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callboxkat · 4 years

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Omg these Second Chances mini fics fill my heart so much. Could I ask about Roman’s first time going out to eat with his dads I mean Logan and Patton?

Ah, yes. Roman and his dads friends. Anon, I may have gone a little overboard, but I regret nothing. This was just supposed to be a bullet point fic, but I think we’ve established that I don’t know when to stop.

I still included the bullet point fic at the end, of course, which kind of turned into an outline :)

A Spicy Celebration

Author’s note: This takes place between when Roman gets his job offer and when he starts actually working. So, between Pressure and Puzzling it Out.

Summary: It’s Patton’s and Logan’s anniversary, and Patton decides that the best way to celebrate is for everyone to go out to a fun restaurant!

Warnings: food mention, insecurity, nostalgia, guilt (this is mostly fluff I swear–)

Word count: 2790 (Like I said, I don’t know when to stop)

Second Chances Masterpost!

Writing Masterpost!

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Roman admired the coloring page he was working on. He had admittedly gone a little outside the lines, but he really liked how it was turning out. He enjoyed taking simple coloring page designs and making complex drawings out of them. This page had come from an old coloring book that had once been Patton’s, until the other man gifted it to Roman, saying that he would probably never get around to finishing it.

“Ready to go?”

Roman jumped and looked up. Logan stood in the doorway of the guest room, wearing his jacket and with his hair combed even more neatly than usual.

Roman awkwardly set down the colored pencil he was using. “Go where?” he asked, very much pretending that Logan hadn’t surprised him.

“My apologies, I was under the impression you knew. We are going out to a restaurant tonight, since it is the anniversary of my and Patton’s relationship.”

Roman’s mouth hung open slightly, processing. “Wait… you don’t want me to go with you guys to that, do you?”

Logan frowned. “Why wouldn’t we? Val is coming, too, if you are worried about being a….” He paused, as if trying to remember the phrase he wanted to use. “A ‘third wheel’. Not to pressure you, but Patton also seems excited at the prospect of all four of us going, and he might be disappointed if you do not.”

“Well, we can’t disappoint Patton,” Roman said, smiling uncertainly.

“So, you will come? We’re hoping to leave within the next ten minutes, if you are.”

Roman nodded. “Count me in.”

“Splendid.”

About five minutes later, Roman was ready. He dressed in one of the dress shirts and a pair of slacks that Patton and Logan had gotten him for job interviews, wanting to look nice for the anniversary dinner even though it wasn’t his anniversary. When he came downstairs, though, he was a little disconcerted to see that he might have been a bit overdressed compared to the others (except Logan, but he always dressed like that). No one said anything about it, though; and they all went out to the car. No one told Roman where they were going, so he simply allowed himself to be ushered into a seat. Patton, in the driver’s seat, was smiling, while his boyfriend sat in the passenger’s seat looked fondly exasperated. It was a common expression on him these days, Roman noted.

Val was seated beside Roman in the back seat. Things were a little tense between them at times, still, but she seemed to be warming up to him. She seemed to notice his confusion and leaned marginally towards him with a smirk.

“Just go with it, don’t worry. Patton chose the restaurant. We’re all just along for the ride.”

Soon, they pulled up to a Mexican restaurant, which Roman could tell even from the outside wouldn’t be all that authentic; but it had a cheery atmosphere. When they turned off the car and got out, he could hear faint music spilling out of open windows and the door whenever patrons came and went. Colorful lights glowed within.

When they stepped inside, Roman could tell why Patton liked this place so much. String lights shaped like white sombreros or pink llamas or red, green, and yellow chilies were strung along the windows and across the ceiling along with sheets of colorful papel picado. Cheery music and the sounds of chatter and conversation filled the air. Whatever wall space wasn’t taken up by various art pieces, photographs, and even a small guitar or two was painted a warm honey mustard yellow. A large Mexican flag hung in the entryway. Past the counter where a waiter stood ready to seat the guests, Roman could see tables with bouquets, pitchers of salsa, and bowls of chips set out on them.

Perhaps it was all a bit much, and Roman was very aware of how stereotypical the place was, but honestly, he was okay with that. It was stereotypical in a fun way.

“Hola,” said the waiter, picking up a stack of menus. “Four of y’all tonight?”

“Yep!” Patton said.

The waiter led them to a corner table and set down the menus, making sure they were all comfortably settled before they went off to tend to their other tables.

Val had already opened her menu, scanning its contents as she absently reached for the chips and salsa. Patton was showing Logan one of the llama string lights, pointing out how cute it was and saying that he had to see if he could find where the restaurant had gotten them.

Roman opened his own menu, like Val; but unlike her, he was more focused on the prices he saw there than the items themselves.

“Oh no,” Patton whispered, giggling. Roman glanced up to see that he’d spilled a bit of the salsa on the table.

“No harm done,” Logan replied, handing him a napkin.

Roman went back to the menu. The prices glared back at him.

