious as it would seem. She started smiling as well as she waited in the bathroom for Peter to finish whatever it was he was doing.

While Emma was locked in the bathroom, she figured she might as well freshen up for tonight. The blonde examined herself in the mirror and noticed that her hair could probably use a brush right about now. She grabbed her hairbrush from the counter and started brushing her long blonde hair so she didn't look so disheveled.

Then Emma went through her entire appearance.

She brushed her teeth so they were minty fresh with no taste of chocolate or marshmallow on her breath before flossing and using mouth wash while she was at it.

Emma could hear her boyfriend moving stuff around the room and while she was curious, she ignored it for the time being and reapplied some make-up too. Michelle probably would've made fun of her for being such a girl but Emma was suddenly self-conscious about her appearance. She knew what tonight was which meant that Emma wanted everything to be perfect.

After she was finished reapplying her mascara, Emma took a moment to look back at her reflection in the mirror. Emma didn't think she looked like anything out of the ordinary. She was wearing her navy blue romper covered with cute floral designs and her bare feet felt cold against the hard wood floors. Emma and Peter made the decision to kick off their shoes when they walked into the house from outside. It would save them time and energy when taking off their clothes.

She realized that this was all still new.

The blonde continued to stare at her reflection in the mirror and she wondered if this was the face of a girl who was about to have sex with their boyfriend for the first time. Emma didn't really know what she was supposed to look like during pre-first time sex. She wasn't a virgin but this was still nerve-wracking because it was the first time it was her choice and the notion of it being her choice made Emma feel empowered.

However, there was one thing Emma noticed about herself that was certain.

She didn't look scared.

Which was good because she didn't feel scared either.

"Okay, I think I'm ready for you to come out now," Peter called out to her and Emma finally looked away from her reflection in the mirror. She quickly shed the jacket Peter lent her earlier and hung it on the towel rack by the shower. Emma then took a deep breath before exhaling as she waited for Peter to open the door.

"Can you close your eyes?" Peter asked her from the other side of the door. Emma stared at the still closed door in disbelief.

"Why do I have to close my eyes?" She questioned.

"Because it's a surprise," Peter told her.

"I still don't get why I have to close my eyes," Emma argued and normally Peter would sigh tiredly before bickering with her but he was too excited to do either.

"Please just close your eyes," Peter pleaded with her and Emma could hear the happiness in his voice which, in turn, made her feel even more excited for what the evening had in store for them. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and her blood pulsing through her veins. Not from the nerves but just from the excitement. "For me?"

"Fine," Emma finally said, knowing that she couldn't resist Peter when he begged her for stuff. The blonde shut her eyes and a moment later she could hear the door to the bathroom creak open.

"Are they closed?" Peter asked her and Emma scoffed.

"Obviously."

"Then it's time for your surprise," Peter told her softly and she could feel him wrap his arm around her as he started leading her out of the bathroom.

When he led her out into the bedroom, Emma could hear music playing in the background at a low volume. The music didn't sound like the kind of music she normally listened to. Not Lana Del Rey's sad and morbid ballads about a dead lover nor was it Father John Misty's folksy rock songs about the world ending. It was slower but more sensual at the same time.

"You can open your eyes now," Peter whispered to her and Emma's eyes immediately shot open. The soft lighting in the now darker room filling her line of vision.

The room wasn't entirely dark though.

There seemed to be several candles littered around the area surrounding the bed, giving the room a soft glow. She could smell that the candles were scented. A pleasant floral smell filled her nostrils as she gazed curiously around the room that Peter had decorated. She could feel her boyfriend's nervous gaze on her as she walked closer to the bed, taking note of the fake floral petals he had littered across it.

"Are those blankets from my room?" Emma questioned as she noticed a couple familiar blankets from her bedroom. A soft blue throw she had stolen from Steve some time ago and then the Slytherin themed blanket that Darcy had given her a couple Christmases ago.

"I thought you might be more comfortable if I brought something from home," Peter explained and for a second he worried that maybe Emma wasn't okay with that. However, he was relieved when she gave him a small smile, her eyes lit up with appreciation.

"Thank you. That's very sweet," Emma murmured as she returned her gaze to the rest of the room. Peter nervously shifted his weight to the other foot as he anxiously watched her examine all the changes he made to the room.

"You don't think this is too cheesy, do you?" Peter asked her worriedly as he started second guessing himself. Emma turned back to look at him.

"I think it's incredibly cheesy," Emma told him and Peter was about to apologize to her when her gaze suddenly softened as she looked at him. "But I love it because it's something only you would do."

"I just want tonight to be special," Peter said softly, feeling relieved that Emma didn't hate the room.

"Where did you get the candles anyways?" Emma inquired as she tried to make small talk with Peter which was unusual for her. She always got annoyed when people tried to make small talk but Emma didn't know what else to say or do in a situation like this. Emma didn't know how to act normal.

"They're actually May's candles. I think she got them from Bath and Body Works or something," Peter mentioned to her as he joined in on the small talk. He was also clueless on what to do.

"It's probably a fire hazard. This house is entirely made of wood," Emma noted and Peter's eyes widened, wondering if he made a huge mistake with the candles. "There's literally wood everywhere."

"Do you think the candles are a bad idea?" Peter asked worriedly. "I can blow them out."

"No, keep them," Emma told him, sounding positive about the candles. "The thought of probably setting Flash's house on fire kind of turns me on."

Peter smiled although his face got a little redder at Emma's remark. However, he was kind of relieved in a way because Emma flirting was her usual behavior. Maybe they were both getting more comfortable with the situation at hand.

"I'm pretty sure that would make you a pyromaniac," Peter informed her and Emma shrugged.

"Not if Flash's house is the only one I'd get pleasure from burning down," Emma retorted and Peter chuckled, shaking his head in amusement at her.

They grew silent again.

Emma and Peter weren't sure how to start this which was weird because usually they had no problem with anything else. Her and Peter fooled around all the time but that was different because it always just happened in the moment. It was never planned like this was. Tuesday wasn't Peter and Emma's designated day for fooling around. There wasn't a designated day for any of it.

It just happened.

"You look really beautiful tonight," Peter started to say before he swallowed hard, wondering if maybe he said the wrong thing. "Not that you don't look beautiful all the time or that I think you have more value because of that but-"

"Peter," Emma interrupted, giving him a small smile and her eyes were suddenly filled with warmth. "Thank you."

"You put more make-up on," Peter observed after staring at her face for a moment. Emma's eyes widened and she blushed.

"No, I didn't," Emma immediately denied and Peter nodded, knowing that he was right.

"Yes, you did. Your make-up looks different than it did an hour ago," Peter told her and Emma looked embarrassed. Peter immediately felt guilty because he hadn't meant to make her feel bad.

"Whatever," She muttered and Peter feared that maybe he ruined everything.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you," Peter rambled, reaching for her hand and taking it in his own. "You didn't have to put more make-up on for me. Not that I'm saying that's why you wear make-up but I just want you to know that I think you look just as pretty without it."

"Peter, stop," Emma said, becoming more embarrassed the longer he went on about it but Peter just continued to ramble on. He always did that whenever he was happy or nervous about something. For some reason, Emma knew that he was probably both.

"Even that morning at the compound when you came out of your room and you hadn't brushed your hair yet and it was all tangled," Peter told her, smiling at her affectionately. "You ran back to your room because I saw your face without make-up but I thought you looked beautiful."

"You're not making this better," Emma grumbled and Peter started wondering how he was going to make this better.

"Look, I don't know how to do this and I'm scared of messing it up," Peter finally said when he realized that he still didn't know how to talk to girls even after all this time with Emma. This was still new to him in a way and not to mention that Emma was a very different kind of girl. He probably wouldn't ever figure out how to completely understand her.

"You're not messing it up," Emma said, feeling bad for making him think that he was. She gave him a small smile. "I don't really know why I fixed my make-up. I don't necessarily think it was just for you but I also wanted to…I don't know. It just makes me feel more comfortable, I guess."

"Your make-up?" Peter questioned and Emma nodded.

"I feel like people can see me without it," Emma said quietly, sharing something with Peter that she was even embarrassed to admit to herself. "Like, really see me. All the things I've seen and done. I don't really feel that way around you but I guess it's a force of habit."

"I never knew you felt that way," Peter said softly and Emma shrugged.

"It probably sounds really stupid," Emma said as she avoided Peter's gaze. Peter just shook his head.

"No, it doesn't," Peter told her comfortingly before his gaze softened and Emma looked back to meet his eyes. "And I really see you but I don't see what happened in your past. I see a girl who's like one of the smart people I've ever met. Like, you can have these super intellectual debates with Vision about Ernest Hemmingway and Edgar Allan Poe. You always win those debates too. You're also a huge Harry Potter nerd."

"I'm not a nerd. You're a nerd," Emma said immaturely and Peter playfully rolled his eyes.

"You took the Sorting Hat and the Patronus Charm quiz on Pottermore. I'm pretty sure that means you're a nerd," Peter retorted before continuing to go over all the reasons he loved Emma and ignoring how she pouted at him for calling her a nerd. "I also see a girl who can totally kick ass and you have a comeback for everything. You can bicker with Tony fucking Stark for hours and you always have the last word. He's no match for you."

"You're right about one thing," Emma admitted, already knowing that she always won when it came to insulting Tony.

"I see a girl who's the best artist in the entire world. You can draw or paint anything and it looks like a masterpiece," Peter praised and Emma wasn't sure she believed him about that. She was pretty sure Peter was just biased when it came to her. "You're fiercely protective of everyone you care about. I feel pity for the person who would ever lay a hand on your dad or Steve. Even Tony."

"Or you," Emma said softly and Peter gave her a small smile before continuing.

"You don't like anyone knowing it but I know you're kind too. I know that's why you went to the dance with Ned and why you risked your life to save that little boy on the ferry all those months ago," Peter told her sincerely and Emma looked at him in silence. "Mr. Stark also told me about how you used to sit in the lab with him after his and Pepper's break up because you didn't want him to be alone."

"I liked watching Tony wallowing in his own misery," Emma said nonchalantly as she tried to dismiss what her boyfriend was saying but Peter's smile didn't waver. He just shook his head at her.

"It's okay if you don't want anyone to know how kind you are because I know," Peter said, not letting Emma fool him for a moment. "I wouldn't have fallen in love with you if I didn't think you were a kind person."

"I really see you, Emma, and I hope someday you'll let other people see you too," Peter said, his gaze not faltering and Emma felt like she always did whenever he looked at her like that. She found that was even starting to believe him when he talked about her like that.

"I feel the same way about you," Emma said softly, feeling like she was being pulled into his warm brown eyes as they bore into her own. "I know I'm not as good at putting my feelings into words like you are but you're one of the best things that's ever happened to me. I also know MJ would get pissed at me for putting so much value in a man giving me happiness but it's nothing to do with that."

