"Wake up." Peter grumbled, flicking a piece of popcorn, left over from the night before, at Zoe's sleeping head, "I'm bored Zo, wake up." The speedster whined. Not to mention she was asleep on his leg and the last time he'd jerked her awake with a sudden movement he'd nearly lost an eye. She clearly wasn't a morning person.

"Shut up you grey haired grandpa." Zoe grumbled, face pressed into his shins and her body covered by a warm grey blanket.

"I'm not a grandpa!" Peter protested, "At least, I hope not. Because that would make for a very awkward and confusing tale for the dinner table, not to mention that it would make no sense and my dad would have my head for making him a great grandad before he's fifty."

"You get up as early as a grandpa." Zoe mumbled, lifting her lazy head up and tiredly attempting to blow stray strands of hair out of her face as she spoke, leading to a very disjointed sentence.

"Well how was I supposed to sleep through your snoring?" Peter countered.

"I do not snore!"

"You so do! You were totally snoring!"

"Was not!" Zoe snapped playfully, sitting bolt upright as she grabbed a pillow and hurled it at his head.

"Were so!" The mutant retorted with a grin as he caught the pillow and tossed it back.

"Nope!" The demigod shook her head, "Don't snore at all."

"You so do, you're just in denial. I have proof, the fact that I'm awake this early for one!"

"Shut up Snoresimoff, you probably snored yourself awake."

"Shush yourself, Znorey." He retorted with a smirk, ducking just in time as the pillow was hurled at his face, "You're evil. You know that right?"

"Whatever," Zoe rolled her eyes as she stood up, "I want pancakes, we got any pancakes?"

"You could make some?" Peter suggested, a smug look crossing his face.

"I burn toast. I can't make pancakes." she replied, rolling her eyes dramatically, "Plus, you're not exactly better off, you set fire to spaghetti!"

"Can I just remind you that that was totally and completely one hundred million per cent your fault Zo." Peter said, immediately jumping to his own defence.

Zoe snorted as she sauntered out of the living room, lazily pulling a dressing gown on as she headed towards the kitchen to see what food they had in. Annoyingly enough, Peter beat her to it. "What have we got then? Cake?" she asked him, knowing her mate would have scoured the shelves and cupboards already for something edible.

"Your left over take-away, which you wouldn't let me eat, and toast. Well, bread that can become toast. Raw toast that becomes grilled bread."

"It's too early in the morning for you to start talking weird already Pete!" Zoe protested, whacking him in the back of the head as she walked past towards the fridge.

"Oi!" The mutant protested and spun around in his chair. He had to hold back a snigger as he was greeted with the sight of his best friend, well he said best friend but really she was more of a sister, with her head resting on the fridge. Her hands were hanging by her sides as she glowered at the contents of the fridge, she was not a morning person. Not in the slightest.

"Bleh." She grumbled as she dragged her feet across the linoleum towards the radio perched on the countertop. The familiar trill of the station's theme music crackled through the static. "Why do you always leave it on this station?" She grumbled, "This is all old people music, grandpa."

"I grew up in the 70s, this is modern music." Peter protested with a small pout, "Besides, how is your rock music any better? It's just gone downhill from my time."

"Take that back." Zoe said, appearing in his face brandishing a spoon which Peter easily plucked out of her hands.

"You can't kill me with a spoon, loser." He rolled his eyes before he zipped around her in a blur of rapid movement and put the spoon away. "And don't you dare change the station!"

"Just watch me." She grinned as her fingers turned the dial, changing the radio station. When she found the right station she grinned and turned up the music. Soon she was prancing around the kitchen, singing along to Welcome to the black parade by My Chemical Romance as she searched for food.

Peter stood up, running a hand through his hair, his eyebrows frowning in annoyance at the music, "Fuck it, I'm going to go do what I do best."

"Be a wuss?"

"Thief you idiot!" He looked outraged, slapping her lightly on the back of the head, "I'm going to go find us some food." He rolled his eyes and with that all that was left was an empty space where he had stood moments before.

Zoe pouted and rolled her eyes. "Yeah don't invite me then you fucking asshole!" She muttered under her breath before smirking, thinking of her own plan. She could go on a solo thieving mission, mostly just to spite her brother. She scoured the draws and grabbed a pen and a piece of scrap paper before writing a note and sticking it to the fridge.

'Gone England to get some shit. You want anything, text me!'

Zoe pulled on her hoodie and put her converse on before grinning and shadow travelling to England. Peter shouldn't have all the fun. Now time to steal from a supermarket, or five.

Peter returned to the house after about 20 minutes in a blur of silver, going straight to the kitchen with his haul. Of course he did pinch a few other things that weren't food but they were necessary things like earphones and DVDs. He went to open the fridge but frowned at the note on it. "England!" He went wide-eyed and shook his head. Zoe would probably get an earful when she got back.

Peter put all of the food away in the kitchen before going into the living room, flopping onto the sofa and very quickly flicking through the channels to see what was on, nothing really interesting popping up for the moment. Eventually he found a program that was mildly interesting but before he could become too invested in the show, a loud crash from the kitchen made him jump. He zipped into to kitchen and scowled, Zoe was there with about three shopping carts full of Doritos, Pepsi, Candy, normal everyday food, toiletries and supplies and of course games and games consoles. "What the fuck Zoe? Did you raid all of England?" The mutant frowned at his sister.

"Not all of England." Zoe rolled her eyes. "And what's the problem anyway, I got food!" She retorted with a smirk.

"You are unbelievable."

"We -" She was cut off by Peter before she could say anything more.

"But-" He continued. "You got a tonne of shit we definitely needed." He grinned but whacked her on the back of her head anyway. "Next time, I'm coming with you." he stated.

"Fine, next time I decide to steal from some random supermarket in another country, I'll bring you with me!" Zoe laughed and started unloading the food. "Apparently the store I raided was called Tesco. What the fuck's a Tesco?" She shook her head a little, putting away 4 tubs of ice cream into the freezer.

Peter smirked a little at her before frowning. "What the hell dude, it shouldn't take you like 100 years to put shopping away" he muttered.

"We aren't all as fast as you idiot!" Zoe retorted before smirking, purposely putting things away very slowly.

"You are sooo annoying." He sighed as she deliberately went slower. He gave up waiting and zipped around, putting almost everything away that she had gotten except for a few bags of Cool Ranch Doritos and a large bottle of Pepsi. He grinned as he took them into the living room. "If you want anything, bring it in!" He shouted to her with a smirk.

"Asshole!" Zoe rolled her eyes and grabbed some things for herself, walking into the lounge and dumping her stuff on the floor. She flopped on the sofa, resting her legs on top of Peters.

"Ew, your feet fucking reek!" Peter exclaimed, quickly avoiding a cushion that was lobbed at him.

"They do not!"

"Yes they do!"

"Whatever Grandpa!" Zoe rolled her eyes and grabbed the remote, pushing Peters hand away with her foot. "Lets see what movies are on."

"If you put some shit Disney film on I'm pushing you off the sofa!" Peter frowned at her and rolled his eyes as she put The Avengers: Age of Ultron on. "That's technically Disney and really?" He exclaimed, looking at her with an exasperated expression.

"Yeah really. Deal with it." Zoe smirked and played the film, keeping the remote behind her back so Peter couldn't change the channel.

Peter rolled his eyes but leaned back, watching the film with her.