Authors note: Sorry about how trash this chapter is, but writers block is a bitch. I'm going to include Halloween later in this fic so it's going to be hella cute. I'm hopefully going to add a third chapter to this right after this is added.
It was late when the team had finished their debriefing. Ava and Danny went to Danny's room to binge watch Netflix, and Luke had snuck out to meet some girl named Jessica.
Peter was about to make his way home when he saw a passed-out Nova still sitting in the debriefing room. The boy was resting on the table, and Peter couldn't take his eyes off of him. He was so cute.
He walked quietly into the room to wake his teammate. Sam was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and an oversized S.H.I.E.L.D sweatshirt.
Peter tried to wake him by gently moving him, but the smaller teen was out like a light. He sat down next to him and stared at his sleeping body. Sam was so adorable. Peter felt a pit in his stomach develop. What are these feeling that he's been having? Why hasn't he woken him up yet? Why is he still staring at him?
Peter sighed. Normally if he had caught Nova asleep he would just yell in his ear, but he looked so peaceful now. The way his back slowly rose as air filled his lungs. He could watch him like this forever.
Peter shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He had to get home before Aunt May noticed that he was gone.
Without waking the smaller boy, Peter lifted him out of the chair, and into the warmth of his arms. He was holding the boy bridal style, and Sam had unconsciously snuggled his head into Peters chest.
He stood there for a minute, holding Sam in his arms, enjoying the moment. Peter was thankful that nobody was around to see the stupid grin that had spread across his face.
After a while, he carried the sleeping boy out of the room and into the halls of the tri carrier.
When he made it to Sam's room he felt disappointed; He wasn't ready for Sam to be out of his arms.
He opened the door to Sam's room and walked in, stepping around all the water bottles that Sam had laying around. Peter made a mental note to tease him about how messy he is when he wakes up.
Gently, he laid Sam in his bed, then slumped down in a chair facing Sam's bed to watch him sleep for a few minutes. Slowly becoming jealous of his pillow.
"What am I gonna do about you?" Peter sighed as he got up from the chair and left the room.
On the flight, back to Aunt May's, all Peter could think about was Sam. He wondered if Sam felt the same way about him. He had never felt this nervous about a crush before. Maybe this was more than a crush; Maybe he was in love.
Peter laughed to himself; Since when had he become such a sap?
When Peter made it home Aunt May was already asleep. Peter silently made his way into his room, and collapsed on his bed.
Peter closed his eyes, and he imagined Sam's sleepy face. He couldn't understand how someone so sassy could be so adorable. Peter groaned, 'I can't believe I'm falling for that bucket head' he thought.