I should just stick to the chips. Maybe a side of yellow rice or something. He glanced towards the sides menu, biting his lip.

“Hey, no!” Patton said, visibly upset. Roman looked up sharply, startled, and realized that he must have mumbled that out loud.

“Don’t just get a side,” Patton insisted. “Get what you want, or I’ll fight you.”

Logan patted his boyfriend on the back. Val glanced between them all, one eyebrow raised. Patton was far from threatening, but Roman felt his ears burn.

“Okay, okay,” he quickly relented. Patton relaxed.

“Don’t worry about the price,” he said. “It’s our treat.”

“As long as your order is within reason, you may request it,” Logan added.

Roman nodded, staring down at the menu.

Not long after, the waiter materialized over Val’s shoulder.

“Can I get some drink orders?” they asked, pen and paper at the ready, a pleasant smile in place.

Roman, who had conveniently just stuffed a chip full of salsa in his mouth, quickly waved for someone else to go first to save his poor dignity.

Val looked up at them. “Horchata, please,” she requested.

“Oooh, I want the hot chocolate,” Patton said cheerfully. “The Mexican one? It sounds good.”

Logan glanced at his boyfriend. “Ah,” he asked the waiter, “how spicy is the Mexican hot chocolate?”

“It’s a little spicy, but we can make it on the milder side, if you’d like?”

“Yes, I think that would be good,” he said, nodding. He turned back to his boyfriend. “What do you think, sweetheart?”

“Oh, okay,” Patton replied, smiling. “I wouldn’t want to lose my taste buds because they choc-a-lot of spices in there!”

Logan groaned at the pun, putting his head in his hands.

“Nice,” the waiter said, his customer service smile turning more genuine.

“I will have a lime soda,” Logan said into his hands, enunciating to be understood. “And I would appreciate an additional horchata, as well.”

Roman guessed that horchata was for Patton, in case the hot chocolate or his food was still too spicy for him.

The waiter turned expectantly to Roman. Thankfully, this time, he didn’t have any food in his mouth.

“Um…” Roman scanned the drinks, not actually having made a decision before this moment. “I’ll have the hot chocolate, too.”

“Alright, sounds good… and will y’all be needing another moment to decide on food? If not, I can take that now, and it’ll get out quicker.”

Logan slowly removed his face from his hands, sighing as if needing to recover from Patton’s pun.

Patton folded his menu. “Oh, well, I’m ready, what about…?”

After a moment, they agreed to go ahead and order. Patton went first, asking for the veggie taco meal. Logan, after him, ordered chicken fajitas; but of course, he had to point out as he did so that fajitas were an American invention, and not a truly authentic Mexican food.

“Yes, yes, Lo, you said that last time one of us had fajitas,” Val said, rolling her eyes at her brother. “I’ll have the… ‘Mega Spicy Chicken’.”

“Oh, really?” the waiter asked, looking at her appraisingly. “When they say ‘mega spicy’, they mean it.”

Roman glanced down at the menu and quickly found what the waiter was talking about. The dish had four flaming chili peppers printed next to it.

“I’m sure,” Val responded cheerily, closing her menu.

“I’ll get that, too,” Roman said impulsively. Val glanced at him.

Sure, it was spicy, but Roman was a proud Latino. He could handle it. Plus, since Val had ordered it, Roman was pretty sure that Logan would consider the order’s price to be “within reason”. Most of the prices on the menu weren’t all that expensive to the family, he knew, especially since he got the idea that they didn’t eat out often; but it was a nice reassurance regardless.

“Okay,” the waiter shrugged, writing it down.

…

As the waiter set down everyone’s drinks, they smiled and said, “Just so y’all know, we have a special going on right now. If you can eat an entire ghost pepper in thirty seconds, without drinking anything until you’re done, your drink will be free.”

“Oh, sign me up,” Val said, grinning.

Not to be outdone (and happy to potentially lessen the bill), Roman said, “Me too.”

Logan’s eyebrows went up, and Patton started protesting before Roman had even finished speaking.

“Wait, Roman, you don’t have to do that, we’re perfectly happy to—”

Roman waved them off. “No, no, it’s okay, promise.”

Patton frowned at him. “But… it’s a ghost pepper.” He whispered the words “ghost pepper” as if he was afraid that an actual ghost would hear them.

“I know, Pat,” Roman said, smiling confidently and sitting up straight with a dramatic flair. “I shall vanquish this beast, don’t you worry!”

Patton gave him one more worried look, but he didn’t argue further. Val, meanwhile, gave him a knowing look, taking a small sip of her horchata.

Despite his projected confidence, Roman was already starting to have doubts when the waiter walked off. He had a feeling he might regret this. Roman could handle some heat, but ghost peppers were some of the hottest peppers out there.

It was too late to back out now.

Within a minute, the waiter was back. With a mariachi band.

At first, Roman thought that maybe they just happened to be walking by each other, that maybe the restaurant had hired the small band to walk around sometimes and play. But, no, they were definitely all headed to their table.

