Avengers Oneshots [Completed]

The Cookies Of LIFE

Peter isn't a very big person. He's not tall, he's not buff, he's not got some cute little chub in his stomach that makes for a nice pillow, he's just a fit short kid. He's aware of this fact but it's not something he talks about. He knows he's healthy and being Spidey keeps him in good shape.

But, due to that same fact, he also needs to eat twice his body weight to keep up with his metabolism. Tons of things now are full of calories. Stark always helped supply protein shakes which are trash but they're tolerable. He doesn't have time for meals all the time.

His diet was basically meat-based. He didn't like beans, especially refried beans. They look like poop smears. Carbs were also pretty important. Peter and Tony had weekly trips to Burger King to fill Peter's black hole of a stomach. It didn't matter how much he ate, he couldn't not be hungry.

However, there was one food he seemed to rely on the most for his carb-loading diet: cookies. Sure, there were many other things that could give him more carbs, but truly, nothing made him happier than a good old fashioned chocolate cookie. Or five. 

He had his own stash in the tower where after a long day or patrol he'd go and eat half of the stash and get a stomach ache that he didn't care about because he loved those cookies so much. Thor sometimes would help Peter bake some but Thor wasn't allowed to use the oven since he blew up the last one. And the microwave, and the toaster. Thor could only help make the dough.

However, this fateful evening it seemed that Peter's stash had not been restocked since his last binge eating and was empty. Peter paused, still in his spider suit, and stared sadly at the empty cabinet where he could still smell the faint sweet air of the chocolate and vanilla extract. His favorite part of the Kitchen was now just a sad little hole of nothingness.

"Hey, kid," Tony walked in eating a Subway sub. Peter closed the cupboard and turned around. He gave a small smile and wave.

"Hey, Mr. Stark," Pete tried to ignore the frown that was forming on his face.

"Are you out of cookies in your stash?" Tony asked with a small smirk. Peter nodded and rolled his eyes at Tony's slight condescending tone. "Well good thing I wanted a sandwich. I got you this." Tony holds out a small paper bag and Peter grabbed it slowly. Inside was two chocolate cookies that smelled fresh and looked even better.

"Thank you, Mr. Stark! I was about to break into your food stash," Peter admits sheepishly and shoves a cookie in his mouth. Tony laughed.

"Yeah, but don't even look at my Swiss Roll stash," Stark pointed a teasing finger and Peter nodded back, barely listening. He was too interested in his cookie.

Does this chapter make any sense? No. Why? Because I can't feel my eyes because I've been trying to do assignments and I don't have time for blinking. I just was in the mood for cookies while writing this. Thank you guys for your support and remember to comment and vote!