All I Have // Peter Parker x Reader

Part Two

He shuts his bike off, swinging his leg over. Glancing up he finds Tony shaking his head, as he steps out of the clubhouse. Sinner’s Disciples, is his family, his adrenaline, it’s almost as exciting as having his hands on Y/N.

“Boy,” Tony calls walking towards him. He starts for Tony, his adoptive father, already knowing where this is going, “you bothering that girl, again?” He shakes his head.

“She wasn’t complaining, Pops.” Peter chuckles, they fall into step, Tony turns heading back for the clubhouse with him.

“No means no, I know. But I also know she wants to say yes.” He smirks.

“She’s too sweet, Pete.” Tony shakes his head, working his grease covered hands with a dirty rag. “She’s unavailable, you need to remember that.” Tony points a black smudged, finger at Peter’s chest.

Peter sighs loudly, his head falling back as he pulls open the door to the clubhouse.

“You mean that p***y she calls a so called boyfriend?” Peter snorts, Tony chuckles softly. “Fucker watched, with my hands on her, my damn mouth on her skin, and he just stood there watching.” Peter throws up a hand as they come to a stop in front of the bar. “Water.” Peter raps a knuckle on the wood. The prospect nods, moving quickly. Tony shakes his head, a grin on his lips, he slaps down the rag.

“The f**k is wrong with him? It’s like he wants you to come in and steal his girl. The f**k just watches?” Tony shakes his head again, his hands on his hips.

“No clue, I don’t.” Peter smirks, taking his water bottle. He cracks the top and takes a long drink. “Once I get that yes, she’ll have to accept that I’ll break jaws if some guy thinks he’s going to get handsy with her.” He chuckles. Tony glances down and back to Peter, pressing his lips together.

“You’re going to get her into trouble, boy.” Tony warns him.

“Jesse Flounder wouldn’t dare snitch.” Peter’s jaw ticks.

“You better, pray.” Tony warns.

“Parker!” Clint’s voice bellows through the main room.

“Satan, is that you?” Peter grins, looking up at the ceiling. Tony snorts, coughing as he inhales his drink of water, he slaps a hand over his mouth to keep the water in.

“Fight Friday. Get the f**k in the ring.” Clint shakes his head.

“Maybe you can imagine Flounder’s hands on that sweet girl, maybe that’ll give you the boost for a knock out.” Tony smirks.

“f**k off, old man.” Peter punches Tony in the chest as he laughs.

“This Diner Girl?” Clint folds his arms over his chest, grinning.

“Don’t call her that.” Peter groans, running a hand over his face.

“Maybe Buck should stop out at May’s and see if he can get farther with the little waitress than you can.” Clint laughs.

“I’ll f**k you up.” Peter points a finger at Clint.

“Come on Rocky, you train hard and you might make it before her shift ends.” Tony pats him on the shoulder. Peter sighs, rolling his eyes, he shrugs off his leather kutte, Tony grabs it before it falls.

He jogs up the three steps into May’s Diner. Stepping in he inhales the familiar smells, diner food, coffee, and something like home. He strolls over, without waiting to be seated, dropping into the worse table in the place, but it had the best view. The tiny corner booth, gave the best view of the diner, without any trouble.

Moments later, the diner doors open, the chime alerting the place. Soon after Sam and Howie, his best friend and his little brother, drop into the booth with him.

“Worst table in the joint.” Howie chuckles.

“Best view though.” Peter grins at his brother.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” Aunt May stops in front of their table, hands on her hips and a grin on her face. “My boys staying out of trouble?” She glances at each of them.

“Best we can.” Howie chuckles, leaning back in the booth.

“I’m sure.” She rolls her eyes. “You boys come for food or to stare at my waitresses?” She smirks.

“Both.” Peter grins at her.

“I’ll send a girl over.” Aunt May, rolls her eyes before she turns leaving.

The diner’s set up like a retro diner, old school style. Everything in a shade of red, white and black. There’s an old juke box filled with classic rock and a few updated albums. The girls wear old school diner dresses, red and white, with little black aprons. It’s the only place Y/N’s dad would agree to let her work, after finding out the dress is a requirement.

“You must be Aunt May’s favorite.” Howie rolls his eyes, throwing little balls of ripped up napkin at him. Y/N spoke to Aunt May, nodding before she pulled out her order pad heading for them.

“My lucky day.” He grins as she comes to a stop in front of them.

Her dress buttons down the top, little white collar, the short sleeves are trimmed in white, the waist hugs the top of her hips, the skirt is pleated and stops midthigh. Her black apron ties around her waist and sits in the center of her skirt. She wears little all black converse where as most of the other girls wore white sneakers. Her hair pulled up into a ponytail, that bounced when she moves.

“Maybe I’ll have Wanda cover this.” She sasses back.

“Red heads aren’t my thing.” He chuckles, winking at her.

“Right, girls with boyfriends are more your thing?” She smirks.

“I wouldn’t call Jesse Flounder a boyfriend.” Howie snorts, Sam chuckles along.

“Shut it Howard.” She shoots him a glare. Howie looks up with fake offense on his face.

“That fire.” Peter grins, shaking his head slowly.

“You know that’s not very nice girl of you.” Howie tosses out a smirk at her.

“Maybe I’m not a nice girl.” She shrugs a shoulder. Three sets of eyebrows lift as they look at her. “What do you want to order.” She looks up with a smug little smirk.