Tony Stark, also known to you as your father, was a brilliant man with brilliant ideas. But when he suddenly announced that the entire team was going on a six-hour long road trip, you didn't think all of his ideas were so great after all.
"What's this all about?" Natasha asked.
"All of us are going to pile into the van and we'll be driving down south to Virginia Beach."
"Uh...Tony, I don't know if this is the best idea. And I'm not even sure if we're all going to fit in there."
"We can," Tony reassured his friend. "I'm Tony Stark. I can do anything, and that especially includes finding a big-enough van to fit all of us in."
"But why?" Bucky questioned. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Think of it as one big family bonding vacation. Now everyone, get packing because we leave first thing tomorrow morning."
...
"It's too early for my body to be functioning right now," you groaned as you rolled your suitcase outside to the driveway of the compound. "I just wanna go back into my room and sleep for the rest of my life."
"Y/N, honey," Tony said as he loaded yours and everyone's bags into the back of the van, "it's going to be fun. Trust me."
"I wanna die."
"Hey, kiddo," Tony nodded at Peter who had just come up behind you, looking surprisingly cheerful compared to a typical person at the crack of dawn. "You ready?"
"Yep." He handed Steve his suitcase, who loaded it into the van along with everyone else's things.
"Remind me why I am here again?" T'Challa asked the team.
"Dad says it's family bonding," you shrugged. "Guess we just gotta go along with it."
"As long as I am not driving for any part of this trip and Shuri doesn't bug me about drinking my Gatorade, I will be just fine."
"Not my fault you're always taking the Glacier Freeze bottles, brother," Shuri glared at him as she crossed her arms in annoyance.
"Hey, guys! Thanks for inviting me," Scott said as he walked up to the group.
"Hey, there!" Sam greeted, walking over to him and giving him a fist-bump before his face contorted into a frown. "Six hours in a car. I'm not ready for this."
"Me neither, but the beach? I'm down," he shrugged.
"Okay, everyone! Are you all ready to go? Pile up!" Tony yelled over the noise, quickly closing the trunk once all the bags were fully loaded on. "Rhodey's handing out the seating charts, so make sure to take one of those to see where you'll be sitting."
"Lemme see," Peter peered over your shoulder to look at the paper in your hands, and you shifted it over so he could see it better.
Driver: Steve
Passenger's Seat: Tony
Row 1: Natasha, Wanda, Vision
Row 2: Thor Y/N, Peter
Row 3: Bucky, Sam, Clint
Row 4: Pietro, T'Challa, Shuri
Row 5: Bruce, Rhodey, Scott
"Glad I'm with you children," Thor smiled warmly at the two of you as you climbed inside and took your seats, "It is so much better being with you little Midgardians than having to sit right next to a bickering Winter Soldier and Falcon"
"I have to agree with you on that," you shrugged. "If I'm recalling things correctly, the last thing they were arguing over was whether the milk went first or the cereal."
"Cereal," he and Peter said in unison.
"Buck said he doesn't eat cereal with milk, and Sam said milk first."
"That is an unforgivable sin."
"Exactly my point! But they wouldn't listen."
"Alright, buckle up, everyone," Steve called from the driver's seat at the front. "Let's go."
For the first 40 minutes of the car ride, everyone was silent, all doing their own thing.
"...And as I was saying earlier, milk first. Who the hell eats cereal without milk?"
"And who puts milk first? Actually, why do people even like milk? It tastes like breast pee!" Bucky grumbled, crossing his arms.
"It does not, idiot. And no. The milk does not splash everywhere. Most of the time, at least."
"Breast pee."
"Milk before cereal!"
Steve sighed at the two bickering men, turning on the radio and soft, relaxing tunes began to play, drifting throughout the van. It seemed to calm them down relatively quickly, as it fell silent within seconds, casting a happy, relaxed aura onto everyone. Instead of moaning and groaning now, the team was all excited, quietly talking about what was going to happen once you'd arrived at your destination.