“Oh my god,” Val said, hiding a laugh behind her hand.

The waiter stopped before their table, a microphone and two small plates in hand.

“Buenos noches, everyone!” the waiter said into the microphone, their voice carrying easily over the music. Roman barely registered the incorrect Spanish, suddenly very nervous. “Two of our patrons have decided to take up the ghost pepper challenge tonight! Let’s cheer them on!” Based on the grin on the waiter’s face, this was their favorite part of the job.

Cheers went up all over the restaurant as the waiter set down two small plates, one in front of Val and one in front of Roman. They were each plain white, empty save for a single, 3-inch-long orange pepper. Val grinned, appearing both amused and a little embarrassed by the attention.

Roman was pretty sure his face was burning red even though he hadn’t yet taken a single bite of the pepper. He was not expecting so much fanfare to come with this challenge.

He glanced at Patton and Logan. Patton had started bouncing in anticipation, his hands pressed together; and Logan clapped politely, looking around at all the other customers watching them.

It can’t be that bad, Roman told himself, delicately picking up the pepper by the stem.

He was wrong.

Tears sprung in his eyes with the first bite, his mouth immediately aflame. He quickly choked down the rest of the pepper. His throat tried to close up, rejecting even the thought of swallowing it, but Roman forced it down. He panted, opening his mouth for the waiter to see that he’d swallowed it. He barely heard the cheers as they announced that he’d done it.

Val finished a second later, and the cheering got louder. The mariachi band resumed playing, louder than before, and the waiter clapped, glee on their face.

Roman had already snatched up his glass of water, and he was chugging it. He finished the whole thing, reached instinctively for his hot chocolate, remembered that it was spicy, and instead grabbed the extra horchata that Logan had ordered. Logan watched in amusement as he did, but Roman didn’t even think about the fact that he’d stolen it until half of it was gone.

Realization struck him, and he slowly moved the drink away from his lips even though his mouth was still burning. “Um… sorry,” he gasped, setting it down. He wiped at his eyes with the hand that hadn’t touched the pepper. He hadn’t noticed when the band and the waiter left, but they must have done so at some point, for they were alone again.

Val, who had drunk quite a bit of her own horchata, was clearly trying not to laugh. Her eyes, visible over the rim, were crinkled with humor.

Logan chuckled. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “That was quite amusing to watch.”

…

Roman tried very hard not to laugh, watching as his former nemesis carefully cut up his fajitas with a knife and fork.

“Ah, behold,” Val said, her tone suggesting that this was not at all unusual, “the one true way to eat a fajita.”

“It’s neater this way,” Logan claimed, lifting a forkful to his mouth.

As if to demonstrate, Patton picked up one of his veggie tacos. When he went to take a bite, about a quarter of its contents fell out the other end. “Whoopsie-doodles!”

The corner of Val’s mouth quirked up. “Maybe,” she admitted, going back to her own food.

Roman, meanwhile, had some regrets about ordering his own spicy dish. It wasn’t nearly as bad as the ghost pepper had been, but the heat seemed to build the more he ate. He drank quite a bit of his water, trying to cool down his poor mouth.

After a while, Logan silently pushed the extra horchata in his direction, casting him a knowing look. Roman gratefully accepted it, since it seemed Patton didn’t want it. The younger man was happily eating his messy tacos and drinking his hot chocolate. No one pointed out the mustache the drink left on his face.

With the blessing of the horchata helping to quell Roman’s burning mouth, he found that he quite liked the food. And for most of the rest of the meal, they ate, and they talked, and they cheered along with everyone else when another patron decided to try eating the ghost pepper.

Roman almost forgot about his hot chocolate, until Patton asked him if he liked it, seeming confused about the fact that the cup was still full.

“Oh—yeah, it’s really good!” Roman assured even though he hadn’t taken a sip yet, picking it up. “Sorry, I got distracted.”

“No need to be sorry,” Logan assured, before taking another careful bite of his fajita.

Regardless, Roman took that moment to take a sip of his hot chocolate. It had cooled somewhat, and it wasn’t very spicy. Perhaps they had made his mild, too, like Patton’s. But the taste of cinnamon was strong. He felt a strong sense of familiarity—it wasn’t quite the same, but it really reminded him of….

A lump rose in Roman’s throat. He set down the mug, not having expected that reaction.

Val snorted. “You ate a ghost pepper, and now the hot chocolate is making you tear up?” she asked jokingly.

Roman forced himself to laugh, reaching for the horchata even though he didn’t need it. “Alright, you caught me, I’m a disgrace to my Latino brethren.”

Thankfully, the moment soon passed.

They went back to just talking and enjoying the rest of their meal. Roman didn’t touch the hot chocolate again, but he ate nearly half of his entrée. Logan continued to eat his fajitas with a fork, attracting snickers from a couple of kids seated at a nearby table. The waiter stopped by a few times to refill drinks and check in on them. Patton told the story of how he and Logan had met, talking mostly to Roman since he was the only one who didn’t know the story. And they all went home with plenty of leftovers.

