A/N: helloo beautiful people

i come with an extra long and hilarious and cute and fluffy and very padie chapter today because you all deserve it and because i'm finally all moved into my new dorm :)

i'm posting this early cause today's my first day of the semester and i think i'm going to completely forget to publish it tonight lol

anyway, forget all your problems for the next 7,000 words and just relax :)

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"She's on her...cycle."

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Six o'clock couldn't get here fast enough.

She didn't wake up till noon, but when she did, she wished she could go right back to sleep again so she wouldn't have to anxiously wait around the penthouse all day for her date.

She couldn't believe she was going on a date. With Peter Parker. If someone had told her that two years ago, she never would have believed them. He used to just be her best friend but now...well, now he was her first love.

"Morning sleeping beauty," Tony greeted her as she walked into the kitchen, "Or should I say good afternoon? I almost came in there to check your pulse."

"Thank you for your concern," she mumbled groggily as she stuck her head in the fridge to get some orange juice to cure her mild headache. "But my pulse and I are both just fine." She located the bright orange and poured herself a glass.

"Partied too hard?" the billionaire asked. She sat down in a high chair across from him. Man, he had absolutely no idea.

"You could say that. I just need a cold shower and I'll be fine," she said, taking small sips of her juice. She looked around, wondering where everyone was. The billionaire was sitting there, working on something on his laptop as he munched on some leftover apple pie. "Where's Pepper? And Happy?"

"Sleeping in and mega hungover," he said. She eyed him.

"Why aren't you?" she asked.

"I was. But then I took a painkiller and now I'm fine. Happy, however, doesn't believe in taking painkillers."

"They make you weak," the man himself grumbled as he entered the kitchen. He winced at the bright sunlight coming into the kitchen and sat himself down beside the teenager. He looked awful. "They slow your body down."

He sat with his head in his hands as his hangover tortured him from the inside. Adelaide studied him with a frown.

"Oh I'm sure," she said, "That's why you're in such great shape, right?"

"No rude and or snarky comments prior to two o'clock will be appreciated," he mumbled back. She and Tony shared a mischievous look, thinking the same thing.

"YOU GOT IT, HAPPS," Adelaide shouted and the man groaned in pain, squeezing his head and sinking into his chair. Her voice felt like a bullet in his brain.

"SIR, YES SIR," Tony shouted at an equal volume.

"Aghh, it hurts," Happy groaned painfully in complaint, squeezing his eyes shut, "You two are the worst."

"No rude and or snarky comments prior to two o'clock will be appreciated," Adelaide said, sliding her juice over to him, "Juice?"

"And from the hands of the devil herself," he grumbled, swallowing down the rest of her glass. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. In his fluffy white robe and unkempt hair, he looked the most unprofessional she had ever seen him before. It was rare to catch Happy Hogan with out a full suit and tie, but right now, he looked shockingly like a hungover bunny.

"Take a painkiller, Happs," she insisted.

"No," he said immediately, "I've done this plenty of times before. I'll be fine. I just need some coffee." He began to stand up and she put a hand on his arm, stopping him. She jumped off of her high chair.

"Don't. I'll make the coffee, you go get dressed," she said. Happy looked genuinely appreciative.

"That's very nice, thank you," he said, slowly sliding out of his chair. He accusingly glared at the billionaire. "All these years and you never once made me coffee."

Tony grinned, shrugging, "In my defense, I'm raising her to not be me."

The big, hungover bunny looked like he approved and slowly walked out of the kitchen and back to his room to get dressed properly— aka: put on a suit and tie.

Adelaide waited until he was gone to reach into the medicine cabinet and pull out the bottle of painkillers. The billionaire watched her in amusement from his front for seat at the island as she grinded the little pill into a powder and then added it to the cup of coffee she made for him.

Who was he kidding? He was raising her to be exactly like him. And she was. Through and through, she was his copy.

When Happy came back from his shower and drank the whole cup of coffee, he instantly claimed to feel better. He told the billionaire multiple times that he was right and Tony just looked over at his daughter and smiled.

