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Tony: Are you really calling me cruel?

Peter: Yes

Tony: I dont want to go get scones with you at 6am in the morning, and you're calling ne cruel?

Peter: These aren't just ordinary scones, Mr. Stark, they're maple bacon scones!

Tony: Please, stop.

Peter: Open your heart to me!

Tony: It will open at 10am at the earliest.

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~Unexpected Proposals and unspoken Secrets.~

“Alright, Point Break, I gotta ask,” Tony started, crossing his arms as he leaned against the kitchen counter. “You and Spidey. Are you…?” He gestured vaguely between Thor and Peter, his eyebrows raised expectantly. Thor’s blue eyes sparkled with mischief. “Are we… what?” he teased, his arm tightening around Peter’s shoulders. Peter’s face flushed a deep red. “Oh no…” he mumbled, hiding his face against Thor’s side. Natasha smirked, sipping her coffee as she watched the scene unfold. Steve and Bucky sat on the couch, pretending to watch the TV but very clearly listening in. Tony rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean! Are you two dating?” Thor looked down at Peter, his expression softening. “Dating? No.” Tony blinked. “Oh.” “We’re engaged,” Thor added nonchalantly, as if he were merely commenting on the weather. The room went silent. Natasha’s cup paused mid-air. Steve choked on his drink, Bucky slapped his back, and Tony’s jaw hit the floor. Peter looked up, panic flashing across his face. “Thor!” “What? They were bound to find out eventually,” Thor grinned, leaning down to kiss Peter’s forehead. “No need to hide it, my love.” Tony sputtered. “Engaged?! Since when?!“ “Oh, a few weeks ago. On the peak of Mount Fjorgyn, during the celestial dance of the northern lights,” Thor said dreamily. “I vowed my love beneath the stars, promising to cherish and protect him for eternity.” Peter looked down, his face as red as his suit. “He… he even got on one knee…” Natasha’s eyes widened. “Wow. That’s… romantic.” Thor’s face brightened. “Oh, indeed! And then we were blessed by the spirits of Asgardian ancestors—” “Okay, stop!” Tony interrupted, holding up his hands. “I can’t take this level of romance. It’s sickeningly cute.” Bucky laughed. “Never thought I’d see the day Tony Stark was defeated by love.” “Oh please,” Tony scoffed. “You’re one to talk, Mr. ‘I-gaze-longingly-at-Steve-when-he’s-not-looking.’” Steve’s face went bright red. “I— what?!” “And don’t even get me started on you, Stark,” Natasha smirked, setting her cup down. “You and Banner aren’t exactly subtle.” Tony’s eyes widened. “We are not—” “Oh please,” Bucky cut in. “I literally caught you two making out in the lab last week.” Tony turned beet red. “That was— we were just—” “You owe me twenty bucks, Steve,” Natasha said, holding her hand out. Steve grumbled, pulling a bill from his pocket. Peter laughed, the tension easing from his shoulders. “Guess we’re not the only secret couple around here.” Thor beamed proudly. “Indeed! Love is to be celebrated, not hidden.” He looked at Tony. “Perhaps you could learn a thing or two from us, Man of Iron.” Tony groaned. “Yeah, yeah. Rub it in, why don’t you?” Thor looked thoughtful. “Would you like to hear about the poem I wrote for Peter on the night of our engagement?” “NO!” came the collective shout from the room. Thor just laughed, pulling Peter closer. “Ah, mortals. So easily flustered.” Peter leaned against Thor, his eyes sparkling with adoration. “You’re ridiculous.” “And you love me for it.” Peter smiled. “Yeah. I really do.”

The End.

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Peter Parker never imagined he’d be sitting in the cockpit of a spaceship, feet kicked up on the dashboard, sharing an old pair of wired headphones with Peter Quill. But here he was, listening to some ancient Earth song while the stars zipped past. “So,” Quill said, glancing at him, “you actually know this song, or are you just pretending to be cool?” Peter rolled his eyes. “I know of it. My aunt used to play this kind of stuff when I was a kid.” Quill scoffed. “Unbelievable. A kid from Earth, and you still don’t appreciate the classics.” “Hey, I appreciate them!” Peter protested, jabbing a finger at him. “I just… y’know, wasn’t abducted by space pirates and forced to listen to nothing but ’70s rock for twenty years.” “Forced?” Quill gasped, hand over his heart. “These are cultural treasures, Parker. My entire personality is built around these songs.” Peter smirked, leaning back against the chair. “Yeah, that tracks.” Silence stretched between them, comfortable and warm. The kind of silence that felt less like an awkward pause and more like… something unspoken lingering in the air. Peter didn’t miss the way Quill’s fingers drummed absently on his thigh, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t figure out how. “You ever make someone a mixtape?” Peter asked, mostly to fill the space. Quill looked at him, eyebrows raised. “That’s, like, the most romantic thing you can do, Parker.” Peter swallowed. “Oh. Yeah. Totally. Not what I was—uh, never mind.” Quill grinned, leaning in just a little too close. “Why? You want one?” Peter’s face burned. He turned away, looking out at the stars. “Shut up.” Quill just laughed, but Peter could still feel his gaze lingering. Maybe, just maybe, he’d get that mixtape after all.