Our own little family

Chapter 16: My hands.

Ello

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"And let's be real, who's hand is she in now, huh?"

  *Before the accident, In Queens*

"Y/n, slow down!" Steve reached out for you, keeping pace as you practically sprinted down the hallway, "We still have to meet the guardian of this kid!"

"I know but come on! Hurry!" You shouted, jumping up and down at the destination, "I'm so excited, I haven't seen him in months, you think he'll be just as excited as me? Who am I kidding, of course he is!"

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head, "Stubborn kid. He might not even be home. Hopefully."

"Trust me," You grinned, "He is."

As soon as the pair was close enough, you turned and knocked on the door. There was a few seconds of silence, then a quick "Coming!". You were containing your excitement so much that you didn't notice your hands were shaking. You missed Peter, only being able to text him was a hassle even when you had nothing to do. Your thumbs just got tired fast. The door opened and you saw a tall, brown haired woman standing there. She wore glasses, had a rag draped over her bare shoulder, and walked around in a tank top and sweatpants. She looked so nice.

"Hi, can I help you with something?" She asked, her smile seemed to ease your nervousness from her entrance.

"Yeah, uhm, we're here to see Peter?" Steve waved a bit, "Y/n wanted to see him, urgently. Please."

"Y/n?" She asked, looking down slightly to meet your gaze, "Oh! You're Y/n? Peter's talked so much about you! Come in, come in! I'm his Aunt by the way."

"James." Your dad introduced.

"Steve." Your father introduced.

You thanked her and quickly rushed in, standing near the door. She went over and sat the rag down on the kitchen counter, holding up a finger.

"One moment, he's most likely doing homework." She jogged down the hall, "Peter!"

You took the moment to look around her apartment. It was small but cute, homey. Something Peter would like, definitely. You also looked for anything weird, just because she was nice didn't mean she couldn't do any harm to Peter. All of a sudden, you three heard a door swing open, harshly hitting the wall.

"Peter! Don't be so reckless!" You heard his Aunt inform.

"Sorry, Aunt May!"

Peter.

"Y/n!" Peter called, coming into the living room and skidding across the floor, "Y/n! Oh my god!"

He couldn't even make it over to you before he clumsy tripped over his feet, landing on his butt. You held back laughter, racing over to meet him halfway. You jumped ontop of him, hugging the life out of him.

"Peter!" You hugged him tighter.

He wrapped his arms around you just as tight, "I haven't seen you in forever! I missed you so much!"

You pulled back and helped him off the floor. He studied you, checking your arms and face.

"How does five months make you look so much older? What are you, seven now?" He joked, slinging an arm over your shoulder.

"Haha. Actually I turned 15 a couple days ago." You stuck your tounge out, "Besides, you look different too. How does five months turn your tiny body into a body builder?"