She was a Stark, there was no doubt about that.

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It was almost six o'clock. Peter would be here very soon.

But Adelaide had nothing to wear.

He had told her to wear something comfortable, but leave it up to boys to be vague. She ransacked her entire closet, finding nothing suitable for a first date. What were you even supposed to wear on a first date? She had never had one before.

In fact, Adelaide had never done any of this before. She didn't have the first clue on how she was supposed to behave now that she and Peter were dating. Sure, they had made things official and they were technically 'together' now, but she was new to this stuff. She didn't know what to do with things like this. It wasn't like she could go ask Pepper for advice since they had decided to keep their relationship a secret.

What were you supposed to do on a date? Could she still just behave as his friend or did she have to be his girlfriend? How was she supposed be his girlfriend exactly? And how much had to change between them now? Was he going to change? Was he going to behave like her boyfriend now?

She didn't want him to change. She liked him for the way he was. Just her Pete.

And that was when she spotted the little paper bag she had stashed in her closet weeks ago. She chewed the inside of her cheek, thinking about it. He had said wear something comfortable...Oh, what the hell. It was final.

She would just have to wear that.

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"You look happy," May noted as she walked into the kitchen that evening in her pajamas.

Peter stuffed something into his backpack before he looked over his shoulder to see his aunt walking into the kitchen. He grinned.

"And you look beautiful," he said, kissing her cheek as he walked past her. May gaped and then laughed to herself. He had to be joking. No one looked beautiful in fluffy bunny pajamas and a messy bun.

"Seriously, what is it? Wait — are you doing drugs?" she asked her nephew, turning around. She had never seen him so happy before. God, he was literally glowing. Something really was different about him.

"No, May, I'm not doing drugs," he laughed, pulling on his socks while hopping on one foot, "I'm just...happy."

"And why is that?" she smiled, leaning against the countertop. She loved seeing him like this, but she couldn't help but wonder what had suddenly made his nephew this happy. Even people actually doing drugs didn't look this happy. He leaned forward on the kitchen island, grinning as if he had just won the lottery. Which, he kinda had.

"Because," he said with a slightly boyish, slightly childish smile.

"That's not an answer," she said, raising her eyebrow and they had a little staring contest until Peter rolled his eyes.

"May, quit worrying, I'm fine," he said, walking over to her. She would believe him, except he hadn't stopped smiling in over a minute now. He held her shoulders, giving her a honest look. "I'm more than fine."

May tried to fight it but then she sighed.

"I always worry about you," she said, shaking her head. She absentmindedly fixed his hair. He was wearing cologne, she realized. He told her he was only going to Ned's for a sleepover.

"Well don't. Everything is going great. Better than great. It's perfect," he smiled. May narrowed her eyes at him.

"I have trouble believing that," she said and Peter chuckled, dropping his hands off of her shoulders to grab his backpack. He began to put on his shoes.

"Why won't you just tell me?" she asked, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest. Peter shrugged, pulling on his other shoe.

"Because there's nothing to tell," he said plainly. May rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, that doesn't work with me. Fuss up," she said.

Uh-oh. That meant she was going into interrogation mode. And when she went into interrogation mode, she got the answers out of him one way or another. He had to get out of here and fast.

"I'm gonna be late," he said, making a break for the door, "Gotta go! Love you! Bye!"

"Peter!" May shouted after him but he had already ran out.

May frowned, staring at the door. He was hiding something for sure. And she was going to find out what it was.

For his sake, it better not be drugs.

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At exactly six o'clock, her phone buzzed on her bedside table.

Peter: Balcony

Adelaide rolled her eyes. What was it with him and balconies? She really hoped that he hadn't planned for their date to be on the balcony. Tony would catch them in seconds. Regardless, her stomach flooded with butterflies. He was here! She had been anxious to see him again ever since last night.

She was just about to have her very first date, wherever it was.