Emma took a deep breath before continuing.

"You're my best friend too and you've shown me that there's more to life than just superheroes and fighting," Emma told him, so much affection and love in her voice that Peter became lost entirely in her. Everything from her blue eyes, her smile, and the way she looked at him. "I'll never forget that. I'm so unbelievably happy. More happy than I've been in a-or maybe just more happy that I've ever been because I don't ever remember feeling happy like this. I have you and Papa. Steve left but we still keep in contact. I'm just getting at the fact that I don't feel sad anymore. I haven't in a while."

"I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy," Peter promised her and Emma didn't say it but her eyes told him she felt exactly the same. She wanted to spend the rest of her life making him happy too. Peter just smiled as he gently pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear and suddenly the conversation began to take a different turn. "Which is why I really want tonight to be perfect for you. I just don't really know how to…start this. I mean, I know how obviously and how everything works but…"

"You're just nervous?" Emma guessed and Peter smiled before nodding. She returned his smile with one of her own.

"I'm nervous too," Emma told him honestly and Peter felt comforted by the fact that he wasn't the only one who was nervous. "I don't really know how people start this either. In movies they seem to show a couple kissing and then it cuts to them having sex. What happens in between?"

"I noticed that too," Peter said, laughing nervously. "But maybe we don't have to do anything right away."

"What do you mean?" She asked him in confusion.

"Maybe we could just dance?" Peter suggested, gesturing to the music that was playing softly in the background.

"Dance?" Emma asked him and Peter nodded. He felt as though he and Emma easing their way into something more would make everything feel more comfortable.

"Yeah…if you want."

"Okay," Emma said, being more agreeable to dancing than Peter expected. He thought he would've had to talk her into it but Emma honestly didn't mind. She wanted to wait a little longer before they did anything. Why should they rush into it anyways? The night was still very young.

Peter continued to smile at her as he gently put his hands on her hips and Emma hesitantly placed her hands on his shoulders, never confident when it came to dancing. Dancing was probably something she was really bad at. Maybe she and Steve had more in common than she originally thought.

Angel, oh, oh, oh, oh

Knew you were special from the moment I saw you

I saw you, yeah

I said, angel, oh, oh, oh, oh

I feel you closer every time I call you

I call you

The song 'Angel' by the Weeknd came on in that second as if on cue. Emma almost laughed because she knew this was exactly what Peter would have on his playlist. He had a penchant for trying to put on songs by the Weeknd whenever they were fooling around in her room together because he seemed to think everyone had sex to the Weeknd's music.

"The Weeknd? Really, Peter?" Emma questioned, raising an eyebrow at him in amusement. Peter blushed.

"I like the Weeknd. What's wrong with the Weeknd?" Peter questioned and Emma laughed as they continued to sway side to side. So maybe it wasn't actually dancing but it was the only dancing either of them knew how to do.

"Nothing. I guess I should've known you'd curate a playlist of songs for us to have sex to," Emma teased him. "You're such a dork. Is Bruno Mars on that playlist too? Ed Sheeran? Beyoncé?"

"No," Peter told her firmly but hesitantly caved in a moment later. "But I might've put Ariana Grande, Rihanna, and Dua Lipa on there. Haim too."

Emma froze when he said the last artist. Peter immediately thought he might've said something wrong as Emma just stared silently at him. Peter was about to ask her what was wrong but she spoke before he could.

"You put Haim on our playlist?" Emma asked him quietly and Peter practically melted at the fact that she called it their playlist. Not his but theirs.

"They're your favorite band so of course I put them on our playlist," Peter said as if this was a logical explanation. Peter was about to say something else but she interrupted him by crashing her lips against his. Her hand wrapped around the back of his neck as she pulled him closer to her and Peter's grip tightened on her hips. Emma pulled away a second later to look up at him with a look full of adoration.

"I love you," Emma told him even though she probably told him that multiple times that night but they seemed to be the only words she could think of to express what she was feeling. Peter smiled at her, their faces mere inches away from each other. Their breathing was heavy as they gazed at each other and Peter felt like this was the moment.

The moment he had been thinking about for a long time.

"I love you too," He replied and Emma knotted her fingers in his shirt, looking at him with a confident look on her face.

"I'm ready now," Emma told him and Peter's heart was racing in his chest as he stared at her.

"Are you sure?" Peter asked her and Emma nodded, looking very sure of herself. Peter didn't know what to say to her. He seemed to be at a loss for words but he found he didn't have to speak as Emma's lips descended down against his again, pulling him in for another kiss.

'Cause all I see are wings

I can see your wings

But I know what I am, and the life I live

The life I live

And even though I sin

Baby we are gonna live

But I know, time will tell if we're meant for this, yeah

If we're meant for this

Peter and Emma's kiss grew more intense as they traveled to a world that was their own. The Avengers, Spider-Man, Viper, and even their friends outside were far from their minds. When they kissed before, it had been soft and sweet.

Almost innocent.

But the more they kissed, the more hungry the kisses felt. There was a lot of tension building up until this moment but it wasn't until now that they could really act on any of their emotions. There always seemed to be someone around. Someone to walk in on them and ground them but now there was no one around to do any of that.

It was just Emma and Peter alone.

Peter kissed Emma hungrily and she moaned into the kiss as he actually managed to pull her even closer to him. He felt warm against her but she felt warm too. Emma used to think that she couldn't get drunk but maybe she could because whenever Peter kissed her like this, she always felt intoxicated. She couldn't think about anything else but him.

It was all just Peter.

Their tongues battled for dominance as Peter slowly and almost clumsily backed Emma into the direction of the bed. He wasn't really looking where he was going because his eyes were closed and all he noticed was the way Emma felt against him.

They could've knocked into anything at that moment. Even the candles. Peter wouldn't have noticed if the entire house burned down around them. His spidey senses were always out of whack around her. Sometimes she calmed his spidey senses down but times like this, she just set everything on fire.

A small voice in the back of his mind was raving on and on that he was about to have sex but Peter tried to ignore it and stay focused on Emma. Peter thought he was amazing at daydreaming about Emma. The way she fit perfectly in his arms, the way the scent of her shampoo wafted through the air whenever she had just taken a shower, the green flecks in her ocean blue eyes, how her smile always sent his heart soaring, the way she tasted, and the way she moaned. The last two things were recent things he had discovered in the past couple months but everything else was familiar to him. However, there was no more need to daydream because the real thing was in his arms.

Peter broke away from her for a brief moment to glance down at her. Her skin was flushed and she was breathing heavy as she looked up at him, a bit bewildered that he had pulled away from her. She looked up at him with those blue eyes that always captivated him and Peter became a little too aware of the fact that his pants were suddenly tighter against him.

"Is something wrong?" Emma asked in confusion and that finally broke Peter out of his thoughts. He realized that he was driven stupid by the sight of her flushed skin and now swollen lips.

"No, I just-" Peter stopped, blushing as he tried to come up with a way ask this appropriately. "I was wondering if maybe…you would be okay with me taking that off."

He gestured to her romper and Emma realized he meant that he wanted to take the whole thing off her. It was actually really sweet of him to ask instead of just ripping it off her. Peter made it clear during all the times leading up to this moment that they needed to have boundaries. Mostly him just asking her permission for everything to make sure he always had her consent. Emma originally thought the whole thing was stupid and embarrassing but now she saw what he meant. He didn't want her to be scared. He just wanted to make sure she felt safe and comfortable.

"Yes," Emma answered him and Peter's eyes widened a bit as though he were surprised she said yes. She didn't know why since she wanted him to take a whole lot more off of her than just her romper. Emma wanted to take clothes off of him as well.

"Great, that's great," Peter said anxiously as he moved towards her, his hands on her shoulders as he stared at the confusing article of clothing she was wearing. He soon realized he had no idea how to take this thing off her. There was no zippers or buttons.

"Peter?" Emma said, capturing his attention.

"Hmmm," He murmured as he still stared at the romper, completely perplexed by it.

"Why are you just standing there?" She questioned and Peter blushed again, feeling embarrassed that he didn't even know how to take his girlfriend's clothes off.

"I don't know how I'm supposed to get this thing off," Peter finally said honestly. "Emma, there's no zippers or buttons. How do you go to the bathroom? Are you trapped in this thing?"

"Don't be silly," Emma told him and even though Peter was acting like a dork, she felt a little less nervous about what was happening. His dorkiness seemed to be the antidote for any weirdness before sex. "It's not that complicated, Peter."

The blonde then reached for the thin straps of the romper and gently pulled them down. Peter began to get the idea, feeling stupid for thinking of the romper as some sort of complicated math equation, and he pulled the romper down the rest of the way. The confusing article of clothing fell down and pooled down at her feet on the ground. Emma shakily stepped out of the romper, her heart racing in her chest as she tried to lock eyes with Peter but his gaze was no longer on her face.

Peter's gaze fell down to her scantily dressed self. He had gotten glimpses of her bare skin before when they were fooling around or when she quickly got redressed soon after but he never saw her like this. Emma standing in front of him in her bra and panties of which were a matching set. A powder blue color and primarily lace. Peter felt his mind go blank and he couldn't tear his gaze away from her.

"Peter?" Emma questioned after an awkward moment of silence and watching Peter gawk at her. Although she blushing under his gaze, she couldn't help feel a little proud that she got that kind of reaction out of her boyfriend. She supposed she was right to go shopping with Darcy last weekend.

"Those are v-very pretty," Peter complimented her after he broke out of his stupor. He then internally winced at himself because he probably sounded stupid. Peter honestly wouldn't be surprised if he was drooling at this point.

"Thanks. They're new," Emma told him, not knowing how to respond to his awkward compliment. Peter finally looked back up at her, his eyebrows raised.

"A-Are they um…are they for me?" Peter stuttered and he was already afraid to know the answer to that question because he could feel his erection throbbing. Emma shrugged.

"They're for tonight if that's what you mean," She answered coyly and Peter swallowed hard. Emma looked up at him, her eyes searching his as she wondered what Peter had planned next. Usually she would take initiative but during a rare moment in her life, Emma felt unsure of what the next step was.

Did he take his clothes off now too?

Were they supposed to get in bed next?

Or maybe they just stood there and stared at each other like they were doing now. Emma also wondered if they were supposed to have sex over the covers or under. People in movies were always under the covers but Emma just assumed that was because the actors had a no nudity clause but this was real life. There was no nudity clauses involved.

Emma's questions were answered in the next moment when he seemingly took the lead and placed his hands back on her hips but only this time she was more naked. She was also pretty sure they weren't going to dance this time either even though the Weeknd's music was still going on strong in the background.

