Peter sniffed the air. Tony and Peter were working in the labs, a new iron suit prototype on the table.
"What's that smell?" Peter asked, lifting his nose up to the air like he was a dog.
Tony snorted at that.
"What, you think there's a gas leak or something?"
Peter shook his head. "No, it not that kind of smell. It's like, the burning your nostrils kind of smell, you know?"
Tony shrugged. "Or you could have a cold, kid."
"Colds usually stop people from smelling, Tones," Cap said as he entered the lab. "Bucky told me to tell you that lunch's ready."
"Bucky made lunch?" Tony said.
Steve nodded.
"I'm going to prepare myself and cover all that yuck with mint."
He took out a pack of gum.
"You want one, kid?"
Peter nodded and took one. Steve took one also, albeit guiltily.
Peter put it in his mouth. And spat it out as soon as it made contact.
"What is that devil food," Peter hissed, running to the closest tap to rinse his mouth out.
"Gum?" Tony said slowly.
"It is horrible."
Peter stood, looking to Steve. "You like it?"
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Home is where the (heart) Avengers Are
FanfictionPeter's class goes on a field trip to Stark Tower. Featuring ovens on fire, arrows sticking out of butts, a whipped Wade Wilson, an angry Tony Stark, Thor in a dress, and a family that really shouldn't work, but it does (because how could it not?).
