Assemble | Avengers | Second Part

Captiolo (33) Trentatre ~ Best Meal

~Avery~

Olivia really is a genius, even if it's accidental.

"...just straight up tell him."

God, it was brilliant. Ever since the idea popped into my mind, I kept imagining what would happen if I slipped the news into a conversation.

Would he sputter, like he does? Would he stare at me with wide eyes?

Would he be happy? Would he be... I don't know, upset?

Oh, god, does he even want another kid? We already have three- two. We already have two kids. Peters gone.

My grip on the steering wheel tightened so much that my knuckles went white, and my mind started to race as I pulled into the garage of our home. My head slumped forward after putting the car in park, my forehead now resting on the steering wheel.

"Miss Lynn?" I jumped hearing the robotic female voice, taking a deep breath to try to calm my now racing heart. "I've detected the beginning stages of a panic attack. Would you like for me to contact Mr. Stark? Or Mr. Keener?"

"No, no, Friday, I'm- I'll be okay." I shook my head, finally unfastening my seat belt and getting out of the car.

Walking into the house, I was met with a delicious smell, with Tony and Harley cooking in the kitchen while Morgan used the island to stir whatever baked goods she was preparing.

"What, what's going on?" I asked, dropping my purse on one of the island chairs.

"Well, I've started feeling like my devilishly handsome self again-" Both teens gagged as Tony set down his wooden spoon before walking over to me, placing his hands on my arms. "And I wanted to do something to thank you. You've been amazing to me, Peg, more than I'll ever deserve. So, the kids helped me in whipping a little something up."

Tony moved his left hand to hold my right, while his other hand grabbed an old, crumbled piece of paper behind him. With an expectant look from all three in the kitchen, I took the paper, looking it over as my eyes progressively widened.

"Is this... my father's recipe for Ricotta Gnudi?"

"With Pomodoro Sauce! I found it in one of your boxes in the shed." Morgan smiled. "And I looked up Italian deserts so we could do a whole Italian vibe. Hope you like Cherry and Dark Chocolate Crostata!"

"I've always wanted to try Crostata," I mumbled, a smile finally gracing my features. "God, I love you guys."

My hands moved to cup Tony's face, peppering him with kisses before doing the same to Harley, who was closest, and then to Morgan, both kids scrunching their faces in discomfort, but neither moving to pull away.

Harley had ordered me to change into more comfortable clothes, saying I wasn't allowed to come back until I was out of my stuffy work clothes. Once his orders were fulfilled, I walked back out to find the boys plating dinner while Morgan put the Crostata in the oven. All of us sat around the dinner table, and I could literally feel my heart warming as I looked at some of the people I love most.

"Mama Ave? You okay?" Harley asked, his face drawn in confusion.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm great." I smiled.

"Are you sure?" Morgan pressed a bit.

"Yes, it's just... overwhelming, a bit. No one's ever done something like this for me before." I mumbled, though I was sure everyone at the table heard.

"Dad!" Morgan practically screeched, throwing a dinner roll at her father's head. "You've never made Mama Avery dinner?"

"Well, I've- I've taken her out a lot! To some really nice places, too!" Tony tried to defend himself, and I chuckled as the two Starks bickered.