Heyyyy!

It's been . . . months.

Guys. I don't know what to say. I'm so sorry. I hate not updating my stories, especially when people seem to like it so much. The thing is, I was out of inspiration for a while. After new years, my creative writing mindset just shut off. Before, I would see something and envision a whole story behind it. That just hasn't been happening lately. However, today I was listening to dumb nineties songs on Spotify and this song came up. For some reason, an idea randomly popped into my head. Everything just started lining up so I am happy to say I have ideas for a couple more chapters, which will involve some popular requests including the return of Pepper Potts and . . . *drum roll* Steve Rodgers himself. I also checked out the movie Only You from the library (which is hilarious and awesome btw) and I watched it this afternoon. That gave me an idea for either a one shot or something to add to this story. If you aren't familiar with Only You, look it up. It features some familiar faces and if I look a little inspiration from it, I think Peter would lose his- Wait, I guess you'll have to see.

I am sorry if this chapter isn't very long, interesting or well thought out. I wrote it just now. Seriously . . . I started thirty minutes ago. Obviously that means some quality standards might be compromised but I had to get something out to you. Anyway, welcome to this chapter which I shall be calling "We Both Kind Of Liked It." Enjoy.

"What is he listening to? It's starting to get super annoying."

Natasha looked up and smirked.

"Breakfast at Tiffany's. Don't ask me who sings it."

Peter frowned and plopped down next to Natasha on the couch. He leaned back on the pillows and sighed.

Tony had been listening to this same song over and over again for the past three hours, and apparently he forgot to notice that it was connected to the blue tooth speaker. Nobody had the heart to tell him to turn it off because it was a bad day. Or at least that's what Rhodey said when Peter complained about it. He had shut himself in his room and facetimed Gwen, who quickly listened to the lyrics.

"Tony's having a bad day, I presume?"

Peter nodded and rolled his eyes. They talked for a little bit. Gwen told him all about school and updated him on how Ned was doing after all this time. When they were done talking, Peter slinked back out to the common area to talk to Natasha, who was scrolling through Netflix. They were almost running out of things to watch . . . They just finished the Crown and 13 Reasons Why. They re-watched Stranger Things. Tony had been pissed about that. Stranger Things was his favorite.

"It's the one year anniversary of when Pepper broke up with Tony," Natasha said blankly as she clicked on the remote.

"And he's listening to the same sad love song?"

"It's not really a sad song. It was based off of one of Pepper's favorite movies, Breakfast at Tiffany's. I guess the song reminds him of it."

Peter never had someone break up with him. The only time he ever ended a relationship was when he was with Mary Jane and Tony had kind of done that for him. He'd never had his heart stomped on by someone that he dated though, so that part was kind of hard to understand. He could understand being lonely though and feeling like you did not have a lot going for you.

"I think it makes him hopeful," Natasha continued "The song is about two people who are vastly different but find one thing in common to make things work with and it's that they both like the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's."

"Oh."

Something about that made Peter feel strange. He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. Natasha stared at him warily, then shrugged and turned back to scrolling through Netflix. She finally selected a Sherlock Holmes movie. He leaned back again and snatched his phone out of his pocket and opened his pictures app.

Okay.

It wasn't his proudest moment, but hey! Tony was Tony and Peter felt like he could copy his ways a little bit. It was a screenshot, one from Tony's email. Quite honestly, he was surprised Tony did not have more security stuff on his email because it was quite easy for him to get in.

It all started when Peter found a picture of Captain America's shield on Tony's desk. It was scratched up from where the Black Panther had mauled it. The funny thing was that Tony never talked about Steve. It was a bitter subject, especially how James Barnes, Steve's best friend, murdered Tony's parents. Of course it was brutal for Tony. His parent's killer was out there somewhere with Steve. Peter just thought that Tony would avoid anything about his old friend, and not display a picture of the infamous shield on his desk.

That made Peter thing.

And hack Tony's email.

As it turns out, Tony had been emailing back in forth with Ross. Tony demanded to know why Ross refused to let the Avengers go save the world often. There were so many things they could have done, but Ross kept avoiding that. Everything on the news worried Tony . . . Issues in Syria where people needed to be rescued. The government kept hesitating though; they didn't think the crises were crises enough.

Finally, after weeks' worth of emails, Ross cracked and told Tony why the UN hadn't sent them out.
Apparently, they were too weak.

Peter screen shot that.