All in all, it wasn’t a bad night.

…

And now, the bullet point fic!!

…

-This takes place between when Roman gets his job offer and when he starts actually working. So, between Pressure and Puzzling it Out.

-Everybody goes out to celebrate the anniversary of Patton’s and Logan’s relationship!

-This is after Val decided to give Roman a chance, plus Logan’s her brother, so she’s part of the gang

-No there’s nothing weird about them all going shut up

-This is Patton, he wants his famILY to celebrate with them

-Roman is ushered into a car without knowing where they’re going. Logan seems a bit exasperated, Patton is smiling, and Val just smirks and tells him that it’s Patton’s idea and to go with it

-They go to a not-so-authentic but quite fun Mexican restaurant

-On to the restaurant.

-It is a sight. We’re talking string lights shaped like red, green, and yellow chilies, colorful banners, papel picado, cheery music spilling from the speakers, and waiters walking around with platters of food and drink. There’s bouquets of flowers, pitchers of salsa, and bowls of chips on the tables. It’s one of those places where there’s art and various decorations all over the walls, including photos of famous people who have eaten there (it’s a small number, but more than Roman would have expected). A Mexican flag is hung behind the counter where a waiter waits to seat people.

-Maybe it’s a bit much, and maybe a little stereotypical, but admittedly in a fun way; so Roman rolls with it.

-they get a table in one of the corners, and they’re all given menus. Roman is a bit overwhelmed, looking at all the prices

-He accidentally mumbles aloud that he might just stick to the chips and salsa and a side of yellow rice, and Patton threatens to fight him if he doesn’t get something more than that

-The waiter comes back to give out water and take their orders

-Roman had just put a chip in his mouth so he frantically waves for someone else to go first

-Patton gets veggie tacos, Logan chicken fajitas (“Fajitas are actually an American invention, not a truly Mexican food” “Yes, Logan, you said that last time, too” (Val)), and Val gets just about the spiciest thing on the menu, something called “Mega Spicy Chicken” There are four flaming chili peppers next to it.

-As a proud Latino and a lover of taking up challenges, Roman gets the same thing.

-Doing so has the added bonus of Roman being able to reassure himself that he’s “allowed” to get something with that price

-Roman and Patton both get Mexican hot chocolate, Val gets horchata, and Logan gets a bottle of lime soda. He also wisely orders an extra horchata for Patton, very aware that Patton does not deal well with heat

-When the waiter returns with the drinks, they claim that the restaurant is having a special where if you can eat an entire 3-inch ghost pepper within thirty seconds, your drink is free

-Val happily accepts, and, not to be outdone, Roman does the same

-Patton starts to protest, saying Roman doesn’t have to do that just to make his order cheaper, and Logan’s eyebrows go up, but Roman just waves them off, saying it’ll be fine. Val knows what’s up and looks at Roman with a glint in her eyes.

-Roman is already beginning to have regrets

-And then the waiter returns with the peppers. And a mariachi band.

-Yes, a mariachi band

-“Two of our patrons have decided to take up the ghost pepper challenge tonight! Let’s cheer them on!” the waiter calls out over the music. This is clearly their favorite part of the job.

-Cheers go up all over the restaurant. Patton is bouncing, Val’s grinning in a simultaneously amused and embarrassed way, and Logan politely claps. Roman’s gone red and he hasn’t even eaten the pepper yet.

-The plates are set down. Plain white and empty save for a single pepper in the middle.

-How bad could it be? Roman tells himself.

-Turns out, pretty bad

-He does finish the pepper though

-He downs his entire glass of water, and, knowing that his Mexican hot chocolate is spicy, shamelessly steals about half of the extra horchata before he can think about it

-Val’s eyes are watering, and she also drinks quite a bit of her horchata, but she’s also trying not to laugh at Roman’s reaction

-He even gets a chuckle out of Logan

-“You did it!” Patton cheers. “You didn’t die!”

-Logan eats his fajitas with a fork and knife. Roman tries not to laugh. Val and Patton are clearly used to this, but that won’t stop Val from teasing him about it.

-Patton, meanwhile, keeps losing the insides of his veggie tacos when he goes to take a bite

-Roman has regrets about ordering his spicy food, and Logan knowingly hands over the extra horchata, since Patton seems okay without it. He has his water to counteract the spice in his hot chocolate, and the veggie tacos aren’t very spicy

-Roman waits until near the end to actually take a sip of his own Mexican hot chocolate

-They went light on the spice, but the cinnamon is strong. Roman gets a little choked up at the familiarity

“You ate a ghost pepper and now the hot chocolate is making you tear up?” Val asks jokingly, unfortunately noticing but fortunately not understanding what’s actually happening

-Roman laughs along with her. “Okay, you caught me, I’m a disgrace to my Latino brethren.”

