Spider-Man's Avengers

Chapter 8: Peter's Party

Steve:

"Who are we inviting?" I asked Tony as we were all sitting down planning a party for a depressed 16 year old.

"Anyone whose anyone." He said.

"Is Peter still asleep?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah. He's still upset." I answered.

"Where's Wade and Scott?" Thor asked.

"They're at home, they wanted to do some weird-" Tony started to say.

"Language!" I interrupted him.

"Whatever." He looked back down at his tablet, sending invitations.

"Let's not do Kanye, because Kim's gonna bring him anyway." Natasha said.

"Let's drop Pitbull because he's a bust." I threw away that idea.

"Forget any presidential candidates because I mean, who wants that Hilary guy anyway." Tony said.

"Well, that's all we need. We got rid of all the bad ideas, now let's invite all the other people." Thor said.

"Is there anything else?" Clint asked.

"I don't think so?" I looked over at Tony just to make sure.

"That's it. Let's get the party started shall we?" He raised his champagne glass, and so did we.

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Peter:

"Peter?" I heard a whisper from the door.

"What?" I moaned.

"We have dinner." Steve whispered.

"Why are you whispering?" I was beginning to get annoyed by the super soldier.

"No reason. I just thought you were sleeping." His voice becoming louder.

"I'm not hungry." I lied, my stomach was growling as I said that.

"You don't expect me to believe that do you? You are a growing teenage boy, and your stomach just growled." He caught me.

My stomach and I gave up and I got out of bed and went to the door.

"Come on." Steve said.

I followed him until we got to the kitchen.

"Where's the food?" I asked.

"It's in the dining room." He said.

"We have a dining room?" I asked.

He ignored me and we went on walking.

Finally we reached a door.

"This is the dining room?" I asked.

"Yeah, we just never eat in it." He laughed.

He opened the two doors and music started blasting into my ears. I went through black curtains and entered a room full of people.

The music suddenly stopped and Tony turned around.

"Surprise!" The crowd yelled.

Confetti fell and blasted out from everywhere. It scared the crap out of me.

"Peter! So glad your here!" Tony smiled.

"Do they know?" I asked him with a mad face.

"No, they think your my nephew that now lives with me." He laughed.

"Is that Beyonce?" I asked in shock.

"Sí hermano. All for you!" He laughed.

I could definitely tell Tony was a party guy.