#7--April 20, 2019
You know Italian?
The lights slowly fade on in the living room, giving everyone's eyes some time to adjust as the credits of the movie begin to roll. Immediately, everyone goes through the routine of picking up before heading to their rooms for their own nightly routines. Except for one little spiderling.
Tony just picks up around the kid, not bothering to grab the blanket that he's clinging to. Peter has a bad habit of clinging to things when he's sleeping, especially if he hasn't been sleeping well. And since Peter slept halfway through one of his favorite movies, it's a testament as to how exhausted the kid is.
Once everything is placed away, everyone faces the predicament of whether or not they should wake the kid up. They've witnessed firsthand how the kid will literally jump on the ceiling if he's woken up from sleeping after not having a lot of sleep for a while. But they don't want to leave him on the couch either. They've all felt how uncomfortable a night on the couch can be despite how comfortable these particular couches are.
"Should we wake him up?" Sam whispers, looking at the kid who's curled up in a ball next to the arm of the chair, an ironman blanket clutched in his hands.
"He doesn't look like he's gotten a lot of sleep lately," Steve mutters back as they all watch the kid shift around a little with dark purple bruises under his eyes. After a few moments, Tony just shrugs.
"I'll carry him. It's not like I haven't done it before," he says, walking towards the kid and picking up his startlingly light weight. He freezes as Peter shifts around in his hold, dropping the blanket in favor of wrapping his arms over the man's shoulders and neck.
"What?" Peter asks sleepily in Italian, blinking groggily as he looks around. "What's going on?" Tony just looks at Peter with a completely baffled expression.
"You know Italian?" Steve asks in Italian, looking just as baffled as everyone else.
"How didn't we know this, little spider?" Natasha asks, looking slightly impressed and shocked that she didn't know this about the kid.
"What the heck, kid?" Clint says.
"Kid, how did I not know you speak Italian?" Tony asks, still holding the half-asleep kid in his arms, though he can see a blush making its way into the kid's cheeks from all of the attention and at the fact that he's holding him.
"What?" Sam asks in English, frowning and looking at everyone around him. "What are you guys saying? I don't speak Italian!" Everyone just looks at him as if it's completely ridiculous that he doesn't speak the language because apparently everyone in the room other than him can.
"Okay kid," Tony says in English, tossing the awoken spider back on the couch. "How did we not know that you speak Italian? And what other languages can you speak?" Peter's face is turning as red as his suit or Tony's armor with all of the attention.
"Well..." he says, fiddling with the sleeves of the sweatshirt he stole from Tony. "Aunt May is Italian and she kinda taught me when I moved in with her and Ben? We kinda just slip into it every now and then." He shrugs. "Other than that, I speak Spanish, though that's because I'm learning it in school."
"Huh," Tony says, sitting on the arm of a nearby chair. "I should've known. Your Aunt is a very--"
"If you end that sentence with 'hot Italian woman' I will web you to the ceiling and leave you there until the morning," Peter says, scowling at Tony. First when Tony first came to him about the 'internship', then Mr. Delmar, then that Asian guy at the Thai restaurant, and now Tony again? Why can't everyone just leave his aunt alone?
"Oh, did I hit a nerve?" Tony asks cheekily, waggling his eyebrows at Peter. Peter doesn't let up his stony face even as the other Avengers join in on the laugh. Eventually, he drops the look with the rolls of his eyes, muttering about 'stupid people and their stupid comments about Aunt May. Like, what are they even trying to do?' which leads to the laughter increasing tenfold.
Peter just crosses his arms and pouts before a yawn breaks it. He stands up and stretches, grabbing the blanket off the floor and effectively gathering the attention of the group as he makes his way to his bedroom.
"Night guys!" Peter says in Italian.
"Night, kid."
"See you tomorrow, little spider."
"Actually go to sleep this time!"
"Goodnight, kid."
"I still don't speak Italian!" This comment is Sam's, respectively. "Whatever. See you later, Spider-kid." Peter just narrows his eyes and rolls them as he makes his way down the hallway, ignoring Sam's quip at his name. Honestly, why can't people seem to get it right?
Peter doesn't even bother turning the lights to his room on as he stumbles towards his bed, slamming face down into his pillow. Not even a second later, Peter's conked out, his mind still flooded with thoughts of almost all of his teammates speaking a language that he's become very familiar with over the years.