This story is loosely based post homecoming, and is my take on everything that could have happened.
Constructive criticism is appreciated and reviews are always welcome.
* This is my first attempt at fanfiction, be kind.
Peter woke up that morning to the smell of pancakes, and a faint tinkling laugh.
Frowning, because he knew May couldn't cook to save her life and he had no idea who'd visit that early in the morning, he rolled out of bed and headed to the kitchen to find out what was going on.
"Hey May, How come I smell pancakes and no smoke? Did you hire a che-" stopping abruptly in the dining room, Peter was shocked to see Pepper Potts in his kitchen, flipping pancakes at the stove laughing at something May said and Tony Stark pouring himself a glass of orange juice from his fridge.
"? ? What are you doing here? I mean, not that you aren't welcome, but what are you doing here?
"Hey Kid, good to see you finally got your lazy butt out of bed and joined us.
Come, sit , have a stack, Pepper made her famous chocolate chip pancakes "
Still a little dazed, Peter made his way to the island and took a seat near his aunt shooting her a questioning glance as he did.
Trying and failing to stifle a grin at his dumbfounded expression, May simply gave peter a one armed hug and handed him a plate.
"go on, get some food in you, I'll explain everything once we've eaten"
Glancing up at Pepper who smiled softly at him while piling a giant stack of pancakes on his plate, he grabbed the jar of syrup and proceeded to drown his pancakes.