connection - parkner week 2019

day seven: "hurricane tortilla!"

"wanna go raid the fridge?" harley suggested, while he and peter were in the lab one day. they'd been in there for a while - two or three hours, maybe - and they were both getting hungry. it wasn't surprising that peter was craving food, but harley hadn't eaten breakfast that morning, so he was starving.

"sure, why not?" peter replied, placing his tools down onto the desk. he had been working on something bruce had asked him to look at, and it required a lot of programming, as well as putting parts together. harley should've offered to help, but he was desperately trying to finish something he was making for abbie's birthday. 

"friday, enable 'hurricane tortilla' protocol." harley grinned. he and peter had made this protocol when they had both decided to raid the fridge about a year prior. tony had walked into the kitchen to get some coffee, only to see the island in the middle of the room covered in biscuit wrappers and ice cream tubs. tony had muttered a 'tell me when you plan to raid the kitchen again, i won't have to see this mess.' and so, the protocol was created to tell tony when the two boys were planning on devouring half the sweet food in the kitchen.

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within another three hours, the boys managed to eat all of the ice cream in the house. in their defense, there were only three tubs left, and clint had decided to join them halfway through, and peter had an enhanced metabolism, so he could eat more.

they also managed to eat some of the oreos that tony had bought for peter a few days previously.

and - as always - their latest fridge raiding session ended up in a makeout session. god knows how, but hey, it was the only time that they were going to get some privacy during the day without tony watching them intently whenever they were within a five-meter radius of each other and a workbench.

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it was dinner time when tony decided he was craving a dessert he hadn't had in a while.

"have we got any ice cream?"

"not sure. boys?" pepper replied, giving peter and harley a pointed look that gave them the feeling that pepper could see right through them.

"who knows?" harley shrugged.

"they ate it all!" clint almost shouted, pointing at peter and harley accusingly.

"you helped!" peter argued back.

"you initiated the protocol!"

"me, harley, and mr stark are the only ones who know that it exists!"

"well, i do!"

"only because we told you about it, while you were shoveling that massive tub of ben and jerry's in your big mouth!"

"friday, confirm?" tony interrupted the argument.

"'hurricane tortilla' protocol was initiated for three hours, starting at 1:24 pm. bird no.1 joined mini-boss and boss junior at 2 pm. they ate all three tubs of ice cream from the freezer. mini-boss and boss junior also ate two packs of oreos." friday said, receiving dirty looks from clint, peter, and harley.

"you two will be the death of me." tony sighed. and after receiving a couple of pouts from harley and peter, tony added on: "clint is nat's responsibility.

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a/n - ok so this barely fits the prompt but everyone on ao3 decided to do angst,,, so yeah,,, i wanted to something a little more light-hearted. but yeah,,, barely any explicit parkner moments but oh well.

grammarly always goes wild when i write, oops.

i didn't realise how short this was - i'll make it up next one-shot.