Peter slowly, but more certainly this time, backed her into the bed until the back of her legs hit it. She sat down quietly as she watched him, wondering what would happen next but her thoughts were interrupted as Peter leaned down to kiss her. She laid back against the blankets he brought from home and Peter positioned himself over her.

It didn't feel awkward or rushed like she thought it would. Somehow it all felt right in that moment as he maneuvered over her and she made room for him in between her legs. As they both got more comfortable, their intense kissing resumed from earlier. Her hand on the back of his neck guided him closer to her and Peter put all his weight onto his arm as he became lost in Emma.

As time went on, their kisses become looser and more desperate. Emma's fingers knotted in Peter's hair, causing him to groan as he pressed himself closer against her looking for sort of relief. There was a thin barrier between them. Just her underwear and his pants but he wanted even less.

When they came up for air a second later, Emma tugged on the edge of Peter's shirt and he immediately knew what she wanted. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head and discarded it, quickly throwing it across the room. Emma froze when he did that and Peter looked down at her in concern, afraid that he scared her or that he was hurting her.

"What is it?" Peter questioned, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath but his brown eyes were full of concern. Emma blushed again.

"Nothing. It was just kind of hot," Emma admitted much to Peter's bewilderment. "You throwing your shirt like that."

"I doubt it but okay," Peter said, suddenly a bit shy. However, he didn't feel like arguing with Emma about her imagining how hot he actually wasn't. She sat up from her position on the bed and her hands immediately went to his belt, causing him to gasp in surprise as she unbuckled the belt. He realized that she was trying to help him out of his pants which meant that they were really moving this thing along.

Peter quickly stepped back off the bed, unzipping his jeans, before pulling them down. He kind of tripped in all his eagerness as he stumbled to step out of them. His face flushed red in embarrassment. When he imagined this moment, he was always very smooth. If there was a way dream Peter took off his pants for dream Emma, it was probably in a sexy way. Not in an awkward, klutzy way.

Emma didn't laugh at him but she looked amused. He was grateful she didn't laugh because he wasn't sure how his ego would take her laughing at him in a time where he wearing nothing but his boxers, the bulge in them clearly on display for her to see. Peter didn't need her laughing at him during a time like that.

"Very smooth, Parker," Emma couldn't help but tease and Peter glared playfully at her.

"Joke's on you. I planned to do that all along," Peter joked and Emma rolled her eyes but she smiled at him nonetheless, admiring Peter in all his glory. From his hair all disheveled, from the way he hurried took his shirt off and her fingers tangling in it, to his defined muscles she used to secretly admire during gym class before they started dating but now got to see all the time. Emma used to roll her eyes at Darcy's stupidity whenever the older woman went on about how she'd lust over a man's v-line all day. Emma now understood Darcy's sentiment about the so called male v-line as her eyes drifted down further south of Peter's body.

"You're a dork," Emma told him and Peter managed to actually smirk at her, further proving the fact that he could pull off being smug better than she ever thought.

"Really? I'm a dork?" Peter flirted with her as he got back on the bed and Emma took that as a cue to lay back down. He moved over her like before and she felt short of breath as he looked down at her like that. His eyes were dilated, dark with lust. She was struggling to think of a retort for his remark because she was sure her eyes were similar at this point.

"A fuckable dork but still a dork," Emma finally managed to say and Peter didn't respond to her with words. He responded by resuming kissing her. This time it felt different because there wasn't as many clothes between them. Her eyes fluttered shut as she knotted her fingers through his brown hair again, wanting him to be even closer to her.

Their kisses soon became quicker and harder, more desperate as they both were eager to progress this night to a place they had never gone before. When Emma nipped his bottom lip, Peter lost restraint and quickly turned his attention to her neck. He began to lead a trail of kisses along the expanse of her neck, sucking on that one particular spot on her neck that he knew drove her crazy.

Peter then started turning his attention elsewhere.

Peter planted kisses on the top of her breasts, causing Emma to gasp at the new sensation. Well, this was new. Not that she and Peter never fooled around but they never really took the time to explore each other's bodies. There wasn't time and most of the time they just wanted to get off but this was really nice. Peter's other hand palmed her other breast and Emma suddenly want to be rid of more of her annoying clothes which only seemed to be getting in the way at this point.

"I'm going to take this off," Peter told her and Emma only nodded hurriedly, not capable of thinking of anything else to say. She sucked in a breath as he reached around her to undo the clasp of her bra but a few seconds passed and he seemed to still be working on it. Peter looked to be in deep concentration as he kept trying to remove the bra but it wasn't working.

"I think your bra's broken," Peter told her, looking a little frustrated. He wondered if Emma would be okay with him ripping it off. He would rip it off in a heartbeat in a life threatening situation. This was sort of a life threatening situation. Her bra was trying to trap her and maybe it was even super uncomfortable for her. Peter was only thinking of her well-being, of course.

"It's not broken. You'll get used to it," Emma told him as she reached behind her and undid the clasp on her bra like it was nothing. Peter got a bit excited at that.

"Used to it?" Peter asked her and Emma giggled at the look on his face. He looked like he just got told he won the lottery. What a dork. "You don't know how happy you've just made me. I'm probably the happiest man on the planet right now."

"Happy because of you taking off my bra or happy because of us having sex?" Emma asked him.

"Both, of course," Peter answered seriously.

"If that's what makes you happy, I already know what I'm getting you for your birthday," Emma told him and a goofy grin crossed his face.

"I didn't even think about sex as a birthday present," Peter said excitedly, already looking forward to his birthday. "But yes. It'll probably be my best birthday ever."

However, the grin slowly faded from his face as Emma's bra straps starting falling down her shoulders. Peter grew very still as he hesitantly but carefully took her bra off the rest of the way. He didn't really know what he did with the bra after that. Peter couldn't remember if he threw it across the room like his discarded t-shirt or if he just simply dropped it on the floor next to the bed.

Peter did know that he probably stared at his girlfriend's boobs for way too long.

He had felt them plenty of times but it was his first time seeing them. It was his first time seeing any boobs, actually. He had seen them on tv or in porn like most teenagers his age but he had never seen them in real life before.

Emma blushed under her boyfriend's gaze which was currently glued to her chest. She fidgeted under his gaze, wondering if maybe he was disappointed. However, her mind was changed a moment later when he reached a hand out and cupped her bare breast in his hand. His eyes met hers and there was a silent question in his brown eyes. He was asking her if this was okay and she nodded quickly, urging him with her eyes to continue so Peter started to experiment more. He already knew how she liked to be touched but it was a bit different with no clothes on.

Emma gasped as he leaned down and returned his attention to her breasts, pressing kisses to the top of them once more. She then felt his tongue swirl around her nipple before taking it into his mouth. His other hand paid attention to her other breast as Emma's head fell back from the new and incredible sensation, her hair splaying across the pillow. Emma fingers gripped his hair tightly as she held him there against her chest and Peter moaned against her breast. Emma felt a heat pooling in her stomach as he continued his ministrations.

"Peter," Emma murmured and it was half way between moaning and calling his name. Peter's head rose up from her chest, locking eyes with her and his eyes were blown wide with so much lust that it made Emma swallow hard.

"I need you," Emma told him, her voice desperate and her face flushed. Peter stared at her for a moment as he tried to gather his thoughts. He nodded.

"Okay but I just…" Peter tried to speak coherently but it was sort of difficult when Emma was naked in front of him. "I just want for you to be ready first. I don't want to hurt you."

Emma didn't know what he meant at first until his finger moved down to the hem of her underwear which was probably damp at this point. He looked at her almost shyly, telling her with his eyes what he wanted to do but also asking permission. This wasn't the first time Peter had done this but he never failed to ask permission before each time.

"Is this okay?" Peter asked her softly. It was something he asked her often and it wasn't always about sex. It was just something he asked her to make sure she was comfortable no matter the scenario.

"Yes," She confirmed and Peter took a deep breath before sliding her underwear down, reaching down and removing it completely from her. He took a short moment to admire Emma in her complete nakedness. He wanted to tell her she looked beautiful but she warned him of a few things that might trigger memories of her rape and that was one of them. Peter knew he would just have to show her how beautiful he thought she was.

He kissed her shoulder lovingly before his hand trailed down, sliding in between her legs. He groaned as he felt her wetness coating his fingers. Peter never ceased to feel a surge pride wash over him whenever he touched her like this because he knew he was the one making her feel like this. Peter really wanted to taste her but he didn't think he could survive much more foreplay with the anticipation of what would next coming to mind.

Peter started rubbing small circles on her clit and Emma moaned softly. During the past couple months, they learned a lot about each other and what they both liked. Peter seemed to have saved this to memory. Emma really wanted more but it was always wanting more with Peter. It hit her in that second that she was finally going to have more with Peter.

His fingers moved faster against her as he continued to rub and Emma bit her lip, trying not to moan too loudly. She knew she'd never hear the end of it if Michelle overheard her. Peter then slipped a single digit into her, moving slowly and carefully so he wouldn't hurt her. She grabbed his arm tightly, her fingernails digging into his skin, when he started to bend his finger before easing it in and out of her.

"Peter," She cried and Peter felt himself painfully hard against her, rubbing himself against her hip in an attempt to get some relief.

"More?" He panted. She nodded furiously and he carefully slipped another finger into her. Emma always felt like an impending orgasm was like a rollercoaster. She could feel herself getting higher and higher until that point where she reached the top and it was like an incredible fireworks kind of feeling before coming down from it. Right now, Emma felt herself getting closer and closer to that point. Especially when Peter's thumb started rubbing against her clit again.

"Peter, I'm close," She told him and he suddenly stopped much to Emma's shock and disappointment. Emma looked up at him, desperately searching his eyes for an answer.

"Why did you stop?" She almost whined as he slipped his fingers out of her. Peter blushed, swallowing hard as he looked down at her. Her hair was splayed across the pillow, her face flushed red, and her eyes wide with desire. Emma didn't just look beautiful in that moment but she looked enchanting too. It was only starting to dawn on Peter that she was all for him. She, for some strange reason, wanted him and Peter was still in disbelief over his luck.

"I want you to when I'm…" Peter tried to think of words to describe what he wanted. "When I'm in you."

"Oh…" Emma trailed off and Peter locked eyes with her. "I want that too."

"Are you ready?" Peter asked her softly and Emma nodded because she never felt more ready than in that moment. This was something she had wanted for a while now and it never felt more right until now.

"Yes." Emma said, sounding completely sure of herself and Peter took a deep breath before he started discarding his boxers. He annoyingly struggled a little as he fought to get them off from around his ankles but he finally succeeded. Peter turned back to notice that he had Emma's complete attention.

Her gaze traveled further south until she stopped at his throbbing member. He blushed even though he didn't know why. She had seen his penis before but he didn't think he had been entirely naked in front of her before like this and it was definitely something new.