-The moment passes

-They go back to happily talking. Logan and Patton talk about how they met, since Roman doesn’t know the story, drinks get refilled, music plays, Logan keeps eating his fajitas with a fork. It’s fun.

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sunmoonandeddie · 5 years

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little ballerina (9/16)

pairing: peter parker x reader

word count: 3,111

summary: After The Snap was reversed and the world went back to normal, Natasha Romanov had one request of her team: to infiltrate and destroy the Red Room.

chapter warnings: like minimal swearing.

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a/n: So I felt like I should bring this up, but the reader is written as poc, specifically latina. Of course, it can be read as any ethnicity, but as a mixed latina, I rarely find fics written about us. Also, I rarely find representation in ballet. When more of the reader's past comes out and when she goes out into the world, it'll become more obvious. Once again, it can be read as any ethnicity, but yeah. I just wanted to bring that up. As always, let me know what you think!

Your nightly phone calls with Peter continued, until it turned into FaceTime. It got to the point where as soon as the clock struck eleven, the other Avengers knew that you'd be going to your room and wouldn't come out until the next morning. It gave you more structure. Your sleep schedule was getting better and better with each passing night. Mostly because Peter would remind you to take two melatonin at midnight on the dot, but that's beside the point.

The point was that you were getting better.

You had your daily sessions in the lab, and then after you would go to the studio with Natasha and dance until F.R.I.D.A.Y. called the two of you for dinner. Usually it was Thai or Chinese. You, however, were craving some authentic Mexican food. Specifically, tamales. You hadn't had any since before you were taken by the Red Room, and it was a craving that you hadn't had since you were fourteen. You had gotten too used to the meal replacement shakes and smoothies. They had just enough in them to keep you nourished and healthy. The only solid food you had was at dinner, and it was always baked chicken and vegetables on a small bed of rice. No seasoning, no sauce, nothing. It was horrible.

You wiped the sweat from your face as you and Natasha entered the living area, the other Avengers already grabbing food from where it sat in the kitchen area. Seemed like tonight was Indian food. Bucky was piling chicken karahi onto his plate. Bumping your hip against his, you smiled as you grabbed a plate. "Leave some from the rest of us."

The brunette smirked as he bumped you back, sending you stumbling to the right. "You need a shower. You smell."

"Hey!" You frowned as you grabbed a spoon to put some of the vegetable chettinad on your plate. "I didn't sweat that much." You couldn't help but check as he walked away laughing, relieved to find that you didn't smell that bad. It was just Bucky being an asshole.

You joining the Avengers during mealtimes was a recent development. You had sometimes eaten lunch with them, even though most of them had the bad habit of forgetting to stop whatever they were doing to get food. That just meant that you had taken it upon yourself to bring food to whoever was in the compound if they didn't come by the kitchen to get it themselves. It was almost always leftovers from the night before, but no one really minded. There were worse things to eat.

Climbing onto the couch beside Natasha, you tried to catch up with the conversation happening around you.

"—can't do that. We need you, Bucky, Rhodey, and Nat to go in. She can't run tech if she's on the ground," Tony said, in a somewhat heated discussion with Steve.

The blonde raised his eyebrows, having forgotten the food that he had set on the coffee table in front of him. "What about you or Peter? Or even Bruce?"

"Peter doesn't get back from MIT until tomorrow, and I'm running with Bruce, Thor, Vision, Sam, and Wanda to the UN. If we're not there in the morning for the meeting, they're going to freak out and we'll have another Accords situation again. They're already irritated that I'm not bringing everyone."

That seemed to bring everyone's moods down a few pegs as it grew deathly quiet.

"I can do it."

Everyone turned to look at you, and you shrunk back a little. They all seemed shocked that you would want to help.

"I thought you didn't like us," Sam said, breaking the silence. Amusement lit up his eyes as he looked at you and the way that Natasha seemed ready to pounce on anyone who made a negative comment.

Shrugging, you pushed your chettinad around on a plate that was too nice for the rambunctious group. At least one piece of dishware was broken each day, whether by clumsiness or one of the super soldiers forgetting how strong they were as they tossed it into the sink to be washed later. "I don't not like you."

"Well, I'll be damned," Tony chuckled as he shook his head. Pepper was seated to his left, swiping on her tablet. You knew she was listening, but being CEO of Stark Industries was a tough job that gave few breaks. "Are you actually offering to help us?"

"Listen, if you don't want my help, you can just say it," you retorted, feeling yourself grow a little defensive.

"I think she should help." Everyone's eyes then turned to Wanda, who was tucked into Vision's side. Their dynamic was weird, but good. You watched her warily, not exactly sure where she was going with this. "We're almost done with breaking the Stockholm Syndrome bonds in her brain. The Red Room doesn't have a hold on her brain anymore, and she's good with tech." Wanda hesitated, trying to find the right words. "She's clever and thinks well on her feet. If she wants to offer her help, we would be stupid not to take it."

