Broken

Chapter 19

Peter's POV

Charlie and I have to be extra careful now since the incident with Miss Romanoff and Mr. Barton. We have upgraded our firewall every week, and taken extra precautions when uploading videos (Btw I have no clue ab coding n stuff so this could be completely wrong...).

I enter the kitchen, my fast metabolism finally getting the better of me, only to see Bucky and Nat making out on table. "Public kitchen," is all I say as I turn away towards the fridge. I hear them both chuckle and listen to their footsteps leaving, presumably towards their now-shared bedroom.

As I continue to grab the ingredients, I hear a distant, "hey, Mom. Hey, Dad," before Charlie continues to skip down the hallway. Whilst I'm in the cupboard, I grab her some pretzels as they are her favourite snack. As she walks into the room, I throw them at her, emitting a small squeak before she catches them. "Thanks, Petey-Pie," she says, using that god-awful nickname as she comes round the counter to kiss my cheek. I give her a 'really?' look and she simply giggles.

She sits down on the sofa in the living room and I join her with my my own snacks. She's watching some crap daytime TV as there is never anything else on, and I wrap my arm around her shoulders. As I take the first bite out of my sandwich, she moves her body so she's facing me. "We need to talk about what we're gonna do when we reach 10 million subscribers," I roll my head back onto the couch and groan in annoyance. Once I've swallowed the remains in my mouth, I look at her with my Puppy Dog Eyes , to which she looks away real quick. "Nope, don't give me that look."

I abandon my plate of food on the arm of the sofa and wrap both my arms around her chest, peppering small butterfly kisses on her cheek and neck, making her giggle adorably. "Can't you think of something?" I ask quietly in between kisses. She pulls me away and looks me dead in the eye, giving me a small glare. For the first time ever, the Puppy Eyes have failed me. "Okay, okay. I'll think of something," she smirks and gives me a quick peck on the cheek.

"I know you will," she says, walking back to the kitchen. "Isn't it crazy how it's only been 3 months? And we almost have 10 million subscribers?!" It has been so incredible to be able to perform with Charlie, especially considering no one knows our secret. I have loved every minute of it, including our relationship.

I walk behind her as she butters some bread, wrapping my hands around her waist. "And I wouldn't change it for the world," I whisper into her ear, softly kissing her cheek. She turns around and kisses me back, her bread now forgotten. The kiss turns from sweet and innocent to heated and passionate very quickly, and pick Charlie up and sit her on the counter. We are so busy making out that we don't hear the grumbling about lack of coffee. That is, until someone walks into the kitchen.

"Romanoff, Barnes! Again? Reall- wait, Peter?" We pull away quickly and I gulp.

"H-hey Dad..." he approaches quickly and Charlie jumps off the counter.

"What the hell is going on?" His face turns red with anger as we stand there, our faces red from embarrassment.

"Uhhh..." I try to think of an excuse, but he literally caught us making out. How do you come back from that one?

"You see," Charlie says, and I know she's gonna say something stupid. "We we're making out, so Peter basically has his tongue down my thr-," I nudge her to shut her up while Dad looks fuming.

"Don't you dare sass me young lady, I am the king of sass. And you don't get to after I just found you making out with my son!" He shouts.

"Oooooh damn! Shit's about to hit the fan!" I see Mr. Bar- Clint in the doorway, before he runs off.