That tiny loophole

burnt

peters p.o.v

i groaned sliding from the wood on the roof and jumping back down sighing when i saw that-that idiot in the kitchen

i grabbed my jacket walking through the smoke coming from the kitchen

"what are you doing" before i knew it an old wooden spoon  was aimed right under my throat and smiled the dumbest smile he widened his eyes but the tension was gone from his shoulders  looking down at the spoon then back at me 

"you wouldn't"

"the question would you?" he groaned turning around 

"you know i had this party my friends asked me too get a spoon" he paused sucking in a breath aiming the spoon at me causing a dab of salsa to hit my chin

"dont you dare finish that sentence dont you even dare" 

"it caused a stir..." he groaned staring at the ceiling 

"is my brain really that bad at jokes? i kind of thought i was good at them" i scoffed

"you are this right here" i pointed towards my self

"is the best part of your brain" i uffed in annoyance 

"yeah i dont think so" i smiled leaning at the wall he looks so domestic...other then the ripped shirt...and the bloody belly...and the old crinkly house speaking of old how come he found out the stove workd before me? i sighed turning my head staring at the burnt clothes on the edge of the sink covered up in-in 

"did you seriously drink? there-there isnt even any drinks in here! wait shouldn't you be resting? not creating a witchcraft?'' he huffed stabbing the spoon back into-what is that? is it..is it green? holy f*cking shit its green 

'pop'

at that i paused slowly turning my head up at him he smiled looking back down at me

"its food" he pointed at the pot  nodding proudly at his work i slowly turned my head back down and looked ta the 'food' 

'pop'

"thats not food"

"yes it is"

"10$ you put a sock in it i know what a sock smells like and theres definitely a sock in there"

"there's there's no-oh what would you know your not real" he grabbed a bowl from the kitchen counter and walked back towards the couch staring at the plate okay..if he doesnt want to listen the least i could do is stop him from poisoning himself

"you wanna talk befor-"

"-yes" i smiled crossing my legs on the floor when he lifted his head eyes wide

"what did you do to the kitchen?"

"shouldnt you know?"

"uh im your conscious giving you logical decisions hence  not kill your self by drinking sock water i dont know what you did and did not do" smart move one point for peter *internally dancing*

"okay first this is not sock water, second i might have found some old liquire on the floor i didnt drink as you said i have some sense with me, i thought i was water, i dabed my clothes into it trying to get them at least to get cleaner i look like a mess but then i forgot about the stove so i tripped the stove his a tiny bit of the shirt causing it to burn" at that i blinked 

"so thats why your wearing a crop top"

"its not-its not a crop top! god why are you eve here when are you going to realize i dont need you? be gone! vanish" at that i scoffed

"when you realize that Disney bought your life rights to make the newest grinch movie" at that i widened my eyes taht was not supposed to come out that way he squinted his eyes at me 

"is my brain always that sassy'?'' i almost laughed take a loop at yourself first he took a sip of his soup? salsa?..potion? i dont even know before his eyes widened 

"what is it bad" he shook his head in denial god i could use a picture right now

"are you sure mr.stark?" he swallowed it

"perfectly fine" he nodded turning around walking to the bathroom 

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"blaaaaa" at that i smiled walking back inside scrunching my nose up at the vomit

"uh your cleaning that not me'' he glared cutting a peice of his pants