Putting her phone back down, she quickly fixed her hair in the mirror and hurried to the balcony before Tony got there first. Sure enough, she spotted him standing there against the railing with his back to her and looking over the city. He was wearing his Midtown sweatshirt and a pair of black sweatpants. Comfortable. His backpack was in his hands.

She assumed he had sensed her there because he turned around before she opened the door.

When Peter saw what she was wearing, he swore someone had stepped on his windpipe.

"Wh-What are you w-wearing?" Peter stuttered. She grinned.

"Do you like it?" she asked, stepping onto the balcony.

It was the red and blue Spider-Man onesie she had found when she was searching for a dress for the Winter Dance. If she pulled the hoodie over her head, it almost looked like she was wearing his suit. There was also a little black spider on the front, just where his spider emblem was on the suit.

"L-Like it?" he continued to stutter, swallowing as she stepped closer to him. He suddenly forgot his own name. He could feel his cheeks filling with color as his eyes grazed over her in the onesie. There was just something about seeing Ada in that. That onesie. That Spider-Man onesie. His stomach flipped like a pancake.

"You don't like it?" she asked quietly, the smile falling from her face. Peter blinked as if he was exiting some sort of trance. His lips parted.

"N-No," he said, "I...I love it. You look...great. Like really great."

Not just great, Peter thought to himself, you look ridiculously hot.

He couldn't get enough of her in that onesie. It made him feel some kind of way he had never felt before. It was almost...possessive? Ada was his girlfriend. She was Spider-Man's girlfriend. His.

Being Peter Parker suddenly became the coolest thing ever.

"I think you should wear this all the time," he mumbled, running his eyes over her again. At that, she smiled.

"That can be arranged, bugboy," she grinned. Peter let his backpack drop onto the floor and stepped close enough to take the hoodie and pull it over her head so it looked like she was wearing the mask too. He loosely hung his arms over her shoulders. She smelled like coffee and clean soap and he wanted to kiss her right then.

"Hi," he whispered softly, gently leaning his forehead against hers. She smiled and her blue eyes crinkled at their corners.

"Hi," she whispered back. She could stand there like that, looking up into his gorgeous brown eyes for hours, but she realized that there was a chance Tony could walk by and see them there. "So what's this date you have planned?"

"Well," he said softly, "I was thinking we could have dinner and a movie. And you would keep wearing that."

She frowned slightly, "You do remember I told you about the house arrest, right?"

"I do. That's why I brought our dinner and movie and we'll just have our date in your room where Mr. Stark won't see me here. And if things so south...well, you can control light so I think we'll be fine," he said. Adelaide couldn't help but smile.

"You really thought this through, huh?" she whispered.

"I wanted everything to be perfect," he mumbled quietly, absentmindedly curling a lock of her hair around his finger, "It is the first date after all. And I need to impress you enough to earn a second one."

"Well, it's already working," she smiled, "Come on, let's go before Tony sees us here."

Peter grabbed his backpack off the floor and then took Adelaide's outstretched hand, curling his fingers around it. With a shy smile, she led him into the penthouse, both of them now completely invisible. There was a brief moment when they heard Tony's voice speaking on the phone in the distant hallway, but it faded away and so she led Peter the rest of the way to her room. Once they were safely inside, she closed the door behind him and made them visible again.

Thank goodness she had tidied up her room before he came. Otherwise there would have been a number of clothes and bags strewn around the room and nowhere to sit.

"Do you have a lighter?" Peter suddenly asked her. She looked at him strangely.

"This a smoke-free zone, you know," she said. She opened the drawer from her bedside table and tossed the lighter to him.

"You're not going to burn down my room, are you?" she asked jokingly. He grinned suggestively.

"You know me so well," he said, "Okay, close your eyes."

"What?" she asked, "Why?"

"Just do it, I promise you'll love it," he insisted. She studied his face suspiciously for a moment before complying. Her ears immediately perked up. She could hear him shuffling around, getting things from his backpack. She heard the crinkle of paper and the sound of a fire being started (at which point she almost opened her eyes, but she couldn't smell any burning and she didn't want to ruin the surprise).

