Those Ocean Eyes and That Charming Smile

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"Do you have any eights?" I ask

"Go fish." Peter replies with a happy, teasing smile

The three of us got bored quickly when Bruce was sick of getting the same answer on his math equation and couldn't figure out why while Peter was walking all around the jet to show me what everything does. He even showed me the secret compartments he told me not to tell a soul about and I agreed so our secret snacks and drinks are kept safe. Eventually, we found some solutions to our boredom and used my magic for some board games that consisted of four rounds of Monopoly which lasted hours long with Bruce always winning because us kids could not figure out how to beat him for the life of us, we even teamed up against him but he still won every time. 

After that, we moved onto Uno which got boring very quickly after a few rounds so I summoned more different board and card games until we settled on the classic Go Fish with a random deck of cards that are plastic and see through so they could be played underwater which was cool and really amazed Peter. Bruce left the game quickly to go and do his own thing so that only leaves Peter and I playing which we don't mind at all. We kept switching between Catch 20, War, Slap Jack which was so fun, and Go Fish. Currently on the latter, I am pretty convinced that Peter is lying about not having any eights.

"The deck is almost gone and we have all the cards laid out except for kings, eights, and aces." I deadpan as I call him out with facts and statistics

"Are you calling me a liar?!" Peter playfully exclaims in offense

"I ain't calling you a truther." I mumble and straighten out my cards

"We never finished our episode of Drake and Josh by the way." He reminds me after our quick fit of laughter

"Yeah, we'll have to finish it when you give up those eights." I squint my eyes and show him a smile to let him know I am onto him

"I told you I don't have it!" He sticks with his lies

After a few hours of the stiff foam seats and the hard floor earning us back and neck aches, I summoned hammocks for all of us to lay in. We all swing high above the seats in the larger than normal hammocks, not going anywhere with how strong my magic is. It's a pretty big spell to keep the wall and us up but I have too much energy anyways and could use the sleep tonight when we eventually go home. Bruce stays swinging to the left of me, parallel above my seat and practically in his own green cocoon that is shut off away from everyone after Hulk said that he wanted it bigger so not wanting to upset the big guy, I made it as big as he wanted with pillows and blankets to make Bruce as comfortable as possible. 

Not to brag or anything but I am Hulk's new favorite Avenger.

Peter and I lay in our own blue and purple hammocks, swinging parallel above his seat and covered in our own blankets and pillows after we matched Hulk's perfect idea of comfort that gets rid of the aches with no medicine because he says medicine is bad to which I agreed. Our playing cards rest on the leather benches sort of messy because we are too high to place them neatly and we refuse to bend down lower so we just toss them down, thinking it will have to do for now. We did set the deck of unused cards on top of the seats so they were easier to reach though and when the game is over, Peter and I switch between using my magic and his webs to collect the cards and shuffle out another game with some cards sticking together thanks to the lab born webs that made me gag at first when I touched it. So far, we are tied with even wins and losses which I am not sure how it happened but it did.

"I still don't believe you, the logic is there." I roll my eyes with a sigh after fighting about it for awhile

"Fine." Peter grumbles and slams his hands down to show the last two pairs of eights I needed to win