Save Me

Chapter 17

Sam's POV

For the past two weeks Dad and Peter haven't been allowed near each other. I mean, it has been the best two weeks of my life, minus the whole dad-on-steroids-is-trying-to-kill-my-boyfriend thing. But we're managing.

"Peter get off of the ceiling, he's gone!"

"I can smell him," he says in the strangest way possible. I roll my eyes and sigh, before using my telekinesis to un-stick his hands, causing his body to crash on the floor.

"I told you once and you know I never ask again," I say as he gets up. He looks at me with those damn gorgeous chocolatey puppy dog eyes. "Ya know, your puppy dog eyes could rival Jay's."

"HA! Did ya hear that, Jay?" He shouts to my son.

"Gods, who's the real child in this room?" I say, shaking my head.

"You can have more than one at a time," Nat deadpans. I then realise that Clint is behind her, flicking, what appears to be, bits of paper at her back. I look at her in sympathy before hearing a slight squeal behind me. I sigh and turn around to see Peter and Dad face to face.

"Dad, don't make me say it," I say annoyed. He looks regretful all of a sudden.

"I came to apologise," he says- wait, is he being serious? "I've been a dick an-."

"Well, you've got that right," I say, folding my arms across my chest, glaring at him. He sighs in sadness and frustration. What can I say? I've always been rather difficult.

"Look, I'll make you a deal," Dad begins. "I won't try and kill Peter, if you act like you aren't in a relationship in front of me."

Peter, who is now back on the ceiling, pipes up. "Does that includes cuddles? 'Cause that's gonna happen whether you like it or not," he says, narrowing his eyes.

Dad sighs before reluctantly responding, "fine."

"Well now that that's settled, I need food," Clint says, finally giving up on annoying Nat before she stabs him.

"I made it last night, so someone else can cook," I say, getting my phone out and scrolling through Instagram.

"I'm banned from the kitchen."

"Same!" Peter and Jay high five each other.

"I don't wanna make it," Nat simply says. None of us argue with her, because, ya know, we don't have a death wish.

"I can't cook, only bake," Dad adds.

"No one lets me cook though," Clint says, pouting.

"Yeah, and for obvious reasons," Stark says as he walks in the room. "I have been banned unfortunately so I'm out of the question."

"I can make something if you'd like," Steve joins in the conversation, hair damp from his previous shower. What? He trains 24/7, he's bound to get sweaty. It's common sense that he's just been out of the shower.

"HELL YEAH!" Clint shouts, happy that he is finally getting food (it's only 1pm).

"But not with that language," Steve says, giving him the Eyebrows of Disappointment TM (Idk how to do the small TM someone please teach me😖). Clint salutes at him.

"Aye aye, Captain," was all he said, before running into the lounge to watch TV whilst waiting for his food.

Steve sighs and shakes his head. "Was this why you kept me alive all these years?" He mutters to himself, looking up. I giggle before heading after Clint, Peter and Jay following close behind.