Untitled Part 2

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To say Peter was stunned was an understatement. Shocked, numb those kinds of words they worked but didn't grasp the whole situation. Not even 4 hours ago Peter was happily chatting to Aunt May on the phone about what food they were going to eat that night and now here he is, wearing a lose pair of black trousers and a random Star wars shirt in side of the compound, about to go out and meet the Avengers as Peter Parker. Science nerd, geeky teenage boy with a serious need to head through puberty, and not as Spider-Man. To say he wasn't sure how to feel was laughable especially when he was faced with the reality of the situation, with a heavy sigh he walks over to his door, shaky hands go to open the door only for it to do so it's self. To say he jumped-Never mind.

"Mr. Parker, please meet at the kitchen. Boss and the others are preparing stew and have requested you join them." Friday's voice spoke through the room causing Peter to sigh in slight relief.

"R-right let him know I'm on my way now" He mutters and makes his way out of the room, his sneakers lightly tapping on the floor as he followed Friday's directions to the kitchen. He almost laughed at the sight of Captain Freaking America dressed in a bright pink frilly apron with 'I'm about to Spat-u-love you' printed on it, The winter solider seemed to be openly teasing him and Tony was taking pictures.

"Come on Cap, Lemme spat-u-love you" Tony teased a bit as he grabbed another handful of what looked like cut up peppers from the bored. Steve's hand came down fast on his hand making Tony yelp and shake his hand. "Ice-cube 2.0 stop your boyfriend from hitting me, that's bullying-Oh...hey kiddo" Tony stops his playfulness and smiles weakly at Peter who waved awkwardly. The group in the kitchen froze and looked at the young teenager in the doorway, a soft gulp escaped him as he looked at Tony for help.

"Hi, I'm Steve Rodgers. Call me Steve, You're Spider-Man right?" Steve asks, turning the heat down low and walking over to the teen who tensed under his approach and gaze. "Not planning to steal my shield again right?" He joked lightly and Peter glanced at Tony again in a more frantic look.

"Stevie, you're gonna make the kid wet him self, back off" Bucky's voice echo'd around the room and Tony walked over to Peter, giving him a slight nudge and indication to his head Tony gave a deep sigh and nods a little.

"Y..Yes-yeah. I'm Spider-Man urm....Peter..it's urm.." He goes quiet and looks at the two men staringat him, "urm...did I do something...?" He asks lightly, slightly gripping Tony's sleeve in his hand. Steve and Bucky share a look before Steve coughs into his hand and shakes his head.

"No...no. We just didn't realise you were so young-Not that there is anything wrong with that-just...you know arent your-" He stopped him self and a look of realisation crossed his face. "Never mind. Here I'm making Chicken and pepper stew, why not give it a taste and then you, Tony and Byck can go meet the others ok?" He asked gently, Peter stiffly nodded and walked over to the counter cautiously. Steve grinned and skimmed up a small amount into a spoon and handing it to Peter, with an encouraging nod he watches as Peter takes a bite and coughs a little from the taste.

"w-wow urm..it's good I-I urm" He coughed a little more and Bucky took the spoon and took a taste before gagging.

"Jeez Stevie, did you dump the whole salt shaker into the stew or what?" Bucky coughed a little and handed Peter a glass of water and drank his own. Steve pouted and huffed.

"I only added 3 table spoons" Steve mutters "Just like the recipe said-" Tony snatched the paper off the desk and broke into a fit of chuckles.

"Oh wow, Steve. It says 3 tea spoons. TS means Tea Spoons and TBS stands for Table spoons" He teases "I think we should order a pizza and be done with it." Tony says nodding to him self. "Friday order the usual-Pete what do you want?" Tony pauses looking at the teen who is chugging his glass of water down greatfully. Pausing to breath he looks at Tony.

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