Warnings: slight delusional thing at the end. Whoops.

Ship: Ew.

I can't be bothered to add a universe (I'm tired and it's only half eight - pm)

"Wassup, Clint?" Peter said as he passed by.

He caught an arrow that was aimed for the back of his head with one hand.

"Nice try."

"Thought I'd get you that time!"

"Dude, I have Spidey senses. Just stop."

~~~

Peter spied Natasha in the corner. Instead of greeting her, he used his (nonexistent) sleuth skills and climbed onto the ceiling, falling on top of her and pinning her down.

"I win, right?"

She flipped him over and pinned him down.

"Yeah, I was just keeping my hopes high."

~~~

"Dylan wants to speak to you," Peter said to Tony. "It's really important, he says."

(Dylan was the coffee maker who could also make other beverages too.)

"What is it?" Tony sighed.

"QUIT USING ME!" Dylan shrieked. "I'M SICK OF IT! IT'S TIME I GET A VACATION!"

"So, we're basically asking to have a sleepover," Peter finished.

Tony shrugged. That wasn't the weirdest thing that had ever happened.

"Sure."

"Yes! C'mon, Dylan, I'll show you my room."

"I'D BETTER HAVE A COMFORTABLE PLACE TO SLEEP!"

"I made a bed in preparation and everything."

Still not the weirdest thing that had ever happened in the tower. Clint had once had a date with a mop.

Don't ask.

Tony sighed. It was way to early for this. He needed a coffee.

(It was five in the afternoon.)

~~~

"Hey, hey, Steve!" Peter shouted. "Steve! Steve! Look over here! It's Peter - oh my goodness the guy is actually deaf."

"Actually, the guy is behind you. That guy over there is a cosplayer. He did a good job, didn't he?" Steve grinned.

"Hey, who taught you what a cosplayer was?" Peter asked, frowning slightly. "I was gonna teach you that today! Who ruined my fun?"

"Clint," Steve shrugged.

"... Why?" Peter questioner, tilting his head in curiosity.

"He wanted to see if I could cosplay him and make it look like he was holding my shield for - what do you call it - Mister Gram?"

"Instagram," Peter corrected, rolling his eyes. "And why doesn't Clint hold the shield himself."

Steve narrowed his eyes.

"My shield is my baby. Leave it alone."

"Okay then..."

~~~

"Why, hello, young Man Of Spiders!" Thor greeted jovially. "How are you doing this fine day?"

Peter gave a wicked grin. "Wanna know a fact about me?"

"Of course!" he boomed. "Tell me!"

"When I first saw you, I thought damn, I'd totally be gay for this guy. Still would."

Peter gave a wink (he really blinked. But don't ruin his moment) and walked out of the room.

Tony rushed in a second later.

"Have you seen Peter? He's sick and he had his tablets before he ran away... If he said anything weird to you, I'm sorry."

Okay, Steve and Thor were written when I was sick. So... yeah.

(Also, my little sister gets really weird when she has medicine and stuff, so I just turned Peter into her for that.)

I mayyy have been slightly delusional for Thor, I must admit.

Sorry?

Imma go to sleep. Maybe. I don't wanna.

Byeeee

- WriteCrazyForLife