Dear Mr. Parker,

I've Never Been to Taco Bell

"Wanna get Taco Bell?" he asks, at some point.

"Sure," I smile.

"Then we gotta stop by my house and let me get out of my suit," he explains.

"Alright," I agree. 

We swing around for a bit more before going back to his apartment. He puts on regular clothes and I remember how heating feels. 

"You ready to go?" he asks, looking at me. "Wait, no. You're gonna freeze." He runs away and reappears with a hoodie and a coat. He throws them at me and I put them on. They're slightly to big but I love them anyways. 

We leave his apartment and begin the walk to Taco Bell. Once we arrive, I look around. I recognize the person working the counter. The only other person besides us is Bucky scarfing down burritos in the corner booth so after we get our food we move to the other side of the restaurant. 

"So wait, he did what?" I ask, in the middle of Peter's story.

"Yeah, he sat on the stove, that was on, because he didn't realize, and set his pants on fire," Peter repeats. 

"Isn't he like a master assassin?" I ask.

"Clint's not really anything," Peter laughs.

"Ooh, the shade," I point out.

"Thanks for the blackmail," I tell him as we throw our trash away and leave.

"Hey look, snow!" he says, excitedly running to the empty lot next door. 

It just started sticking to the ground so I spin around looking up at the sky, praying a snowflake doesn't get in my eye or something. I hear Peter laughing as I keep spinning. I accidentally run into him so he pulls me in a hug close to his body. He puts his forehead on mine.

"Hi," I smile.

"Hello," he responds, before kissing me.