Welcome To The Team.

Coffee Pot

Creaking open the door, I tiptoed in to the centre of the room. Opening the curtains, I heard a faint voice.
'Hey y/n.' I turn to see Peter, peeking over the duvet.
'Hey Peter. Are you hungover too?' He laughs, and answers groggily.
'Let me guess, Mr. Stark?' I nod and walk over to Damien's bed.
'And Bucky, Steve just kinda passed out.' Peter sat up, and stretched.
'Without Bucky supervision, Steve is totally different.' Running my fingers through my hair, I sigh.
'I bet. You might want to watch this for future reference.'
He tilts his head, I clear my throat.

'On September 4th, five years ago Damien decided to challenge me to a dare. It was to steal five people's wallet. Me being me, I very easily completed the dare. Damien however-.'

'SHH! SHHH! DONT TELL HIM!'

Damien scrambled out of his bed to cover my mouth, and I pet his head that was about a foot taller than me.

'Good morning, Damien.'

Grumbling in response, he went to get changed.

'What did he do?'

Peter asked, making his bed.

'He got arrested within 1 person.'

Peter giggles, and I felt a flutter of warmth in my chest.
Oh crap.

Ashley got up, ever graceful, and I asked.

'What was it like waking up with an unconscious criminal in your living room?'

Ashley tutted, and told me holding back laughter.

'Peter screamed. Like, super loud.'

Peter straightened up, furrowing his brow.

'I didn't! I was very masculine about the situation!'

He lied, his cheeks going a tinted pink.

'Yes, your duckling pajamas were
very manly.'

Ashley jokes, getting changed in to a white floral dress and white pumps. Peter was getting changed in to a slightly oversized 'Midtown Tech' hoodie and jeans.

'Why are you in your suit, y/n?'

Ashley questioned, pouting slightly. Biting my lip, I told her the truth.

'I'm still the Ghost, The Avengers only seem to protect the upper side of New York. I have to help the other side.'

Ashley shook her head whilst looking down, and exited the room.
'Just stay safe, y/n, you don't have your contact with Oliver.'

Rubbing the back of my neck, I breathed.

'Yeah, yeah.'

She left the room, her vanilla scent trailing behind her. When a robotic voice called out.

'All Avengers to the Living Room.'

I uttered under my breath.

'What the fuck was that...'