Luke scrubbed tiredly at his eyes as he made his way to the hospital wing, planning on seeing if Peter was well enough to go to school yet. He'd been woken up at six AM, far too early by his standards, to collect the rest of the team. Idly, he wondered if Sam had stayed or fallen asleep in his own bed, leaving Peter alone.
After seeing Peter's injuries the day before, Luke was skeptical about even waking him up, but supposed that if it was by Coulson's orders, the boy would be fine. "I swear to god, if that idiot Flash tries to do the 'Locker Knocker Time' . . ." He grumbled, dragging his bare feet across the metal floor.
He arrived at Peter's room within a few minutes, and was met with a rather surprising sight.
Sam was still there. Sleeping on Peter's bed.
Next to Peter.
Well, 'next to' was a bit. . . incorrect.
They were cuddling, it appeared.
"Uhm. . ." He tried to think of a way that this wasn't hilarious, but was coming up empty handed. Walking back out with a small laugh and a new mission of getting his phone to snap a picture, he was met with the sight of a bed-headed and still pyjama'd Ava.
She yawned and handed her coffee to Luke before she stretched, looking at his face like he was crazy. "What are you smiling about? Nothing is good at this early in the morning."
"Uh. It's Parker," He said, motioning back at the room with his thumb as he handed the cup back.
"What, is he up?" She asked, yawning as she sipped at her drink idly.
"He's cuddling like a five year old. Snoring too," Luke chuckled, causing Ava to nearly spit out her drink.
"With Sam?" She asked, looking a bit more awake now.
"Who else would he be cuddling with?"
"Why is he cuddling with anyone in the first place? I'm more surprised that Sam actually stayed that long."
"I'm surprised that they've made up. Well, we can assume that they have, but for all we know, Sam just shoved him over because he was tired."
Ava just shook her head with a crooked smile and fished into her pyjama pant pockets, eventually pulling out her phone. "Get me a picture that I can use against them," She requested, handing the phone off, "because I've gotta go get ready."
"Can do," He laughed.
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They had ended up just talking until six. Sure, there was some light bickering, but it was the longest they'd ever gone without actually arguing. It wasn't until Sam began to fall asleep sitting up that Peter had rolled his eyes and scooted over. "It's a huge bed, just come on," He assured, patting it dramatically. "Think of it as a sleepover. Well, a sleep over that came to fruition by me nearly dying." Peter flashed the raven-haired boy a smile, while Sam just rolled his eyes and climbed up, collapsing against the bed.
Now they were both woken by a hand on either of their shoulders (Peter's uninjured one and Sam's left).
"Five more minutes, Aunt May," Peter mumbled tiredly, curling even tighter to Sam before realizing that his pillow was doing just a tad too much breathing. Shooting awake, he flung up into sitting position only to be met with the sight of his team, all laughing and clutching at their stomachs.
"What's with all the noise?" Sam muttered sleepily, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes. It took him nearly two minutes to figure out why the other three were laughing, and even then he just yawned again.
"What are you guys doing here?" Peter asked, stretching his bad shoulder with a wince. His left hand came up to massage it as Luke gave a shrug.
"Coulson's orders, he says you're supposed to come back to school."
Sam groggily sat up, running his hand through his hair. "We were up late, that's a good enough excuse right?"
"You have no excuse, although Peter might. But Coulson woke me up early to get you, so sorry, but you're going to class."
Both of the boys in the bed let out groans, and Sam moved to stand. Gingerly, the defender plucked up his outfit and helmet as he yawned once more.
"He was treating you like a teddy bear," Ava giggled, shaking her head. "I'm using that picture for everything. " She held up her phone to show both of them curled up, snoring with open mouths and mussed up hair.
"Yeah, yeah, shut up. Come on, we've got school." Peter shimmied his legs out of bed before moving to stand, only to collapse the moment he tried to take a step.
"Whoa, hey!" The laughing stopped when Peter was caught around the waist by Sam's left arm, who was currently hovering about an inch above the bed with his headgear glowing in his right hand. "My legs. . ." Peter stated, looking up at all of them.
"Why aren't they working?"
((Dundundunnn. I think I get looser lipped as I write these. Okay, so this story is going to get all sorts of awesome (trust me, I hate putting characters through too much pain ^-^), so stay tuned, my friends. Also, I lied last chapter, this one was not longer, nor better, but the next one TOTALLY WILL BE. That's a Jay guarantee. Ew. That sounds like a really shady car dealer. Ah, well. Point being, don't forget to R&R and have an awesome day =3 Thank you, Humble Readers.))