Golden Days✓ Tony Stark [Book 3]

2: The 'Avengers'

I wake up to hurried footsteps and loud shuffling, making me pick up my pillow and throw it in his direction. I know it doesn't hit him because of his stupid ability to sense danger.
"Keep it down." I groaned, shoving my face into the second pillow.

"I'm sorry, Lis. I'm sorry." He says hurriedly making me peek up to see him hopping on one leg, trying to shove the other into his shoe.
"God, I'm so late. I'm gonna miss my bus."

"Peter, are you done? C'mon you're gonna be late. I made breakfast." May calls, knocking on our door.

My head perks up at the sound of breakfast before deflecting when I realized May cooked.

"Hey May?" Peter called out.

"Yeah?"

"Lis is asking me to ask you what you made." He called out and I glared at him.

"I didn't. He's lying." I shouted back as he sticks his tongue out at me.

"I made toast." She says as she opens the door, dressed in her scrubs.
"The jar of Nutella is on the table for Lis, peanut butter is somewhere in the kitchen, hot chocolate is ready. I have to go." She says, pushing up her glasses. "Make sure your brother leaves the house in two. Don't forget your keys again, Peter. I love you two, bye." She rushed out and soon we heard the door slamming shut.

"You heard her," I said as I sat up, "you have to be out in two."

I jumped down from the bunk bed, picking up my pillow and blanket that fell off during the night, flinging them on the bed.

I grab his bag off his bed, shoving his textbooks into it.
"Why didn't you pack your books before you slept?"

"Hey. You're the one that said I should leave everything and go to bed. Literally." He retorts as I pushed his bag into his chest and he lets out an exaggerated oof.

I grabbed the brush off the table, handing it to him as I pulled his collar, arranging it for him.

"Is this my sweatshirt?" I asked.

"What? No. Why would I wear your clothes? It was in my laundry pile." He says scrunching his nose up.

I know it's mine, well technically dad's, I just let it be.

"Whatever. So, do you finally have a date for homecoming?" I asked him as I handed him his jacket.

"No." He replied as he shrug it on.

"Do you have someone you want to ask?" I asked slowly and he starts to blush. "Oooh, you do!" I exclaimed in a teasing voice.

"Stop Lis. I don't even think I'm gonna go." He says, looking everywhere but in my direction.

"Have you asked them? Did they reject you? Come on, give me something." I told him as he walks out of the room and I follow him.

"No, Lis. I'm sooo late. I'm gonna get detention if I'm any later." He says as he grabs a few toast and the jar of peanut butter, spreading it messily on the toast. He shoves it into his mouth, chewing hurriedly.

"Camyoumakdatspishyrishpordima? Uhllteyouamytimgyouwat. Bye. Love you." He says and before I can even comprehend what the fuck he just said, he's out the door, leaving me in the empty apartment by myself.

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I walk across the street sandwich in hand, humming some random 80's song that had been stuck in my head. Fucking PJ and his taste in music.

Something suddenly drops on my head, making me gasp and look up, only to see a familiar spandex clad boy standing on the wall, literally, with his mask half way off his face.