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Chapter 35

Peter's Pov:

"Peter!" I hear and jolt up. I guess I fell asleep.

"What are you wearing?" Wanda asks walking in.

"Oh uh, oh! Our cookies!" We forgot to take them out of the oven! I get off the coach but I can't find one of my Crocs.

"Peter it's fine, what happened?" Nat asks.

"And why were you and Thor sleeping on the couch?" Wanda asks. I look over to the other end of the couch and see Thor, asleep in his poptart pajamas and Crocs.

I take a breath. "I don't know, we put our cookies in the oven then went to change into our pajamas. I sat down here to wait for Thor but I fell asleep. I guess we both fell asleep."

"Well you couldn't have been asleep for too long, we just finished ours." Nat replies

"Oh okay, should I wake Thor?" I ask.

"Probably, we'll go see who else is done," Wanda says and they leave.

I crawl over to Thor. How am I supposed to wake him up.

"Poptarts," I say quietly close to his face.

"Poptarts!" He says jumping up.

"Oh hi Thor!" I say. Didn't think that'd work.

"GetHelp!" He says with his wide smile.

"We forgot to take our cookies out of the oven," I say smiling.

"Okay, we shall go to the oven then!" He says grabbing my hand. I start skipping and he does too.

We get to our kitchen and it smells really good but also horrible.

"Mmm Poptarts!" He says and opens the oven. He reaches in and grabs our tray.

"Isn't that hot!?" I ask surprised. He just shrugs and lift the tray to his face.

"Perfect!" He says and shows me.

They don't look too bad. They're different but then again we did add poptarts, shawarma and bananas.

"Yeah, perfect," I smile.

"Did it work out alright?" Wanda asks from the entrance.

"They're the best cookies I've seen!" Thor says smiling.

"Great, we're meeting in the living room," Nat says and they head off.

We tidy up the kitchen the leave, Thor carrying the tray.

"That's so cute," someone says as we enter the room. They're all looking at something FRIDAY pulled up.

"What are you guys looking at?" I ask as I run over to them.

"You and Thor," Pietro says smiling.

It's pictures of me and Thor asleep on the couch.

"What's that smell?" Bruce asks

"Oh probably our cookies." I say.

"What did you guys put in them?" Bucky says confused.

"Behold the Poptart Shawarma Banana Cookies!" Thor says lifting the tray in the air.

Tony bursts out laughing and multiple other people laugh.

"So why did you guys put shawarma and Poptarts and bananas in your cookies?" Pietro asks smiling.

"They're the best foods," I shrug laughing.

"Oh Peter," Bucky grins.

"Can we eat them now?" Thor asks.

"Sure," Steve says.

"We also got pajamas," I say pointing to Thor's pajamas."

"We can see that," Nat says nodding and I smile.

"The store workers made us leave," Thor says sadly.

"You guys got kicked out?" Bruce asks

"We were riding on electric cart things pretty fast,"

We cut up our cookies, which took a lot of effort, and everyone takes one.

I watch what other people's reactions are before I try it.

"Interesting," Tony coughs.

"Yeah, definitely interesting," Bruce agrees.

"Are they bad?" I ask frowning.

"Of course not Cinnamon Roll!" Pietro says hugging me.

"But everyone's making wired faces," I say.

"It's just most people haven't ever experienced so many good foods at once. They're perfect in my eyes." He says and I smile.

"Did you guys add juice or something? They taste fruity," Clint says.

"Yeah they do a bit,"

"Oh the batter didn't didn't look right. But Thor knew to add juice to it so it worked out."

"Ahh," Tony says. "I see that Thor's an expert at baking.

"Yeah I would never have guessed to add juice so it's good that Thor was my partner,"

"Thank you GetHelp,"Thor says smiling at me and hits his cookie on mine.

He puts the whole thing in his mouth and chews. His face lights up and he smiles.

"Delicious! Another!"

I laugh and take a bite of mine.



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