You stared at Wanda for a long time, only half-listening as Tony agreed and began to make plans. You weren't sure what her angle was. After all, the two of you did not get along, to say the least. Every interaction you two had was polite words through clenched teeth and narrowed eyes. For her to say such nice things about you... Well. She had to have some kind of angle.

"—sure to set your alarm early." You turned your focus back on Tony, who had a smirk as he said, "That means no FaceTiming with Peter until three in the morning, you hear?"

Your cheeks went ablaze as you looked down at your food. The other Avengers were chuckling into their own food, trying to hide their amusement. "We don't... We don't FaceTime until three in the morning," you muttered, clearly embarrassed. But you weren't sure why. It was just Peter, after all.

"Right," Bucky said, pretending as though he was going to come to your defense. "They FaceTime until eight, when Peter has to wake up for class." He sent you a wink from across the circle, causing you to roll your eyes.

You were trying to find the right words to respond, that wouldn't make the situation worse, when Vision said, "I think it's sweet that they stay on FaceTime even when they fall asleep. It reminds me of Wanda and I during the Infinity War." Wanda seemed to get just as embarrassed as you as she turned to look up at Vis, whispering into his ear. Sometimes it was hard to remember that Vision was technically an A.I., even though he could morph himself to look completely human, just like now. He was as human as human could be, in your mind. He thought for himself and had feelings just like everyone else in the room. The way he looked at Wanda was proof enough of that.

The only issue is that Vision's words hadn't helped your situation any. They was more muffled laughter and teasing from Tony and Bucky, with Nat giggling beside you. You don't think you'd ever heard her giggle, but it was nice. She had become a huge maternal figure to you in the past week. "Stop it," you ordered, pointing your fork at Tony and Bucky. You had tried to have a stern look but you could tell it wasn't really working. "Peter and I are just friends."

"Yeah, because all friends sleep in the same bed every night and Facetime when they can't be together," Bruce chimed in from the other side of Natasha. He was usually pretty quiet during meal times, only throwing in a few jokes here and there.

"And Peter definitely calls all of his friends 'angel,'" Tony said, sending a round of laughter through the group.

You were sure that you were red as a tomato as you rubbed your hands on your leggings. Even though you had cooled down from your workout with Nat, you found that you were starting to sweat again and your hands were getting clammy. "How do you know about that?"

"So it's true?!" Sam exclaimed, grinning from ear-to-ear.

You didn't respond, choosing instead to stuff your mouth with a fork full of rice and vegetables.

Tony smirked as he wrapped an arm around Pepper. "You're not the only one who FaceTimes with Peter, Y/N. He may or may not have referred to you as angel. It actually took a few times before I realized it was you he was talking about and not some girl he had met at MIT."

You felt yourself bristling at just the thought of him meeting some other girl, which just sent another wave of confusion through you. Why did it bother you so much? It was just Peter. He deserved to be happy. If he found a girl (or boy, you didn't judge) that made him happy, then you would be happy for him. Maybe.

Wanting to get the attention off of you, you waved your hand nonchalantly towards Natasha and Bruce, who were sitting very close together. "So you're making something out of nothing with Peter and I, but we're not going to talk about whatever's going on with those two?"

There were hoots and hollers as a blush crept up Bruce's neck, Natasha just looking at you in surprise. "Thanks, Y/N, way to throw me under the bus," she muttered so only you could hear.

You shrugged, mouthing a 'sorry' before sitting back as everyone began to rail into the two. You knew that if Clint were here, he'd be making smart ass comments, too, but he had gone home to his farm for the last two weeks. He wasn't supposed to come back for another two weeks and he was bringing his wife and kids with him when he did.

A few minutes later, you stood and brought your plate to the sink. You didn't even notice that Wanda had followed you until she slid in her plate next to yours. Looking up at her, you crossed your arms over your chest. "Uh... Thank you. For what you said earlier," you said quietly, glancing from the ground up to her face and back again.

"It was nothing," she insisted, rinsing off both her plate and yours. "What I said was true. You're smart." There was quiet for a few moments as the older girl put the two plates into the dishwasher. "I'm sorry that we got off on the wrong foot. I'm very... protective of the others, and you weren't exactly friendly when you first arrived." She looked up at you, her eyes softer than you had seen them before. "Nat is one of my best friends. We were the only two girls, besides Pepper, when you showed up. It kind of forces you together."

You couldn't help but grin as you looked back towards the others. True to her word, Natasha and Pepper were the only two women sitting among the men. "You've gotta stick together to survive the sea of testosterone." The girl beside you snorted, looking out towards the group, too. You glanced up towards her, leaning back against the counter. "I'm sorry for slapping you, by the way. And... you know, being the way I was."

"That wasn't your fault," she said. "I was the same way when the Avengers first found my brother and I. HYDRA made my brother and I into weapons of mass destruction. We actually hated Tony Stark with a passion before realizing that him and the rest of the Avengers were only trying to do their best. They didn't mean to hurt people, they just meant to save as many people as possible."

