"Papa?"

"Yes?"

"When's dinner?" Morgan was packing up her finished homework.

"Couple hours, baby girl." Steve said from the living room.

"Couple hours!?"

"Morgan, its 4:30. We don't normally eat until closer to seven. Besides you cannot possibly be hungry. You've been eating grapes for the past half hour." Steve mused walking over to his youngest.

"Starving to death." Morgan snarled taking an aggressive bite of her grape.

"Oh?" He pulled a small package of crackers out of the cabinet. "This should tide you over."

"Hmph. I don't want crackers!" Morgan kicked the counter.

"Reel that attitude in little miss. You're not getting the chocolate before dinner." Steve lifting her off her seat and into his arms. "And a tantrum definitely wont work in your favor."

"You're being mean." Morgan flopped backwards in her father's arms.

"And you're being grouchy. Why don't you go play and lose the sass?"

"I don't want to go play!"

"No?" Steve carried her over to the couch where he'd been sitting with a book. "Want to read with me?"

"No." Morgan snapped.

"Well, what do you want Morgan? Snipping at me is not how you get what you want no matter what it is."

"Chocolate!"

"Well that's out of the question. Maybe if you had asked nicely instead of kicking and yelling you could have had some after dinner but that's not an option anymore." Steve placed her on her feet in the corner of the living room, "I think you're going to go take a breather until you can calm down."

"Papa!" Morgan whipped her head around to glare at Steve.

"No no none of that Morgan Margret." Steve gave a light smack to her bottom and turned her around to face the wall before sitting back down on the couch in a vain attempt to finish the page he was reading before Tony came out of the shower.

"Yo, dork?" Evie opened Peter's bedroom door and flopped onto his bed.

"Hey, bully in a 90s movie?" Peter looked up from where he was sitting at his desk.

"Want ten bucks?"

"What do I have to do?"

"Clean this nasty pit you call a bedroom." Evie flung a dirty sock at her brother.

"I'm busy. Besides why do you care?"

"Well, other than the fact that we're about a day away from your laundry growing legs and walking down the hall to the wash itself out of desperation? I'm making twenty bucks and ungrounded if I get you to deal with this, so ten is yours if you help me out."

"Its not that bad."

"Said the boy living in his own filth. I say you're about a week or two away from Pops being done asking."

"Its fine."

"Sure. He cuts loads of slack, just your casual ex army, super soldier parent. Hell, I bet they don't care at all that you've been ignoring him for months." Evie scoffed.

"Shut up." Peter scowled. "I know I need to deal with it."

"Gonna get your ass beat." Evie chuckled moving to look over Peter's shoulder at his laptop screen.

"Am not. Besides I have homework."

"That's a terrible paper. Do not turn that in."

"Well sue me for not understanding Shakespeare."

"What is this? Your paper on Midsummer's Night Dream?"

"Mhm"

"How about you clean and I fix this nightmare?"

"What's it gonna cost?"

"Just give me the damn computer and get a trash bag."

Peter rolled his eyes but handed Evie the laptop as he left the room to grab a trash bag.

"Be sure that it sounds like I wrote it not you."

"What I shouldn't sign my name?" Evie tossed a handful of laundry at Peter, "I know. I'm not dumb."

"Leo asked about you." Peter teased when he returned to his room having taken a basket of dirty clothes to the laundry room.

"Yeah?"

"Wanted to know if you were ok, why you weren't answering his texts." Peter spoke in an overly dramatic sultry voice.

"Oh go to hell."

"What are you going to do when they find out you have a boyfriend?"

"Probably beat the shit out of you, spiderboy."

"Hey! I'm not gonna tell!"

"Then neither will I."

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fun fact- Peggy is a nickname for Margaret, Morgan is named after Peggy Carter