With every passing moment, she rightfully grew more nervous. There was a boy in her room that she was hiding from her family and they were on their first date and there was some sort of a fire. This would either end really well, or really terribly.

"Okay," she heard him say quietly, "You can open them."

The first thing she saw was that he had turned off the lights in the room. The only light was coming from a couple of small candles he had put down on the coffee table by her sofa. On the table, there were two hoagies, wrapped up in their paper with a few napkins off to the side. He had brought a movie with him— Die Hard, the ultimate Christmas movie. Peter himself was standing there beside it all with a nervous look on his face as if he wasn't sure if she would like all this.

"So?" he asked anxiously, "What do you think? Too much?"

Adelaide couldn't help the huge smile that took over her face.

"It's perfect," she said laughed quietly.

Peter let out a little relieved laugh. Then he held out his hand for her to take which she did. She loved holding his hand. His was much bigger than hers, but his fingers fit perfectly in the nooks and dips between hers. She suspected it was because of the spider bite, but his body always ran a little warmer than most people which was perfect on a wintry night like this.

Slowly, Peter led her over to the sofa behind the coffee table and she curled up there next to him. With Peter beside her and this immensely comfortable onesie around her, Adelaide felt the most comfortable she had in a while.

"Can I confess something?" Peter asked quietly, looking at their intertwined hands. She glanced at him. There was a little crease between his eyebrows in the glow of the candlelight as if he was thinking hard.

"Hm?"

"I don't...I've never...Ada, I've never actually done any of this before. The dates and the whole boyfriend thing. I don't really know how to do any of this. And I've definitely never...never been in love before. It's all new for me."

Adelaide stared at their hands, watching his thumb brush the back of her hand comfortingly.

"So what are you saying?" she asked quietly. He looked up at her, an honest look on his face.

"I'm saying that I want you to tell me if I screw something up," he whispered, the corner of his mouth slightly tugged upward in a quasi smile, "I really want us to work, Ada. After...all this, I can't go back to the way it was."

She smiled softly at him and then gently kissed his shoulder before leaning her head against it. She closed her eyes, feeling something warm and cozy bubbling inside her chest. She inhaled deeply.

"I want you to tell me if I screw something up too, you know," she whispered, staring at the flickering flame on the candle. He leaned his head against hers. "And Pete?"

"Hm?" he hummed softly.

"We're going to be great together, I just know it," she whispered. She could picture him smiling as he gently kissed the top of her head.

"I know," he murmured.

So then they ate their first dinner together as a couple and it was the best dinner she had ever had.

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After they were done eating, they curled up beside each other on the same sofa and started the movie.

Adelaide had thrown a pillow onto his lap and was lying down with her legs stretched out and head on the pillow. Peter was leaning back against the sofa. One hand was in her hair, gently caressing it while the other holding her hand which was resting against her stomach. It was the most comfortable he had ever felt. Her hair, which he had pictured himself running his through previously on an embarrassing number of occasions, was as soft as he had imagined.

It was so comfortable, in fact, that he could hardly pay attention to the movie (even when Bruce Willis did the whole gun-taped-to-his-back maneuver, which was his favorite scene in the whole movie) because his senses were heightened and all he could focus on was the feeling of Ada's stomach steadily rising and falling against their hands as she breathed. He could listen to her breathe for hours— even though it would be slightly creepy.

All he could think about was how pretty she looked with her hair tangled around his fingers like that and her blue eyes focused on the tv. His gaze slowly traveled down the length of her face, lingering on her lips. Ada was beautiful in every sense of the word.

It happened when the movie was almost over.

Peter suddenly felt the tingling on the back of his neck and he knew that he had to hide right now. Ada must have felt him go completely still because she frowned, turning her head to look up at him. When she saw the expression on his face, she immediately knew what was wrong.

"Hide!" she whispered and Peter desperately looked