Kidnapped: Again?!?! (Solangelo x Avengers)

Part 19.

A/N: Really sorry this chapters late, I'm moving house in a few weeks so I've been pretty busy. Updates my be even slower for a while, but I'll see what I can do!

Flashback

I then twirl my fork in the spaghetti and hold it in the air, glaring at it in an accusatory manner before exclaiming in a comically horrendous Italian accent, "Mamma Mia! *gasp* The pasta- she is" this time, both Peter and I gasp before yelling as one, "UNDERCOOKED!"

Will POV:

No. Way. It's been AGES since I've seen Peter!

The author told me that some people were confused earlier so she told me to explain. I met Peter six years ago on a two day long luxury train ride. How did we afford a luxury two day train ride you may be thinking, I'm not quite sure. I suspect mother one a bet of some sort, and took me and a newborn Alice with her. She wasn't as bad then...

ANYWAYS that's getting depressing, on with my story. Me and Peter met in the kids compartment, we were the only kids on the train so we just had to play with each other. The first thing we did was play house, but since I will die before I'm normal, we played as two high class Italians in the seventeenth century. I was the mom, and Peter was the spoiled nine year old son.

Reverse time skippy~

I stir the invisible pasta as it cooks on the stove, humming a song I had heard on the radio.

"Mom! When's the pasta done? I. Want. PASTA!" Calls Peter from where he sits at the plastic table, bursting into a fit of giggles.

"I've got it right here, it just needs to finish cooking!" I call in a very distinguished falsetto voice, tinged with what I presume to be an Italian accent.

"NOW! I want it now! I'm about to die of hunger!" Cries Peter, dramatically placing a hand on his forehead. I gasp in fear of the possibility that my one and only child might die of starvation and rush to him with the bowl of pasta.

"Here we are!" I exclaim, resting the empty bowl in front of him, stepping back as Peter ravenously dives for the bowl.

Peter pretends to take a large scoop of pasta, shoves it into his mouth, and chews aggressively, swallowing it shortly after.

A disgusted expression transforms Peter's face as he stabs another invisible piece of pasta and holds hit in the air, glaring as if he had a personal vendetta.

(Say it with me)
"Mama Mia! *Gasp* The pasta- she is, UNDERCOOKED!" Peter then proceeded to fake pass out.

This time skippy is brought to you by the Back To The Present™️ franchise~

"What, the, fuck," mumbles Clint, looking just as bewildered as everyone else.

"So, do you two like, know each other or something?" Says Tony as he fiddles with his fork.

I'm still shaking with silent laughter, so Peter answers for me, "Yup, we met on a train," he then turns his focus on me, "so, how've you been? Been attacked by anymore bloodthirsty chickens?" At his last question, Nico turns to look at me inquisitively before seemingly shrugging it off. Demigods get a lot of exposure to strange things, so I guess murderous chickens can't be that far of a stretch.

Le time skippy to just after dinner brought to you by the All Clouds Have Souls foundation~

Placing me and Nico's plates into the dish washer, I start to make my way out of the room, my yellow sneakers making little noise on the tile. Just moments from escape, I feel a hand gently fall onto my shoulder. Dang it.

"Hey, we were wondering you guys wanted to watch a movie with us?" Asks Steve, sounding hopeful.

"Um, sure. I guess. I'll go get Nico." Is my mumbled reply. Not sure why I'm agreeing to this, but it's too late now.

A/N: again, super duper sorry for how outrageously late this chapter is. It's honestly just a filler, but I've come up with a plot idea so that'll start in the next couple of chapters.

If any of you have any requests/anything you would like to see in this book, let me know and I might try to incorporate them. Updates are still gonna be pretty slow with the move and all, but I'll try to get one out soonish.

-Theresa