Field Trip to the Avenger's Compound

A Day at the Compound

This chapter basically sets the story up. You don't have to read this for the story, but it explains things :)

Y/n's POV

"Good morning, Miss Rogers! Star-Spangled Dad and Metal Dad made breakfast and would like me to inform you that everything is ready." FRIDAY's cheerful voice cuts through the fog of sleep that still clings to me.

I groan, pushing myself up in bed and stretching. I know I've got to get moving; there's no time to waste. Peter's probably still asleep—he's definitely not the early riser in this family, and I'll never let him live it down.

"Peter's about to get a lovely wake-up call," I mutter to myself, feeling a small, mischievous grin tug at the corners of my lips.

I slip out of bed and quickly shuffle into the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face to shake off the lingering grogginess. I can't help but feel a little excited, though. I might be tired, but there's something special about lazy mornings like this, when the whole family's together. The chaos, the noise, the laughter—it all feels like home.

After grabbing a cup of water, I make my way down the hallway toward Peter's room, moving as quietly as I can. As I slip inside, the sunlight streaming through the windows falls across his face, and I can't help but smile at the sight of him, sprawled across his bed in a tangle of sheets, looking completely out of it.

Peter's POV

I'm in the middle of the most bizarre dream. I'm standing in front of a giant, angry llama that keeps asking me to pick a favorite Star Wars movie. I'm trying to explain why "Empire Strikes Back" is the superior choice, but the llama just keeps shaking its head and baa-ing. My heart's racing, I'm sweating—this dream is way too intense.

Then I hear the sound of water splashing, and my body jerks upright as cold droplets hit my face. What the hell?

I blink rapidly, trying to focus.

I look up and find Y/n standing over me, her arms crossed, trying to hide the grin playing on her lips. I'm too groggy to say anything for a moment, still half-dazed from the water and my strange dream.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," she teases, her voice dripping with amusement.

"FRIDAY could've woken me up," I groan, wiping my face and rubbing my eyes.

But Y/n's laugh makes me forget my frustration. I can't even stay mad at her. She's just too... perfect. She's the kind of person who'll throw water on you and laugh like it's the funniest thing ever, but you can't help but laugh along because you know she's doing it with love.

"Yeah, well, this was much more fun," she says, already turning to leave. "Hurry up. They're waiting for us in the kitchen."

I let out a small, amused sigh before getting up to change into a dry shirt. I might still be tired, but it's hard to stay grumpy with Y/n around. I pull on a fresh shirt, tousle my wet hair, and head toward the kitchen, already hearing the sounds of Steve and Bucky arguing over pancakes.

Third-Person POV

The elevator doors slide open, and Peter and Y/n emerge, both still clearly half-asleep but with small smiles on their faces. Peter's damp hair is sticking up at odd angles, and Y/n's mischievous grin hasn't faded.

"Good morning, sleepyheads," Steve says, looking up from his seat at the kitchen table. His grin is contagious, and it's impossible not to smile when Steve's around.

"Just because you guys wake up at the crack of dawn doesn't mean you have to wake us up too," Y/n retorts, a hint of sass in her voice, but it's all in good fun. She grabs a coffee mug from the counter and pours herself a cup, clearly trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep.