Featuring: She/Her Andrea Love interest (if any): Aged up!Peter Parker, Aged down!Natasha Romanoff (Andrea is 24, Peter is 25 and Natasha is 27 so it's not that bad!!) Warnings: Spice, Polyamorous relationship, hickeys and mentions of make-outs (I am a minor, I do not make smuts! Get yo minds out of the gutter!) pills but not in a bad way Summary: Natasha, Peter and Andrea were having a night to themselves, resulting in everyone finding out about their secret relationship. Word count: 1020 Suggested by: Their name will be anonymous.
Andrea's POV: As I wake up and pry open my eyelids, my head begins to throb with a headache. Not only that, but my neck is sore. I throw the covers back and get out of bed, walking to my closet. I open the doors and look through my clothes, trying to find something to wear. I settle on a notched gray sweater-shirt and a pair of high-waisted jeans. (If you don't like the outfit I'm sorry, you can imagine something else)
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My head begins to throb even more now, as I try to remember what was happening yesterday. I walk into my bathroom to do something with my hair. I end up settling on some light waves that cover my shoulders and come in front of my neck. Rummaging through drawers, I find my makeup kit, and apply a little bit of mascara and lipgloss. Not too much, but I still want to look nice. I am only lounging around the compound today.
I walk out of the room and head to the downstairs part of the compound for breakfast. Stomping down the stairs, I hear multiple people saying stuff like, "Here she comes" or, "I'd recognize those footsteps anywhere" and, "She's alive!" I roll my eyes as the team comes into view. "Of course I'm alive Tony. It's only noon." I retort. He scoffs. "Only noon?" He says.
I smile, rolling my eyes again. I sit down in one of the seats at the table. "Where are Peter and Natasha? I would've thought they'd be back from their mission by now." I say. A few of them shrug their shoulders, a few saying, "No idea." My head begins to pound against my skull again. "Ugh, I think while I was out last night I got a little too drunk. My head is killing me."
I get up and walk towards one of the cabinets to grab some medicine. "Sorry to hear that 'Drea. Where were you yesterday?" Bruce says in response. I grab the medicine and internally freeze as the night flashes back to me.
I pour some water into a glass and swallow the pills. "Hanging out with some friends at a bar." I lie through my teeth. Really, I was with my boyfriend and girlfriend, Peter and Natasha. We're dating each other, and decided to have a night to ourselves, resulting in a little bit of spicy-ness.
I walk back to the kitchen counter and sit on one of the barstools next to Bruce. "It was some new place I don't usually go to." Wanda takes a sharp inhale through her teeth. "That in itself is a bad thing honey. With this after going to a new bar? Do you think someone could've slipped something into your drink?" She says walking over and sitting next to me.
"Nah, my friends and I watch each other's drinks when we can't. And I didn't leave it unattended at all." A door slams, and we all turn our heads towards where the noise came from. "Hey guys, sorry we're late." A familiar voice says. Two pairs of footsteps are walking towards us and I recognize the voice as Nat.
"Yeah, where were you both?" Steve says, folding his arms. "Natasha," Peter starts, looking at her with a joking smile, "decided to take a shortcut to get us here from the early morning mission we had." Nat rolls her eyes. "Oh don't act like you could've had the gps figured out Spider." She says laughing.
I laugh along with the rest of them, but it immediately turns to a groan. Everyone turns to look at me wild my hands fly up to meet my temples. "Alright you know what? Screw the wavy hair, Wanda can I borrow a hair elastic?" I ask.
She hands me one off her wrist and I get to work on my hair. I tie it up in a loose high messy bun off of my shoulders and neck and I hear everyone gasp. I look around at them in confusion, before my eyes settle on both my partner's eyes, which are covered complete and utter shock.
"What's going on guys?" I ask. Steve stands up. "Ok, who the fuck, when the fuck, why the fuck?!" He yells. Sam hits him on the arm while Bucky says, "Language Steve." Wanda walks over to me taking a mirror out of her pocket. She opens it and gives it to me.
I take the mirror in my hands and she says, lJust look at your neck sweetheart!" My eyes go wide and I nearly drop the mirror. I had looked into the mirror at my neck to see it littered with hickeys. And not a few. A ton.
I give her the pocket mirror and my hands go straight back to my temples. "Damn it." I say under my breath. "You obviously weren't with friends last night, so who is it you're seeing?!" Tony says from behind me.
"And don't think we're mad, we're just very shocked at this." Bruce says reassuringly. I look up at Peter and Nat, who both nod. They walk over to me and we all say, "The three of us have been dating for the past few months."
The Avengers sit (or stand) in silence before Sam breaks it. "So you're a throuple?" Bucky smacks him in the back of the head. "Sam!" He yells. "What?! It's a genuine question!" We all laugh at his stupidity before I say, "Yeah, that's one way to put it."
