Italics is Italian.
(Peter is not Spider-Man.)

Giggling and repetitive footsteps sounded through the little house. Sounds of joy and exasperation echoed in the walls. The soothing colors of the hallway contradicted the energetic noises in the house.

Andrew Parker's feet pattered through the hallway as one of his older brother's, Jesse Parker, chased after him. Jesse acted like a monster, growling and laughing as he chased his younger brothers.

"Evan! Protect me, bro-bro!" Andrew squealed, running behind another one of his older brothers, Evan Parker. Evan smirked, picking the young boy up. Andrew tried to escape the boy's arms, giggling as he was thrown to another one of his brothers, Ian.

Ian adjusted the boy in his arms before bolting through the hallways. The two laughing brothers reached the front door quickly, causing Ian to throw the door open and escape to the lawn. Evan soon joined them. Jesse soon found the escapees and smirked 'menacingly.'

The oldest Parker, Corey, and the fourth oldest, Peter, walked towards the house after their day at their different workplaces. Corey smiled adoringly at the boys, wrapping an arm around the tired boy.

It was around seven at night, and all Peter wanted to do was sleep. Sadly, he had homework from his AP classes and a project for his engineering course he had to complete. Hopefully dinner was already made.

The two boys walked into the house, greeting Adam Parker. Adam smiled from his blanket burrito, murmuring his greeting. Corey swiftly walked to the kitchen, thankful to see that one of his brothers made dinner. Grabbing a plate of pasta for himself and Peter, he set them on the island of the kitchen and grabbed a barstool to sit on.

Peter stumbled into the kitchen, sat in a stool, and ate his salted and buttered pasta silently. Corey was on his phone, checking his personal email, "Pete, there is an email from your school. It seems that the Avengers will be going to your school," He rumbled, his Italian accent thick.

"Mm, why is that?" The boy questioned sleepily.

"Dr. Stark and Banner are looking for an intern, Ms. Romanoff, Mr. Barnes, and Mr. Rogers are going to teach gym, and the others will be observing the classes in general," Corey stated, rubbing Peter's back, "are you going to be able to go to school tomorrow? You look quite tired."

Peter sighed, rubbing his face, "This is why we have heavy metal, brother," He states, causing Corey to bark out a laugh. The older male smiles at the young boy.

"Alright, go on to the room to do your homework. You have a long day tomorrow, Pete," Corey stated, causing Peter to murmur incoherently.

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