pov- imagines

HOT CHOCOLATE- P. PARKER

pairings: peter parker x reader, implied mother figure!natasha romanoff x reader, mentions of other characters
warnings: teasing (but all lighthearted)
about: peter is making hot chocolate in the summertime. the avengers have thoughts.

peter can already feel the onslaught of teasing the moment he brings the gallon of milk out of the fridge. sam and bucky are walking past, their conversation quieting and steps pausing when they notice him turning on the stove. "what are you doing? need warm milk to go to sleep?" sam questions, raising an eyebrow and sharing a look with bucky.

"no," peter responds simply, pouring the milk into a mug and then dumping that into a small pot already placed on the lit stovetop. bucky spots the bag of chocolate and mini marshmallow mix on the counter, beginning to frown when tony passes. "stark, your kid is doing something weird again," sam lets him know, the again referring to a week ago, when he caught peter pushing a humongous plant into the elevator. the reason- he prefers not saying.

tony looks from sam to peter, cocking his head when he realizes what he's doing. "are you making hot chocolate right now?" he asks, eyebrows furrowed. "yes," peter answers, a blush growing on his neck at being stared at by his mentor. "in the middle of a very hot summer?" tony continues, tone confused. peter cringes, "yes...?"

"i can't even defend you this time," tony mutters, giving up and walking away after an awkward silent minute of peter refusing to give any more information. "it's like ninety degrees out today," a new voice joins in, which peter instantly recognizes as steve. peter groans, mixing the heating milk with a spoon. "why are you making hot chocolate?" he wonders.

"i just... it just- it isn't even hot in the tower!" peter exclaims in defense, turning to the newly formed group and sighing when he notices natasha walking towards it. great, he thinks, now the scariest person in the world is going to question me. like her being my girlfriend's mother isn't enough.

peter urges the milk to heat faster. it does not oblige.

"you're making hot chocolate?" natasha asks, but peter is relieved to hear only genuine curiosity in her words and not the criticism and teasing he was fearing from her. peter turns to her, "y- yes. yes ma'am i am."

"okay." natasha shrugs after a moment, "don't call me ma'am."

"yes ma'am," peter nods, watching her leave and squeezing his eyes shut when he realizes his mistake. "mister parker, the milk is about to burn," friday informs helpfully, making peter turn back to what he was supposed to be paying attention to quickly and shutting off the stove. he cannot go through making another batch because he burnt milk in front of the avengers. "thank you friday," he says.

he drains the milk into the mug again, chuckling softly when he reads the monogrammed words on the side of it, spiderman? nah. yourman. he still remembers your bright grin when he gave it to you for christmas, immediately easing all his worries that it was too cheesy. you had laughed when he told you his other options, pushing at his shoulder and scolding him for not putting them all on there.

it was your favorite mug nonetheless, and you never let anyone- other than him- touch it.

the metal spoon he's using to mix in the chocolate powder clinks against the ceramic of the mug, inviting more narrowed eyes at him. "hot chocolate? oh, that's such a good idea," scott notes from his place next to hope as he walks to the elevator. "it's not. you were just complaining over how hot you were," hope points out. "maybe cassie will want some," scott trails off.

peter sighs in relief when he feels the mix is blended together enough, reaching over to his side to grab the bag of mini marshmallows. "more?" someone criticizes behind him, and peter nods as he drops some into the mug. you always like extra.

"um. goodbye," peter excuses when he turns, startled to still see sam and bucky standing there. he can still see them staring while the elevator doors close, making him exhale a breath he didn't realize he was holding when the doors shut completely. his fingers tap against your mug while the elevator rises, his eyes watching the little red numbers in front of him rise until they reach your floor. he straightens his back, the sting of the burn from the hot chocolate unnoticeable to him because of his spider enhancement. it's why you always hand him your hot drinks. you always kiss his fingers and nose in thanks, though.

he steps out when the doors part, walking straight to your room and quietly pushing open the door. "pete!" you say happily, throwing your phone on your bed while you sit up to greet him. "my hot chocolate!" you gasp, taking it from his hands and smelling it, "just how i like it," you smile.

"you know i was just kidding, right?" you ask tentatively, putting the mug down on your bedside table and grabbing his warmed hands to press your lips all over his fingertips. "i did not," peter replied with a laugh, "d'you still want it?"

"of course, i was kidding about wanting you to make me one but i still want one nonetheless," you declare, pressing a kiss to his nose and then, finally, to his lips. "thank you," you mutter against them, one of your hands sneaking around his neck to play with the soft curls at the nape of his neck. "'course," your boyfriend whispers, kissing you again.

"i hope no one gave you a hard time," you comment, leaning away from peter to grab your mug, fingers unconsciously tracing the words of the pun on your mug. your other hand is busy with the spoon, grabbing all of the marshmallows and putting them in your mouth as you moan at the taste. "i forgot how much i missed this," you mumble, still waiting for his response.

"no. no hard time, but everyone thinks i'm weird now," he tells you, making you laugh. "you are," you shrug, giggling at the look of betrayal on his features as you drink your hot chocolate. "you're the one who wanted a hot chocolate in the summer!"

"you're the one who puts up with me," you retort, snuggling into him when he settles in next to you, drawing an arm around your shoulders. "with pleasure," he replies, kissing your forehead.