You glanced out the window and watched the buildings pass by in a blur.
Suddenly, you felt someone's eyes on you so you turned back around to find Peter looking at you with an almost dazed sort of look.
"Earth to Peter!" you laughed, waving a hand in front of his face."You there?"
"Oh yeah, sorry," he rubbed a hand against his forehead, blinking several times. "I must've just spaced out."
"This is quite entertaining watching two children fall hopelessly in love with each other and be so oblivious to the other person's feelings," Thor chuckled.
"We don't like each other," you looked over at him, "Peter and I are nothing more than friends. Right, Pete?"
"Oh, yeah. Right. Just friends."
You tried to ignore the slight ache in his chest when he said those words, though.
"Sure you are," your dad turned around briefly to shoot you a knowing look, giving you a wink.
"Dad."
"Hey! Where's my Skittles?" Clint demanded. "They were right by me a minute ago!"
"Sorry," you smiled innocently over at the archer, handing him his box of Skittles back. "I was hungry."
"It's fine. As long as you aren't Natasha and consume the entire box in literally ten seconds without even sharing a single one," he smiled back.
"What?" Natasha narrowed her eyes at him, "Skittles are good."
"And you're not supposed to steal my food like that!"
"Friends buy you food, and best friends eat your food."
"Not a valid argument."
"Well," Sam breathed out, "you guys are all lucky. At least you're not stuck next to someone who thinks that milk tastes like breast pee."
"At least you're not stuck with someone who pours milk before the cereal," Bucky retorted.
"And my neck hurts," you complained, trying to do some neck rolls to ease the tension in your muscles. "I can barely find a comfortable sleeping position here. So everyone, please shut up while I attempt to fall asleep."
"You can rest your head on my shoulder if that makes it better," Peter offered.
You were too sleepy to object, so you let your head fall against his shoulder and closed your eyes.
"Aww, they're so cute," Wanda and Natasha cooed, quickly pulling out their phones and snapping a quick picture of the two of you.
...
"We're here," Steve announced as the van pulled into a small gas station. "Only three hours left to go until we arrive. If you need to go use the restroom, or reload on snacks, do it now because I don't want to hear any complaints about any of it later on. Twenty minutes."
Everyone began getting out of the car and you were still asleep once they did, so Peter gently shook you awake.
"Hey. Y/N. We're here," he whispered, brushing stray hairs away from your forehead. "Come on, let's go."
"Hmmm?" you mumbled sleepily, rubbing your eyes and blinking as you looked around. "Oh." You unbuckled your seatbelt along with him and got out of the van, standing and stretching before entering the gas station's store.
"So." Peter looked around once you'd both finished using the restroom, cracking his knuckles as the two of you stood in the middle of the candy and snacks isle together, "Sour Patch, gummy bears, Skittles, or something else?"
"Mm...definitely not Skittles. Clint's gonna fight you for that, "I'm not risking any limbs. Or my soul, for that matter."
"Good point," he nodded, grabbing a big bag of Haribo gummy bears and Sour Patch off the shelves. "How about both Sour Patch and gummy bears?"
"Sure." You took one of the bags so you could split up the payment, and Peter also got a bag of chili Doritos before going up to the register to pay for all the snacks.
"Wanna race back to the van?" Peter challenged, a smirk forming on his face.
"You wouldn't dare," you smirked right back at him, the corners of your mouth turning up into an evil grin.
"Oh, I would."
"On three."
"Three! Go!" you shouted, taking off and sprinting as fast as you could back towards the van.
"Hey! Cheater!" Peter yelled as he chased after you.
"I'm not cheating!" you yelled back, "I said on three, and I ran on three!"
Once he was close enough to you, he grabbed you from around the waist and pulled you towards him, wrapping his arms around you and causing you to let out a squeal.
"Peter! What was that for?"
