NATASHA ROMANOFF || chances

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"C'mon Y/N," Natasha sighed, "you need to give him a chance!"

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. You shook your head. "No. He is a loser and a dick."

Neither of you said the boys name, but you both knew who you were talking about. Peter Parker.
The both of you went to the same highschool, regardless of your incredible intelligence. You were too smart to go to Midtown High, but you chose to go so you could actually make friends.

So you sat, at the top of each class, leaving kids and teachers wondering how you were so smart, when you graduated highschool early from an online school only a few months before. You made a few friends, none of which the web-slinging dimwit. You saw him in the halls, not expecting him to be the heroic boy on everyone's screens across Queens. Your uncle, Tony Stark, informed you of his identity when you met him for the 'first time' at the avengers facility. It definitely wasn't the first time. But it was still a complete shock.

When Peter found out that you were related to his beloved mentor, he tried to be nice. But instead he fumbled on his words, becoming a complete mess. He even accidentally managed to trip the both of you over, smashing your phone, as well as your sunglasses. He was incredibly apologetic, but you didn't want to hear it.

But back to the point at hand.

Natasha wanted you to give Peter a chance. A chance at what? A friendship? Or a relationship? Neither excited you.

"He is literally one of the sweetest boys I know. I'm sure he didn't mean whatever he did to hurt you." Nat said firmly.

As if on cue, the doors opened to reveal your uncle entering with the Spider-boy himself. You huffed, looking to Nat. She had a small smile on her face.

"Now. You two are going to go into that conference room until you can talk civil and become friends." She exclaimed, clasping her hands together. You groaned, and Peter looked fearful. She ushered to two of you into the room, standing beside Tony as he locked the door behind you.
They shared a look of contentment.

You looked to Peter briefly. This was going to be great.


WRITTEN BY ELLE

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