I glance towards the bookshop door,as the familiar bell rings, admitting Steve Rodgers, Tony Stark, and their son Peter. I smile as Peter bounds towards the children's book section, his parents following behind, holding hands. The Starks had been coming to my bookstore ever since Tony and Steve had adopted Peter. It was convenient for them because my store was only open at night, due to my condition, and their saving the world took up the day away from Peter.

I blink as Peter gallops toward me, a stack of books towering over him comically.

"Hello Ms. Hutchinson!"he exclaims, placing his pile on the counter.

"Hello Peter! Did you have anything g exciting happen today?" I ask, looking over to see his parents passed out in the chairs by the children's section.

"Yup! Daddy and Pops got to face an alien today! It was green and huge!"he exclaims, stretching out his arms to show the size." I even took pictures!"he adds, trying to pull out a bulging envelope from his red winter coats pocket.

I walk over from my place behind the counter and help him unzip the pocket. He triumphantly pulls out the envelope and hands it to me saying," I had Daddy print out the pictures since Pops doesn't know how.

Hearing this makes me laugh out loud.

It had been about three years since Captain America had emerged from the ice and realized that a lot had changed since 1945. Steve still hadn't figured electronics quite yet, although Stark is trying to show him the wonders of YouTube. Including Nyan Cat and Vines.

A frantically waving envelope passes in front of me as Peter tried to show me the pictures.

I carefully take them out of the Manila envelope and start to look at them. The pictures were pretty good for a six year old. Peter had been showing a true talent for photography lately.

"These are great Peter! I can't wait for more from you!"

Peter beams up at me and then his eyes wander over my shoulder to look at the pile of books on the counter.

I shake my head at how short his attention span is. I ring up the books at the cash register and hand them to the little boy.

As he looks at his new books, a thought must have occurred to him, as his small head turns worriedly towards his sleeping parents and asks," How are we going to wake them up?"

I smile mischievously at him and reach under the counter, pulling out two red air horns. His eyes widen and he grabs one and looks at me expectantly.

I grab the other one and motion him to be quiet, signalling us to move towards the sleeping figures.

As we reach the chairs, I stop Peter and count down on my fingers to and one and we press the bright red button on the top of the can.

A loud, blaring, noise rips through the store, making the two superheroes wake up and promptly fall out of the chairs, crashing towards the green carpet.

"What the f-!" Tony starts, but stops as Steve hastily clamps one hand over his mouth saying,"Language, Tony!"

Peter is rolling on the floor, laughing his little head off at his daddy's reaction.

I myself am snickering into my hand, looking at their wide eyes.

"Come on Tony", Steve says, getting up. "It's about time we got Peter home."

Tony looks over at his son and nods, getting up off the floor.

He shoots me a glare as he passes by, obviously not forgiving me for my prank yet.

I walk them over to the door after they pay.

"Thanks for coming today. Especially after the fight," I say.

Steve smiles and Tony grunts, pulling Peter out the door with him.

Peter sticks his head back inside and says," Bye Ms. Hutchinson! Thanks for the books!" Before rushing to meet up with his dad's.

I smile as I remember doing the same thing with my parents.

A sudden,bong bong bong, interrupts my revere. I glance over at the grandfather clock and see that it's 11:30. Closing time.

I walk over to the back room to grab my coat, a long dark brown trench coat, my gloves and hat. After slowly pulling on the coat, I look around my candle-lit store and sigh. Business had been rough lately and the only thing keeping me running was the Starks weekend trips that they had to Steve's old neighborhood, which was only three blocks away.

Looking at the closed blinds and making sure no one was in the store, I flick my hand towards the lit candles and they flicker out of existence

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