"Do you have a condom?" Emma asked him as her eyes darted back to his face a moment later. Her words didn't compute for Peter until a second later when his brain made the connection.

Condoms…sex.

"Yeah, I left them on the nightstand," Peter told her before quickly leaning over and grabbing the box of condoms. They weren't condoms he had purchased himself but instead Peter had walked into his room at the compound a couple weekends ago and found them sitting there on his bed with a note attached.

'No Spider Viper babies please'

-TS

It seemed like Mr. Stark didn't trust that he would remember to buy his own condoms. The gesture was both nice and weird at the same time. Peter chose not to tell Emma that Tony had gotten them condoms because he knew that it would kill the mood. He hurriedly opened the box, his hands shaking from the anticipation. His hand rifled through the box before he quickly pulled out a thin square containing the condom.

The teenage boy carelessly threw the box away from him and moved back over to the bed. He paused as he remembered that he actually had to put the condom on. He tore the wrapper away with shaky hands, pulling the condom out before staring at it and trying to recall what Coach Wilson taught them in Sex Ed with the cucumber demonstration.

"Are you having trouble?" Emma asked him with a raised eyebrow as she watched him struggle to put the condom on. Peter blushed because this wasn't going as smoothly as he planned.

"No," Peter denied and Emma was starting to get a little impatient because she wanted him now. Growing tired of waiting, Emma sat up and helped him. She took the condom and slowly rolled it up his length and Peter shivered from her hand gripping him as she slipped the condom on.

"Fuck, Emma," Peter groaned, trying to maintain some amount of control. Emma surprisingly didn't smirk at him like she usually did whenever she teased him. She wasn't really in the teasing mood anymore.

She just wanted Peter.

"I didn't think it was possible to get more turned on until you swore just now," Emma told him and anyone might've thought she actually was teasing him in that moment but she was actually being completely serious. Whenever Peter swore it was a huge turn on for her. Probably because he rarely ever swore.

"I didn't really think it was possible for you to get wetter than when I touched you just now," Peter said a bit smugly as he climbed over her and Emma opened her legs up for him, making more room for him in between her legs. She blushed a lovely shade of red from his comment.

"I've finally corrupted you, haven't I?" Emma asked him, trying not to let his words arouse her even more than she already was.

"Yeah but I don't really mind," Peter said, giving her that warm teasing smile of his that always sent her heart soaring. He then leaned down and kissed her slowly. The kiss didn't feel sexual or passionate, it was slow and sweet. The kiss was a promise. Despite his suggestive remark from a second ago, Peter was promising to be gentle with her and patient. It was more than what she had ever asked for.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Peter asked her for probably the fifth time that night. Emma just gave him a small smile before nodding.

"I'm one hundred percent sure, Peter," Emma told him, sounding certain. His gaze softened as he looked down at her.

"If you ever want to stop then just tell me and I will," Peter told her and she knew a part of him was worried despite how excited he was for this. They talked a lot about boundaries during the past couple months. Peter was worried about triggering flashbacks about her rape but the thing was that Emma didn't feel scared. This didn't feel like the same thing whatsoever. Maybe because this was her choice but Emma didn't even relate what happened in the past to this moment.

"Okay," She told him softly and Peter smiled at her again before leaning down to kiss her.

This time the kisses were full of longing which quickly built to a raw intensity that caused Emma to tangle her fingers in his hair again which seemed to be her favorite thing to do tonight. They both gasped when her breasts brushed against his chest and that seemed to feed into their hunger for each other.

Peter then broke away from her lips and started to lead a trail of kisses down her neck, taking his time despite the overwhelming need he had for her, before finally ending at her breasts as he seemed quite content with taking one of them in his mouth while cradling the other one in his hand. She moaned with need as Peter gently bit down on her nipple and suddenly she really needed more.

"Peter, I…" Emma trailed off, not sure how tell him how much she wanted him and how much she was ready. Peter pulled away from her neck to look down at her. Her face was flushed which looked lovely against her otherwise pale skin. Her blue eyes locked onto his face, her gaze not leaving him.

Peter swallowed hard before nodding.

Okay…so he was going to do this. He and Emma were finally doing this. Peter told himself to be cool and not freak Emma out even though inside his head he was jumping up and down with joy. Peter then gripped his length with his hand and slowly started guiding himself into Emma.

Emma tensed up as Peter slowly eased himself into her. Not because she was in pain or anything but it just felt different. She didn't really know how to describe the feeling other than the fact that it felt different.

Peter forced himself not to moan at the new sensation that washed over him. He always read about how good sex was supposed to feel and he saw stuff in movies but he never knew that it felt this good. Peter hadn't even really moved yet and he was overcome with all these new euphoric feelings. Maybe this was why people had sex all the time. If it felt this good and it was only the beginning then he could definitely see himself wanting more.

Peter carefully eased into her until he was completely buried inside her and only then did he stop to look down and check on Emma who lying beneath him. He wanted to moan yet again at the way she felt around him and he also had the urge to start moving but he retained his self-control because he needed to make sure she was okay. His brown eyes looked down at her in concern.

"Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?" Peter asked her and Emma shook her head.

"No, it doesn't hurt but I…" Emma trailed off as she tried to find the words to convey how she was feeling. "I think I just need a couple seconds to adjust to your um…your size."

"Oh, okay," Peter said, willing to do anything to make this more comfortable for Emma.

Emma didn't think Peter was a scary big size. Not that she had a lot to compare him to. She just thought that he was bigger than average but thankfully not Thor huge. While it definitely wasn't Thor sized, Emma still needed some time to adjust to it.

"Can you just kiss me in the meantime?" Emma asked him and Peter nodded. Otherwise, Emma would've felt awkward just laying there as Peter waited for her to tell him it was okay to move.

He happily leaned down and captured her lips in a gentle kiss. She quite contently kissed him back as she tried not to think too hard about the situation at hand. At the fact that she and Peter were having sex which was crazy because even though they talked about it a lot in the past, it was finally happening.

"You can move now," Emma told him almost shyly once she pulled her face away to look up at him with eyes filled with certainty. Peter felt his heart leap out of his chest before he nodded and started doing what she said.

As he started moving, his thrusts were slow and a little unsure because he was only sixteen and this was his first time ever having sex. Every single thing he did was filled with uncertainty. Emma still seemed a bit tense so he was assuming she was still adjusting.

Emma started to worry that maybe she wouldn't find sex pleasurable. Maybe she was screwed up for life and she wouldn't be able to have something like this with Peter. However, before she could overthink it anymore, one of Peter's thrusts was a little deeper than before and she gasped.

Peter stopped what he was doing and looked at her worriedly.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Peter asked her in a panic and it seemed he was asking her that a lot tonight. Emma furiously shook her head, blushing as she looked up at him.

"No, it um…" She suddenly felt embarrassed but said it anyways. "It felt good."

"Oh," Peter said as he started thinking and then he started moving again. As he set them at a set pace, Peter managed to thrust a couple times deeper and marveled at the expression on Emma's face when he did so. Her breathing became sharper and she dug her fingernails into his skin, her hands on his back trying to clutch him closer to her.

Emma started finally understanding what all the fuss surrounding sex was about. She was feeling increasingly hotter by the second as Peter slid in and out of her. There was a tightness in her stomach and she felt intoxicated on all these new feelings. She didn't know if it was because of Peter moving or if it was the look on his face or the moaning of her name when he buried himself deep inside her.

Peter made one of those deep thrusts that really drove Emma crazy and she bucked her hips against his, causing them both to moan. From then on, their hips seemed to move in a rhythm of their own. It was kind of sloppy and awkward but it seemed to do the trick for the both of them as Emma started getting that rollercoaster feeling again, she thought the foreplay from earlier definitely helped, and Peter was struggling not to let go right then.

He kissed her sloppily in the midst of their hips moving frantically against each other while they both chased their release. When he pulled away, Peter slightly changed angles and Emma inhaled sharply at how different it felt but a good different. Peter so badly wanted to lean down and bury his face in her neck, losing himself in the sweet scent of her hair and all the sounds she was making but he didn't because he knew he wanted to see her face when she became undone.

"A-Are you close?" He panted as he stared down at her and Emma nodded.

"Y-Yes," Her voice shaky and it was true. The feeling was building again and Emma felt herself getting higher and higher. She wasn't quite at the top yet but she was close to the top.

"What do you want me to do?" Peter asked her, eyes filled with desperation as he sought to make sure she got her release because Peter knew he was close to getting his.

"More," She told him and it was the only suggestion she made but Peter knew what she meant. His thrusts grew deeper again, one after the other, and Emma fought hard not to moan. She was very self-conscious of herself all of a sudden.

"Please don't hide from me," Peter whispered to her as he moved. "I-I want to hear you."

Emma didn't restrain herself to be quiet after Peter's pleading. Just when she wondered if she would ever get there because she felt like she was on the edge for so long, Peter pulled all the way out and then drew all the way back in with one sharp thrust.

Emma cried his name.

There was something about the blissful look on her face mixed with the way she moaned his name and the way she clenched around him that sent Peter over the edge after her. His thrusts became sloppy and erratic as he released into the condom, moaning softly as he buried his face in Emma's neck. He slumped over her, feeling empty but it was a good sort of empty. An empty that filled him with bliss and sent him flying to cloud nine heights.

The only sound in room was their breathing after that which sounded louder than ever. Emma stroked the back of his neck gently as he remained on top of her, limp and unable to move. She felt unable to move too. Her legs felt quite a bit like jelly, actually.

Peter finally managed to gather his bearings and pull himself out of her before plopping down next to her on the bed. He pulled his condom off before tying it off and throwing in the trash can next to the bed. Emma flinched a little when he pulled out because she still felt very sensitive down there but the feeling passed a second later as she turned to look at Peter. Neither teenager knew what to say to the other as they just laid there in silence.

"Did I crush you? Sorry, I didn't mean to just fall on top of you like that," Peter apologized, breaking the silence. Emma shook her head and smiled.

"No, I'm fine," She told him and Peter looked over at her in worry.

"But I didn't hurt you when we were…" Peter trailed off as he was still in disbelief after the fact that he and Emma just had sex.

"Peter, you don't have to worry. I'm not hurt," Emma told him sincerely. "I feel like I can't move but in a good way. Not a bad way."

"That's good," Peter said a bit awkwardly, relieved that he hadn't hurt Emma. He knew he was stronger than her and it would be so easy to lose control but he was happy that she was okay. Emma moved to rest on her side as she seemed to regain some of her confidence.

"Can you believe we just had sex to the Weeknd?" Emma teasingly asked him and Peter laughed. The awkwardness of post sex seemed to fade with Emma's remark and Peter shook his head, his brown eyes lighting up with happiness as he looked at her.

