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Warning ⚠️: this chapter contains drugs (Steve put down the pot), swearing, murder (So Natasha and Loki are involved), and Peter being creepy.

Ships: Science Bros, Spideypool, Stucky, idk what else but probably more.

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Peter smirked outwardly as he stalked down the hallways to find his uncle Thor.

The god of thunder was sitting in front of one of the many tvs, oooh-ing and aaah-ing over the assortment of strange and unusual devices.

"-how to cook an egg 62 different ways? Well the egg-cook-o-matic can help you there!"

Thor looked at the device in wonder, who knew that there were that many ways to cook eggs?

Peter walked in front of the tv, waving his hands so that it would turn off. The god pouted at his nephew but didn't get angry.

The 15 year old got his puppy dog eyes ready and asked in a small voice, "Uncle Thor? Can you please teach me the art of pop tarts?"

Thor's eyes widened and quickly a pleased grin covered his face. "Son of Tony, I would gladly teach you the pop of tarts art! We must start immediately!"

The blonde giant grabbed the brunette's hand and dragged him towards the kitchen, which was now vacant and clean.

"First you must hunt for the right tart. It must be perfectly made and blessed by Odin!"

"Whhhaattt?" Peter asked in confusion.

Thor quickly put his hand over Peter's mouth. "Shhhhh! You are disturbing their rest."

"And Dad thought I was the weird one."

The god quietly tip toed to the walk in food cupboard, opening the door silently. Grabbing the box, he placed it lightly on the counter.

"Now is the most delicate part. The removal." Thor said, crouching down to the floor in a protective stance.

"Once again, whhhhaaaattt?"

3 hours later a shocked Peter stood in the kitchen, pop tart in hand.

"So now you know the art of the tarts of pop! How do you feel?" Thor asked, resting a general hand on his shoulder.

"How do I feel? How do I feel?! It took you 3 hours to make a raw pop tart. It's not even been in the toaster! It's fucking raw!" Peter shouted.

Thor looked horrified. "You would cook a tart of pop?!"

The god passed out on the floor from sheer shock and horror, leaving Peter too comprehend what just happened.

Bruce walked into the room and looked at Thor, who was on the floor, but didn't react. Instead he just raised an eyebrow and looked at Peter.

"It's a long story. Bruce... or should I call you Pops now, can you teach me how to meditate?" Peter asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

Bruce blushes bright red and smiled softly at the young superhero. "Umm, your father and I have only been dating for a few weeks now. I think that it's a bit too soon to be taking the roll as your second father. But sure, I can show you now if you'd like?"

"Yes please!"

The two made their way to the spare room that Tony had turned into a meditation studio for Bruce.

"Well, um, I guess we should begin then. First you must let out all of the pain that has been stored inside of you. Take deep breaths and just let it out."

The teen boy took a deep breath before a blood curdling scream came out of his throat. "Ahhhhhh!"

Bruce turned to look at him, confused and in shock, before continuing on.

"Now think about your fingers. What do you like about them, what do you hate. Then think about your wrists." Bruce explained, unsure how to teach someone how to meditate.

Peter did as the scientist said, feeling calmer as the minutes ticked by.

After about an hour, he had thought about his whole body and was calmer then ever.

"How do you feel?" Bruce asked, wanting to know if it worked for the teenager.

"Calm."

Bruce smiled, happy that he was able to teach Peter something.

"That's a good thing because I felt like my mind was going to explode earlier." Peter explained with a toothy grin.

"Why?"

Spider-Man shook his head frantically. "Let's just say that I will never think of Thor as a basic bitch for pop tarts again."

The scientist nodded quickly, not needing a further explanation and glad that Peter hadn't given him one.

"I think that's enough for today, if it's alright with you. I need to get back to the lab." Bruce said, standing up and stretching, loud pops could be heard from his back as he did so.

"Okay. Thank you for teaching me, Bruce!" Peter grinned, pulling the man into a tight hug.

"If you don't marry my father I will tie you together and throw you into Tartarus." He whispered before exiting the room quickly, leaving a scared Bruce to figure out if he was joking or not.

He was not.

By this time it was nearly 7 o'clock at night and Peter was dead tired and starving.

So he did the only logical thing... Make 20 bags of mac 'n' cheese, cover it with grated cheese, and eat it out of an unused hot pink storage bin.

That was how the Avengers found him. Passed out on the kitchen table after eating over 12 of those 20 packets.