tom holland/peter parker and steve rogers oneshots

mixed signals- peter parker

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in which a regular day of

hanging out quickly becomes

awkward from an almost-kiss

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Guess who's back on the writing grind! I'm so so so happy that the ideas are flooding back into my (really tiny) brain again, and I can't wait to upload all of them. Although people aren't as active anymore, I still love writing these oneshots because honestly, it's super fun to do :) thank you guys for all of your support! We're at 93K right now...that's insane! I'd literally faint if we reached 100K reads (lmao imagine if that actually happened)...

this one's kinda long...but it was really fun to write and the ideas just kept flowing so I hope you enjoy reading this oneshot:)

also sorry if there are any errors or it seems poorly written...I'll try and go back for edits later when I can lol

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It was just like any other typical weekend at the Avengers compound. You'd usually walk back after school with Peter to hang out. First, you'd tell each other about your week while eating whatever Vision had prepared (today it was chocolate chip cookies. He was so good at baking, you wondered where and how he acquired those skills), then you'd go to the lounge to binge-watch something with Rhodey and Thor (Supernatural tonight), then, you'd head down to the lab to help Bruce and your father, Tony, with work. After that, dinner and just some time to relax.

"Okay, rapid-fire recap. Go," you pointed at your best friend, stuffing a cookie into your mouth.

"Flash was being a dick, as per usual," Peter said with an annoyed expression on his face, then pointed back to you.

"I scored a 96 on my math test, thanks to you," you shot him a thumbs up.

"Bruce and I made another advancement in one of his experiments on Sunday."

"I slept two hours last night."

"Ned and I finished building that giant X-wing fighter jet set we bought."

"I beat Bucky in sparring three times, and I totally crushed Thor during our epic thumb-wrestling match."

"Mr. Delmar gave me a free sandwich when I stopped by on Wednesday."

"Aw, come on," you groaned, "how am I supposed to top that? I never get free sandwiches."

Peter simply smirked. "It's because I'm awesome and everyone loves me."

"Except me."

"Aw," he fake-pouted, sticking out his bottom lip, "you don't love me?"

"No," you scoffed, "you're annoying."

"Aw, come on," the teenager whined, "I can't be that bad."

"Ask Sam and Bucky, they'd be happy to say otherwise," you pointed out. "Last time we had a giant campout under the stars on the patio outside, you and Pietro kept yelling out vines and wouldn't shut up. If that isn't annoying, I don't know what is."

"You still love me, though, because I'm your favorite person ever."

"Yeah, yeah, sure, you're my favorite, sure," you drawled. "If I tell you I love you too, will you be quiet and shut your mouth for the rest of the day?"