"I just can't believe we had sex," Peter said excitedly, his mind blown over what happened. "I take everything I ever said before back. This is the best night of my entire life."

Emma glanced at the clock on the bedside table.

"Peter, it was six minutes," Emma told him but Peter's happiness was unwavering. "We had sex during 'I Feel It Coming' and 'Die For You'. The second song hadn't even finished yet. The foreplay was actually longer."

"Well, it was the best six minutes of my life," Peter told her and Emma giggled. He reached over and pulled her into his arms, her bare flesh resting against his bare flesh. Peter kissed her softly and she sighed contently into the kiss.

"Tonight was perfect," She told him softly when they finally pulled apart, choosing to remain in Peter's arms and just exist next to him. Peter looked at her with a shy look on his face.

"Really?" He asked her and Emma nodded.

"It was more than I imagined," Emma assured him and Peter felt that she was being honest with him.

"It was like that for me too," Peter replied.

"I thought it would hurt more but it didn't really hurt at all," Emma said thoughtfully as she considered everything that happened tonight. "I liked it but I…"

"But what?" Peter asked worriedly, suddenly terrified that something was wrong. Emma's eyes locked with his and she suddenly looked very regretful.

"I wish you were my first," Emma said quietly as she quickly looked away from him. Her expression was sad because something got stolen away from her years ago. Something she wanted more than anything to give to him but couldn't. Peter shook his head and cupped her face with his hand, forcing her to look at him, with a determined look in his eyes.

"I am your first," Peter told her adamantly. "And hopefully your last if I get my way."

"But what about-" Emma started too argue but Peter shook his head.

"It wasn't your first time because you never consented," Peter interrupted and he was determined to make Emma understand this. "This is your first time because it was your decision."

"Thank you," Emma told him, wondering what she ever did to deserve him.

"You don't have to thank me," Peter said to her. "I'm just being your boyfriend."

"Well, you're a really nice boyfriend," Emma said, giving him a flirty smile as she felt a million times better than before. Peter was right. This was her first time and nothing would ever change that. "You've actually been a nice boyfriend all night."

"You really think so?" Peter flirted back and Emma nodded.

"Definitely," Emma confirmed before her eyes sparkled with mischief. "And I fully plan on being your last but I better be your only too."

"As long as you'll have me," Peter promised her before an idea popped into his head and he suddenly looked shy again. He wasn't sure what Emma's answer would be to this. "Hey, do you think that you might want to go again?"

"You want to have sex again?" Emma questioned and Peter blushed before nodding.

"Only if you want to though," Peter said quickly. "We still have the rest of the playlist I made to set the mood."

"To set the mood? You're so fucking cheesy, Parker," Emma said as she playfully rolled her eyes at him. Peter was afraid she was turning him down but he was relieved a moment later when she smiled at him. "But yeah. I could go for more sex. We need to make up for all that time we weren't having sex which seems like a hundred years ago now."

"Great!" Peter said a bit too enthusiastically and he blushed as a result of his unexpected enthusiasm. "I mean, good. Let's um…get started then. I don't actually know how we start this all over again but I think-"

Peter was interrupted by his girlfriend attacking him with a kiss, grabbing his face with her hands forcefully and Peter moaned into the unexpected kiss. It seemed like moving on to round two wasn't as difficult as Peter originally thought. It was starting to get really late and everyone else from outside was heading inside to get some sleep but Emma and Peter's plans didn't involve much sleep that night.

This was why Michelle, Ned, and Betty camped out in the living room and never returned upstairs.

---

Emma woke up to soft kisses pressed against her bare shoulder.

Sunlight was streaming in from the windows, peeking in through the curtains just like the morning before. Only this time Peter didn't have a killer hangover.

Everything was perfect this time around.

Serene and special.

It was perhaps the first time Emma ever felt like calling herself a morning person.

Emma almost forgot where she was until all the memories from last night came flooding back. She felt a bit shy when she remembered everything she and Peter had done the night before. After their first time together, they had sex two more times after that and thankfully the next two times weren't nearly as awkward as the first. It seemed like more the night went on, the more comfortable they became with each other. All in all, it was a night that Emma didn't want to forget any time soon.

"Morning," Peter happily said, her back against his chest as they spooned. Emma turned around in bed to face Peter.

He gave her that favorite goofy grin of his that she loved so much and Emma took in his appearance. He seemed to have an almost glow about him which Emma attributed to being a post sex kind of look. The same thing went for his hair which was all disheveled and Emma realized what characters in movies and books she read were talking about when they talked about sex hair. Strangely but also not strangely enough, Emma realized that Peter looked beautiful like this. She always knew he was attractive obviously but this was different from that. The glow he had combined with his sex hair and the still sleepy look on his face made him look overwhelmingly beautiful to Emma.

"Morning," Emma said softly and she noticed how Peter's gaze traveled to her chest. She was confused at first until she realized that the comforter had fallen off of her in the midst of her moving around in bed. Emma blushed at how Peter was staring at her exposed breasts and immediately grabbed the comforter to cover herself up.

"No, please don't," Peter pleaded as he stopped her from pulling the comforter back up. "I didn't mean to stare but you're so beautiful and this is still new to me. I wish I was an artist like you so I could draw you and never forget how you look. Last night still feels like a dream."

"Thank you. I think you look really beautiful too," Emma said shyly even though she didn't know why she was being so shy and weird about this. Peter had seen her naked last night so it didn't make sense that she was so awkward about it now. She supposed it was because she had been distracted last night that she hadn't really cared but now she was thinking more clearly which meant overthinking. "I don't know why I'm being silly about this. We saw each other naked last night and not to mention we had sex. I'm being ridiculous."

"You're not being ridiculous," Peter told her, wanting to assure her that he didn't think she was being silly. "We're in a different and new place. It'll take some getting used to. I just want you to know that I don't mind you not wearing clothes when I'm around. In fact, I think I prefer you not wearing any clothes."

Emma felt taken back by the confidence that abruptly came over Peter as he unabashedly flirted with her. She then started to wonder if men developed a new and immediate sort of confidence after having sex for the first time. The more she and Peter became intimate with each other, the more Peter seemed to become confident in the certain skills he had developed in the bedroom over time. Emma started to wonder if she should become used to an even cockier Peter after last night. Probably but Emma didn't think she minded that one bit.

She liked it when Peter flirted with her. Not that she didn't think it was adorable whenever he blushed and grew quiet when she flirted with him but sometimes she liked it when he flirted back.

"Sex has made you really arrogant, Parker," Emma told him although she wasn't really bothered by his flirting. Peter looked entirely unashamed.

"Well, I have a lot to feel arrogant over," Peter continued to flirt, referring to the fact that Emma was naked in his bed. He still couldn't believe it. "God, last night was amazing by the way. I can't stop thinking about it."

"Me either," Emma told him with a small smile on her face and Peter had to admit how nice it was to see Emma like this after the night they just had. Waking up to her in his arms was a nice start to his morning. The soft pattern of her breathing while she slept and Peter waking her up with kisses pressed against her bare skin was a little more than nice too.

"Did you enjoy last night?" Peter asked her but there was no trace of cockiness this time. He seemed almost nervous as he looked at her questioningly. Emma just smiled before timidly nodding.

"I did. It was amazing," Emma told him, not wanting to go into details about all the things she liked. She didn't really know how to casually talk about that stuff yet. Nothing usually phased Emma but this was a whole new world to her. Sex with her boyfriend was still something she had to have some time with before casually talking about it.

"Because you can tell me if you didn't. I'd totally understand," Peter told her because even though that probably would've hurt his feelings, he just wanted them to be honest when it came to boundaries like this. He knew that this was even a bigger deal for Emma than it was for him. Peter needed her to tell him if she was having regrets about last night.

However, Emma just smiled at him before leaning over and pressing her lips against his. This reassured Peter in an instant. She pulled away and Peter could feel a smile begin to pull at his lips.

"Peter, I loved every part of last night," Emma told him sincerely.

"Even my playlist of Weeknd songs?" He asked her jokingly and Emma laughed.

"Yes, even your super corny playlist," Emma promised him before her gaze softened. "I loved all of it. So much that I'd like for us to have sex again."

"Really? When?" Peter questioned quickly and Emma laughed again but this time at her boyfriend's eagerness.

"I don't know, you dork. Whenever we have a moment to ourselves," Emma told him and Peter felt elated at this news. He knew that he enjoyed himself last night but he was very worried whether or not Emma had enjoyed herself too but now he was relieved to know that she did.

"I can't wait," Peter said, sighing contently as he was already looking forward to the next time they had sex. Hopefully really soon. "I'm just sad that we have to leave today. I wish we could stay here forever. It's nice when it's you and me. No one else."

"I know but someday when we're older it'll always be like this," Emma promised him, a hint of a smile on her face."We'll live together somewhere and we can always be alone whenever we want."

"We can be married and have kids too," Peter added, trying to sneak in his hopes and dreams with Emma's. The blonde rolled her eyes.

"You do know people with kids never have sex, right? Everyone knows that, Peter," Emma told her boyfriend seriously and Peter gave her a sheepish smile. "My father has me and he hasn't had sex since 1945."

"Well, we'd be different," Peter told her and he knew he would still have a lot of convincing to do before he got Emma to agree to marry him. Convincing her to marry him someday was the first step. After they were married, it would be easier to bring up the kids conversation and maybe Emma would actually want kids by then.

"Let's not talk about our nonexistent children, Parker," Emma mumbled as she snuggled against him. "I just want to enjoy this while it lasts because we have to leave in a couple hours and then it's back to the compound for us."

Peter wrapped his arm around her as he pulled her close to him. He thought he might've even enjoyed naked cuddling a lot more than normal cuddling. However, after a moment of laying there with Peter in silence, Emma become more than aware of something throbbing against her stomach. Her eyes shot open and she looked up at Peter.

"Peter?"

"Yes?"

"I can feel your hard-on against my stomach," Emma told him bluntly and Peter immediately blushed. He was hoping that Emma wouldn't notice. "It's kind of distracting."

"Oh, sorry. It's just that it's the morning and you're very naked and I also saw your boobs so I-" He started to ramble but Emma stopped him.

"Do want to have sex again now?" Emma blurted out as a blush quickly came over her own face. She couldn't believe she actually asked him that. Peter stared at her in bewilderment, freezing for a second, before he responded.

"You mean like morning sex?" Peter asked even though deep down he thought Emma's question was insane. Of course, he wanted to have sex again. Peter actually didn't think he'd ever say no to sex.

"If you want," Emma told him and Peter immediately crashed his lips down against hers, holding her face close to his. Emma giggled against his lips before melting into the kiss. Peter held her more securely to him as the kiss deepened. The covers fell off them as Peter then grabbed her by the waist and moved her on top of him. She felt breathless at the ease in which he moved her. Almost like she weighed nothing at all.

