I can't believe I just talked to the tony stark. I am a bit of a fan girl I won't lie I get to meet him as well.

I looked over at Otis and morgan they were laid on the sofa under a blanket with Ponyo blaring through the television. They were falling asleep desperately trying to watch the film I chuckled to myself quietly smiling at how cute they were.

Around thirty minutes passed the weather outside had calmed slightly but it was still rainy and windy. After tidying up after the kid's dinner I put some toast in for myself morgan and Otis now snoring gently. Just as I went to grab my toast from the toaster my doorbell rung making me jump my hand touching the hot metal of the toaster. "shit" I muttered shaking my hand to try and rid the pain walking towards the steps leading downstairs into my shop below us.

I jumped down the steep steps as I normally would, it may be childish, but I didn't really care. I walked to my door itching my arm slightly. Pulling the door open I felt a surge of warmth spread over my body tingling and itching into my soul.

Before I could process what had happened, I felt myself get knocked back as someone collided with me. They smelled nice like honey and cinnamon, they also smelt slightly damp but that was expected with the weather. He was slightly taller than me, he felt like home.

"Jeez kid give her a moment to breath" came a breathy chuckle. Oh, wow he sounded hot, I peered over the mop of light brown hair that was partially obscuring my vision and saw tony fucking stark, and all the bloody avengers stood there looking at me with a combination of happiness, love and lust. I felt the head in my neck shake as if to say no, I chuckled at that.

"why don't you all come in out of the cold" I suggested to my mates holding onto the shaking boy I assumed he was cold "we can go upstairs and talk if you want, morgans up there"

They nodded vigourusly walking in some looking around whilst others eyes refused to leave me and the boy.

Managing to pry the sweet smelling body of me I took a small step back placing my hands on his face. He had dark brown eyes that seemed to hold a warmth in them, curly light brown hair that sat oh his head windswept and wet. " hey there pretty boy" she muttred he blushed a violent shade of red "whats your name?".

"pretty parker ... no peter pretty n-no sorry im pretty your peter parker...." He paused for a second turning even more red if possible and turned to tony burying his face in the shorter mans neck as everybody laughed at the flustred state the boy was in.