Broken

Chapter 21

Charlie's POV

The video ended up being posted at around 3 am because what are we supposed to do at that time? Sleep? In the morning, Peter and I decide to head down to the kitchen early as sleep is for the weak (and I'm slightly terrified of the upcoming performance and need a distraction) and make the team some breakfast. It mostly consisted of chocolate chip pancakes, pastries (that we bought 'cause ain't nobody got time for that) and fruit for Mr. America himself.

We are both making separate batches of pancakes so we can make more for the team. "Hey, Peter?" I say, a plan formulating in my mind. He hums, about to turn around but focusing on his batter. I hold out a spoon full of my own, and as he turns around his nose hits the spoon, therefore covering his nose with the batter. I giggle and he freezes, taking the moment to process what just happened with his eyes closed. He slowly opens them and I take that as my cue to start running.

He chases me around the living room and the chase is short lived as he grabs me and wraps his arms around my waist, slightly raising me off the ground and making me squeal. I giggle as he turns me around, his nose rubbing against my cheek and my own nose. I squeal and whine as I try to break free from his chest, only causing his grip to tighten (not painfully, though).

Within moments we are a mess of giggles and limbs, echos of our laughter being heard across the floor no doubt. We are so caught up in each other's arms that we fail to notice the figure lurking in the doorway...

—————Time skip—————

The team ate the breakfast we made them (or more like inhaled) and we all gathered on the couch to watch whatever is on TV on a Sunday morning. None of us are really paying attention, it's more of an excuse to be with everybody.

Out of nowhere, Clint gasps very loudly, his eyes glued to his phone, attracting everybody's focus to him. Mom leans over to see why he is freaking out, and we all watch as her eyes widen and she begins furiously tapping her phone screen. "Is anyone gonna fill us in?" Tony asks sarcastically.

Bucky, who is sat next to Natasha, leans over to check her phone, when he abruptly sits up, eyes still staring at the screen. "The Phoenix and the Symphony are holding a concert at Madison Square," all the Avengers perk up, as everyone is curious to know the identity of them (well... us).

"FRIDAY," Tony says to the ceiling, "get all of us tickets. Now."

"On it, Sir. It appears I cannot select where you would like to sit, though."

"It says in this article that the seats are first come, first serve, so people don't have to pay extra, or miss out on good seats because they can't afford them," Clint says, quoting said article. Peter and I glance at each other briefly, trying, and thankfully succeeding, to hide our grins.

"I honestly thought you two would be freaking out more," Steve says to Mom and Clint.

"We would, if nobody else was in the room," Clint answers immediately.

"Speak for yourself," Mom says, though her eyes don't leave her phone.

FRIDAY speaks up once more, "I have booked tickets for 11 people, including Miss Potts. Would you like to make any alterations."

Tony's signature smirk crosses his features. "You're the best, baby girl."

I know it's short and shitty but I have a huge writers' block lol.

Just to clarify, the 11 tickets are for:
- Tony S
- Natasha R
- Clint B
- Steve R
- Bruce B
- Peter P
- Charlie R
- Wanda M
- Sam W
- Bucky B
- Pepper P

I can't remember if i mentioned before or not (and i'm too lazy to check) but Vision is not included in this fic (I never really liked him- sorry if you did🤷‍♀️) and Thor is on Asgard. If I missed someone, please let me know!