Wrong Number, Pytor.///DISCONTINUED

Heyy Mom, Dad..

One time my friend and I manged to trick our teacher into thinking we didn't know each other since i was a new student..

lmao nah we have our mutual and managed to become friends

------------------------

I realize i haven't actually written anything involving text but just- i g n o r e  t h a t.

--------------------------

 "Mr. Parker, Mr. Keener. Boss has requested your presence in the Avengers living area." F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s Irish accent  played through the speakers in the ceiling. Peter took Harley's headphones off the latter's , trying to look calm in the situation. Internally, he was freaking out about meeting his childhood heroes, and it unfortunately showed. His parents told them stories about their missions and some funny situations the Avengers have some how gotten themselves into.

  You wouldn't think an Avenger (*cough* *cough* Scott Lang *cough*) could get themselves stuck in a wall. Yet here the flip we are. Or blow up have of the lab (or as Harley said, the new Wilbur Soot [currently watching Wilbur Soot play phasmophobia so sorry not sorry.]).

  As they were walking towards the elevator, Peter was fidgeting with his hands, while Harley was uncharacteristically playing the ends of his shirt. You can't blame him for being nervous: he's about to meet Earth's Mightiest Heroes! They could kill you if they wanted to, and get away with it. Although if they did I don't think Peter would handle that well, Harley thought.  "You seem nervous." Peter remarked. Harley just raised an eyebrow at him. "You're one to talk, Mr. I-am-playing-with-my-hands-because-mom-and-dad-are-gonna-kill-me." He sassed back. Peter just chuckled and "lightly" (although with his super strength it was slightly hard) pushed Harley into the elevator.

  Peter went to click the button, when he realized he doesn't know the Avenger's living area floor. "F.R.I.D.A.Y., can you take us to the Avengers living area?" He asked, staring at the ceiling. "Of course, Mr. Parker." "Just Peter is fine." "Ok, Peter." He smiled as he felt the elevator go up.

  "If F.R.I.D.A.Y. weren't there, I'd say you look like a complete nut job, talking to the ceiling." Harley laughed a little. Peter sent him a glare, which made him shut up immediately. "Not that it's a bad thing! Just, imagine seeing someone standing in the middle of an elevator, talking to no one." He quickly spoke. It was Peter's turn to laugh as Harley's face went red from embarrassment (and maybe because he's a si m p).

  The elevator dinged, and it opened up to show the Avengers. THE AVENGERS in their living area. Ohmygodwe'reintheAvengerslivingarea, Peter thought. He hadn't thought about it before, but now standing there it all came crashing down on him. "Harley, maybe we should leave." He went to turn around, when he heard a loud "HEY" behind him. He froze, and turned around slowly, just to be face to face with The Winter Soldier, knives in hands, pointed at the teenager's throats. "Who are you." He said, sending a deadly glare towards both boys. "I-i-i-I'm P-Peter Parker, sir." Peter stuttered out, and focused his gaze on Harley, who was frozen on spot. "I-I'm Harley- Keener sir." He somehow managed to say. Bucky's gaze softened for a split second, before going back to his glare. Wierd.

  Peter heard footsteps come from behind Bucky. Two people came up from behind him, those two people being none other than Hawkeye and the Black Widow. They stared at him wide-eyed, making Peter freeze. "Баки, скажи Тони, что кто-то прибыл." (Translation: Bucky, go tell Tony someone has arrived.) Bucky nodded, and went to go fine said man. 

  Once they couldn't hear or see him, Clint and Natasha turned to Peter and Harley. "What are you two doing here?!" Clint whisper-yelled. "H-hi Mr. Barton, Miss, Romanoff.." Harley just smiled nervously, which fell when he saw Natasha's expression. "МАМА! Я собирался рассказать вам о стажировке, но мы думали, что будем на более низких уровнях! Нет, его личные стажеры. Если бы мы знали это, мы бы сказали вам." (MOM! I was gonna tell you about the internship, but we thought we were gonna be the lower levels! Not, his personal interns. If we knew that we would have told you.) Peter rambled.

  There's no way he can get out of this one. Natasha sighed, seeing her son's distress (I legit forgot this is Clintasha and yeah).

  "Как долго вы двое работаете с ним? (How long have you two been working with him?)" She asked. Clint decided to talk to Harley about this, seeing as the teen didn't understand Russian. "Harley says they've been working with him for two months." Clint replied for Peter sternly. "Two months.. ОК.." Natasha breathed out. She was amazed on how her own son was able to hide something this big from her for two months, but she did always get home late. "Мама, мне жаль, что я не сказал тебе, но я боялся, что ты не позволишь мне ..(Mom I'm sorry I didn't tell you but I was afraid you wouldn't let me.." "Питер, конечно, я бы позволил тебе, но мы должны быть осторожны, ладно? Мы не готовы рассказать им о вас.(Peter of course I would let you, but we have to be cautious ok? We're not ready to tell them about you.)" Natasha put her hands on the boys shoulders as he nodded.

  Harley opened his mouth to say something, when Peter heard footsteps coming towards them. He took Nat's shoulders off him, indicating he hears someone coming. They all quickly changed positions, to make it seem as if they were interrogating the boys. Tony walks into the room, smiling slightly as he clapped his hands loudly, gaining everyone's attention.

  "Peter! Harley! I thought you wouldn't have come." The boys smiled sheepishly. "Romanoff, please don't scare my interns away. You already do so in the lower levels without noticing." Pete chuckled slightly, remembering what Clint had told him when he was younger: Natasha had once accidentally scared off an intern who had bumped into her unintentionally. "Shut it, Stark." She sneered, obviously not having his shit.  Tony mockingly put his arms up in surrender. "Come on, I'll introduce you to rest of the team." As though hesitantly, Peter and Harley followed him into the large living area of the Avengers.

--------------------------------------------

HI SO SORRY I DIDNT GET THIS OUT SOONER I HAVEN'T HAD THE COMPUTER FOR A WHILE AND THERES NO WAY IN HELL IM GONNA WRITE ON MY PHONE-

i cant even write one text on my phone without like- 12,000,000 spelling errors lmfao-

ALSO I'VE BEEN THINKING OF WRITING ANOTHER BOOK (while continuing this one, duh).

Its gonna be Marvel because I'm me.

and it's gonna be one of those Avengers react books.

that is, IF I do it. I'll tell yall if I do?

Oki- Have a good day!

Word Count: 1,131