Peter and Harley were just as anxious as I was about what we were playing. Apparently, Morgan had made them do some crazy things in the past. And according to Peter, she normally had some help with coming up with ideas from Tony.

Peter, Hrley, and I were currently sitting in Morgan's room on the ground while she walked in front of us like a military commander would his troops. She had a devilish grin on her face as she came to a stop directly in the middle of us with a serious expression on her face.

"We are going to have a competition to see who is the best brother."

My eyebrows shot up at that and I was about to contradict her when Peter leaned down and whispered, "Just go with it man."

"There will be three rounds. The first round is baking a cake and decorating it for my tea party this afternoon. Mommy, Daddy, and I will judge. Any questions?"

Peter's hand shot up, "Is there a specific theme?"

She smirked, "Me! Now get going. Daddy, Mommy, and I are going to watch. Daddy said it'll be fun."

"Of course," Harley said as he mumbled under his breath.

Peter seemed equally as worried as Harley. I don't think either one of them know much about baking. At least I'm at an advantage. I used to cook with my mom and her best friend owned a bakery slash ice cream shop. I used to watch her.

As we entered the kitchen, all of the baking things were laid out on the counter and TOny and Pepper were sitting on the island. Tony was full blown grinning while Pepper was at least trying to hide her amusement.

Morgan sat next to her father and said, "Oh! You have to show me your designs in fifteen minutes and have two hours to bake and decorate the cake. Your fifteen minutes start now."

Harley and Peter immediately grabbed a paper and pen to start sketching.

Harley mumbled under his breath, "I'm so going to lose."

I look at my own paper and begin to sketch.

"...and that's time! What do you got boys?" Tony asked a little too excitedly.

"Underoos your up first."

Underoos? Peter blushed a little as he began explaining his design, "Okay so mine is a simple circular chocolate cake with blueberry frosting. I'm putting a sign with your name on it and smoke surrounding the cake from dry ice."

Tony nods and Morgan says, "Ooo. Harley your next."

"Ok mine is vanilla and shaped like a heart. It also has blueberry frosting but it will include sprinkles."

Morgan nods and turns towards me, "AJ?"

Tony also turns towards me, "So we're clear kid I'm betting on you because the three of you, you're the artistic one and the only one who can cook."

"Uh..thanks Tony. Mine is a rectangular chocolate cake that is built in the shape of the Disney castle, it will be small. Also it has blueberry frosting and will include blueberry popsicles."

Morgan's eyes grow big and Tony looks at me, "Are you going to be able to do all of that?"

I smirk, "What thinking of changing your bet?"

Tony was about to say no as Pepper says, "Yes."

"No, I have faith in AJ."

"What about us?" Harley asks gesturing towards Peter and himself.

"Harley I think you'll take a strong second. Pete, I love you but you come from growing up with May's baking. The date loaf is all I have to say."

Peter nods, "Yeah. I respect that."

"Ok enough chit chatting," Morgan interrupts, "It's time to bake! Ready, set, go!"

Peter and Harley rush to their phones to find recipes for everything they need. I on the other hand immediately begin mixing dry ingredients together.

Morgan looks at me confused, "Why aren't you looking up a recipe?"

"It's in my head already. I used to cook and bake a lot when I was younger."

She looks at me skeptically, "Were you any good?"

I chuckled, "I'd like to think so, but you'll have to tell me."

After finishing all the ingredients, I began putting my batter in rectangular pans, cupcake tins, and small cone shaped pans.

While I was moving along well, Peter and Harley were not doing so well. Neither Pepper or Tony was allowed to help so they were left on their own. After I slid my cakes into the oven, I turn around. In one part of the kitchen Peter is attempting to measure the correct amount of ingredients in his bowl. There was flour and cocoa powder everywhere. In the other part, Harley was struggling with the mixer. A part of me wanted to ignore it and continue with making mine but I just felt bad for them.

I crutched over to Harley first. And point to the mixer that made him look like he just ran through a shower of dirt, "You need to one, but it at a slower speed, two, slowly put in your wet ingredients, and three, make sure you don't get egg shells in your batter."

"I didn't get any egg shells in my batter!"

I point to the batter, "To me, white pointy things in batter is an egg shell but you can go for it! It'll be a new form of baking."

He groans, "I am not meant to be a chef."

"Obviously."

He looks at me and cracks a smile, "You and your sarcasm are going to fit in well around here. Although right now, it's not appreciated."

I hold up my hands, "Hey just trying to help. I'm gonna check on Peter."

