Behind closed doors

Chapter 21

A/N- I DON'T REMEBER WRITING ANY OF THIS CAUSE I SPENT A SOLID MONTH OF JUST WRITING WRITING WRITING SO IT'S ALL MIXED TOGETHER.

*Location- Rouge warehouse*

-Third Person P.O.V-

Peter came to slowly, his head muffled with sleep and only just taking in the voices whispering around him. He knew he should be panicking, after all, he doesn't really remember much of last night right now. But the hand wrapped around his shoulder lets him know he's safe.

The person who had their arm around Peter talks and within that moment it brings it all back to Peter.

He was with Bucky and all the others.

A content smile fell onto his lips and he moved closer to Bucky, seeking the warmth that the man was emitting. A collective, small laugh appeared all around him and the hand over his shoulder tightened slightly.

"Pete, you awake?" Bucky mumbled beside Peters head.

He was shooting them all glares, not liking how they were all looking at him as though he had done something to amuse them all. He knew it was because he was showing some form of emotion other than a scowl, but when his little brother was sleeping beside him and practically using him as his own personal heater, how was he not meant to smile.

Peter could only hum in response, wanting nothing more than for them to shut up and let him sleep again. This had to have been one of the best, most comfortable sleeps Peter had ever gotten and he didn't want it to be ruined now.

A low chuckle was heard across the room as they all looked at the half asleep teen, looking as though he was anything but awake.

It took Peter a few more moments to adjust to his surrounds and actually wake up enough to open his eyes. At first, he panicked slightly, but it was quickly stalled when he felt Bucky there beside him and he knew he was okay.

"Morning," Peter voiced, sounding rough- which wasn't a lie, he really did feel rather groggy.

Everyone around the room replied to him and he couldn't help a small smile to settle on his lips. To think these were earths mightiest heroes made a shiver run down Peters spine, it felt odd acting so domestic around them, as though it was something that they would never do, but at the end of the day, they're human. (Mostly that is.)

"Got any plans today Pete?" Bucky asked as Peter stood and stretched, so much for sleeping on the bed, Peter thought idly.

Peter pondered on the question, he knew what he was doing today, but he doubted he could outright say it. 'Oh yeah, just going to spend the night at the persons home that you all had a fight with! No big deal.' Yeah, cause that would go down great.

"Probably go back home, do some homework then go out on patrol for the rest of the day," Peter replied, he guessed it wasn't too much of a lie. He was planning on doing some homework, and patrol, but 'home,' was not going to be involved in any of it.

Steve was the next to speak up, a small, content smile on his face as he did so, "we better not keep you too long. But do you want to eat before you leave?"

As to answer his question, Peters stomach rumbled at the mere mention of food, making everyone in the room laugh a little, including Peter, although his face did redden slightly in embarrassment.

As they all made their way into the 'kitchen,' Peter shivered slightly, cursing at himself for not bringing a hoodie. Instead, he pulled the sleeves of his sweater down over his hands and hoped after eating it would heat him up a little.

Before he could process the chill however, a hoodie was being thrown at his face. On instinct, he caught it and turned his gaze to the person who threw it at him, revealing him 'brother' stood there with a small smirk on his face.