Be There For You {Book Two}

Shock

*heya welcome back this this weird ass book. I like it here and I hope you like it here so enjoy this chapter. I don't really have much to say here atm bcs you all already kind of know what I would say. Larb you all and please get enough sleep, food and water today and tomorrow <3*

No One's POV

Peter paced back and forth in his room waiting for Harley, Alice and Wade to come over. They were all told to come around six with the promise of dinner. Admittedly Peter had forgotten about said dinner and had left the ingredients out on the counter. "This is so stupid.. its not bad news..." he muttered to himself.

Mustering up the will of God Peter went out to the kitchen, got his knife and started to cut up the onions. After he finished cutting them and blinking profusely, he started on the rest of the rest of the vegetable before the meat. The meal plan was to mix the meat and the vegetables together then roll it in pasty with fun designs rolled on top. A recipe Ben and Peter used to make in the early years of them and May living together right up until the day he died. Sadly, May didn't know how to make it and never expressed an interest of wanting to know so it died with Ben; until tonight. Hopefully Wade will remember it, I loved it when he came over and Ben made this with us, Peter thought to himself.

It didn't take long to do it as Peters mind was elsewhere leaving his body to take over in autopilot. Cartoon music played behind him with Sofia humming bleeding into the background noise. It felt peaceful. Unnatural considering....

"Sofia, pet, can you please set the table? I need to get out of my sweats." Pete called over his shoulder.

Sofia paused the cartoon she was watching and skipped over, "Sure. Why though? They've all seen you in sweats dad."

He shrugged in response, ushering out of the way of the oven so he could slide in the dish. "Maybe I want to look nice."

"Because it's with Harley? He's seen you without a shirt and nearly died so~"

"Shush your like 4, how are you talking like that?"

She turned her head to look at him, "Five actually. I think as my dad you're supposed to know that. And I talk like this because Ms Dove always chatted to the nurses and then I'm being raised by you lot so who's fault, is it? Let me answer it for you, cancer and you lot."

"Dam. That got dark."

"Like the food is going to get unless you go get changed."

"Fine, fine. Just remember to get Wades new WALL-E plastic cutlery, he'll get cranky otherwise."

"Okay."

Peter left the cutting board and knifed in the sink to clean later, going into his room to find something a little less casual for the evening. The dilemma was between a normal white t-shirt and black cargos, or I button up black shirt and the black cargos. "Fuck. I don't want to do it, but I have too...." Peter pulled out his phone and called a group chat that hasn't been used in ages.

'Calling SuperFam...'

He waited for any of them to pick up. Surprisingly, all Natasha, Bucky, Steve and Clint picked up.

Peters POV

"Hi!"

"Hey!"

"Hello."

"Heya!"

"Hi guys." i smiled, "I need your help picking an outfit."

"-shut up Clint no one cares about your pink leather boots- sorry, do you want us to face time you instead?"