Peter Stark Oneshots

Short Story IV: Hot Chocolate

Ship: Peter Stark & Natasha Romanov, Peter Stark/Ned Leeds/MJ (Hinted)

Summary: Hot Chocolate solves all problems, especially if its been made by a former Russian spy/assassin.

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Peter Stark sat alone at his kitchen table, well what used to be his kitchen table. Now it was the Team's kitchen table. Peter didn't hate the Avengers, they'd saved New York just months prior, he just hated seeing his Dad less. (Having a team to fight, seemingly encouraged criminals to go up against the greater challenge.) The first time Peter meet Natasha, one on one, was at that kitchen table as he tried to desperately cram for a History Test, the following morning. That's how Natasha found him, sleeved rolled up to the elbow, the surrounding table infested with various hardbacks. Yellow smudges littered his wrists, and the culprit highlighter sat in his right hand, eyes skimming over his notes. Natasha cocked her head to the side, considering Peter was of school age, this wasn't unusual, the fact that it was a quarter midnight was.

"Little late for a school night?" Natasha asked, rhetorically.

Peter spun round, "Ms Black Widow! Oh... hi?"

"Hi. Now back to my question." She said, walking over.

"Oh er, English Test. I have a English Test tomorrow morning, it's on poems."

"And you forgot?"

"What, no! I just got really interested in this project me, Ned and MJ are doing and-"

"And you prefer this assignment and spending time with your friends, and so you neglected to spend as much time studying for your English Test?"

"Yeah, that's about it."

"Well poems aren't one of my specialties, however making the best Hot Chocolate is one. Want one?"
"I um, yes please, Ms Black Widow."

"I'll agree to make you one, if you drop the Ms Black Widow. Just call me Natasha. Deal?" The former assaying replied, sticking out her hand.

"Deal, Ms Natasha." Peter agreed, eagerly.

"Well it's a start at least." Natasha conceded, as they shook hands.

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Natasha sat the mugs down on the limited free space on the table, and Peter immediately reached for his.

"Wow, this is amazing Ms Natasha, can you teach me how make it?" Peter asked, as he sat down his mug, eyes bright.

"It's a secret recipe, only I know it. But maybe one day" She added, at Peter's glum expression.

Peter grinned back, "Thank you Ms Natasha!"

Natasha just smiled, before taking a long sip from hers, savouring it, before restarting their talk.

"What's your assignment about?"

"Subject's Modern History, we've only been at for two weeks ish. We're doing it about the Cold War."

"Cold War ay? That's a pretty big time frame, what part you looking at?

Peter pulled over his phone, rapidly scrolling through what Natasha assumed were old messages, before stopping and looking up.

"MJ's idea. We're doing it in the 'suffering under the various communism and capitalist regimes'."

"Hm, this MJ seems like someone I want to meet."

"Well she definitely wants to meet you. Pretty sure you and Mom are like her idols."

"Always nice to meet a fan." Natasha said, smirking.

"And then Dad is one of Ned's idol."

"Do you find it weird they idolise your parents."

"Not really." Peter said, finishing off his hot chocolate and picking up his phone again.

"You like MJ and Ned then?"

"Yeah they're great." Peter said, not even looking up.

Natasha's knowing smile, went unnoticed by Peter. Who was far to engrossed smiling at the antics of his 'secret' partners.