THE RED WIDOW// peter parker x reader

TWENTY EIGHT

"Now make sure its wrapped tightly and-"

"Put the cream on whenever it feels dry, I know I remember." Peter finished Sam's instructions with a warm smile, watching her as she carefully wrapped his arm with cheap plastic wrap.

She gave peter a look and tugged down his shirt, ignoring the scratchy sound of the plastic as he stood up, squeezing her shoulder gently in an act of gratitude. "I know you know, P. Just making sure. Now shoo away, you're on dinner tonight with Caleb."

Peter thanked Sam again with his sweetest smile and nodded softly, tugging his long sleeves down his arms to protect his fresh tattoos he just got done.

He turned around on his heels and walked past JoJo who sketched in the floor, a new type of laser if peter had to guess. He took a second to look at the youngest boy and the way his small arms swinging in fists to his new found best friend.
He could feel himself literally chocking up at the thought of what brought them all here. At just the reminder of what he's going to do to them.
He's too deep in thoughts when he feels the presence of someone else.

"You're coming, man? It's pasta night."

It was quiet in the kitchen.
A quiet day in general.
Peter could hear Sam and the twin somewhere in the living room, Tommy, who just left the kitchen after stealing a kiss from her boyfriend, said something about studying for some test (which sounded weird enough for peter but he didn't question), and he heard something about Josh and Jojo helping you out with what they called "a big shit of secrets".

He was enjoying the peace, especially with how much chaos happened lately.

Along with the decision you made to take up on another mission with only a few weeks apart, everyone were scheduled for something. From dance training, to learning personal names of targets.
Peter wasn't complaining of course, he was always was a routine type of guy, but he didn't have the time to think properly.
And he had more than enough to think about.

"Lily, Noah and Tommy like the red sauce, I remember you like the Mac n' cheese- right?" Caleb, who was kind enough to take up on the mission of the dough making, just had to recheck with peter. But he continued talking because he already knows the answer "so because the rest like Mac n' cheese too, we'll go with those two bangers."

Peter just nodded in agreement, basically standing there with his hands so far deep in his pockets. "are you sure you don't need to me to help you with-"

"Please- P man, let me cook" he cut peter mid-sentence, giving him a cocky smile "I'm the head chef after all. You can start with shredding the cheese, if it would help feel less FOMO."

He would never let peter feel unincluded, of course.
So peter did as he's told with a subtle smile on his lips.
"How did you get in to it by the way- the whole kitchen and cooking thing, I mean."

Caleb raised an eyebrow, and to Peter's luck, it was playful. He took his time, thinking about his answer as he skillfully breaks another egg into the small hole in the flour. "to be honest, for the fullest, since I'm here," he could feel his heart flooding with nostalgia at the memories that move in his brain like a movie "you know my sister, she doesn't really take eating- or anything that an actual human person needs seriously. After we-" he started but he cut himself off, eyeing peter for a fraction of a second "when we first got here, she was y'know- working hard. I had nothing to do but get up off my untrained ass and do something," the dough was becoming slowly one piece with Caleb's skilled hands "she had to eat to get energy, I was bored. She gave me a shit ton of old cooking books- y'know? Man, those were basically ashes." He talked so softly and the laugh that followed was just as calm.