Avengers' Adventures

Peter's Crush (Dash of superfamily)

Thanks for phanteaserllamma for the awesome idea XD

Also, quick note cause I have no idea how to make it obvious. It's summer and they're at the S.H.I.E.L.D pool.

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 "Hey Natasha," Natasha looked up from her book, peering over her sunglasses at Peter. "Peter." she muttered, turning her attention back to the book in her hands. "Whatcha reading there?" The boy asked, joining the red head on another lounge chair. "Assassinations for Dummies." she replied, her voice monotone.

 Peter laughed at the joke, and leaned over a bit, a light smirk playing at his lips. "So, Natasha, I was wondering if you-"

 "No." Natasha said quickly, cutting the boy off before he could start. "I was just gonna ask-" Peter began once more, but the sound of a book slamming caused him to stop. "Peter, listen, it's adorable that you have a crush on me, but I'm not intersted." The woman said, removing her sunglasses a moment so she could look the boy in the eye. She placed them atop her head, and reached for her bottle of sun lotion, knowing she needed to apply some more sunscreen.

 As she rummaged through her bag, she could hear Peter say not-so-chalantly, "So you think I'm adorable?" She just rolled her eyes, and grabbed the lotion, opening it up and spreading it over her exposed skin and stomach.

 Peter watched as she did, and decided to try for it. "Need someone to get your back?" he offered, and the woman opened her mouth to protest, but as she caught eyes with Clint, she stopped. "Sure, Peter. That'd be sweet of you." She smiled, and handed the bottle to the boy, relaxing the chair back further and turning onto her back.

 She hid her smirk well, and Peter smiled brightly as he put some onto his hand, rubbing it in both and then preceding to massage the substance into the woman's back. Natasha hummed, pretending to writhe a bit under the boy's touch. Peter felt his breathing quicken, and become more shallow. "This feels so nice Peter, I can't thank you enough." The woman sighed, and the boy cleared his throat. "No problem Natasha." His voice cracked as he said her name, and he continued to massage her.

 A sudden shadow blocked both of them, and Peter looked up to see Clint standing there, the assassin's muscles tense and bulging, with a light sheen of water still apparent as he had just left the pool. "Enjoying yourself there?" The man asked, and Peter smirked. "Yeah, I am. And I think Natasha is feeling pretty good herself, aren't ya, Tash?"

 "Take him when you're ready Clint." Natasha muttered, picking up her book once more.

 "With pleasure." Clint smirked, and quickly maneuvered himself to where he was able to pick up Peter, pinning his arms and feet together to make it impossible for the boy to move. The boy struggled, but it was of no use.

 "Dad! Dad a little help here would be nice!" Peter begged, and Tony turned around to see the sight. He seemed to mull it over for a minute, but waved a hand. "Way to take after your old man Pete!" He called, and Steve laughed from his own seat. "Pops! Come on, this really isn't funny!" the boy called, noticing the pool getting closer and closer.

"Don't worry Peter, I gave him permission!" the soldier yelled, and Clint smirked, beckoning Bruce over to help him. The scientist rushed over, grabbing Peter's legs and holding him tight as he sqirmmed.

 "One," Clint began, and the boy fought, begging forgiveness. "Two," Bruce continued, and Peter once more begged to be set free. "Please Clint I promise I won't do it again!" The boy begged, and the two men smiled slyly at each other, before setting the boy down, and laughing.

 Peter laughed awkwardly with them, rubbing at the back of his neck, and completely oblivious to their true intentions. "Oh come on Peter, we're just having some fun with you is all." Clint smiled, patting the boy's back as he walked away. "Yeah, real nice fun." he muttered, and glared after the man. He suddenly felt a hand on his arm, and before he realized what was happening. He was underwater, struggling to get to the surface. He came up sputtering, pushing his brown hair out of his eyes as he looked up at the culprit.

 "Three." Natasha laughed, before walking over to Clint and throwing her arms around his neck, giving him a tender kiss.

 Peter just wiped the pool water from his mouth and smiled. "She so wants me."