Mrs. Parker? { Avengers } · Y/n story by @Brianca

The Queens apartment was quiet, save for the hum of the city outside the window. The sun had begun to set, casting a warm glow through the living room as Tony Stark sprawled across the couch, his feet propped up on the armrest.

Tony Stark

How long does it take to get milk? It's been twenty minutes.

Natasha Romanoff

He's probably taking the long way to avoid your complaining.

Steve Rogers

leaning against the kitchen counter, nursing a cup of coffee We should've stopped at a diner on the way back. We're invaders in his space.

Wanda Maximoff

He doesn't mind. Peter's always happy to have us.

Clint was rummaging through Peter's fridge, pulling out leftover takeout containers with a skeptical look.

Clint Barton

This kid lives like a raccoon.

Bucky Barnes

At least he has a place. My couch back at the tower is lumpy.

Bruce Banner

from the armchair, half-asleep You could always buy new furniture.

The sound of the front door clicking open drew every eye in the room. Footsteps. Light. Casual. Someone who clearly lived here.

Natasha Romanoff

You're not Peter.

Y/n's eyebrows rose

looking from face to face, voice steady, but tight No shit.