"M-Maybe you could be on top this time?" Peter nervously asked her and Emma looked down at him in surprise. "If you're comfortable with that, I mean."

Emma noticed that Peter started second guessing himself like he always did so she decided to reassure him. She leaned down and softly kissed him. Emma honestly felt a bit nervous because she felt like being on top would make Peter be able to see more of her. She felt more exposed this way. Little did she know that was exactly why Peter wanted her on top.

"Okay," Emma told him softly as she pulled away.

"Okay?" He questioned and Emma nodded.

"I want to," She told him and Peter swallowed hard as he stared up at her. He was able to see her better in the light than he had last night through the dimly lit room. Peter was driven breathless at how beautiful she looked with the sun giving her blonde hair an otherworldly kind of glow as well as the fact that she was naked on top of him. He could hardly believe any of this was real.

"Okay, cool. That's um…great," Peter said awkwardly and Emma just stared at him expectantly.

"Condom?" Emma said and Peter gave her a confused look.

"What?"

"Aren't you going to get a condom?" Emma asked him. "I don't want to have your little mini spider-twerps and Steve told me how easy it is for me to get pregnant."

"Right, a condom," Peter said, trying to think clearly but it was more and more difficult to think with Emma on top of him. He quickly grabbed a condom from the box sitting on the nightstand. It was only then that his mind processed the second part of that sentence. "Wait…what do you mean you can get pregnant easily?"

"Just put the condom on, Parker," Emma said impatiently and Peter complied, pulling the condom over his length. He then paused for a moment and looked back up at her.

"Emma, wait," Peter said and Emma looked at him questioningly, wondering if he didn't want to do this, after all.

"What?" Emma asked and Peter gave her soft smile.

"I love you," Peter told her, his voice full of adoration as he looked up at her. Emma blushed and smiled.

"I know," Emma told him and Peter laid back as he watched her maneuver over him, gripping his length before sinking down. When she did Peter was left with an almost euphoric feeling, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he moaned softly.

She just quoted Star Wars to him right before she did…that.

Peter wanted this to never end.

---

After having a round of morning sex, showering, and getting dressed, Emma and Peter made their way downstairs. Peter and Emma tried not to get too distracted in the shower since it wasn't like they could dedicate the entire day to sex. The shower was actually very nice and sweet. Peter had been very caring and gentle when washing her hair, using the shampoo she so often used as he lathered up her hair.

There wasn't really anything sexual about their shower together. It was just very sweet and caring. For a brief second Emma could even picture them married…not that she would ever tell Peter that. However, it was so easy to imagine after this weekend where they did cute domestic things like falling asleep together, waking up together, showering together, and eating smores together.

Everything together.

Maybe Emma would even be open to it one day. Not anytime soon but maybe when she and Peter were really old, like Tony's age, maybe then she'd decide the hell with it and agree to marry him if that's what he really wanted. The kids thing was still a huge no. Kids ruined everything and Emma liked the idea of just the two of them together forever. No one else. Especially not a couple of brats who would ruin her and Peter's fun.

Emma put the thought of marriage to rest after the shower and getting dressed. Today was the day they had to leave, after all, even though she and Peter never wanted the weekend to end. She wished they could be like this forever but inevitably the weekend had to come to an end with the two of them forced to resume their lives of Spider-Man and Viper. It was so easy to forget all that superhero bullshit for a weekend but now they had to return to reality.

Well, it was amazing while it lasted.

Emma and Peter had already packed after getting dressed so they brought down their suitcases to the living room to later pack into Emma's car whenever they were ready to leave. Their friends were already all downstairs eating breakfast when the couple arrived.

Michelle, Ned, and Betty all grew quiet as Peter and Emma entered the kitchen.

"Good morning, guys," Peter greeted cheerfully as Emma followed him, giving their friends a nod while taking a seat next to Michelle and Peter took a seat next to Ned. Her boyfriend immediately poured both himself and her a glass of orange juice before reaching for a piece of bacon on the table. It seemed like the other three had gotten up a bit earlier and had time to make breakfast for themselves. Emma and Peter soon realized they were starving after the previous night and this morning. "Did everyone have a fun night last night after we left?"

"Well, we know you and Emma definitely had a good time," Michelle muttered as she stared blankly at the couple.

"What?" Peter questioned as Emma just stared at her friend.

"We could hear you guys last night, dude," Ned told Peter, elaborating on what Michelle was telling the couple.

"What? No, you couldn't," Peter denied, a blush coming across his face while Emma just stared challengingly at the other teenagers. Michelle scoffed before doing her best impression of Peter. She exaggeratingly made her voice higher much to Peter's annoyance and embarrassment. He honestly didn't know why Emma was friends with this girl. Michelle was always picking on him.

"Oh, Emma! You feel so good around me! I'm not going to last much longer!" Michelle said, making fun of the dork her best friend seemed to love so much. Peter looked like he wanted to crawl in a hole and never come back out. "We honestly heard you guys fucking the whole night. Why do you think we had a sleepover downstairs. God, and this morning too? Please tell me you guys aren't going to have sex all the time now. At least, don't do it when I'm around."

"So…" Emma said uncaringly but she was a little satisfied that this meant Betty heard everything. Which also meant that the girl knew that Peter was hers and hers alone. Although Betty didn't seem to care as much about Peter as Emma thought. The short blonde was glued to her phone, smiling at a post she was reading. Maybe Emma didn't have anything worry about, after all.

"So it was disgusting to listen to," Michelle complained and Emma shrugged.

"You didn't have to listen to it if you didn't want to," Emma told her and Michelle looked at her like she was crazy.

"I didn't want to listen to it! You two were so loud!" Michelle argued but Emma still didn't seem to care. "How could any of us not listen to you two moaning and the bed creaking all night?! It was the loudest sound in the world. I'd be surprised if Flash and the others didn't hear you from the woods."

"That's not my problem," Emma told her nonchalantly and Michelle huffed, looking annoyed at her friend because she totally blamed Emma for her not getting any sleep last night. Don't get her wrong. She was still curious and was totally going to ask Emma about it later but for now she was still annoyed. Ned then leaned over towards a still embarrassed looking Peter.

"You'll tell me all about it, right?" Ned whispered to him and Peter blushed again before nodding. He fully planned on telling Ned all about last night but he wouldn't disrespect Emma in any way. There were certain details about his and Emma's night together that he would just like to keep to himself.

Those memories were his and no one else's.

"Later, Ned. Later," Peter promised him before he took a bite of his piece of bacon. Ned smiled, looking very in awe of his best friend. This probably made Peter the leading expert on sex. Ned was sure of that.

The conversation then eased away from the subject of sex as the teenagers began talking about their first week of school. Michelle was almost finished with her plan for the first decathlon meeting of the school year. She planned to email everyone a study guide for decathlon finals which was about a month away.

When Michelle mentioned academic decathlon finals, Emma realized something important.

This coming week would mark the one year anniversary since she and Peter officially met in the cafeteria of Midtown. She came to an astonishing realization that she and Peter had only known each other for a year but somehow it didn't feel like it had only been a year. It felt like she had known Peter for her entire life.

A year seemed insignificant but so much had happened this past year.

It seemed almost insane that this week would be a year since the first time she laid her eyes on Peter Parker's face. Back then she had been so mistrusting of him and kept her distance from him but now she was head over heels in love with him and trusted him with all her heart as she proved last night.

It was funny how things could change that much in a span of a year.

"You okay?" Peter asked her quietly as Ned and Michelle bickered. Emma had seemingly become so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed that Peter had laid out a plate of breakfast in front of her. Emma just smiled softly at him before nodding.

"Yes, I was just thinking," Emma started to say as she then began to cut up her pancakes into little pieces before dipping a piece in the pool of syrup on her plate. "This Tuesday's a year since we first met."

"I know," Peter said, giving her a big grin as his eyes lit up with excitement. "I have so much planned for our anniversary."

"Our anniversary?" Emma questioned, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "But we didn't start dating until December."

"We have a bunch of different anniversaries, Emma," Peter informed her because apparently Emma wasn't aware of their many anniversaries. He then began listing off all their anniversaries."The anniversary of when we first met, first time we teamed up together as Spider-Man and Viper, the first time we kissed, the first time we held hands, the first time we said I love you to each other, our first date, and now the first time we made love."

Emma just stared at him in a stunned silence. It took her a moment before she could speak properly.

"What the hell, Parker! How the hell am I supposed to keep track of all that?" Emma told her boyfriend. Peter gave her a sheepish smile.

"Well, I have anniversaries for other things too. Like the first time you smiled at me, first time you trusted me, and the first time you called me your friend," Peter told her before blushing as he mentioned something else that made Emma roll her eyes. "The first time you let me feel you up."

"Just when I thought you were being sweet, you turn into a little pervert," Emma said although it was clear she was amused by him. "We don't have to celebrate every single one of those anniversaries, do we? Can't we just celebrate the anniversary of the night we first got together?"

"You don't have to do anything, Emma," Peter told her sincerely. "Because I have every single date memorized and I'll have a surprise for you for every one of those days."

"Please don't tell me you have a creepy surprise for the boob anniversary," Emma deadpanned and Peter just laughed before shaking his head.

"No, but I do have a surprise for you on Tuesday which I think is an anniversary just as important as the anniversary of the night we got together," Peter told her and Emma laughed.

"You're such a dork, Parker," Emma said in response before giving him an affectionate look, feeling incredibly happy or maybe she was still basking in that post sex feeling. "But you're my dork."

Emma pretended to find the idea of celebrating every one of those anniversaries silly but deep down she swooned over the fact that her boyfriend was so thoughtful and romantic like that. Emma fully realized that she was more like a teenage girl now than she was a year ago.

She didn't think she minded much at all.

Peter quickly swooped in and kissed her on the cheek before returning to his breakfast although he kept stealing glances at her, completely hooked on her and especially after last night. Emma tried to hide her smile as she ate her pancakes. It seemed like sex hadn't made things weird between them like they both secretly feared. In fact, they felt even closer than ever. Emma wondered where their relationship would take them now that they had taken a huge step.

Hopefully, things would only be up from here on out.

Flash and the others arrived soon after that, back from their camping trip in the woods. They listened to Flash brag about all the fish he caught which Cindy informed them was a lie. Flash made fun of Peter as usual but Emma and Peter didn't let that destroy their mood. It was impossible let anything ruin the perfect weekend they had.

Not even Flash could take that away from them.

---

They returned to the compound a few hours later after saying goodbye to their friends and promising to meet up on Tuesday before classes. The drive over was nice and sunny as Emma and Peter chatted about her moving back into the city Monday night. There was a different and new kind of happiness in the air between them.

Maybe Emma was wrong before.

Maybe things had changed between them but in a different way.

