"Take A Break... Have A Kit Kat." {Peter Parker X Reader}

Weeks Later

So, a long, long, long time ago I mentioned that this was after End Game. I don't like who died, so scratch that, I'm writing this the way I want it, I don't care (yes I do) about who died, they're gonna be in this book. (Avenger wise. And Peter is an Avenger now. He's also got blue eyes like he does in the comics, along with Tony. If some features have changed it it because I'm making them more like their comic character.)

S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn't working out for you, so you resigned. Fury understood. I was young, and I needed to live a different life. Or that's what he told me. I left because my schedule didn't work with Peter's. If we were going to be in a working relationship, we needed some of the same work hours, and such. So, what did I do? I joined the Avengers.

I also took a job up at a café around the area. I told them that I had two jobs, and they figured that I was a first responder. I let them believe that. The name of the café was "Sweet bean Café". Sure, we did drinks, but we also made desserts, meals, and it was all made in the cafe.

I was put on the night shift for a few days, when I brought the pressure washer. The tiles wouldn't be cleaned by mop any more. The stains were impossible to remove! I pressure washed the entire floor of the building, then scrubbed it with a sponge by hand. After the floors were clean, it was about midnight. I started at 10:30, which is when we closed.

I got to the counters, and thankfully they were cleaner than the floors. I scratched at the stove with a blade to get the burnt... Whatever it was off. I wiped it down with a disinfectant wipe, then wiped it off with dish soap, and hot water. I repeated this with the counters as well.

Now it was 12:45. I looked at the cocoa beans. We were almost out. Everything in the kitchen was done. In 30 minutes, the main room was sparkling with pride at it's cleanliness. I took an inventory check and logged onto the staff computer at around 2:15. (a.m.)

We were supposed to have 100 plates. We had 85. We were supposed to have 250 cups. We had 225. We were missing only 30 or 40 eating utensils which wasn't good. Once inventory was done, and I had a list of what we had, and how many there were I went onto ingredients. Tiredly, I made a list of what we needed. I made myself a caramel frappé, and I woke up at the smell of it. I drained the cup, and washed it. I put it back.

By the time I was done it was 3:49. I made another caramel frappé, andi checked the time. 3:54. My boss checked in a minute later. I took my vinyl gloves off, and threw them away. I grabbed the trash, gathered it up, and threw it in the dumpster. I turned off the porch lights, and the lights on the back. When I came in, I washed my hands, and filled the soap dispensers.

I went to take a sip of my freshly brewed frappé, and I saw my boss drinking it. Thankfully I hadn't sipped this one yet. "You make an excellent frappé." She complimented. I took my hairnet out sheepishly. "Thanks... Uh, nobody was clear on when I leave, so I stayed... The whole night." I informed her.

"Oh, well you leave when your job is done. The place looks beautiful.... Uh, Y/n, right?" She asked. "That's me!" You smiled. "Did you do the kitchen too?" She asked. "I spent most of my night in that room. I cleaned it best I could, and I did an inventory check. We need a couple of dishes and some more cooking supplies. I made a list." I explained.

"We get our stocks replenished every week. We order it in bulk. The dishes I wish I'd have known about those... There was a sale going on." She sighed. "The kitchen looks great Y/n, and whenever you need a drink, don't be shy. All of the workers do it." She gave a small wink. "D'you mind if I make a batch of frappe's? I was thinking that perhaps I could bring them to my team." It was a long shot I knew, but it was worth the ask.

"Of course, why don't you take some of the doughnuts and muffins too." She smiled. After brewing some frappe's, an taking a box of muffins and doughnuts you headed to Avenger's compound. You moved into a room across from Peter's, and S.H.I.E.L.D. took back your apartment. They let you keep your suit though, so that was nice.

You entered the compound after giving Happy first pick. He chose a double chocolate, peanut butter swirl muffin, and he took a frappé. Gratefully he ate it. You came into the kitchen, only to see the mess it was. You put the frappe's in the fridge and told F.R.I.D.A.Y. to lock it. And keep EVERYONE out. You hid the muffins and doughnuts in the oven and started to clean the table.

You were halfway done with the dishes when you heard a quiet yawn. "Morni- what are you doing Y/n?" You turned around to see Bucky walking over to the dishes to help you. "Cleaning. You guys are nasty pigs. The dishes, if not done can build up a bacteria, it stinks up the room, and it's plain nasty!" You snorted.

"It was my turn, but I forgot and-" you stopped him before he could finish. "No, Buck. You've been stressed for the past week. I'll let you slide on this one. Now, if you finish up the dishes, I'll wake everyone up for breakfast. I already have it done so don't get anything out." I told him. He nodded, and I woke everyone up. How?

By blaring "Through the Fire and the Flames" on the speakers. Cause why not.

Natasha's POV: I heard a loud guitar riff over the speakers, and I fell out of bed. "ANTHONY STARK!!!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I marched into the kitchen where I saw Bucky air guitaring a spatula. I felt my jaw unhinge in awe. Then he saw me, and he blushed nervously. "It's not my music!" He protested.

Vision's POV: I was heading towards the lab where I found Bruce and Tony working on a new... Invention. I was going to help them when all of a sudden, a guitar riff is at full blast over the speakers. Tony's blowtorch went onto full blast, and he broke the beaker that Bruce was holding. I jumped and looked around for the mute button.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y.! Turn off the music!" Tony yelled. "Order denied." Her voice responded over the speakers. "Someone's overridden the system!" I pointed out. Bruce was laughing at Tony's furious manner.

Y/n's POV: Once the song was a minute in, I turned it off. Everyone was in the kitchen waiting for me. I strolled in tiredly, but was alert for any attack. Peter glared at me, as did everyone else. "I needed to get you all out of bed, because... I got you all breakfast! Freshly made, and made by hand." I explained. That got everyone's attention.

I grabbed the frappe's out of the fridge, and now anyone could access it. I handed them out to everyone, then then doughnuts and muffins... Those were fought for. I saved a (muffin/doughnut of your choice) and ate it casually while sitting on the counter. I sipped my frappé and watched as everyone devoured their breakfast. I knew that they'd still be hungry, but it would take their minds off of food for a while.

"Great call Y/n." Peter stated, sitting on the counter next to me. "You look absolutely horrid. Your hair is a mess, and you're tired. Go sleep." He offered. "No. I'm finishing my breakfast. Then I'll sleep. You can join if you want." I whispered in his ear. His cuddles were by far, the cuddliest cuddles that ever cuddled.

Once you finished, I took a hot short shower, then put on some fresh clothes. I put on a pair of fluffy pajama pants and one of Peter's old Decathalon shirts. It was big on me, but it kept me warm. The long sleeves were covered in doodles from when Peter would nervously draw on them. They would mostly wash out, causing them to be faint. I closed the curtains and laid down on my bed.

A few minute later, Peter jumped onto your bed and attacked you with tickles. A few minutes later he was holding you close to him. We both breathed in sync, and before I went to sleep, I saw his curls... "They look so soft..." I thought before going to sleep.

What do you guys think of this chapter? Personally, I actually think it's perfect. 💙 Good day/night everyone! ~Amber