So I saw this post on Tumblr, and I couldn't resist making it into an actual fic. The idea was posted by veg-gay-terian (love that name btw). Basically, it's what would happen if Peter reenacted Steve's iconic chair sitting move in his PSAs in-front of the "star spangled man with a plan." This takes place after infinity war, and everyone is friends and Thanos is a dead man.
It was Friday and the Avengers were sitting in the kitchen of the tower, waiting for Peter and Tony to come back from Midtown. Tony had gone to pick up the kid, who'd gone and gotten himself a week's worth of detentions after falling asleep in the middle of his class. Usually, the kid would make his way to the Tower himself, but due to the inclement weather (aka, piles of snow) and the fact that Peter usually stayed at the tower on weekends, Tony had gone to collect him. Before he'd left, Steve had given Tony a lecture on how he needed to be more strict with Peter's patrol hours, and this information - naturally - had been passed from Tony to Peter on the car ride back to the Tower.
"Peter's here!" came Tony's voice from around the corner. "Hide the food," Tony added, laughing at the end.
"You wouldn't," came Peter's, sounding slightly on edge.
The pair rounded the corner and Peter quickly headed over to the coat rack to hang up his and Mr. Stark's coats. "You keep getting yourself into detention and I just might have to cut out the pizza altogether," Tony replied.
"That's just evil," Peter remarked, making his way to the table.
"C'mon Peter, pull up a chair," Steve said, nodding to the empty seat next to him, his voice sounding strangely authoritative.
Immediately, Peter had an idea. He hadn't seen Steve since his detentions started and well, his detentions always started with Cap's PSAs. He marched over to the table and put his plate down, before pulling the chair out, and swinging it around, sitting on it backwards and resting his arm on the back, all while looking Steve in the eye. "So, I got detention," Peter said, as though he were beginning a story. He watched with a smirk as Steve's face morphed from one of disappointment to one that read "oh shit."
Immediately, Steve's face reddened, and he glanced at Tony who was trying his hardest not to laugh on the other side of the table. The rest of the Avengers watched the exchange in confusion, as Steve slumped back slightly in his chair, hoping the ground would swallow him whole.
"What just happened?" Sam asked from his spot in the kitchen.
"Nothing, Sam," Steve replied quickly, his face growing redder.
"Nah, weren't you gonna lecture the kid?" Sam protested.
"Steve?" Tony prodded. "Weren't you going to ask him about detention?"
Peter nodded, turning back to Steve. "Yeah, I screwed up. I know what I did was wrong, but the real question is..."
"How are you going to make things right?" Tony and Peter chanted in unison, while trying not to laugh.
The rest of the avengers stood in silence, as Steve got up and headed out.