Ever since he could remember, Peter had always been taught to share. And it had never been a problem for Peter, well almost never.

The almost being anytime food was involved. You see, Peter just felt very defensive over his food, possibly a little over protective, (meaning he was way over the top when it came to protecting his food.)

All the avengers were quickly made aware of this due to circumstances best not shared, but they all agreed they wouldn't ever make the mistake of stealing Peter Parkers food again. All of the avengers, that is, apart from Thor, who had not been present at the time of the...mishap.

Unfortunately for Thor, Peter was at school when the god arrived. Meaning Peter was dealing with flash, teachers looking the other way, sympathetic smiles from Ned, and having to listen to teachers drone on and on about things he could do with his eyes closed. So to put it simply, Peter was not in a good mood.

Thor was in the training room, practicing with his hammer (just flinging it around then calling it back to him again and again.) After a while of this he felt his stomach growl.

He frowned at the offending area before sighing, placing Mjolnir (Jonathan) down, not having to worry about anyone moving it, and made his way towards the kitchen.

None of the avengers were in the kitchen when he walked in as Tony and Bruce were working on some mortal science thing (all Thor knew was that the explosions were normal),

Nat was on a mission with Steve and Bucky, Wanda was off on a date with Vision, and Sam and Clint were off doing who knows what.

Thor walked over to one of the cupboards and opened it up. Immediately his eyes lit up when he was greeted by a holy site.

A whole shelf was dedicated to...Pop-Tarts!(I myself have never had a pop tart before but apparently Thor likes then so here ya go).

He reached in a came out with a handful of the delicious Midgardian treats and quickly dug in. Perhaps if he had been paying attention, Thor would have noticed the note inside saying "property of Peter Parker. DO NOT TOUCH", or maybe he would have spotted the web's keeping each pop tart attached to the wooden case, alas Thor noticed none of this, and went on his merry way enjoying his snack.

Peter wasn't having a good day. First, Flash decided to use him as his personal punching bag, then he got told off by one of his teachers for falling asleep during their lesson, and finally, the cherry on top, someone, some horrible, terrible, monster of a person ate his pop tarts. If he was a cartoon, Peter had a feeling there would be dream coming out if his ears.

"Hey kiddo, how was school?" Tony asked, strolling into the room as if nothing were wrong, before abruptly stopping after getting a glance at the teens face. The billionaire followed Peters gaze and his face paled. This was not good. Not good at all.

"Hey buddy, why don't we step away from the cupboard-"

However he was cut off by a glare that could make the sun freeze over, who knew the kid had it in him.

"Someone ate my pop tarts." Peter said through gritted teeth.

Tony gulped for even though he knew he wasn't at fault, the kid was damn scary when he wanted to be.

Without the two noticing, the other avengers had made their way into the living area and were watching as Tony tried to call the livid child. As the avengers got a hold of the gravity of the situation, they two grew ashen, all but Thor who hadn't made an appearance.

"Look kid, we'll sort this out, what if I bye you some more?"

A thunderous storm couldn't even begin to describe the look on Peter's face, and everyone took a step back (apart from Nat but even she looked a little fazed by the normally sunny child's stormy exterior).

"They were MY pop tarts Mr. Stark, and when I find out who ate them, I'm going to rain hellfire down on them."

Peter threatened, and for some reason, Wanda felt the need to scream (she didn't though, cause no donuts with red, white and blue sprinkles were involved.)

Just then Thor strolled in and Peter immediately zeroed in on the corner of the Gods mouth, causing him to stiffen.

"Ah mortal friends, man of spiders, what are you all doing in here?" Thor questioned.

Peter was giving Thor the evil eye and the God couldn't help but feel intimidated.

"Man of spiders?"

"You ate my pop tarts." Peter practically spat out.

"I wasn't aware they belonged to you Tonyson." Thor said truthfully, and Tony could be heard sputtering in the background over how Thor addressed Peter.

"So you didn't see the note very clearly placed stressing they belonged to me? Nor did you notice all the web's holding my pop tarts down?"

The God frowned. "No, I don't recall seeing any of those."

Peter was practically growling at this point before swiftly turning on his heel and marching away.

Thor didn't seem perturbed by this however everyone else had an uneasy feeling in their stomachs, and all they could say was that they were very glad they weren't Thor.