You were a little surprised to find that her backstory was pretty similar to yours. "Your brother? What happened to him?"

Wanda swallowed, biting her lip. You could see the pain overcoming her face. "He died in Sokovia protecting Clint, who was protecting a kid."

"You miss him?" You knew it was a dumb question to ask, but as someone who had also lost their family, you knew that it was an experience that linked the two of you together.

She nodded, a sad smile on her face. "Every day."

"I miss my mama," you murmured, eyes watching Natasha as she laughed with the others. "I have Nat now, of course, but it's not the same."

Wanda turned to you, her eyes filled with compassion. "This new family doesn't mean you forget the old one. But your mother would want you to be happy."

With that, she walked away and you felt a little bittersweet as you watched her tuck herself back into Vision's side. You hadn't realized how much she had been through, but it made sense. The Avengers had a talent for finding broken people and taking them in. Your new family, as Wanda called it, was a collection of hurt people.

You were all broken people learning how to be whole again together. You could see it in the way that Steve constantly checked that Bucky was beside him, that finding him again wasn't a dream, or in the way that Tony would squeeze Pepper's hand in his. Each of you had made this little group into their family. You couldn't imagine how bad it had been when the Civil War happened, let alone the Infinity War. Peter had explained in detail what had gone on. You had had little information since The Red Room barely gave you any. All you knew was that one day, a bunch of the girls in the Red Room had disappeared in to no where, and then one day they just reappeared, talking about some place called Soul World.

It had been terrifying, to say the least.

As you joined the group once again, you realized you were unsure about telling Peter about you going on a mission in the morning. You were only going to be in the quinjet running tech, of course, but it was still a mission. There was still a chance you'd get hurt if some one found you.

You were periodically checking your phone as the group sat around, laughing and joking with each other. They had transitioned from dinner to drinking. When you had tried to grab something, though, Nat had swatted your hand away. "You still have another year and a half," she ordered, causing you to purse your lips and cross your arms over your chest. They were getting more and more relaxed and goofy as they drank more and more. Even Steve and Bucky were finishing off the Asgardian Mead that Thor had brought with him. He was bringing more in the morning when he arrived, so they weren't exactly worried about running out.

As soon as the clock hit eleven, you slid off the couch and tried to get to the elevator without the others noticing. It was to no avail, though, since Sam caught sight of you and let out a long whistle, causing the others to turn and look. You ignored their obnoxious cat calls and whistling as you stepped into the elevator, flipping the bird at them as the door closed.

You took a quick shower, your heart racing as the phone rang just as you were stepping out. 11:15 PM, on the dot. A picture you had screenshotted of Peter before he left was on the screen, drool dripping down his face as he slept. You had woken up before him one morning to find him still asleep on FaceTime. You just couldn't resist and had quickly made it his contact picture.

Diving onto the bed, you answered the call and felt yourself relax as his familiar smile filled up the screen.

"Hey, Y/N, how was your day?" He asked, turning to swat away a pillow that his roommate, Ned, was throwing at him. You had spoken to Ned in passing over FaceTime, though it was usually only for a minute or two before Peter kicked him out of his room. Even though they both had their own rooms in the small apartment that Tony rented for them, they spent most of their time together when they weren't in class.

"Hi, Peter," you giggled, watching as Ned began to try to grab the phone, shouting your name. "Hi, Ned, how are you?"

There was more shouting and you laughed as Ned finally got a hold of the phone and locked himself in the bathroom, Peter banging on the door in the background. "I'm good, just wondering when I'm going to get to meet you."

"Oh, really?"

There was more shouting as Ned nonchalantly shrugged. "Yeah, I keep trying to get Peter to bring me to the compound, but he said Mr. Stark won't like it, even though I'm his Guy in the Chair."

"His Guy in the Chair?" Your head cocked to the side in confusion as you tried to understand. There was a lot of pop culture references you still didn't get, but you were getting better at it with each day. This seemed to be another one of those things.

Ned's eyes went wide as he realized what kind of a treasure he had stumbled upon. Someone with little knowledge of pop culture that he could teach himself. It was amazing. "The Guy in the Chair is the guy in all the superhero movies that does the tech. He sits behind the computer and helps the hero. It's what I do when Peter goes on solo missions that aren't given to him by the UN or Mr. Stark."

"Wait." Your eyes narrowed as you realized what he was implying. "Are you telling me that Peter goes on missions alone?!"

Ned must've realized how upset you were, because he quickly shouted, "Peter, she wants to talk to you!" He opened up the door, shoving the phone into said boy's hand before shutting himself into his room.

"What was that about?" Peter asked, a little out of breath and confused.

"Peter Benjamin Parker, are you going on missions alone?" You demanded, and watched as his eyes went wide. "Because that better not actually be what I'm hearing."

He rubbed the back of his neck as he went to his room and shut the door with a soft click. You could see how much of a mess was behind him, but you ignored that for now as you focused on the most pressing issue. "Uh... Maybe?"

"PETER!"

