Realisations

Music streamed loudly from the speakers in peters room.
The echoing sounds of indie rock poured into the room, as Peter and his friends were sprawled around the bedroom. MJ had taken up residence on the floor, flat on her back with a notebook a few spaces away from her hand and a bowl of sweets balanced on her stomach.

Ned had commandeered Peter's desk as he lazily spun around in circles on the spinny leather chair. The computer on the desk lit up with a YouTube playlist. Various mountain dew bottles littering the area. The glazed look in his eyes not so clear in the low lighting of the room.

Peter was sprawled out on his bed, a tub of brownies on his left, that was already half empty. His eyes bloodshot and my face relaxed. As the dark brown curls from his head were fanned out around his head getting lost in the dips and folds of the bed covers.

"Hey, hey guys! What would flash's face look like if he found out I was Spiderman?" Peter questioned giggling slightly at the mental image.

Ned's face lit up at the question, the cogs in his brain turning at the possibilities. "Ooo, oh my god. He would be so jealous, and soo mad!"

"He'd probably cry, or at least get really embarrassed, he's a Spiderman Fanboy if he found out he'd been bulling his idol. Oh, the crisis that Idiot would be in." MJ added in.

The two boys wholeheartedly agreed, picturing just how flash would react to the knowledge that his 'most beloved' Spiderman was there in school with him the entire time.

"He probably runs a secret Tumblr, dedicated to you Pete" Ned mused. Causing another round of giggling to spread throughout the group.

Grabbing another brownie from the tub and shoving the chocolatey confectionery into his mouth, Peter hummed as the taste.

"Parker, will your avenger friends be pissed that we're getting high off edibles in your room while they all think that us lot are probably studying or watching a movie?" Michelle raised herself slightly off the floor, looking up to the bed while she asked.

Peter groaned slightly, shifting himself into a sitting position.

"Well Mr Stark said if you're gonna do anything he'd rather we do it here where it's safe, and you 2 are staying over for the weekend anyway, so it's not like your gonna have to go home high. Cap might not be completely on board but he's really old fashioned with morals and stuff, but he'd be glad we're being safe with it, I think" the teenage superhuman replied slowly, making sure that his words made sense.

Michelle apparently found that a reasonable answer as she just hummed, and continued to eat.

"Wanna see if anyone actually has a Spiderman fan blog" ned prompted as he moved closer to the computer pulling up a new tab.

"Sure let's see how just many losers, are obsessed with this nerds alter ego" MJ stood, ruffling Peters hair in reference to the 'this nerd' comment.

The teens gathered themselves around the computer desk, as Ned went onto Google. A small prickle of panic raised itself in Peters mind, his 'spidey senses' heightening themselves in warning.

As Ned clicked on the link to open Tumblr - to which Peter was still logged into, the site bringing up the last thing on his dash.

Images of porn-art and black and white GIFs of guy on guy and guy on girl porn filled the screen, as Peter moved to the power button on the desktop, but not fast enough, as by the expression on MJs face it was clear she had gotten an eyeful of some of the erotic images. Ned had apparently also if his shocked giggling gave anything away.

Peters' face was on fire. A worried look on his face.
"Dude chill, it's just porn, you're our local bisexual disaster it was ned's fault for just cracking open Tumblr rather than googling it and getting us up some links to the blogs themselves," MJ spoke calmly with a smile, still eating small chunks of chocolate from a bowl in her hands.

He turned the computer back on, quickly clicking back to Google,

The trio now diving into the depths of New York's shitty blogs on Spiderman, so which there were surprisingly alot. Spiderman appealed to a certain weird teen to young adult demographic. Many of the blog owners stating how they would 'bottom for Spiderman' or how 'Spiderman could cover me in his webs' anytime. Which lead to all three of them dramatically reading out each post.

"I would let Spiderman web to a brick wall 20 feet in the air and fuck me against the brickwork" ned read out dramatically.

"Spiderman is the ultimate bondage twink, I would let that Spandex covered ass knock me to the ground any day" MJ read out the next it a sassy voice.

Peter could barely breathe with how much he was laughing at the posts, many of which followed in a similar manner. " MJ, Ned omg this ones goes I to such detail. ' he can stick to walls right, so Imagine how easy it would be for him to keep himself stuck to a wall while he is being fucked against it, like the top could use so much more force and their hands so much more because they wouldn't have to lift him at all ' damn they've got a point up until the part where they start going on about having sex on the roof of a room."

Just as the words had left his mouth, a knock sounded against the door and it was pushed open, Bucky was stood in the doorway with the most confused but humorous look on his face, the winter soldier smirking slightly. "Well, I have no idea, what I just heard. But the pizza is here. And be glad that it was me who heard the discussions on how the gravity dynamics of Pete getting fucked would work." He winked at Peter. "And not Steve, because I don't how he would take that information, he's still mentally processing the fact that his innocent little spider likes to get off, let's not get started on the vocal part."

The shocked looks on Ned and MJ's faces as they looked back and forth between the smirking winter soldier and their extremely flushed friend, were very clear because to them, it was common knowledge how often Peter went on about how attractive he found the Brooklyn born assassin.