Peter was a genius, and as anyone would do with his smarts, he began plotting his revenge.

It started with small things. Sitting down in the space Thor was about to sit in, or ensuring there was always an odd piece of Lego right in the way of the Gods path (the other avengers never seemed affected by the small blocks of pain).

Then Peter upped his game. He would 'accidentally' put Thor's cloak in the dryer, causing it to shrink multiple sizes (Asgardian cloth is weak compared to the power of the drying machine, who'd have thought?)

He would also put chilies in Thor's beer or on his food (the god wouldn't notice until his mouth burned hotter than the sun(Thor would know, he went there on a dare once.))

This escalated to an all out prank war between the teen and Norse God. Punching arms in the fridge, loose springs on the couch, water buckets over doors and so on.

One memorable prank was set up by Peter. After Thor's last prank (it had taken Peter a week to remove the slime from his clothes by the way!) Peter decided his revenge needed to be glorious. He spent more money than it was probably worth on glitter and balloons, but if you live with a billionaire you can afford outrageously priced weapons (their intended use is malicious so the glitter should therefore be called a weapon.)

Peter rigged a whole ass glitter bomb in one of the many corridors of the compound. The corridor in question led to Thor's room so it was guaranteed that the God would end up prey to the attack. Or at least, that would be the case if only there weren't other people who used that corridor daily.

Sam was enjoying his day. Really, he was. First he had been delighted to watch as Bucky tripped in the parking lot (twice!), followed by the super soldier holding up a cue as the metal detectors went off when he tried to walk through (I'm not sure where they went that had metal detectors and the people didn't recognize two avengers, but we're going with it!).

So yes, Sam was having a good day. After arriving back at the compound, Bucky went off to go annoy Steve, and Bird Man went up to the living area to practice Mario Kart (I keep bringing up Mario Kart in this series ='D) so he could finally defeat Clint.

After doing a few laps, his fingers started to feel the strain of pushing buttons and levers on a control (he's an avenger, not some gamer extraordinaire), Sam decided to go off to his room for a bit and relax.

He strolled down the hall, not a care in the world, until there was. A very big problem with the world. A very pink, very sparkly problem with the world.

Tony looked up from where he was sitting talking to Peter about some updates they could do to the Iron suits, to see a very angry, pink avenger walking in. Tony tried and failed miserably to hide his amusement, letting out a chuckle at seeing bird brain number 2 covered in what could only be described as a disco explosion.

"Parker!" Yelled Sam, fuming.

Peter looked up innocently and blinked slowly, before falling into hysterics.

"I've had enough of this! Stop your war with Thor! This will take ages to remove, and I have nothing to do with your disagreement."

Calming down from his laughing spurt, Peter nodded slowly. "Sorry Sam, the bomb wasn't meant for you, heh. I'll talk with Thor. Sorry again."

Just then, Steve and Bucky walked in. As soon as he spotted Sam, Bucky stopped and cackled, full on cackled. Sam glared at the soldier before muttering something under his breath and marching out, probably to get himself cleaned.

That night Bucky couldn't look at Sam with a straight face, and Sam was still finding glitter in his air for days to come.

Let it be known that after all this, Thor never did steal food from Peter again, after what he had had to endure at the hands of the Spider Demon, he decided it would be best to buy his own food.

Bonus:

Bad guy no.1: Quickly load the truck

Bad guy no.2: Boss, there ain't nothin' here...

Bad guy no.1: What?

Spidey: Hey guys, looking for this? (Holds up a duffel bag full of money)

Bad guy no.2: Hand it here ya menace

Spidey: (sighing) Can we just skip the fight? Please? My food's going cold and I really want to eat.

The bad guys square up. Spidey releases an ever-suffering sigh, jumps down and beats them up before they realize what's happening. The police are called and Spidey leaves after webbing up the two criminals. If they were brought in a little bloodier than normal, no one batted an eye, after all, everyone knows not to get in the way of Spider-Man and his food.

A/N: Hi guys, so this chapter was definitely more crackish. I'm ill at the moment (not covid) so had time to write this =)

Please feel free to post a comment, I do read them and they really make my day =)

I think I will start adding references in the next chapters, and if you get where the reference is from I'll do a one shot request, your request in this story, if you like that idea?

Anyway, hope your all staying safe! Cya next time, byeeeeee