Yes, they had gained two new heroes but had lost many more . . . Captain America, The Falcon, the Hulk, the Scarlet Witch. They were gone now and nobody knew for sure where. According to Ross, they were not strong anymore and couldn't handle several of the crises Tony had brought up.

"Natasha, where is Steve?"

Natasha immediately clicked pause and turned to Peter.

"What do you mean?"

"Where's Steve?"

"What does this have to do with anything? We were talking about an Audrey Hepburn movie and now this."

She leaned forward.

"It was just a random thought. I don't know why. It's just . . . Never mind."

Natasha tilted her head to the side, her gaze trained on Peter's face. He looked down at his lap. What was the point of lying to Natasha? She could practically read his mind.

"Do you think we're strong without him?"

Natasha bit her bottom lip and shook her head.

"I'm not answering that, Peter."

"Why not?"

Natasha smiled faintly.

"Steve was a great friend of mine, Peter. You would have been friends with him too, but you've got to realize that he chose his own path. I wish him the best and you should too, but we can't have anything to do with him anymore."

"Right."

"You don't seem convinced."

"I'm not."

"Peter—"

"Natasha, listen. That song made me think."

"You're going to buy a diamond at Tiffany's and give it to Steve?"

"Don't be sarcastic. Just think though. The guy and the girl in the song are having problems but they find something in common and make up."

"You're truly incredible."

"What? It's not that insane!"

"Liking the same movie isn't going to pardon him. He's a criminal now."

"I'm not saying we need them to like the same movie! Gosh!"

"What're you saying then?"

Peter huffed and crossed his arms across his chest.

"I hacked Tony's email, okay?"

Natasha sat up and stared at him.

Peter could never remember a time where Peter was surprised.

Never.

She always remained cool and collected, masking her emotions as if they weren't even there. Everything she did was calculated and she knew what people were thinking before they said their thoughts out loud. She could predict any action a person might do. Peter never understood how she was able to do that . . . He assumed it was some form of a sixth sense engrained in her head from the Red Room. However, there she was, staring at him, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"You didn't," she finally said, her voice low and raspy.

"I did."

He handed her his phone and watched her read the contents on the screen. Her face scrunched up a little but, a blatant display of irritation crossing her face. Natasha's fingers quickly screen shot the image and she texted it to herself. She handed Peter's phone back to him.

"I—It was wrong to read his emails, wasn't it?"

"I'm surprised he hasn't figured out you did that."

"Considering the way he's acting right now—"

"Never mind that, Peter. What bothers me is that we could have saved so many people. People are dying and we could have at least helped evacuate them."

"That's what Tony is upset about."

"No wonder this whole Pepper thing has got him down. He already is carrying all this guilt on his shoulders."

"Do you think he regrets signing the Accords?"

Silence.

"That doesn't matter. It's signed and it's law," Natasha muttered.

Peter nodded and got up. He fixed one of the pillows he had wrinkled as Natasha looked down at her lap. She chewed on her lips and her eyebrows drew together in concentration.

"Peter, as hard as this is, we can't talk to Steve. It isn't possible. We could lead to his capture."

"But we aren't allowed to save the world without him. Maybe if we could get him to say he's sorry—"

"That would never happen. Even if we could get him to sign the Accords and get a pardon, Bucky would have to come along and you know how Tony feels about him."

"Yeah, but—"

"Steve might have been a vital part of the team, but so is Tony. Tony holds just as much foundation as Steve did."

"Natasha—"

"What?"

"We don't have to tell Tony and—"

Natasha growled and reached out, grabbing onto Peter's wrist. Peter flinched as Natasha's fingers circled around his wrist, squeezing it tightly.

"You mean well, Peter. We all know it, but this is where I am going to have to exert authority over you. I've been in this line of work a hell of a lot longer and on top of that, I'm an adult. If you say anything about this to Tony or attempt to find Steve, there will be severe consequences."

She let go of Peter's wrist and let it flop back into his lap. After she let out a sigh, she handed Peter the remote and stood up.

"Enjoy the movie, Petey."

"Don't call me—Never mind."

Natasha smiled faintly as she walked out of the room. After she'd been gone a few minutes, Peter shut the TV off and grabbed his phone. He quickly dialed a number and pressed it to his ear.

"What's up?" a familiar voice answered.

"Hey Jess. I need your help with something."

"Nothing new."

"The thing is . . ."

"What?"

"I need to find some common ground."