MJ was the first to break down and start laughing, clutching her hands to her stomach through the thick sweater and button up shirt she was wearing.

Then Ned broke, sliding off the Wheely chair, and slipping to the floor as he struggled to fight it off, "I'm sorry Pete, but it can't help it"

Grumbling about betrayal, Peter moved past his friends, still as high as a kite, from the many many brownies he had eaten in order for the effects to work with his faster metabolism. He stumbled slightly at the door, falling forward, directly into the smirking super soldier.

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Ok, now Bucky would be lying if he said the thought of banging Peter against a wall as the boy used his powers to hold himself up, wasn't running through his mind. Because it was. Again and again. When he had come up to the teen's room to tell the little shit and his friends that the pizza was here. He did not expect to hear multiple dramatic readings of how spider-boy could use his powers in a sexual nature.

But after hearing the commotion caused by how vocal he could get it lead to thoughts running through his head that a 100 something-year-old man should not be having about the barely legal high school senior. But fuck was he having them.

His musings were interrupted when he found himself with an armful of the very embarrassed teen himself. The brunette's pupils blown wide, as were his friends.

They were high. All three of them. Off their faces. On by the looks of it chocolate brownie edibles. If the Tupperware on the bed holding said items was the reason. It was.

Fuck.
Tony Stark's, innocent, sassy little golden boy, who was too wholesome and self-sacrificing for his own good. Apparently got high with his nerd friends in his spare time as they scrolled through forums.

Sounds about right.

Lowering the teen to the floor by his feet, the teen slumped against his legs, looking up at him through a mess of chocolate brown waves. A red blush across his cheeks and dazed expression.

By the looks of it, they were safe, hydrated and just had the giggles and the munchies. Which was Peter anyway without the added factor of drugs. The only difference was the fact that the teen wasn't talking a lot or stammering. He was chill, for once. It was a nice change.

Seeing the normally highly strung teen, who was in a constant panic about something. Actually, relax.

Helping the lad back onto his bed, he turned to the other two teens who had by the looks of it finally got over the fits if giggles.

"I'll bring up your guy's pizzas and Spidey's personal 2 because the lad eats more than Steve and he's about half the size," he told the two teens, smiling slightly at the nods and the thank yous, he got in return for the statement.

Leaving the room and heading downstairs he shook his head slightly, what the hell was he gonna do.
The heads of the other team members in the building turned to his direction as his black combat boots made dull sounds on the steps leading down to the ground floor of the compound.

"Where's Peter and his friends?" Tony questioned towards the black-clad super soldier.

"Erm," Bucky found himself scratching his head slightly, sighing again. "They are otherwise preoccupied, so I offered to be nice and take their food up for them." He spoke, a slightly messy mix of a Russian and Brooklyn accent spilling out.

The more he got used to talking to people the more it became clear that the accent was here to stay. As the super soldier switched languages as easily as breathing. However only speaking Russian for the better part of 70 years means that you're not getting rid of the effect.

Just excepting it at the combined eccentricity of the teens and Bucky respectively the rest of the group nodded and then continued eating.

Feeling a wash of relief, as he lifted the boxes of cheesy carbohydrates with his metallic arm. Moving fluidly back up the stairs without another word.

That was pretty normal, the ex-prisoner of war. Was very to the point most of the time, he wasn't one for extra words or awkward movements. He had been trained and conditioned for years to be very efficient and accurate.

Quickly finding himself back outside the teen's room, he steadied himself, he wasn't about to let any crude remarks slip though. Especially when he opened the door to find a shirtless Peter hanging off the Ceiling via his fingertips.

Said boy, moved like lighting was he dropped from the ceiling landing directly Infront of him, making quick work of grabbing the several boxed that were held on Bucky's arm.

A slice of pizza somehow already in his mouth as he dished out the food to his friends.

Finding his eyes glued to the smooth lines of muscle on his arms and the definition in peters chest and abs. 'fuck' was the only thought that he could muster.

He nodded to Peter, who promptly brighter up, smiling at Bucky like he hung the bloody moon. "Thank you, Bucky."
His voice was so low he almost could have missed it if not for the enhancements on his hearing. Shocked to hear the boy call him by something that didn't start with 'Mr' and end in 'Sir'
"Your welcome, Peter. Have a nice night. Get FRIDAY to let me know if you need anything. Stay safe."

Closing the door with an audible click.
He breathed out a deep sigh. The image of Peter shirtless, moving so fluidly. And looking at him with those blow out god damn eyes and his lips shiny with grease off the pizza, so that the outlines of them were highlighted in the low light of the room.

Three things were very clear.

1) He was fucked.

2) Steven Grant Rodgers and Tony Stark might end up killing him.

3) If he managed to make it work with Peter, he'd probably die happy.

This chain of thought was however interrupted by a pillow being thrown into his face, as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

Ignoring all his instincts to neutralise the one who dared to throw the cushion at him. As he stared at Stark. Suppressing a growl into just a grumble at the back of his throat.

"Really?" He questioned, launching the cushion back at the billionaire. As he slid into one of the lone armchairs.

"You looked like you were a bit lost and needed something to knock you back into reality. Sorry, not sorry." Retorted the engineer.