Stark's Daughter and Parker

Chapter 18: Help!

I wasn't drunk. Not really. My consciousness came and went, but I was still able to control myself fairly well.

I went straight to the bathroom across the hall, looking behind me. Peter was still watching me. That dork. Always trying to keep me out of trouble. Even if I'm just walking to a bathroom.

I opened the door to find a girl and guy making out in the shower.

"Alright no, parties over, I have to pee," I said, pulling them apart. They glared and left. I closed and locked the door before going pee. After I washed my hands, I opened the door to head out to where Peter, MJ and Ned were, when Zach was standing in the doorway.

"Oh, hey Y/N!" he said cheerfully.

"Uh, hey Zach," I said, brushing past him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

He was TURNT.

"Woah woah. What's the rush baby? Here, I wanna show you something," he said, leading me up the stairs. I was feeling a bit dizzy so I didn't fight back. He just had to show me something. That's all. No harm.

Zach led me down a hallway and into a room.

"This is my room," he announced to me. I walked in and looked around a bit, so I didn't seem rude. I didn't want to be there, but I didn't want to be rude to him. I heard him close the door behind us.

"Wow, nice room Z—," I tried to say, before he cut me short by pushing me against a wall.

"Ah! What are you...you doing?" I said, as he started to breathe heavy. I tried to push him off.

"Don't worry, we are just having fun," he whispered.

"No! Stop! I don't like this please stop!" I yelled, trying to push him away. He seemed to ignore me and keep going.

Suddenly the door swung open and someone ran in and pulled Zach off me.

"Get the hell off her! She said no!"

It was Peter. He pushed Zach onto the bed, when he kept punching him until he blacked out cold.

I watched and admired how badass Peter became all of a sudden. He never seemed like the type to have ever thrown a punch before, yet he had pretty good form. However, I was zoning out a lot. Peter was in front of me suddenly.

"Are you alright? Did he hurt you?" Peter exclaimed, coming over to hug me.

"You just teleported," I remarked. Peter embraced me in a tight, comforting hug seeming to ignore what I said.

"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left you alone. Not when you are this out of it. Thank god I saw you and him walk up there," he said. I felt myself becoming more dizzy again, and collapsed into his arms.

"Woah. It's okay. I got you," he said. I felt myself smile.

"Tha—" I said, before feeling a terrible pain. The world faded to black, and I lost my consciousness.

I found myself opening my eyes again to seeing...the sidewalk? I was outside? But then the smell hit me. Peter's scent. I looked up and saw his face. I realized he was carrying me down the street. I wasn't sure what was happening. He looked down to see that I was awake, and smiled.

"Hey you. You okay?" he asked. I rubbed my eyes.

"Yeah. I think so. What happened? Where are we going?" I asked him, leaning against his shoulder.

"You blacked out at the party, so I figured we should leave. We're almost to my house," he said.

"Here, Peter its alright I can walk," I said.

"No, it's alright. I don't mind. It's dangerous for you to try and walk if you black out again," he said.

"Fine. Thanks Peter," I said, snuggling into his arms. He blushed.

Soon Peter and I arrived at his house. He unlocked the door and set me down on his couch.

"You feeling alright?" he asked me.

"Yeah, a lot better now," I admitted.

"You can stay the night if you want, or call your dad to pick you up. Aunt May won't mind either way," he said, sitting next to me.

"I'll text my dad to come pick me up," I said, taking out my phone. I texted my dad that I needed to be picked up at Peter's house.

"Hey, I'm really sorry. I genuinely thought the party was gonna be fun. But you just ended up babysitting me the whole time," I said, laughing.

"Although I wouldn't do it again, I did have some fun tonight. Like when we danced. That was fun," he said, beaming.

"Yeah, it was," I said, feeling so tired that I let me head fall onto his shoulder.

"Peter?" I asked him.

"Yeah?" he said.

"Thanks for being there for me. You were right. You are always right," I said, leaning my whole body towards him. His head rest on mine.

"I just want to protect you," Peter told me.