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so, Peter was hungry at 4am, sue him.
He may or may not have skipped dinner right before his patrol, which was exhausting because apparently every club in New York thinks Friday is the perfect day to have street fights over the most ridiculous things. Like a girl? Maybe, alright, but over a freaking piece of paint ripped off a wall? Dude. Not even your local, calm down. Also the minor shooting in some alley because of a mugging, and thank god he didn’t get shot because Tony would kill him. Or ground him. He didn’t know which one is worst, anyone would argue that probably the first one
He passed out in his bed the moment he smashed into it after swinging into his room through the window and woke up three hours later to his stomach begging him to eat something else than the awful street chips he'd bought and those sketchy cookies he found laying in May´s apartment. Probably Happy´s. He begrudgingly tried to stand up and finally made it after some minutes of fighting with himself for a little bit more of rest, showered, changed into his pyjamas and made his way to the elevator already fantasizing about the sweet poptarts he’d have, oh! Or maybe some leftover pizza from last night, or maybe there was still some Chinese takeout left from that place nobody likes but Clint gets either way…
The elevator doors dinged open and he stepped out in direction to the kitchen, the lights were off but he had to squint and groan after turning them on because of the brightness, turning them off again and preferring to open the door so the hallway’s light would illuminate the room. He saw laying in the counter some chocolate chip cookies he’d seen Bucky eating once, he’d wanted to ask for one but he had talked to the man maybe twice before and was honestly (and fairly) kinda scared of him, he didn’t think much of it before grabbing one and eating it while serving himself some milk before grabbing another one and chugging the liquid with it
He didn’t find pizza, what happens when a bunch of enhanced people live with you, nor Chinese food, he guessed Clint had taken it with him home since he took off to his not-so-secret-now family that weekend. But he did find pop tarts —Thor had just re-stocked his ‘secret’ stash— and some fruit loops, so he served himself some cereal and popped his pop tart in the toaster
He finished his cereal and reached for another cookie, easily devouring more than half of the already open packet when he heard distantly the voices of two men behind the whiring of the elevator. Different than most men, strong and firm, familiar and easy with each other. Super soldiers, probably Bucky, and absolutely certainly Steve, he had his voice memorized after so many hours of listening to the recordings of his PSA’s
He panicked, if they saw him there, they’d talk. Tony would hear and he would ask and he would find himself telling Tony he’d gone to eat and the man has the reputation of genius for a reason so he’d figure out he had skipped a meal (or watch the cameras because the man was a creep and had FRIDAY recording and his vitals a command away 24/7 ) and go all helicopter-mentor (mentor, because he did not have the energy to spiral into the whole ‘basically dad’ thing Ned and MJ kept insisting)
He immediately grabbed a few more cookies -a few being five- and jumped to the ceiling just as the elevator doors dinged and two a hundred-something old man came out of them
“I’m telling you, i’m alright it was just a minor nightmare, i’m okay we can go back to sleep” Bucky argued, as he entered the kitchen, his face vaguely falling as he saw the barely left cookies on the counter, and reluctantly, looking away from it as if it was a crime scene, grabbed two glasses from the cabinet
“No way. You lied there creepily staring at the ceiling for almost half an hour without moving once. We can go for a run if you want? Train more? Or I can make breakfast, you want something specific?” Steve tried, putting his hand on Bucky’s waist, who took it with his own hand and turned around with both glasses of water being grabbed by his pointy and hand-toe fingers, arching an eyebrow and handing one to Steve before sipping his own. Then, leaving it in the counter next to them and turning to Steve once more
“I’m fine Stevie, really. It was nothing I’m not used to” he reassured , moving the hand to his arm and tracing circles with his thumb
“You do realize that doesn’t reassure me at all, right? If anything i’m more worried now” he said, leaving his glass right next to Bucky’s and pulling him closer by the waist “you shouldn’t have to be used to all that shit” he whispered, his breath right above Bucky’s ear, who just smirked “woah, scout boy cursing? Don’t let the others hear you, that’s 20 dollars for the swear jar” Steve rolled his eyes, muttered “we don’t have a swear jar…” and let Bucky continue
“I’m, fine” he said “we can train for a few more minutes if you want to” he put his hand up the blonde's shoulder,
“No. You’re tired, you should eat and rest, you- we can sleep in, if you want to” he said, Bucky opened his mouth but Steve beat him to it “and i swear i won’t complain about productivity this time” Bucky laughed at that
“Alright.. we can sleep in.. ” he said with a mischievous tone. The man slid his hand from where it was, in the other´s hand, and wrapped his arms around the blonde’s waist and leaned forward so Captain fucking America slid his own arms from the other’s man waist to be around his neck, they kissed repeatedly for a few seconds before the man gasped as Bucky bit his bottom lip and slowly started drifting left to kiss the side of his face all the way to just the back of his ear to whisper “or not” and then sliding down, hungrily leaving marks —that would probably fade in less than a few hours, damn enhanced recovering— all over his throat and collarbone, licking and biting down his collar bone painfully slowly for the unnoticed teen in the room
Ding!
The toaster announced
The both super soilders froze. And in the ceiling, not audible at all for non-enhaced people, a small whimper was heard. Both men turned to the sound in an instant, ready for a threat or an animal, both with heavy breaths and swollen lips, but not for a fifteen year old terrified looking teen.
He had only wanted to eat!
“Ah” he squeaked, voice almost above a whisper
“Who are you?” Bucky asked at the same time as Steve said “Peter?”. Bucky turned to Steve and frowned surprised “You know him?”
“Uh, yeah he is Tony’s kid or intern, or something, right?” He said, turning to the boy
“Y-yeah.. intern” he looked sheepish and then they remembered what he must’ve seen, Steve's expression turned so too, Bucky just looked suspiciously at him
“Um, sorry you had to see that-” Steve was apologizing but Bucky interrupted him
“Are you in the ceiling?…”
The silence in the kitchen stretched for what Peter could have described as an hour, and the men as twenty seconds
“No?” He squeaked and cleared his throat right after “N-no. No”
“Right. Because it kinda looks like it-“
“Nope. Not in the ceiling, see?” He climbed down from the corner he was in “not in the ceiling.”
They awkwardly stared at each other before recognition flashed in the youngest eyes and he moved to retrieved his pop tart from the toaster, Bucky’s voice stopped him though
“Did you… eat my cookies?” The man stared with horror at his half-finished packet of cookies lying in the kitchen counter
Peter stared in horror at them and just decided to ignore the question
“Yes” he said voice low, mostly because of the hour even though he hadn’t minded that thirty seconds ago. He bit into it and melted before opening the fridge and getting a milkshake out of it
“Isn’t that Sam’s?”
“Uh.. no..?”
“Has anyone told you you are a horrible liar cookie thief?”
“… no?…”
He stalked off to his room and freaked out the moment he was in the privacy of it, calling Ned while at it
Steve and Bucky never did anything above a hug in the kitchen because of the embarrassment they went through after Natasha found out about what had happened and made the whole team watch them
Tony made a new protocol the next day, and the next time he skipped dinner the whole city found out