Hey Guys!

So I was looking for a school assignment and I happened across this chapter I wrote last year for this story. It was supposed to come right after Chapter Eight (Crushes and Stuff.) I don't know why but I must've forgotten about it and proceeded with the story. Anyway, I thought I might as well share it because it's kinda cute. It was when I still wasn't very sure of myself in regards to this story so it might come across as abrupt and the characters might seem a little OOC. Whatever. I think you'll enjoy it. Cheers!

"OH MY GOSH!"

Peter's phone fell out of his hand and hit the ground with a resounding thud. He didn't even bother to lean over and pick it up.

"What happened this time?" Tony quipped.

He leaned back on the couch and shoved the last bite of mashed potatoes in his mouth. After licking the spoon, he watched Peter carefully. His teammate shuffled over to the couch and sat next to him, his eyes almost glazed over.

"You forgot your phone," Tony stated, pointing the floor where Peter had left it.

Peter glanced at him, a ridiculously large scowl on his face.

"That's pretty," Tony joked.

He reached over and grabbed the almost empty KFC tub off the coffee table and offered Peter the last drumstick.

"No thank," Peter muttered.

"Okay then."

Tony took a big bite out of it, chewing it slowly. Peter's behavior was starting to bother him a great deal. The kid usually maintained a mu h more cheerful and positive attitude, and although he did freak out sometimes, he usually was—well—responsive.

"Okay, we're not playing this game," Tony exclaimed, his mouth still full of fried chicken.

He jumped up and stalked over to where Peter's phone lay, picked it up, and typed in the password.

"How do you know my password?" Peter suddenly yelled.

He reached over and tried to grab it from Tony, who leaned out of Peter's reach. Peter scowl deepened as he and Tony started to play tug of war with the phone.

"Give it back," Peter screeched.

"No!"

Peter finally let go after realizing that fighting with Tiny was futile. Instead, he crossed his arms and tried to sink into the deep cushions of the couch. He lowered his eyes and licked his lips, silently praying that Tony wouldn't go through his texts. Quite honestly, he didn't want to get in a conversation with Tony over the texts. They were private, sharing information that Tony might tease him over.

Alas, Tony did open the texting app.

"Do you have no sense of privacy?" he muttered.

"Not really," Tony replied.

A large smile spread across his face and a loud laugh escaped his mouth. Tony leaned over, barely able to control his reaction. Peter blushed.

"Awwww Peter. You're really mad, huh?"

"I'm not mad!" Peter complained "I just wasn't expecting it."

"Whatever you say, bug boy."

"Don't call me that."

"Whatever—Still, you don't like the—"

"That was between me and Aunt May!" Peter yelled "And not you!"

Natasha walked in the room, an empty mug in her hand. After she placed it in the sink, she turned to the fighting team mates.

"What the hell is going on now?"

"Aunt May has a boyfriend!" Tony exclaimed, shoving Peter in the side.

Peter frowned and buried his head in his hands.

"He's super mad about it," Tony continued "I mean—really, really mad! Good thing you're you and not Bruce!"

"Back off," Natasha growled.

She stalked towards Tony and snatched the phone out of his hands. She gently tapped Peter's arm and handed him the phone. Peter smiled faintly and whispered a thank you.

"Tony, go clean up this mess," Natasha scolded, gesturing the empty KFC containers.

Tony sighed and started stacking them. Natasha wasn't in the mood for playing around . . . That was obvious. As much as he wanted to find out more about this whole situation with Peter's aunt, he knew he shouldn't ask any more questions in fear of making Natasha get angrier. Instead, he decided to ramble.

"You know, your Aunt is an extremely attractive woman. Reminds me of this weird girl I met when I went to Rome back in the nineties. She was a perfect image of Auntie Dearest. She was hot but didn't want to date because I didn't have the right name," his nose crinkled "Like I said, weird."

"Nobody cares," Natasha sassed.

She pulled Peter to the couch and sat next to him. Then, she set a steely gaze at Tony, commanding that he leave the two of them alone. Tony shrugged and left, the empty KFC container in hand. Natasha turned back to Peter, who had his arms crossed tightly over his chest.

"Wanna tell me what's going on?" she asked slowly.

Peter looked at Natasha warily. As far as he knew, Natasha didn't have an issue with him. In fact, she was rather nice under her calm and somewhat emotionless exterior. Yeah, she teased him a little bit, but she didn't have the pure disdain Tony had for him. She knew there was a line that she shouldn't cross when it came to jokes . . . Tony, however, was relentless. He joked way too much in a way that made Peter feel small and ridiculous. Applying Captain America's advice from the graveyard was difficult. Peter knew he needed to be here with the Avengers; it was his destiny for the time being . . . He could feel it. He had to put up with Tony and hold the bitter disappointment in. Tony was not going to be the confidant Peter thought he would be. Natasha, on the other hand . . .

"It's just," Peter started "It's stupid really. Aunt May just told me a co-worker asked her out. Yeah, it's dumb of me to care. I really want her to be happy. It's just that—well—the anniversary of Uncle Ben's death was just a few days ago."

"That's why you visited your Aunt May, right?"

"Yeah. I did not want her to be alone."

"Were you close to your Uncle?"

"Obviously. He raised me. He and Aunt May that is. When he died, both of our worlds shattered apart. It's just weird to see her moving on now."

Natasha didn't respond to that. Instead. She leaned back on the couch and chewed on her lip.

"It's not that I'm mad she's dating. I was just really surprised. And—and Tony cracking jokes about it doesn't really help."

Natasha nodded.

"I can tell you love your Aunt a lot and you want her to be happy with this guy—"

"It's just a date."

Natasha grinned.

"That's right," she giggled "It's just a date and even if it turns into something bigger, I'm sure you two will still be very happy."

Peter smiled back at the assassin and uncrossed his arms. He ran his hands through his curls, then chuckled to himself and shook his head.

"Tony is mostly talk. That's what he does to cover up how vulnerable he actually is," Natasha informed Peter.

"I think I've heard that somewhere," Peter quipped sarcastically.

"It's true. Whether you believe it or not. He is all fluff."

Peter nodded and then stood up.

"Thanks, Natasha for being the only good friend I got here."

Natasha stood up also and smiled. When she started to walk away, Peter grabbed her and pulled her into a hug. She was a taken back at first, but slowly hugged him back. After Peter let go, he knit his fingers together and stretched.

"I'm gonna go call Aunt May now," he said slowly "Thanks again."

"No problem," she replied.

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