"You cheated," he breathed out, panting heavily as he was out of breath. "That was not fair at all."
"It was fair! I said on three!" you protested.
He began to tickle you and you giggled uncontrollably, trying your hardest to wiggle out of his grip.
"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry! Please stop!" you squealed through giggles. "Let me go!"
"And what is it that you're sorry for, young lady?"
"For cheating. I promise I won't do it again!"
"Promise?"
"I pinky-promise." The two of you linked your pinkies together and he gave you a goofy grin.
And maybe you ended up looking into each others' eyes for a bit longer than necessary.
"Hey! Will you two stop flirting and get over here?" Shuri laughed, "I want to get going now!"
You felt your face begin to heat up and carefully pulled away from Peter, giving him a soft smile. "Come on. Let's go."
Without saying anything else you climbed back into the van and sat in your spots again, putting on your seatbelt.
Everyone began filing back in, taking their spots as well.
"Let's get going, then. Seatbelts?" Steve turned his head around from where he was sitting to see if everyone was putting their seatbelts on. "Okay. Let's go."
It was relatively quiet now that everyone was busy eating their food. Peter opened his bag of Doritos and began to eat his chips.
"Aye, Peter! Pass me some," Bucky called so he reached into the bag and grabbed a handful of chips, placing them into his hand. "Thanks, man."
"Ooh, me too," Scott grinned and so he gave him some as well.
"Me three," Clint held his hand out, so Peter handed the bag to him so he could pass it around to everyone in his row before giving it back .
"Pete, can I have some?" you asked.
"Mmm...nope," he teased, flashing you an innocent grin, "sorry."
"Please, Peter," you whined, fake-pouting.
"Nope!"
"Um, rude," you scoffed, crossing your arms and turning away from him, pretending to sulk by staring out the window.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding! You can have some," he held the bag out for you to take some chips.
"You're so mean to me, Parker," you smacked him on the arm. "Why are you so mean?"
"I'm sorry! Please forgive me," he pleaded, wrapping his arms around your torso and pulling you to him.
"Fine. You're lucky I think that you're adorable, otherwise I wouldn't," you huffed, taking some Doritos out of the bag.
"Ewwww," Bucky pretended to barf, "stop flirting!"
"Oh, shut up, Buck," you groaned.
"You kiddos better not be making out back there!" Tony exclaimed, "As much as I may ship you guys, I do not want to hear any of that gross stuff."
You and Peter both covered your hands in your faces and let out loud groans, cheeks both flushing bright red.
"Please don't do PDA," Sam said, "if you do, I'm seriously going to get Thor to smash the window with Mjolnir and then I'm going to jump out of the window and run for my life."
You let out a sigh and leaned back against Peter, allowing him to put his arms around you again.
"I love you," you mumbled, burying your head into his chest, but then your eyes widened in realization at what you'd just said. "Shit. I didn't mean to say---"
"No, it's okay, I love you too," he smiled, kissing the top of your forehead.
"Ewwwwww!" Clint, Bucky, and Sam fake-gagged.
"Aww, my babies are growing up," Tony cooed.
"How adorable!" Wanda clapped her hands together, placing a hand on Vision's shoulder. "Don't you agree, Vision?"
"I must say, I do," the android agreed.
"Please don't tell me I have to give them the talk," Bruce groaned loudly as he fell back against his seat. "I'm not going to explain the birds and the bees."
"Please don't," you begged, your voice muffled by Peter's hoodie, "I don't need any details."
"If I'm being completely honest here, I'd say they're pretty cute together," Steve admitted as he refocused his gaze on the road. "And I think I'm in the right place to say that everyone thinks so."
"I ship it!" Shuri smiled widely.
"I must ship it too, then," T'Challa looked over at Peter and you, now asleep in his arms. The two of you were snoring softly, and there was a slight hint of a smile on both your faces. "They are so cute."
"Ah, young love," Rhodey sighed. "It's quite adorable."