Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

Outmeeol

Peter woke up to the smell of oatmeal. Lovely morning, lots of pain, very little consciousness was actually present.

His very first memorable coherent thought was 'I deleted too many people, now I'll never get the alligator', which didn't make much sense, but touched him emotionally.

He and Flash were asleep on the floor, Eugene using him as a pillow. There was a second presence Peter could feel, but he didn't want to sit up and look. Instead, he prepped himself for liftoff and lifted his head as much as he could from his position, letting out an exaggerated gasp as he let his head fall back on the floor.

Reginald was the one in there with them, it looked as though he'd just walked in. The tall man stepped closer to where Peter could see without moving (thank goodness) and looked down at them.

Said Butler had a huge plate in his hand, too high up for Peter to see what was on it, but aware it was big enough to fit a living chicken. His brain was hardwired for weird thoughts, yet this honestly felt like a bit of a stretch. The room smelled just enough like oatmeal for Peter not to care.

Reginald crouched down next to the two, pulling a wet rag from Thor knows where and slapping Eugene across the face with it. Peter jumped, not expecting that, but laughed as Flash shot up.

Reginald slid out of the way of the older teen's arm gracefully as if this had happened a million times (which Peter didn't doubt had), and pulled out two of the smallest and shiniest ice cream spoons he'd seen in his life. They looked like they were made of mirrors.

"I told you to stop doing that!" Flash shoved the man's hand holding the spoons away, rubbing his now soaked face with his shirt.

"I apologize sir, but it is certainly the most effective way of waking you up, and one could argue, the most entertaining. Especially for your guest" Reginald reasoned in a language Peter could barley understand; fancy.

"Guest? What, is dad's girlfriend coming over or-" he seemed to remember something, and gave a little 'oh' face to the floor, glancing at Peter briefly as if to confirm his thought. "Just tell me what's for breakfast, Reginald" he whined, angrily embarrassed.

Reginald helped Peter sit up after having Flash hold both of the bowls for a moment. Once Peter was propped up against the wall, Flash brought over the bowls and handed one over to Peter.

Peter was a little hesitant on eating the art in front of him, but Flash seemed to dig in immediately, and nothing he could think of would suggest not eating it. It'd be rude, no matter how upset his stomach might get.

What he held in his hands was a bowl. A fancy China bowl with some some sort of warm not-oatmeal crumb stuff, kinda like peach cobbler but without peaches. Maybe apples or something. He though there could only be peach cobbler, because that's the only cobbler he'd ever had, but the logic and evidence in front of him suggested that peach cobbler was just one of many cobbler meals that could exist.

Anyways, the mysterious warm fruit-crumb thing cobbler had some scoops of vanilla ice cream making a ring around the edges. This was like a straight up desert meal. On top of that, there were some strawberries cut up to be shaped like a rose in the center, and orange slices made out to be leaves. Some sort of powder was all over it, which he could only assume to be cinnamon, and honey drizzled all over the top, making it look shiny.

It was like a damn dessert show entry. He wanted to cry. It was so beautiful.

And delicious.

His first bite was of the ice cream, not wanting it to melt. It tasted like the freakin.. the smell of vanilla.. Most vanilla ice creams tasted good, but this was the physical reincarnation of the smell down to the exact smell. Incredible. 10/10. It was amazing.