The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm glow over Stark Tower as Peter and Morgan scampered through the living room, their laughter echoing off the high ceilings. It was a typical afternoon, filled with the chaotic energy of the Avengers.
“Come on, Morgan! We have to beat them to the kitchen!” Peter exclaimed, sprinting ahead. Morgan giggled, her ponytail bouncing as she raced to keep up with her older brother.
As they entered the kitchen, they found Dad (Tony) and Pops (Steve) sitting at the table, discussing plans for the next Stark Industries project. Natasha was pouring herself a cup of coffee, while Clint and Bucky engaged in a playful debate about the best movie of all time.
“Hey, look who’s here!” Dad called out, a smile breaking across his face. “Our two favorite troublemakers.”
“Dad! Pops!” Morgan exclaimed, running up to hug both men.
“Hey there, munchkin,” Pops said, lifting her into his arms. “What are you two up to?”
“We’re gonna make snacks!” Peter announced, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “And then maybe we can have a movie marathon!”
“Count me in,” Clint said, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth.
As the siblings began their culinary adventure, the other Avengers started to filter in, each greeted with cheerful shouts.
“Uncle Bucky! Uncle Clint! Aunt Natasha!” Morgan called, running to hug each of them in turn.
“I see you’re gearing up for a feast, little chef,” Bucky said, ruffling her hair.
“Can I help?” Morgan asked eagerly, her eyes wide with hope.
“Of course!” Natasha smiled. “Just don’t set anything on fire like your brother did last time.”
Peter shot her a mock glare. “That was one time!”
Just then, the door swung open, and MJ stepped in, her arms filled with books she’d just checked out from the library. “Hey, everyone! What’s cooking?” she asked, a smile breaking across her face.
“Snacks and a movie marathon!” Peter replied excitedly.
Before MJ could say more, Natasha pulled her toward the kitchen table. “You’re just in time! Come sit with me!” she insisted, making room for her on the bench.
“Thanks, Nat,” MJ said, settling next to her. She glanced around, noticing the joyful chaos of everyone preparing snacks. “Looks like I missed all the fun!”
“Don’t worry! You can be the official taste tester!” Morgan said with a grin.
“Count me in for that,” MJ replied, laughing.
Meanwhile, Wanda and Pietro walked into the kitchen, drawn by the commotion. “What’s going on in here?” Wanda asked, her gaze sweeping over the gathering.
“Just planning our snack attack!” Peter replied with a grin.
“Can we help?” Pietro chimed in, his energy infectious.
“Sure! You can be the taste testers,” Peter said, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
Wanda rolled her eyes playfully. “Fine, but only if you promise not to burn anything.”
As they all worked together, laughter filled the kitchen. Peter took a moment to glance around, feeling a warmth spread through him as he watched the Avengers share in the joy of family.
Thor wandered in, lifting his hammer with a grin. “Where is my dear nephew and niece? I heard tales of great feasting!”
“Right here, Uncle Thor!” Peter shouted, waving him over. “We’re about to have a snack-a-thon!”
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His Protective Dad (Starker FF) Completed ✓
FanfictionA story of Peter Parker (Stark) and his sweet, dangerous yet loving dad Tony Stark. A story where a 16 yrs old boy loves his father dearly, who can do to make his son smile. But what happened when his dad found out about him (peter) getting bullied...