Last night was something they both wanted for a while. It was better than Emma imagined it would be and she didn't regret any of it. Peter had been worried that morning that she had regrets but last night was one of the best nights of her life. Not just because of the sex but because she felt more closer to him than ever. This changed their relationship but Emma thought it was a good thing. She was unbelievably happy with where their relationship was now.

Nothing could destroy her happiness.

So when the teenage couple set foot inside the quiet compound, they immediately alerted the others to their return with their loud laughter as it echoed across the nearly empty building. Peter carried both of their suitcases, being the gentlemen he was. Emma was teasing Peter about Flash being Spider-Man's little fanboy while Peter just laughed at her.

"He's obsessed with you, Parker," Emma teased. "He's always bragging to everyone about how Spider-Man stole his car to fight crime."

"I doubt he's really obsessed," Peter told her and Emma shook her head.

"He dedicated that stupid Instagram account to you," Emma continued to tease and Peter playfully rolled his eyes. "Should I be worried? Flash is really good at this wooing thing. Maybe he'll steal you away from me."

"Whatever," Peter mumbled. "He likes Viper too. He always goes on about how hot she is and cool."

"He only likes Viper for Spider-Man," Emma told him as she thought of all the stupid gossip articles people wrote about Spider-Man and the Viper Assassin dating. People didn't realize how on the nose they were but it was still pretty lame to read about. She supposed there had been quite a few slow news days recently. "If I see one more link in the decathlon's group text to an article about how Spider-Man and the Viper Assassin are secretly married, I swear I'm going to murder that idiot."

"On the bright side, at least we have a fan," Peter said optimistically.

"What's everyone laughing about?" Tony questioned as he walked into the large and open space on the main floor of the compound. Everyone else seemed to come out of the woodwork too. Rhodey, Vision, Pepper, Darcy, and Bucky walked into the room to greet the teenagers. In all honesty, everyone missed them because the compound was actually very quiet and boring without the bickering teenage couple.

"Nothing," Emma told him before giving Peter a secret smile. Tony frowned because he was starting to feel like the lame old man who wasn't cool enough to be in on whatever inside joke the kids had between them.

"You two have a fun weekend?" Tony asked them but he already knew they did. It was obvious by the way they were all smiles and giggles. Even Emma seemed to be smiling more than he had ever seen before.

Yeah…they definitely had sex.

Tony didn't know whether or not to be proud of Peter or horrified that Mini Cap was having sex.

"Yes, Mr. Stark. It was a lot of fun," Peter insisted before glancing at Emma's dad who was in the room. He tried not to show his fear as Mr. Barnes stared him down. It really started to hit him in that moment that he had sex with Emma. Mr. Barnes made that obvious to him as Peter remembered the one thing Mr. Barnes said he'd kill him for. He really didn't want to die after the best night of his life. "We got a lot of studying done so I think we're all ready for decathlon finals next month. Right, Emma?"

Emma nodded as Peter turned to look at her but nearly everyone in the room fought the urge to roll their eyes except for Bucky. Everyone knew the studying excuse was a load of bullshit. Even Vision wasn't buying into it after he finally learned to stop floating through walls a couple weeks ago when he saw something in Peter's room that he didn't think he'd ever unsee. Emma had glared at him for a week after that incident.

"Yeah, I bet you two did a ton of studying," Tony said knowingly, raising an eyebrow at the couple. Peter blushed.

"Well, it was fun to just hang out with our friends and stuff," Peter said hurriedly as he tried to remain unsuspicious in Mr. Barnes eyes. No one knew why. Bucky seemed delusional in thinking that Emma was some sort of angel who would never have sex. It was clear that Bucky was clueless when it came to teenage girls.

"Sorry, I forgot to text you last night, Papa," Emma said innocently as she gave her father an apologetic look. "MJ and I stayed up late watching Stranger Things again and we just lost track of time."

"That's okay. I kind of figured you and MJ were having fun," Bucky told her, not wanting Emma to worry about upsetting him.

Darcy kind of had a talk with Bucky the night before and suggested that he might've been acting a tad overprotective. He realized that maybe she was right. While Emma had always looked at him like she would a father, they had always been friends too. They were all each other had for many years and Bucky didn't want that to change or for her not to talk to him anymore.

"More like she and Peter were having fun," Tony whispered to Rhodey who snorted. "I doubt she was even rooming with her little girlfriend at this party like she wants daddy to believe. Her and the kid were probably shacked up together the whole weekend. Who wants to place some bets on that?"

"You're disgusting," Pepper told him before smacking him on the shoulder.

"Hey, I was a teenager once too. I remember what it was like," Tony bickered with his fiancé before giving her a questioning look. "Don't you remember, Peps? If you were staying at a weekend long party alone with your boyfriend, what would you have done?"

"Well, I didn't go to parties when I was in high school. I was too busying studying for SATs so I didn't have time to party like some people," Pepper retorted and Tony looked at her in shock much to Pepper's amusement. "I didn't have my first boyfriend until college which I told you about a long time ago."

"Pierre was your first boyfriend? Not the French guy, Pepper. Oh my god, Rhodey," Tony told his best friend as he turned back to look at him with an appalled look on his face. Rhodey just watched his two friends in amusement. These two were almost as crazy as Emma and Peter. "I just realized that I'm marrying a nerd."

"You literally spend all day and night in a lab being a mad scientist," Rhodey pointed out to Tony. "If anyone's the nerd in this relationship, it's you."

"I feel betrayed," Tony complained as he playfully glared at his best friend. "You're taking Pepper's side."

Rhodey just rolled his eyes but before he could respond, Darcy and Vision walked over to them as Emma and her father started talking while Peter just stood there obviously terrified of the taller man. The woman had a big smirk on her face as she came over while Vision seemed to just be tagging along with nothing better to do.

"Hey, I heard you guys talking about some bets," Darcy said mischievously.

"We weren't talking about bets. Tony was," Pepper clarified, wanting no part in all this madness.

"Well, I have a really interesting bet in mind," Darcy told them deviously. "Lets bet on how long it takes before Bucky murders Peter. I give it a year."

"I give it two months," Tony said, disagreeing with the brunette woman. "That kid is terrible at keeping stuff secret. Look at his face. He's practically glowing right now. It's so obvious that he got laid this weekend. Barnes isn't stupid."

"He's stupid when it comes to Emma," Darcy retorted, giving the billionaire a smug look. "I think it's kind of cute, actually."

"You think the Winter Soldier is cute?" Rhodey questioned, raising his eyebrow at her. Darcy blushed before shrugging.

"That's not what I said," Darcy denied as everyone else looked at the brunette in amusement. "I said that it's cute that he's all fatherly and stuff with Emma. Like, when they were playing Candyland the other night and then when he makes her those smiley shaped pancakes for breakfast. That's really cute."

"Emma wasn't kidding when she said you have a thing for DILFs," Tony quipped as he shook his head at her. Darcy's eyes widened in surprise.

"She said what?!"

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"How was your weekend?" Emma asked her father as he braided her hair. It was nighttime and they were in the recreational area of the compound watching an old Humphrey Bogart movie. Peter was working on something in the lab with Tony so Emma decided to spend some more time with her father because she was leaving tomorrow night to move back to the city for school.

"Pretty boring. I just trained with Maria and then Darcy made me watch something called Say Yes to the Dress," Bucky told her and Emma laughed.

"God, I hate that show," Emma told him and Bucky chuckled.

"There was this bride that had this huge mental breakdown in the store and yelled at her mom for five minutes for not having enough money for her dream dress," Bucky recollected. "I don't know why Hydra didn't use that show to brainwash us. It's the most mind numbing shit I've ever seen."

"I feel like that show could turn me down a very dark path," Emma said in agreement with her father although she was kind of glad that her father was in a place in his life where he could joke about his past. It told her that maybe they were on the same page with issues in their life.

"Your weekend with Peter was nice?" Bucky asked stiffly and Emma rolled her eyes because she knew how much he disliked Peter. She gave him effort for trying.

"It was really nice. Just us and our friends hanging out," Emma told him, trying to make it clear to her father that she hadn't been alone with Peter. She didn't really need him murdering Peter after the perfect weekend they just had. "We swam in the lake at Flash's house. Parker got shit faced again which was hilarious."

"You guys were drinking?" Bucky questioned, sounding alarmed and Emma sighed.

"Papa, relax. Peter drank but I didn't. What would be the point anyways? It wouldn't do anything for me," Emma told him, trying to get him to calm down. Bucky just shook his head as he continued braiding her hair.

"That boy's a bad influence on you," Bucky told her and Emma rolled her eyes. She was pretty sure it was the other way around but whatever gave her father comfort.

"How the hell did you learn how to braid hair anyways? This is the last thing I expected you to know how to do," Emma told her father as she changed the subject. Bucky grew a bit quiet.

"My sisters taught me how," Bucky finally said quietly. "I used to do it for them all the time. Rebecca, Mary, and Ruth."

"You never really mentioned your sisters before," Emma said softly. She, of course, knew that her father had sisters because Steve told her. She even knew that one of them was still alive.

"I didn't really remember them that well until recent months," Bucky told her. "I also know that Rebecca and Mary are long gone and I guess it just makes me sad that I never got to say goodbye to them."

"The youngest one…Ruth. She's still alive," Emma mentioned to her father and he paused in his braiding but continued a moment later.

"She's also eighty eight-years-old," Bucky said as he shrugged. "The last time I saw her she was fifteen. Just a little younger than you are now."

"Tell me about them," Emma pleaded as Bucky finished up braiding her hair and she turned to look at him, her blue eyes filled with hope. She was desperate to learn everything about her father. He knew everything about her so Emma wanted to learn stuff about him that was beyond the stuff she knew about him from being in that base with him for all those years.

"What do you want to know?" He asked her and Emma shrugged.

"Tell me about the memories you have of them. Just anything," Emma told him and Bucky took a deep breath before he spoke.

"Rebecca was two years younger than me and she had this massive crush on Cary Grant. I don't know why I remember that so vividly but I think it's because she was always begging me to take her to see one of his movies," Bucky said thoughtfully as he smiled at the memory. "Mary was Rebecca's twin and she was very smart. She always had her nose buried in a book. I remember trying to get her and Steve to go out. I thought they were a good match but mostly I just wanted Steve to be my brother."

"What about the youngest one?" Emma inquired. "Ruth?"

"Ruthie," Bucky recollected as he remembered a small girl with brunette hair always following him and Steve around. "She was a tomboy. Ruthie always thought she was one of the boys. She wanted to do everything Steve and I did. A very annoying little girl. You remind me of her."

"Very funny," Emma said sarcastically before looking at her father in concern. "Do you miss them?"

