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Chapter 15: Celebration

Two words: AVENGERS BOWLING

By my research the most you can earn in ten-pin bowling is 300 points. that is what i went by, but if this isn't correct please tell me so i can change it :)

Peter's POV:

I can't believe what just happened. Wade proposed. He actually proposed to me. I never thought this day would come. We are currently kissing in the elevator, watching the numbers decrease out the corner of our eyes. We don't want a repeat of yesterday.

"I love you Peter Parker Rogers-Stark."

"I love you too. When we get married I am taking your name by the way. Gonna keep Parker though. I like it too much."

"Peter Parker-Wilson...I can get used to that." I giggle at his wistful tone. The elevator dings and we walk out hand in hand to utter chaos.

Uncle Clint is perched on top of the fridge holding a Nerf gun. Uncle Pietro is running round plucking the foam bullets out of mid air and giving them to his husband. Dad and Pops are passed out of the couch, Aunt Nat sat in between them watching some show about angles and demons. Aunt Wanda is floating on the other side of the living area, shooting harmless magic at Uncle Clint. Thor is happily sat on the island, swinging his legs back and forth as he munches on a pop tart. Uncle Bruce is know where to be seen. Sam and Scott are happily shooting Uncle Bucky with a Nerf gun, trying to hit a target drawn on in marker. Bucky looks like he is about to blow when he spots me and Wade across the room.

"Peter help! They have gone mad!" Bucky yells, jolting awake my parents.

"What on earth is going on here?" I shout, drawing the attention of these so called adults. All but Scott looks embarrassed to be caught. Aunt Nat turns around and spot the band on my finger.

"So you finally did it Winston." She stated, gesturing to our clasped hands.

"That I did Natalia, that I did." Wade said proudly. He lets go of my hand, allowing me to show my Aunt properly.

Everyone is gathered around me now. Dad and Pops look like they are about to burst into tears when they catch sight of the ring. They pull me over the back of the sofa so they could hug me, almost killing me in the process.

"Yeah I would like my fiance alive for the wedding thank you!" Wade jokes. Dad flips him off, to which Pops and I slap him round the back of the head. Everyone bursts out laughing at his pouting face as he rubs the back of his head.

"I think this calls for a celebration. Lets go out!" Dad announces, trying to get the attention off him for once.

I laugh at his failing attempt but accept the offer because who would turn down the chance to go out. Everyone parts to their respective rooms to get changed for the outing. Jarvis alerts Bruce to the plans. After about thirty minutes we are all dressed and ready to go.

"So where are we going Peter?" Pops asks.

I raise my eyebrow. "You're letting me choose?" They never let me pick. I glance at Wade who is doing some weird charade which I think means bowling? I cock my head at him, smiling like an idiot. "Bowling!" I announce, still smiling at Wade who is now punching the air in triumph.

"Alright then, lets go!"

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"No fair! He used his metal arm. That has got to be cheating." Wade complains as Bucky gets his fifth strike in a row. Due to the sheer amount of us, we booked to lanes. Me, Wade, Dad, Pops, Bucky, Sam and Scott are on one lane. Wanda, Pietro, Thor, Clint, Nat and Bruce are on the other. So far Bucky is winning on our lane with 50 points. Natasha is winning on her lane, also with 50 points. Assassins don't play around!

"Its not cheating kid. Its being tactical." Bucky quips with an evil looking smirk on his face. Wade mumbles something, his arms crossed over his chest making him look like a sulking child.

I hear a string of Russian curses come from my right, followed by a chorus of laughter. Uncle Pietro is laying face first on the floor, bowling ball still in hand. "How many times are you going to do that? You need to let go of the ball Piet!" Uncle Clint laughed as he hoisted his husband of the floor.

After five more rounds of Bucky thrashing everyone, Wade sulking and Pietro falling flat on his face, we called it night. Bucky won our game, with a whopping 287 points. I came second, with 240 points. Then came Pops with 239, he was not happy with me beating him by one point. Dad and Sam drew for fourth with 225 points. Scott was quite content with his 199 points, earning him fifth place. Wade was livid having come last with a measly score of 174 points. I rubbed it in to the point where he almost stormed out the building.

On the other lane, the scoreboard was surprising to say the least. Nat won with a slightly less impressive score than Bucky (but still impressive) 260 points. Then came Thor with 256 points. Surprisingly, Bruce placed third, earning 248 points. Wanda and Clint also drew - both with a score of 205 - leaving Pietro came last with a score of 69. Despite the incredibly low score he was pleased with himself considering he spent most of the game on his face.

We were all joking about in the joining restaurant when our extremely familiar waiter came to serve us. "Good evening what can I get you-"

"Flash!" Wade exclaims barely holding back his smirk. Flash's face seems to drain when he realises who he is serving. I cast Wade a look saying 'Don't make his life to much of a hell but by all means mess with him a little.'

"Oh, um- hi Wade." Flash says with a clearly fake smile. "What can I get you this evening?"

Wade proceeds to carefully go through every meal on the menu, occasionally asking ridiculous questions such as 'What's in the chicken?' I had to train my eyes to the menu in front of me to stop myself from laughing. Everyone was clearly doing the same, although there were a lot of snickering. As soon as Flash was out of earshot, the entire table erupted with laughter. Wade was looking very proud of himself as he watched my bully scramble away.

When he returns with our meals, no one says a thing. He doesn't deserve manners after what he put me through. We tuck into our meals, which were absolutely amazing. I had a lasagne with garlic bread and a side salad. Nothing can rival Pops' cooking, but this was a close second for sure.

Within an hour we had all finished up and had begun to head out. We stopped at the arcade just outside the restaurant, by my request of course. Me and Wade headed straight to the dance game, naturally I beat him every time.

The rest of the night goes relatively smoothly, excluding the minor fight. Some prick decided to shout a homophobic slur at Wade and I. He had the entire avengers on him in an instant. I had to stop Bucky from choking the dude. The guy got kicked out the arcade before anyone could fatally injure him. Although he did get a few punches to the stomach which are bound to leave a bruise.

But even that didn't tarnish my good mood. I was on cloud nine. When we got back to the tower I was exhausted, but insisted on a movie marathon. Wade and I watched the first three Harry Potter films. Before we knew it, it was morning the next day.

"I want sleep." I mumble into Wade's chest.

"Sleep Petey. We have nothing to do today." He whispered back, tracing patterns on my arms. Soon I was in a blissful sleep, truly happy for the first time in a long time.

Wade making Flash's life hell is something I 100% support.

Pietro is me whilst bowling, i always end up falling on my face. Don't ask me how I am extremely clumsy.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter because I sure enjoyed writing it! Until next time!