Ava's POV
Abuela made really good tamales. We had rice and beans with every meal. She had immigrated from Mexico before my parents were born so pretty much every meal she cooked was Mexican food, which I loved. But something about going to Peter's house, where Aunt May made hamburgers and meatloaf and pasta and casseroles... it was different, it was exciting. Throughout elementary school while I had the school's free lunch program food, Peter was bringing fucking, chicken salad sandwiches and Lunchables and I was jealous for some reason. I know a lot of people would kill for my Abuela's cooking, but when you have it every day white people food starts to sound like it hit.
Well, Stella's lunches never sounded good because they were all fucking fruits and vegetables, but Peter's looked good enough that occasionally I would ask Aunt May if she could make me lunch like Peter. And when Abuela started working 5 nights a week, those 5 nights I ate at Peter's, even though Abuela always told Paul "asegúrese de que los niños coman" (make sure the kids eat) before she left. I grew to love Aunt May's cooking, even though sometimes she burnt her garlic bread, or her mashed potatoes grew cold before she could finish the gravy. It wasn't always perfect, but it was always perfect to me. Just like Louis, which was why having dinner with Aunt May and Louis was my best possible scenario. And Peter was there too of course, because when isn't Peter there?
"Thanks for keeping an eye on this one." Louis told Peter, putting his arm around me as we were cleaning up the kitchen after dinner.
"My job." Peter shrugged.
"Whatever, my job is looking after you." I pointed out.
"Watch it, Ava, I'm pretty sure you didn't have to carry me on your back swinging from buildings halfway across the city." Peter commented.
"YOU SWUNG ME HOME?! ARE YOU STUPID?! WHAT IF YOU DROPPED ME?!" I yelled.
"But I didn't." He shrugged.
"But what if you did?! If I died Louis would never forgive you!" I said, trying to incorporate Louis into our conversation. I'll admit historically it's hard to be in conversations with me and Peter because we're pretty much always arguing.
"Eh." Louis commented.
"Lewis!" I scolded, hitting him on the arm.
"Pretty sure I'd be doing everyone a favor." Peter taunted, lightly punching my arm several times like I was a goddamn punching bag. I swung at him but Super Spidey Reflexes ducked out of the way.
"Peter Parker!" Aunt May scolded, appearing out of nowhere standing in the doorway to the kitchen. She was holding a magazine and came over to Peter and smacked his arm with it, but like not even hard at all.
"Ow!" Peter complained, moving away from her. She followed him around the kitchen periodically smacking him when she was in range, while me and Louis laughed at him and all of sudden she smacked me and Louis with her magazine too.
"What did we do?!" I complained.
"I don't know, you both just kind of look suspicious." Aunt May said.
"They are suspicious Aunt May! Ava's bullying me!" Peter complained.
"I am not!" I pouted.
"And Louis keeps threatening to fight me!" Peter added.
"You broke my sister's heart!" Louis argued. I remember when I first met Louis and he used to talk about fighting Peter because he broke Stella's heart. I used to think him being protective of Stella was hot as fuck, but now I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes.
"She broke up with me, psycho!" Peter laughed.
"Yes, because she has standards." Louis said.
