mcu smut/fluff

SFW fluff/ a LITTLE sexual action but not much cos Peter is a baby
It was far too early for someone to be awake. The sky was still dark and the cold air from the night before engulfed your room.
"Good morning (Y/N), your 7 hours of sleep are over. It is 5:30 am. Please rise and get prepared for training with Peter Parker before you head off for school." Your personal AI said.
You were still adjusting to life in the Avengers facility. The fact that mum even let you move out at the age of 16 was inexplicable. It had been 1.5 weeks of life surrounded with superheroes. You are one of no less, but you always felt like you were more on the useless side of things. Invisibility is your power, shooting power balls out of your hands to make other objects unseen. But it just seemed like your power was to hide, because your weakness was hand to hand combat after all.
10 minutes passed as you struggled to roll out of bed. You folded over the bed sheets which had collected your warmth to reveal your favourite bralette and black tracksuit pants. Your feet slowly came in contact with the soft carpet in your room. There were still boxes in your room, filled with clothes and textbooks. You leaned more towards the lazy type of people, evidently.
"Miss (Y/N), it is currently 5:45. Your training commences in 15 minutes." The AI said. Damn tony for setting this up for you. It drilled you every day, like a robot mother.
You moved towards the boxes on the floor filled with clothing. You attempted to find any sport leggings, shirt and zip-up jumper so you could hop right to school after. Soon later, once you had finished scavenging for clothes you heard a few foot steps nearing you. Standing up in caution, your eyebrows knitted.
"Hey, um I'm so sorry (Y/N)-", luckily it was just Peter, "oh whoops sorry". He proceeded to look away and held his hands out in protest in front of his eyes.
"Peter it's alright, lemme just put on my shirt I'll be right down" you chuckled.
"Oh, okay- er, see you soon" Peter said as he feverishly walked away.
You placed the shirt over your head while catching glimpses of peters body and legs as he walked away from you. You laced your arms through the shirt while walking out of the room with your school bag and jumper.

"Hey Pete" you said as you entered the training room. It had a mat on the floor with machines scattered around the corners with grand interactive mirrors which sensed your movements. He stood facing himself in the mirror, ripping bicep curls. Although he was meters away from you, your could see his string muscles stretching his shirt every time he pulled his arm back up. You could help but be a little impressed by your work out buddy.
A/N stay tuned for more :)