Really Wade?

Moving Out

                       >Third P.O.V.<

As Peter places the last box into the hallway, Steve walks up to him in his 'Kiss the Cook' apron that he had received from Tony one christmas, with a tray of his famous home-made cookies.

"Mmm, cookies!" Peter grins as he starts to grab four cookies.

Steve holds the tray away from his only son knowing Dinner is almost done.

"Na ah, you will spoil your dinner! You may have two cookies. That is it" Peter's over-protective mom-like father says, softly scolding the young adult and taking two of the cookies back.

"Seriously? I'm 20?" Peter pouts, looking up at his father as he gives him puppy dog eyes, knowing very well it would work.

Steve sighs in defeat and hands him the other two chocolate chip cookies.

"Fine...only because we both know very well that your other father will eat most of them, and since you are moving out in the morning," Steve says as he begins to walk to the elevator. "Oh, and Dinner should be ready any minute."

Peter looks down both sides of the hallway, making sure no one was watching as he walks into his room placing the four fresh cookies inside his top dresser drawer.

"Jarvis! Make sure no one gets my cookies," Peter whispers, knowing Jarvis heard him.

"Very well, young sir. Master Steve has informed me that dinner is ready and wishes you to come down to eat. He has made Chicken Pot Pie," Jarvis informs Peter in his robotic voice.

Peter smiles and makes his way into the kitchen. Tony came up from his lab with grease smeared all over him from head to toe. Steve sighs and crosses his arms, looking at his husband.

"I have told you numerous times to make sure you clean up before you come to eat. You smell horrific. I am sure Peter does not like the smell of it either..." Steve started his daily spill before Peter interrupted him.

"Actually, it does not bother me, but.."

"Ha! See, it doesn't bother him. There would be no point in cleaning up just to get right back dirty again," Tony retorted as he sat at the table. "Unless we were to do something else involving getting dirty," he smirks.

Peter spits out his coke and begins to choke. "Omg...I did not hear that..."

Steve blushes darkly and smacks Tony' s arm playfully. "Anthony Rogers-Stark our son is present"

Peter walks out of the dining room into the kitchen to grab another drink, still trying to get the image of his dad and pops out of his head.

He begins walking into the dining room as he heard hush whispers and a soft moan like sound. He clears his throat loudly before he walks into the dining room again seeing Tony with a smug look and Steve breathless with splotches of grease smeared on him.

"Yep...I'm eating in my room," Peter decides as he grabs his plate and begins to walk towards his room. As his favorite aunt starts to walk past him, Peter stops her.

"I would not go in there if I were you," he warns her in all seriousness, knowing very well what was going on.

Natasha sighs. "I just wanted food..." she huffs and goes to the medbay. "Bruuucccee..their doing it again!" she whines very loudly.

Peter smiles as he walks into his room, shutting his door. He looks around, seeing his now-bare room minus his bed and dressers, which were still there. He sat down and begins to eat his food before he heard several taps on his window.

"Romeo, oh Romeo, where art thou Romeo!" A man's voice was heard.

Peter went to his window cautiously. He saw what appeared to be someone in a black and red suit.

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   ~This sleep deprived Fuck~