Wanda likes icing
FRIDAY announced that everyone was wanted in the common room. If asked, she didn’t elaborate, insisting that it was a surprise. One by one, the avengers gathered round on the seats, giving each other questioning looks but no one knew what was happening.
Then Peter and Harley emerged from the kitchen- if you could even call them that anymore. They looked like they had tried to take a bath in icing sugar; it was all over their faces and arms and they were both giggling while clutching a cake in between them.
“We made a cake!” They exclaimed as one, practically galloping over to the table to plop it down in front of the team, who didn’t know what they were expecting, but it sure wasn’t this.
“Is it edible?” Tony teased, and Harley shot him an offended glare and Peter looked at him as if he had been betrayed, even pulling out the innocent puppy eyes. That made him feel slightly guilty.
Wanda asked, “What’s the occasion?”
“There isn’t one. We just wanted to make a cake... do you guys not want our cake?” Peter said sadly, and Steve picked up the knife and prepared to cut the desert while saying, “Of course we do. I bet it’s-“
BANG!
Everyone apart from Natasha (and Peter and Harley, who grinned like madmen) jumped violently as chunks of icing flew through the air, splattering at least half of the team, leaving behind pathetic pieces of orange rubber on the plate as the balloon burst as soon as Steve pressed his knife into it.
Steve looked shocked, but Tony scowled, his cheeks smeared with cake decoration, “You tried to make me feel guilty!” The boys laughed and laughed as most of the avengers looked ready to murder a couple of teenagers, apart from Wanda who wiped her nose with her finger, licked it, and exclaimed, “hey this icing is pretty good!”
Sam shot up to his feet without warning and dove for the two pranksters, yelling “You little shits!” but missed as Peter grabbed Harley’s hand and squirmed away. “You can run, but you can’t hide in this tower,” Sam threatened.
“Maybe not, but you can’t reach us.” And with that, Harley wrapped himself around Peter like a koala again, and Peter bent his knees and pounced, easily jumping high enough to reach the high ceiling and clung to it by his fingertips and toes. Harley looked down at the team, stuck his tongue out mockingly and laughed triumphantly.
“Having a spider best friend is great. See ya suckers!!” And they scuttled away from the room, leaving behind a bunch of disgruntled adults, and Wanda. She lifted her finger to her tongue again, before Tony scowled at her, making her slowly move her finger back down to her lap sheepishly.
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Peter dropped down off the ceiling inside his room, landing carefully as to not shake Harley. As soon as they looked at each other, they burst into laughter again.
“Harls, yo-you’re covered in-“
“Petey, you got a little-“
Harley reached up and shook Peter’s hair, making white powder rain from his brown waves, and Peter did the same to Harley’s. They left a patch of icing sugar on the floor, and it was still all over their faces. Harley wanted to lick it off. No, brain, he bristled, and muttered about needing the toilet before stepping back from Petey and practically running away.
Poor Peter was left there on his own wondering if he did something wrong.