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Even going to school and Knowing every part of a topic or the intricacies of every discipline wont help ya or liberate ya once u dont have the concepts explained below of making gadgets and contrivances and even praying fervently in all beautiful declarations or 4 long hours. Even eating corpses as earlier though, the bottomless at 1st u must know how to talk to jachien as devil, Christ with little kids/children to cement the truth. Its starts from their and thats the criteria.

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Unless God speaks again is when we can authenticate the bible truth and doctrines, if not they were written but 1 thing cements the truth to tell u God exists like at night u hear hell door being shut up with a voice and those who have died if u partake -mwarubaine- u see them in hell or on bench waiting or free. Goat and ship parable to bring the above reality

Ona vile voke amefura vile anatembea, eti madem anatake wameongeza mangari na sasa watu wanataka kuanza kuwasumbuwa sasa ni sharti alete hiyo jinsia waache eti got to be wise or cleaver to rattle a certain trait dude period.

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Buy siporui electrical generator and sincro as googled

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Click the E-engines 4 mini-speed boat in the link below

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The type of hole above is found on the shores of Mexican coastline to perform well the described below as well as in African coastline and inland waters as well as the Caribbean isles

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The link above rep those who are feeling bad that u have made it through out of hell fire zone as the expected as paid eye witness as u say Mr Hindu willow pachi as ya mind to give ya different behavioral character, weed parable or Jesus with little children to cement the truth which tantamount to zero-work on hindu looking for high seat like in the link below

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Ndawa and dawa as well find their way to Africa via the above methods as worker and vineyard parable crops in to cement the truth as much as mfalme wa ya whodi of what Christ was saying not ya own interpreted versions. Dust is the Satan food as well to bring out reality.

If u do any voodoo to me like pouring out this and that on my this and that to harm me, u have gotten it out wrong as i got magrass, manyasi as antidote which the boomerang comes back to ya. Like falling under ya own trap after u 4 get u place it their.

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Corrugated new technology USA houses now in Kenya in the link below

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Below is Nigerian water powered generator inside the link and Mikano generators

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https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&ei=3cORXuPQLNXkgwe194TQCQ&q=mikano+generator+made+in+which+country&oq=mikano+generator+made+in+which+country&gs_lcp=CgZwc3ktYWIQAzoECAAQR0oKCBcSBjEyLTEyMEoICBgSBDEyLThQnkBY-ktggFNoAHAEeACAAe0BiAHhC5IBAzItN5gBAKABAaoBB2d3cy13aXo&sclient=psy-ab&ved=0ahUKEwijs7iXu-DoAhVV8uAKHbU7AZoQ4dUDCAs&uact=5

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https://olist.ng/kitchen-appliances/Osuji-Nigerian-Made-YamFufuPlantainCocoyam-Poundin-17190550044673.html?city_name=&trace_id=290712450001

https://www.google.com/search?q=mikano+generator+images&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiqj_3JveDoAhUMkxQKHSJYBjIQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654#imgrc=4XeFv0a8f9VcoM

Ghana made fuel-less generator in the link below, click dude, waste no time

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PjkJXlJzkBU

Buy as well Switzerland ABB made No fuel generator in the link below

https://www.google.com/search?q=abb+generator+images&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwik97mrwODoAhXQA2MBHecCDpUQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

https://new.abb.com/motors-generators/generators/generators-for-wind-turbines/permanent-magnet-generators/medium-speed-permanent-magnet-generators

Buy cooking kitchen ware made from or direct from Nija as Nigeria in the link below as well as mixi or nexus appliances

https://www.google.com/search?q=nulec+home+appliances+from+which+country&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjY0t7aweDoAhUS5uAKHZc0BxcQsAR6BAgIEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

https://madeinnigeria.biz/

https://www.nairaland.com/4943722/locally-made-nigeria-electric-bucket/3

https://www.google.com/search?q=maxi+appliances+images&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwij7_W3xODoAhUyAWMBHWLwDcgQsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ppd-PM8m7iA

https://www.google.com/search?q=nexus+appliances+images&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjBkqiIxeDoAhXBAGMBHRY9BAYQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

Buy from Kenya binatone kitchen ware appliances in the link below or Bulgaria lachi

https://www.google.com/search?q=binatone+appliances+images&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjo0vK-xeDoAhVgDGMBHcr1DLsQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

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sirjustice105-blog · 4 years

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Theft eliminated finally

Look at how dedanul is standing on the road some1 might think he is thinking profoundly but unfortunately if u could have known his thinking u could be pitying him as his wife is cooking stew meat and he is somehow angry but with the visitors to the the above, it means he will have to part with few pieces as well as a small piece of ugali which if alone he can eat like 4 times, so he is thinking on how he can do the same with still maintaining respect. See what am saying, he is calling his wife to keep him the food he wont be able to eat with them so if they leave some ugali he will add to his. Girlfriend " I will be there after an hour" says delanu, as he head to but a dime roasted maize on the other side of the road.