You groaned as you looked out at the view of the large, thick window. The sky was dark and the atmosphere cold. The city acted as if somebody had died.
"It's raining," you hollered, irritated.
"It's New York," Peter chuckled. "What did you expect?"
You rolled your eyes, plopping down onto the couch beside him. He set his phone down. "I expect New York to be exciting through the rain. Everything's either closed early or shut down."
He laughed again, tilting his head as if to say "really?" You rolled your eyes again, sighing dramatically as you leaned back.
"What am I supposed to do all day?'
"I mean," he chuckled. "You have me. We can always do our training session together, maybe finish up in the lab or fig-"
"I don't wanna do Avengers shit for the day!" you huffed. "It's bad enough we're stuck in a giant compound, you don't have to act like dad."
"Your dad happens to be a very smart man, you know."
"Not smart enough to include a trampoline room like I suggested."
Peter sat stunned for a few seconds before breathing out another light chuckle. "You're so spoiled."
You gasped, feigning a look at him. "I am not!"
"You literally just complained that you don't have a room entirely for the purpose of jumping on a trampoline."
You crossed your arms, eyebrows furrowed. You didn't want to let him be right, so you opted in staying quiet. Peter laughed at your lack of response.
"C'mon, we can still have fun."
"No, we can't."
It was his turn to roll his eyes. "Oh yeah? And why's that?"
"Because it's literally fucking raining out, Peter. I literally just told you that, why is it tha-" He cut you off with a quick peck on the lips. He was blushing when he pulled away, but he laughed at how you seemed to have lost your ability to talk. Grabbing your hand, he led the two of you down a corridor and into the sunroom, the gardening area.
"Peter," you whined. "It smells like rain in here."
"I thought you loved rain," he pouted.
"No," you huffed. Leading him inside, the two of you were met with Steve and Bucky cooking in the kitchen.
"What's up, kids?"
"We're bored."
"Isn't your dad like- rich?" Bucky asked between bites of his pretzels.
"What about it?" Bucky shrugged in response. You grabbed Peter's hand again.
The two of you decided to play video games for a while, wasting time while you tried to think of what else you could do. By the time the second hour of video games struck, you groaned just as you had when it first started raining.
"What is it, baby?" Peter paused the game, setting the controller down.
You stood up to look out of the large, door-sized window. "It's raining out! There's nothing to do when it rains!"
"We have tons to do-"
You groaned again, turning to face him. "I hate the rain."
"Well," Peter stood up. "I happen to love the rain."
"Why?"
"Because," he reached for your hands, wrapping them around his neck as his arms took home on your waist. "I get to spend the entire day cuddling with my beautiful girlfriend. And I get to watch movies and eat all the good foods." He smiled as you started to give in too. "And I especially love how unlimited the kisses I get are."
You nuzzled into his chest, sighing. Peter rested his chin atop your head and you hugged him tighter. "I'm sorry, Peter."
"Sorry for what, baby?"
"I've been a grouch all day. I'm a total buzz-killer."
He chuckled, moving strands of your hair. "It's okay, baby. We all have those days." You hummed. "Can we cuddle now? I feel like binging Star Wars and eating soup."
You laughed, nodding. "We can totally do that."