Peter Parker

At Tony Stark's thank-you party, all the Avengers had gathered: Tony, Thor, Hulk, Clint, Natasha, Wanda, Doctor Strange, Peter, and you.

You were standing next to Peter when another wealthy guest approached you.

"Hello, young milady. You look stunning."

"Hello, thank you," you replied politely.

"Would you like to keep me company? I'm sure I could make this evening much more interesting."

Peter, who had been standing silently beside you, slowly turned his head.

His gaze instantly turned cold.

"She already has company."

The man chuckled.

"I was actually talking to her."

Peter took a step forward.

"And I actually said: she's busy."

A brief silence fell over the room.

Natasha exchanged a look with Clint.

"Wow. Parker is seriously pissed."

Peter didn't even look at them. He kept his eyes fixed solely on the man.

"Try to flirt with her one more time, and you'll be dealing with me. Got it?"

"Peter," you said softly.

He simply placed his hand on your waist, without breaking eye contact with the rich man.

"I'm just giving a warning."

Thor chuckled.

"Now I see why they call him Spider-Man."

The man, finally taking the hint, backed away.

"Have a good evening."

Once he left, you looked at Peter.

"Are you jealous?"

Peter looked at you calmly.

"Yes."

"A lot?"

He gave a slight smirk.

"Enough to make sure nobody forgets that you're with me."

Natasha whispered quietly to Clint:

"I think it's best if we don't test his patience today."