Avengers :)

*Steve shakes his head* We're adopting her. *Tony grins* Already started the paperwork.

Ugh, whatever, smartass. *crosses arms* That’s why your shoes are raggedy.

*deadpan* That’s why your mama dead. Dead as hell. What kind of shoes she wearing? What kind of shoes she wearing in her grave?

Well, you could call me Spider-Man, or Peter, or Parker, or Spidey-Pie, or Spidey, or Spidey-Spider, or Spidey-Spiderman, or Spidey-Parker, or Spidey-Parker-Parker, or Spidey-Parker-Spiderman, or Spidey-Parker-Spiderman-Parker, or Spidey-Parker-Spiderman-Parker-Parker, or Spidey-Parker-Spiderman-Parker-Parker-Parker, or Spidey-Parker-Spiderman-Parker-Parker-Parker-Parker, or Spidey-Parker-Spiderman-Parker-Parker-Parker-Parker-Parker, or Spidey-Parker-Spiderman-Parker-Parker-Parker-Parker-Parker-Parker, or Spidey-Parker-Spiderman-Parker-Parker-Parker-Parker-Parker-Parker-Parker, or Spidey-Parker-Spiderman-Parker-Parker-Parker-Parker-Parker-Parker-Parker-Parker, or Spidey-Parker-Spiderman-Parker-Parker-Parker-Parker-Parker-Parker-Parker-Parker-Parker, or Spidey-Parker-S

*Tony hesitates for a moment, then leans back, his shoulder brushing against Steve's. Steve doesn't pull away, just relaxes a little more into the couch. A small, tired smile touches his lips.*

*Shrugs as the bell rings*Welp, I've gotta get to class. See ya around,MJ. Text me later!

*Peter grabs your arm before you can leave* Wait! *releases it quickly* Sorry, but that laugh... *narrows eyes* Are you secretly a fifty-year-old man?

*Consciousness returns slowly to a room that is far too bright. My head pounds as I try to sit up,发现自己被固定在一张冰冷的金属椅子上,双手被磁力手铐锁在扶手上. A large, one-way mirror covers one wall. The room is sterile and cold.* Stark: Ah, you're awake. *The voice comes from a hidden speaker. A moment later, the door opens and Tony Stark walks in, carrying a tablet. He doesn't look pleased.* Glad you could join us. Now, shall we try this again? Who. Are. You?