When I get over to Peter, he looks frazzled and kind of helpless.

I laugh and reach over to pat his shoulder, "Calm down. Surprisingly you are doing better than Harley. Although I recommend to use a mixer instead of a spoon."

He smiles shyly, "Oh right."

"You are very bad at competing," Tony comments as he watched me help Peter.

I shrug, "I just felt bad."

Tony laughs, "Do you two hear that? The thirteen year old feels bad for you! He's four and eight years younger! You two should be ashamed!"

"Uh, Tony? The only thing you can make is an omelette. I would be careful with your words if I was you."

The rest of us burst out laughing at Tony's expense and I head back to work on my own station. I made my blueberry popsicle out of a puree of sugar, blueberries, and water. I put the puree inside a tube mold so that it could look like the line that goes through the top of the castle. I also made some blueberry flavored buttercream. Now all I had to do was wait for my cakes to be done and cooled. I had Friday set the temperature to be colder so the popsicle would freeze faster so I wasn't too worried about the cakes cooling.

Since I had a little bit of waiting time, I decided to make a background to present with my cake. I went to my room and came back with some thick paper and a few markers. Morgan had been coloring at the table and watched me as I left and came back.

"What's that for?"

"I figured I would draw a background to cook go with my cake."

"That's cheating!" Harley shouted.

"It's not! You're just mad that's he's probably going to win."

Peter looks up, "What was the point of making us do this if everyone knew AJ was going to win?"

Tony smirks, "Entertainment that is permanently on video."

Harley glares at Tony, "You are an evil man Tony Stark."

Tony grins back, "That I am."


By the time the two hours is up, I have a pretty amazing cake. The castle looks like a cast and the popsicle shooting star probably sealed the deal of my win. Peter's actually wasn't that bad looking. Harley...he struggled the most.

Morgan stood on a chair with Pepper and Tony on either side of her.

"Ok! First judging area is presentation. We have decided the winner of that is AJ. Peter is second. Harley lost."

"I would like to challenge that ruling," Harley said.

Tony looked at him, "Challenged denied. Harls, that doesn't even look like a heart. We are now moving on to that tasting round."
Harley glared a little but shut up as they tried each of our cakes. They tried his first.

"Yummy!" Morgan said as she continued to nibble on it.

Tony nodded, "I agree. It takes like cake but not the expensive kind."

"I also agree it isn't bad Harley. Good job," Pepper said.

Next was Peter's. Morgan immediately tried it while Pepper and Tony were more weary. And tried it a little.

Tony went first, "Well, Peter, it is better than your aunts date loaf. It's alright but it's a little dry."

"Just a little," Pepper added.

"What do you think, Morgs?" Peter asked.

"I liked Harley's better."

Peter sighed in defeat as Harley fist pumped in the air.

Morgan turns towards mine, "AJ's turn. Can I try the popsicle first?"

I nod and give her a piece. She nods excitedly, "It's amazing!"

"Judge the cake!" Harley says impatiently.

I laugh, "Chill Harley. You already know I won."

"Arrogant much?"

"Nope. Just stating a fact."

"We'll see," Harley says as he watches them taste my cake.

Tony looks up, "It's good. Honestly, I might've liked Harley's flavors better but yours was baked better. My vote goes to AJ."

Pepper agreed, "It's nice and moist and had a great chocolate to blueberry flavor ratio. But Morgan, you get the last call."

She studies us each individually before she gives us her final answer, "The winner of the baking contest is ...Harley!"

"What?!' Harley shouts ecstatically. Honestly, I'm happy for Harley. It was a good competition

He gets a hug from Morgan and Pepper gestures, "And now you all have to clean up my kitchen."

"Yes ma'am," we say as we started to go to work.


Later that evening as I'm about to go to bed, I hear a knock on my door.

"Come in."

Morgan enters carrying her stuffed bear.

"Morgan, aren't you supposed to be in bed?"

She smirks, "I was but I had to tell and give you something."

I lean down towards her, "What's that?"

She hands me a drawing that shows what I'm assuming is me, Peter, and Harley on an olympic like podem. I'm on the one that has the backwards one on it.

"You actually won the baking contest but I Felt bad for Harley so I gave it to him. Are you mad?"

I shake my head, "No, Half-Pint, I'm not mad. Harley needed it. Thank you for the drawing. I'll keep it with all my others."

Her little eyes got big, "Really?"

I nod.

"Yeah!" she says as she runs over and gives me a quick hug.

"Good night! I gotta go before mommy and daddy catch me."

"Night Morgan."