Peter Parker Field Trip Tropes and Parley Shenanigans

Stress Baking

Peter POV

I was tired of being babied.

Yeah I get it, I got stabbed. Sure, people are concerned, but I'm so tired of being babied about it that I might scream. It's like they forget I'm a superhero, my job is to get hurt protecting people.

"Seriously Peter what where you thinking!?" Harley exclaimed, pacing, "you could have gotten killed!"

I already got this speech from Mr. Stark.... and May, and Steve and-

You get the point.

"Yeah but I didn't, I don't see the problem," I fire back.

"If you keep going at it like this you're going to get an injury you won't be able to recover from!" Harley threw his hands up in the air.

"I literally have enhanced healing. I'm the safest person out there!"

"Enhanced healing won't help if you act so reckless all the time!!" Harley stopped pacing and looked at me. "It's not that we're trying to "baby" you it's that we care about you,"

"I don't remember asking you to do that," I snap.

I knew I was being unfair, I knew that it wasn't fair to take my anger out on Harley but I was just so frustrated.

"Pete-,"

"I'm going to the lab," I cut him off storming out of the room.

Harley POV

I let out a sigh as I heard the door slam. Peter had a point, the rest of the avengers where babying him just a bit. Still, I was expressing a genuine concern and I feel like he was just blowing me off. I understand why he was upset but I didn't really do anything to illicit that reaction. Plus I'm his god damn boyfriend, so of course I care about him.

Groaning in frustration, I exit our room and head for the kitchen.

"Hey Steve," I said walking into the kitchen, "would you mind clearing out for a bit?"

"Umm, I'm cooking dinner?" He seemed confused by my want for him to leave, I shrug and take over making the spaghetti sauce that was on the burner.

"I'll finish it up. Trust me, I really need this right now,"

"Umm....ok?"

"Steeeeeveeeee, I was looking forward to a non burnt dinner," I heard Clint wine from the kitchen island.

"Oh shut up before I throw a spatula at ya'," I threaten, walking over to the spice and herb cabinet, grabbing what I wanted then walking back to the stove.

"What are you adding?" Steve asked, looking over my shoulder a bit.

"Just some spices, it'll enhance the natural flavors and give them an extra kick," I mix in what I want then turn off the stove, "did you already strain the noodles?"

"Yeah, their in the sink," Steve said pointing.

"Rookie mistake, they'll get cold," I say, walking to the cabinet I pull out ten plates, one for Steve, Tony, Natasha, Clint, Bucky, Wanda, Pietro , Pepper, Bruce and Peter, obviously he never eats enough.

Setting the plates down on the counter, I pull out a pair of tonges and the heavy strainer of noodles and dish up each plate. Once I'm done with that I put sauce on them and hand them out to everyone who's in the room.

"Holy wow kid, this is actually really good," Bucky exclaimed.

"Well, mama didn't raise no shit cook," I say, getting bags of flour out of the cabinets "can someone make sure Peter eats please? Tell him it's from Steve, I doubt he'd eat it if he knew it was from me right now."