Brown Eyes

Chapter 11

It is the next day, and you and Tony have not talked about last night, instead falling back into your regular routine. The only difference is a noticeable comfort of being in the same room, and a shared understanding of support between the two of you. You have been wrestling with yourself over whether to tell him or not, but are still afraid of his reaction, so you have been suffering that battle in silence, along with some weird looks from Wanda. Although, now that you think about it, Tony has been giving you some looks too, almost like he is planning something. He always seems to have something up his sleeve. Hopefully whatever it is, it doesn't blow up the lab this time.

Peter comes into the Avenger's common room after class to see you and Bruce leaning over the counter reading another scientific research paper, talking quietly to each other, while Tony stands in front of the coffee maker, eagerly waiting for his fresh cup. The other Avengers are spaced out around the common room paying the three of you no mind.

Looking up at the sound of someone entering the room, you smile at Peter, returning your eyes to the papers in front of you. A moment later you realize Peter is snickering at you. You give him a questioning look, but don't notice all the other Avengers have turned their gaze to Peter as he laughs.

"You didn't come home last night, so I assume that is the only clean shirt you had here. Must be laundry day," is all he states. You look down at what you are wearing, realization flashing across your face before you look back up and grin at him. To the average person, a band shirt and tight black jeans would appear to be your average look, as it is what you wear most days to the tower, but it's the contents of the shirt that he is mentioning.

"What? You don't like my shirt? After the week I just had, you get what you get. Do your own laundry this week, and if you have time... do mine too. Although, if you can get me this shirt signed, I may reconsider," you joke with a huge grin. You wrap your arm around his shoulder, as he has come to stand next to you. He snorts and shoves your arm off.

"Yeah right."

"Come on! It would be worth a fortune! I'll have you know, only 10 of these shirts were ever made."

"I don't disagree, I just don't think that you are important enough to get them to sign your shirt." His eyes light up as his smile grows. You roll your eyes, shoving him away from you.

"Whatever." The other Avengers are watching the interaction with smiles of their own, but Tony is the one to speak up as he pushes a mug of coffee across the counter at you.

"I have to say, I am often oddly proud and appreciative of your expert band shirt collection. It almost rivals my own, but I have never heard of...." He squints trying to read the name, "WhiteHips?" He reads, voice turning up in a question. You smile at him in thanks for the coffee, but your face heats up slightly at the name being uttered out loud. Peter wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your head. You can feel him laughing.

"We really should have tried harder on the name huh?" he says, pinching your side. You smack his hand away.

"It was your idea to use a random name generator."

"Whatever. I take it back. I like the name." You smile at that in agreement. The others are still watching, but are even more confused now.

"I feel like I am missing something," Steve voices from his spot on the couch a couple feet away, sketch book in hand.

"You are not the only one," Tony concedes.

"Nothing overly important," you assure.

"Care to enlighten us?" Bruce asks from beside you. You shake your head at him, but cave when he raises his eyebrows at you and pears at you over his glasses.