"Sometimes," Bucky said softly but he looked confused. Like he didn't understand entirely what he was feeling. "But mostly I just feel sad that I didn't say goodbye to them or that I didn't get to see them get married and be an uncle to their children. I'm just sad about what never was."

"I feel the same way about my parents," Emma said quietly and Bucky turned to look at her. "I have questions for them that I never got to ask. Sometimes I wonder what kind of people they were because I never really got the chance to know them."

"I'm sure they were good people," Bucky told her because he heard nothing but good things about Margot Pierce. He also knew Steven Rogers must've been a great guy because he was Steve's son. Emma looked torn all of a sudden.

"Sometimes I hate them," Emma said which was something she had never said aloud before. Not even to Peter. Bucky just stared at her in surprise. "They should've known better than to have me. Anyone with Steve's blood gets a target on their back and my dad should've known that better than anyone else but he and my mom had me anyways. It was selfish of them."

"Emma…" Bucky said, still surprised by what she was saying.

"It was all for nothing anyways," Emma said bitterly. "Hydra killed them both and kidnapped me."

"I think you're wrong," Bucky said suddenly and Emma looked at him in confusion. "I think they did know the risk and they decided to have you anyways because they already loved you. They didn't know all the shit with Hydra was going to happen and if they did then they'd still have you because they were your parents and they loved you."

"I just don't know if I was worth their lives," Emma said quietly and Bucky realized what this was about. She probably felt guilty about her parents dying for her. How could she not? There were reminders of them everywhere. Tony was best friends with Steven, Barton was best friends with Margot, and not to mention Steven was Steve's son.

"I know I would give my life for yours in a heartbeat," Bucky told her seriously and Emma stared at him with tears in her eyes. "I understand what you're feeling because I feel it too. Self-loathing because of everything we did and not feeling like we deserve kindness. But maybe we can try to deserve each other and work through everything else later…together."

"I think I can do that," Emma told him before giving him a small smile. "As long as you agree to someday see your sister."

"Someday," Bucky promised and Emma seemed satisfied with that. However, before they could say anything, Peter walked into the room. Bucky tried not to groan at the fact that Emma's dorky ass boyfriend was going to ruin their nice evening. God, that kid really annoyed the hell out of him.

"Hey, you're back," Emma said as she practically beamed at her boyfriend. Bucky wrinkled his nose in disgust. He still didn't get what his daughter saw in him but whatever made her happy.

"It was so much fun in the lab, Emma. Mr. Stark was just showing me this new tech he's been designing with. He's figured out a way to make a Nano tech Iron Man suit and it's really cool because it-" Peter started to ramble but Bucky stopped him.

"We're watching a movie," Bucky deadpanned, signaling to Peter that he wanted him to be quiet. In all honesty, Bucky and Emma had been talking through most of the movie but he just found Peter's voice really annoying. The kid could never seem to stop talking.

"Oh, sorry," Peter apologized and Emma just rolled her eyes, telling Peter that it was alright but that her father was just ridiculous.

"Papa and I were just watching The Maltese Falcon which we literally saw a month ago," Emma said pointedly to her father who ignored her as he stayed focused on the TV on the wall.

"What's it about?" Peter asked her and Emma just smiled.

"It's about a detective who has to find this valuable statue of a falcon that's been missing for a long time," Emma explained to her boyfriend and Peter looked more interested.

"That's cool. Has Sam seen this movie? Maybe he should because of falcons and all," Peter joked and Emma shook her head at his lame joke which she found amusing nonetheless. Bucky rolled his eyes. "You like this movie Mr. Barnes?"

"I saw it on a date with Mildred Burns when it came out," Bucky said through gritted teeth because this kid always got on his nerves. Couldn't he just stop talking and watch the damn movie?

"Wow…this movie must be super old then," Peter said without thinking and Bucky glared at him. Emma was grateful that she was in between them or else her father might've killed Peter.

"I just can't believe you dated a girl named Mildred. Gross," Emma said in disgust, cringing at the sound of that name. Bucky managed to forget about Peter's comment and give his daughter a smirk.

"She definitely wasn't gross. You should've seen the size of her-" Bucky started to say in that tone he used whenever he would try and make Steve uncomfortable back in the day.

"Ew!" Emma said loudly, looking even more disgusted by her father's sexual conquests from the forties. Peter stared at his girlfriend's dad in discomfort. He didn't really want to think of Mr. Barnes like that.

"Poor Mildred. She was a really nice girl, you know," Bucky remembered fondly. Emma shook her head.

"Yeah, nice for fucking," Emma muttered and unlike Steve, Bucky didn't scold her for her swearing. He just ignored her instead.

"I wonder what happened to her," Bucky wondered aloud and Emma shrugged nonchalantly.

"I don't know. She probably married some asshole, had ten kids, and was miserable the rest of her life because she never snagged Bucky Barnes," Emma said, half joking and half not. Bucky gave his daughter a fond smile, ruffling her hair playfully.

"Yeah, probably. I was quite the catch back then," Bucky said in agreement and they both laughed, drawing a curious look from Peter Parker.

Peter was always interested in the complex relationship between Emma and her father. Watching them interact was new and different but mostly because he knew Bucky made Emma really happy. Peter could put up with the man's dislike of him because Emma loved him. Bucky Barnes was clearly her favorite person in the world but Peter wasn't threatened by that. Not when Bucky was Emma's father and one of the first people who ever loved her.

The three of them returned their attention to the movie after that.

"I like your braid," Peter whispered to Emma and the blonde blushed before thanking him.

"Thanks. Papa did it," Emma told him and Peter just nodded before subsequently leaning closer into Emma's side as she watched Humphrey Bogart on the screen. He made a move to hold hands with her but was interrupted by Bucky Barnes loudly clearing his throat. Peter jumped away from his girlfriend at the abrupt sound and turned to look at the man in question.

Bucky wasn't looking at him but he was glaring at the TV screen instead. For some reason, Peter had a feeling that it wasn't Humphrey Bogart that Bucky was glaring at either. Peter begrudgingly kept his hands to himself after that much to Emma's amusement.

It was so strange to sit in peace like this and watch a movie with both her boyfriend and father at her side. A year ago none of this would've seemed possible yet here they were together at the compound of all places. Steve was still gone but Emma kept in touch with him on a weekly basis.

Everything else was going smoothly.

Emma and Peter were in a new and amazing place in their relationship which they fully intended on exploring once she moved back into the city. Her father was also back for good this time and they were making up for lost time as much as they could. Hydra was over forever and a thing of the past. She was finally learning to leave her past in her past which Emma found to be very therapeutic. More importantly, everything was right in the world and there wasn't any evil assholes trying to stir up trouble.

Emma felt more at peace than she ever had in her life before.

It only took one weekend for her to realize that.

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Author's Note: I hope you guys enjoyed the final chapter. I know Steve didn't make an appearance but he might(definitely will) make a small appearance in the epilogue because how could I end this story without him? I'll try to have the epilogue out soon. It'll definitely be pretty short so I'm hoping within a week or a week and a half. Thanks again.

GIJose: I'm trying to pace myself and stay organized with time management. I'm doing good so far. I passed Medical Terminology with flying colors and now I'm taking these other summer courses. One of which I really hate but I just need to pass it so I can take my other classes in the fall.

I don't really want to lower the age of the OC in 'The Palace'. It would screw a lot of stuff up because she never would've met her grandparents because she would've been too old. I'm kind of leaning towards writing a Falcon story but after seeing Far From Home I've been thinking about making the story a Mysterio/OC one. Maybe I could make it an Iron Man's daughter villain story which would be different since most Iron Man daughter OCs become superheroes but I could make it a villain origin story. The more I think about this idea, the more I like it.

I'm glad you liked the chapter. It felt like sort of a filler chapter for me aside from the stuff with Bucky staying at the compound. I just really wanted to get to this new chapter already because I knew this new chapter was going to be super big and important. Steve will return in the sequel. He'll probably be featured a lot in it post Infinity War and then during the Endgame storyline. It's so weird. So many people have commented to me about that line Peter gave Bucky towards the end of the last chapter. It's funny because that line wasn't originally there and I only added it when I was editing.

I don't mind answering reviews in the updates. Sorry if I made it seem that way in last chapter but that's totally not what I meant. I heard about 'Teen Spirit' and I've listened to the soundtrack but I'm just waiting for it to come out on DVD. It was only playing in movie theaters in the large cities so I couldn't go see it unfortunately. I live in a small town that only shows blockbusters films at the movie theater.

I saw your comment about the rude reviewer and thanks so much. That really means a lot. I always tend to second guess myself when reading comments like that but everyone made me realize that the reviewer was wrong. Only I know my story and no one else. They obviously didn't understand what the story was about either and I'll only say that there's no perfect story out there for you unless you write your own. That's why I wrote STNS and I suggest people do the same if they can't find any fanfics to their liking out there. Thanks so much for your support.

Far From Home was so amazing and I already have a few ideas for it. I don't want to get too ahead of myself though. I'm trying to focus on the next storyline I'm going to have to write which is the Ragnarok one.

Guest: Yeah, I'm just shit at navigating Wattpad. I have no idea how to manage my stories on there and get people to read them so I kind of gave up on trying how to work that website and now I just update the stories and whoever reads them reads them and that's enough for me. Matter of Time does pretty well on Quotev so I'm really happy with that. Thanks so much for your support. That really means a lot.

Guest: I plan to update 'One Word From You' during the time off period I'll have between officially ending this story and starting the sequel. I have most of the chapter finished but I had to put it on pause with finally trying to finish this story and then other stuff going on in my life. Thanks and I'm glad you love that story.

Mabel: Thanks! I can't give away too much on here because people who don't want spoilers could see this but I definitely have a lot of plans for the Endgame storyline. Not everything is planned but I have a brief idea of where I want this story to go during that storyline and I'm really excited. However, I need to focus on getting the sequel started and then doing the Ragnarok storyline. It's all really exciting and I can't wait to get started on the sequel.

Guest: Emma and Loki will meet in the Ragnarok storyline in the sequel. There's going to be a few chapters before the Ragnarok storyline starts because I have to set things up for Ragnarok and I want Emma to have some nice moments with Peter and Bucky before everything goes to shit. I feel like she deserves that.

Guest: I really love Emma and Peter together. Yeah, it would be cool if Emma was real and they could be together in the movies but that's not really the case. However, I love MJ. I was totally her in high school so I find her the most relatable to me out of all the MCU characters. I would've liked to have seen the exact moment where Peter started crushing on her but it was still pretty cute and I think they go together better than a lot of other MCU pairings. I never understood Doctor Strange and Christine Palmer or Natasha and Bruce. Those pairings never made sense. Especially the first one because I feel like it didn't have any importance in the film. If Peter had to be with anyone I'm glad it's MJ because I really like her. I wasn't a huge fan of Liz Allan but MJ's cool.