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PETER SIGHED AS THEY PULLED UP TO THE RESTAURANT. He and Flash had been forced to go to this dinner. Granted, it wasn't the force Peter was accustomed to, but somehow, it was still very effective.

Tony told him about it as last minute as he could, gave him some bullshit excuse about getting close with his old friends, and wouldn't take any bullshit excuses in return. He could have gotten out of it quite easily, but something in the older man's eyes convinced him. Though, Peter refused to go alone, so he grabbed Flash on the way to the garage, making himself about ten minutes late in the process. Flash's hair just wasn't sitting right.

"Give me a sign, and I'll get us out of here," Flash said with a hint of seriousness that the two of them often avoided.

"Ladies first." Peter dramatically gestured for Flash to go inside as he pulled the door open, bringing them back into their usual state of chaos and banter.

"Please, you're the bitch here," Flash said with a grin.

"Who spent thirty minutes getting ready again?"

"Just go in the damn building," Peter smiled while shaking his head.

"Reservations please?" The hostess said politely.

"Stark-Rogers and I would like to add one more person to the group," Peter said. His tone was low, void of the humor that it held with Flash.

"Uh, I'm sorry, sir, you can't do that," The waitress said slightly confused and surprised.

"Try me."

"Do not worry, I got this," Flash said quietly before raising his voice slightly at the hostess in fake anger, "Is it because we're gay?"

Peter barely managed to contain his snort as Flash wrapped an arm around his waist. The hostess was staring at them, horrified as eyes around the restaurant drifted to them.

Dmitri was gagging at the thought of dating Flash.

"Do you have any idea who we are? We decide to come out and grace your restaurant with our presence. People would have been coming in flocks to try and see if we'd return! We will end this restaurant, you, and your grandchildren's futures!" Flash demanded angrily. Peter put on his best death glare, which was quite intimidating.