Alternative title: me teaching you facts about my country while making Peter confused by them because yes

He would never, ever, admit it, but he had begged.

He had dropped to his knees and pleaded.

He had even used his puppy eyes.

So it wasn't the Avengers' fault, not really, because what Peter had done was irresistible.

And that was the whole reason why they were all currently sitting inside one of Tony's private jets, on their way to Argentina for a mission in which Spider-Man was not needed.

"You can go," Tony had said, but hurried to add, "as long as you don't interfere with the mission or go out putting yourself in danger while we're gone."

Peter had pouted, but agreed anyway. "Spoilsport."

And now they were at the airport of Ezeiza, and Tony was regretting his decision, but they were already there, and no way in hell he'd send the hyper kid all by himself inside his jet in a ten-hour-long flight. Nope, that wasn't happening.

But-

"Hey, guys, look! I can see the obelisk from here!"

The billionaire sighed.

"Kid, the obelisk is about 25 miles away. That's not it."

"Oh."

Then they rented two fancy cars to fit them all and no, Peter, please drop the puppy, we're not taking it to the hotel.

Sigh.

"Mr. Stark, can we go to the Japanese Garden? Or China Town?"

"Kid, you came to Argentina to see the Japanese Garden and China Town?"

Peter shrugged. "They say the Japanese Garden is pretty."

"No, Peter, we won't be going. Not all of us, at least. We're here for a mission, remember."

"And what about shopping malls? I heard that Abasto shopping and Unicenter are-"

"You'll be able to explore by yourself when we're gone; shoppings won't be a problem. When I said 'no danger' I meant not going out as Spider-Man, getting involved in the mission and other dumb stuff like that. Shoppings are fine."

"Yey!"

Soon enough, they reached the hotel they would be staying in: Sofitel, probably the most expensive hotel in Buenos Aires. A room for two was worth over $300 per night.

(Quick A/N: 1 dollar here is equivalent to 80-130 pesos, which means that everything is extremely expensive for us but cheap for you)

They settled in pretty quickly. It was 2 PM, so they decided to go out to explore and then have dinner out.

"Did you know that Argentina in 2001 had five presidents within a span of eleven days? Fernando de la Rúa, Adolfo Rodríguez Saá, Ramón Puerta, Eduardo Camaño and Eduardo Duhalde," Peter rambled excitedly.

As it was their first day, they decided to go to the very center of Buenos Aires, the obelisk, and see everything around it. If they had been in the country for a secret mission, they wouldn't have done these kinds of things, but they were there for an event everyone knew they were attending, and there they had the mission to collect certain information (that was the part no one knew, of course).

It was only a five-minute long ride, but Peter still managed to sprout out at least two hundred random facts about the country.

"And Buenos Aires is the capital, but did you know that during their Independence Day, the 9th of July, the capital changes? Only for that day, the province in which the independence was signed, Tucumán, is the capital of Argentina, though not many people know-"

"Okay, okay, we're here!" Tony said, and everyone in their car breathed a sigh of relief. They loved the kid, they did, but sometimes it was just too much.

"Why are there so many kids outside?" Peter asked in confusion.

"What do you mean?" Clint asked him.

"Shouldn't they be at school?"

"It's December," Tony pointed out.

"Precisely my point. We're still a week away from Christmas break."

Tony blinked. "Kid-"

"Pete, you do notice here it's almost summer already, don't you?" Steve said.

"Yes...?"

Everyone waited patiently for him to catch up.

"Wait, they're in summer break?!" he asked in shock, and got an affirmation in response. "Hold up, that means they have Christmas during summer?" His eyes were almost comically wide.

"Yes," was everything said by the billionaire.

"What. The. He-"

"Nope, nope nope nope," Steve interrupted.

After that, and before Peter could keep on asking questions, Tony dragged them all to see the places (some stores, theaters and so on) near them.

Around 5:30 PM, Tony announced to the very tired group,

"We will now have merienda." (don't look for the translation, it's inaccurate)

"Merienda?" Peter asked.

"Kid, you looked up one thousand and twenty three facts about Argentina and don't know about merienda?" Tony asked in disbelief.

"I'm sorry for existing," Peter deadpanned. "I blame my parents."

Tony facepalmed but explained nonetheless. "Merienda is their third meal of the day. It's basically the same as breakfast, but at the afternoon, at the time when we usually have dinner. Their dinner is usually after 10 PM."

Peter gasped. "10 PM?"

"Yes, Peter, 10 PM if not later."

The teen immediately took out his phone and started typing at lightning speed, gasping a few times in between.

"Ten is the average but the time in which they have dinner can extend up to 1 AM, Mr. Stark! 1 AM!"

Tony sighed again. "Yes, and we're going to live as Argentinians for these few days, so we'll have merienda now instead of dinner."

Peter was too interested to complain.

They all agreed to go to a Starbucks nearby.

"Buenos tardes," Peter said nervously. "Voy a necesitar cinco galletas de chocolate, cinco de vainilla..." he ordered. (Good evening, I'll need five chocolate cookies, five vanilla cookies...) (no, I'm not gonna write the complete order of so many people- many with high metabolism. I refuse.)

The cashier finally looked up from the screen where she was inserting the couple hundred things Peter asked, and had to do a double take.

"Ustedes son los Vengadores," she stated in astonishment. "Mercedes, vení por favor." (You're the Avengers. Mercedes, come here please.)

Another woman, presumably Mercedes, came from where she was preparing an order.

"¿Qué pasa?" She stopped. "Ah, veo." (What? Oh, I see.)

They both tried to quickly tidy themselves up. They were in front of the most powerful people alive.

"Su pedido va a estar listo en pocos minutos. Lo pueden retirar en aquél lado," she pointed to a stand where a man was giving people what they had ordered. "Espero que disfruten su estadía en Argentina." She smiled kindly. (Your order will be done in a few minutes. You can pick it up on that side. I hope you enjoy your time in Argentina.)

Mercedes nodded at them and hurried to prepare their order.

"Gracias," Peter said brightly, along with some other Avengers who knew at least a bit of the language. (Thank you.)

They soon had all they had asked for and were sitting in a table, enjoying their meal. (Can any of you tell me wHY there are no cafés with tables in NY? I once went and I swear we spent hours looking for any)(I mean, I get that most people get their things to go but still)

"Hey, Mr. Stark, there are dulce de leche cookies!"

"And muffins," Steve added.

"There's a store beside that sells churros with dulce the leche," this time it was Natasha.

"And tarts," Clint said.

"And also cakes," that one was Tony's contribution.

"And another one sells dulce de leche ice cream," Bruce added.

"And dulce de leche Pop Tarts!" Thor said excitedly.

"At the north, there are even dulce de leche empanadas, kid, empanadas."

Peter blinked.

"Why does everything have dulce de leche?"

Tony shrugged. "If only I knew."