We're Going Where?!

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Third Person POV

Peter and (Y/n) were both caught off guard when Vision entered the lab and gently roused them from their unintended sleep.

"If you wish to eat breakfast before school, I suggest you get up," Vision said, his voice calm but laced with a hint of humor.

Peter groggily blinked, rubbing his eyes. He wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep, but it was enough to leave him feeling disoriented. He noticed (Y/n) still slumped at the beanbag, her head resting on the back of the chair. A small smile tugged at his lips at the sight, but he quickly cleared his throat, trying to shake off the fuzziness of sleep. The TV had turned itself off since the movie had long finished.

(Y/n), still half-asleep, slowly lifted her head from the chair and glanced around. She met Peter's eyes for a brief moment, and an unfamiliar heat spread across her chest. She quickly turned away, hoping Peter wouldn't notice the racing of her heart. It was nothing. She could brush it off.

Peter stood, too quickly for his sleep-heavy limbs, causing him to stumble a little. He chuckled awkwardly, "I... I'll go get dressed," he muttered, eager to break the silence before it turned uncomfortable.

(Y/n) nodded absently, trying to clear her mind of the weird feelings swirling in her stomach. They were friends. This wasn't a big deal. Still, the moment lingered, unspoken but present.

She quickly gathered her things and headed for the bathroom to change. When she emerged, she could hear Peter talking animatedly in the next room, trying to shake off his own lingering exhaustion.

They met in the common room of the compound, where the usual chaos had already started. Peter was clearly avoiding eye contact, and (Y/n) noticed him stiffen whenever she got too close. It made her feel even more on edge. As much as she wanted to talk to him about the weirdness between them, she couldn't bring herself to do it. What would she even say?

 "SAMUEL WHY IS MY EYEPATCH COVERED IN GLITTER?" Thor boomed frightening (Y/n) and Peter walking out of the elevator.

 Sam swiftly moved behind Peter and (Y/n) using them as a shield, "You wouldn't dare hurt children. Would you?" 

Thor glared at Sam and said, "No I wouldn't hurt my young friends, but I won't hesitate with you!" 

Thor pushed through Peter and (Y/n) and started chasing Sam. The teens looked at each other for a moment and laughed forgetting about their awkward exchange. 

(Y/n) walked over to the cupboard, pulling out a cereal box and pouring a generous amount into her bowl. She grabbed the milk and topped it off before sitting down at the kitchen counter, casually glancing over at Peter. His eyes were fixed on her, a wide, goofy smile plastered on his face. The sight made her heart flutter for a brief moment, but it was quickly interrupted by a sudden shriek followed by a thud. Clint had fallen out of the ceiling, landing with a soft groan on the floor.

(Y/n) couldn't help the snicker that escaped her lips, her gaze locked on Clint as he scrambled to sit up. "Ceiling a bit loose?" she teased, her tone dripping with amusement.

Clint shot her a glare from the floor, his hair a mess and his face contorted in disbelief. "YOU WERE THE ONE WHO LOOSENED THE CEILING TILES?" he yelled, his voice loud with frustration.

"Yep," (Y/n) replied, popping the p at the end for emphasis, her grin widening as Clint groaned in exasperation.

Clint's eyes narrowed at her, his expression a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. He scoffed and started to get to his feet, muttering under his breath as he dusted himself off. (Y/n) just rolled her eyes playfully and laughed, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

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