The comp
Peter’s alarm went off. He looked around, noticing Wade wasn’t there, because he had gone off on a mission that night. Apparently, he would be back in time for the robotics competition.
Hopefully.
Peter rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling.
His phone went off.
Guy in the chair: dude
Guy in the chair: you up?
Guy in the char: did you ask your fam to come?
Guy in the chair: to the robotics comp?
Guy in the chair: today?
Spideyboy: nat found out
Spideyboy: yeah they’re coming
Guy in the chair: Yaaaaaassssss
Spideyboy: *rolls off bed*
Guy in the Chair: this is gonna be awesome
Spideyboy: *begins choking*
Guy in the chair: pete
Spideyboy: *falls limp*
Guy in the chair: lmao
Spideyboy: :<
Guy in the chair: it won’t be that bad
Spideyboy: you’re being waaay to optimistic
Guy in the chair: you’re calling ME optimistic
Guy in the chair: you are like the most optimistic person I know
Spideyboy: Am not
Guy in the chair: sure.
Peter smirked and put his phone down, flopping back onto his pillow.
“Hey, you up yet, Webs?” Tony said, his head popping out from behind Peter’s door.
“Basically,” Peter said. He groaned and rolled over.
“Nope,” Tony said. “Up, up, up. I made pancakes.”
“LIES!” Someone screamed from downstairs.
Tony smirked. “Come on, Pete, time for the pancakes that I made.”
“LIES!” Bucky screamed, and he tackled Tony from behind. “I MADE THE PANCAKES, SO DON’T FUCKING TAKE THE CREDIT FOR MY MASTERPIECES!”
“LANGUAGE!” Cap screamed from downstairs.
“I’m sorry, Stevie,” Bucky mocked, his tone calm as he rolled off Tony. Tony groaned but made no move to stand. “Please don’t fucking take the credit for my muthafucking beautiful pancakes.”
“I don’t know why I bother anymore,” Steve said, also walking into Peter’s room, however, he came with a plate of pancakes.
Peter groaned.
“Why do you dooo this to me?” He asked, his voice muffled from where it was smushed against his pillow.
“Do what?” Steve said (And Peter knew he was cocking his head to the side just from the tone that he used. he was like a small puppy! Like a Labrador!)
“Make me get up, by bringing pancakes into it! This is bribery!”
“Life is a bribe,” Bucky said blankly.
“What did we say about spouting deep shit in the morning?” Clint said, walking into Peter’s room.
“That we like it?” Bucky said.
Clint rolled his eyes
“Pete,” Tony said.
“What.”
“Up.”
“No”
“Pancakes.”
“Fine.”
The school hall was decked in decorations. (Ha. Alliteration).
Seriously, it was like a festival.
Peter didn’t mind that, though. He thought of the robotics competition as a festival. Before Uncle Ben had died, he used to go with Peter. Sure, Uncle Ben didn’t have a clue what robotics really was, but the moral support was good. Because the competition was every two years due to the lack of school funding, this was the first competition he had without Uncle Ben.
Huh.
It had been two years since he moved in with the Avengers.
It felt like longer.
“Duuuuude,” Ned said walking over to him. “This looks wild.”
Tables were set up around the outsides of the hall that looked to be decked with the most expensive equipment the school seemed to own. Because the school only launched into the fundamentals of robotics in Year 11, most students who attended the school, especially in the younger years, didn’t participate. They watched. Which sounds boring, but was actually pretty cool, considering half the fun of robotics was building the actual robot. Anyway, because of this, there were only about 30 tables set up, two to each table to share the equipment. in the centre of the room were crates full of materials.
“So, do you want to work at the same table?” Peter asked Ned.
Ned looked apologetically at Peter.
“Sorry, Dude, I already promised MJ I would partner with her,” he said, glancing to where MJ was already putting her bag down at one of the tables.
“That’s ok,” Peter said. “I’ll just work on the table next to you.”
“Umm, yeah,” Ned said. “About that. The table to the right of us is already taken, and the one on the left…”
“Flash,” Peter said, narrowing his eyes to where he saw Flash chatting to his dad in what seemed to be a very… expressive manner.
Kind of like they were preparing for a war.
“Oh, I think it will be fine,” Peter said.
Ned smirked. “Same.”
They moved towards their tables, and slowly, other people began sifting through the doors and into the school hall.
“You’re screwed, Parker,” Flash said, leaning over to Peter.
“I really don’t think I am,” Peter said.
Flash rolled his eyes. “Of course, you don’t. You’re too oblivious to notice when you’re not wanted. The Avengers? They don’t care. You’re just their charity case.”
“No, he isn’t, he’s our son,” Tony said, placing a hand on Peter’s shoulder.
“Wait,” Bucky said. “Does that make us all Dads? I don’t want to be a Dad.”
“Of course not,” Clint said. “Someone has to be the Mom. Cap!”
“Huh?” Steve said, looking up from where he was fiddling with a piece of circuit like it held the answers to the universe.
“Well, I want to be the Uncle,” Clint continued. “Not the weird Uncle, though. The fun Uncle.”
“I want to be the cool Uncle,” Bucky said.
“Bucky,” Peter said seriously. “When someone says they want to be the ‘cool relative’, you immediately know: They are not cool.”
“I’ll be the Aunt,” Natasha supplied, although she was just cooly glaring at Flash.
Clint opened his mouth, then shut it, then said, uncertainly, “That it? Or do you want-”
“Just the Aunt,” Natasha snapped.
Flash looked like he was trying to think of something to say.
“Seriously? This kid again? Why does he look like he has constipation?” Someone said from behind Peter.
“Wade!” Peter said, whirling around and attaching himself to Wade’s side.
“Hey, Petey! Did you miss me?”
Peter looked at Wade like he had just asked Peter if he wanted to steal Clint's arrows (it sounds random, but it was sort of a tradition).
“Do I even need to answer that?”
“Nope!” Wade said.
“Excuse me, everyone!” Mr Harrington said from the centre of the hall, his voice amplified through the speakers. “The Robotics Competition will begin in 5 minutes, so if all friends and family could be seated in the audience or around the tables that would be greatly appreciated.”