Avengers High School

Eighteen

Finals had been kicking everyone's asses. Students stumbled through halls like zombies. Zombies suffering from a lack of sleep and living off of crappy coffee. Brains numb with the amount of studying being done. But the end was almost near.

Your last final was coming and right after would be the start of a two week break. But you couldn't let yourself get too excited. You still needed to cram in a bunch of useless information for your last big test. The history final.

To prepare you and Peter decided to once again study with each other. Although not much got done the last time you were thinking it'd be different this time around.

Peter came back to your house after school. Tony ended up also inviting friends to come over for a last minute study session. You all crammed into Tony's car and went off to your house for what you assumed would be a long and tiring night.

"Alright. Bruce, Nat and I will take the basement. You two can go wherever. Just make sure your door is open if in your room. We don't need the two of you misbehaving." Tony said looking at you.

"Stop it, Tony," Natasha said smacking his head from behind his seat.

"Hey!" he protested.

The five of you proceeded to get out of the car. Separating once in the house to do what you needed.

"So, we could take this party up to my room or just do it here in the kitchen," you said to Peter once the others were gone.

"Here is fine," Peter said as he placed his backpack down.

"Okay."

You both sat down and set to work. Pulling out worksheets, your textbook, and pencils. After sitting in silence and looking over everything you were interrupted. Your mother came into the room and began talking to you.

"Y/n are you still going to make those cookies for me?" she asked.

"What? Oh shit! I forgot about that, I'm sorry. I brought Peter over so we could study. I might not have time-"

"But I need them by tonight. Couldn't you study as you bake?"

"I-I guess...?"

"Alright. Thank you so much, sweetie," and with that, she left to go do whatever she needed.

Peter turned to you with a questioning look.

"This morning she asked me to make some cookies for something she has tonight. She's too busy to do it herself and refuses to get store bought."

"Oh, alright then."

You shrugged, "I don't really know I was only half listening to her. But whatever. Are you okay if I start making them?"

"Yeah! Yeah, that's fine. Do you need any help?"

"Uh, maybe. I'll ask if I need you."

He nodded and you stood up. You rummaged through the kitchen getting out everything you needed. Pulling open one of the cupboards you found that what you needed was way up high and you couldn't reach it.

"Hey, Peter?"

He jumped around from his seat, "Yeah?"

"Do you think you could get that for me?"

He stood up from his seat and walked to you. Looking up he saw what you were pointing at then looked back at you, "Why're you asking me? We're almost the same height?"

"Yeah, but you're still just a little tinsy bit taller."

Rolling his eyes he got up on his toes and began reaching for what you needed. Coming back on his feet he handed you what you asked for.