Peter pulled a shirt over his head, a shoe on one foot and the other clad in a soft sock, his jeans unzipped at the front. 

He had overslept again, and now his family was awaiting him, for they had decided to go see the new Avengers movie; Avengers Infinity War, which was based off of them. 

"Come on Peter! We're going to get breakfast on the way!" Wanda called in her thick Sokovian accent. 

"Coming Wanda!" Peter yelled, rushing out the door in a Spider-man hoodie, his hair ungelled or brushed, allowing his curls to escape in a mad mess. He skidded down the stairs, tripping on the last few and tumbling down the rest of the way. 

"I'm okay!" Peter yelled loudly, scrambling to get up. He stood up, an excited grin upon his face. 

Natasha shook her head at his antics. "идиот (idiot)" she said. "Давайте идти (let's get going.)" 

She was met by blank faces by all but Peter, Bucky, Vision and Thor, who knew literally every language that there was. 

Sighing, Natasha translated what she had said (except for the idiot part) and they all headed to the elevator, Peter so excited he was jumping up and down until Bucky placed his metal arm on Peter's head, stopping him from moving too much. 

"Why are you so excited?" Tony asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"We're watching a movie about ourselves! And one of the actors said that everyone dies. Mark Ruffalo I think-"

"You're excited to watch everyone die?" 

"Pfff, no, it's just gonna be hilarious watching your reactions. I should take pictures." 

"You're not allowed to take pictures in the cinema Peter." Steve reminded him.

"Rules never stop you!" Peter pointed out. 

"Are you really going to go against the rules Peter? Will you really?" Steve asked, raising his eyebrows. 

Peter lowered his head. "...no." He said, sounding disappointed. 

"That's what I thought." 

The elevator reached the garage level, where they all clambered into cars, dibsing their spots and Peter trying and failing to call shotgun. 

Sam got their first, sticking his tongue at Peter, who stuck his back, begrudgingly moving to sit beside Wanda. 

They drove to a nice diner that wasn't very well known but had delicious food, a favourite among the avengers. 

"What can I getcha?" The waitress asked, a young teen with quite a lot of makeup, though she looked rather pretty. She chewed gum, and held a notepad and pen in her hands, perfectly painted acrylic nails on show. 

"I'd like a coffee, and- what would you like Peter?"

"Coffee as DARK AS MY SOUL!" Peter said dramatically. 

Rolling his eyes, Tony turned back to the waitress. "He wants milk." He confirmed. 

"And waffles!" 

"And waffles." 

Everyone went around, getting their favourite breakfast foods, some, like Thor, consisting of a plateful of hashbrowns, eggs, toast, bacon, tomato, mushrooms and a side of pop tarts, while others had a smoothie with fresh fruits. 

There was a great range of breakfasts that they all ate, only finishing when they were stuffed to the brim. 

"What a jovial feast." Thor said, patting his abs. "I feel myself getting fatter; we must work it off in a training session later on." 

Peter, meanwhile, snorted, eyeing Thor's strong, hard as rock abs. 

"We need to get going if we want to get to the cinema on time." Pepper said, glancing at her jewelled watch. 

They quickly paid for the breakfasts, piled into the cars, and headed to the cinema. 

"How do you think we can sneak snacks in?" Wanda asked curiously, holding a large packet of chips. Bucky nodded, also holding a packet of lollies, and Peter holding a block of chocolate. 

Vision took her packet of chips and stuffed it down his shirt, shapeshifting to take the form of a large woman. "Put bras on, there's plenty of room in them if you're men." 

So the men headed into the bathrooms, bras in hand that Vision had brought earlier just in case. When they came back out, Wanda, Natasha and Pepper were all giggling, the shapes of whatever was hidden in them rather obvious through their shirts- especially Bucky, Sam and Thor's, for they weren't wearing jackets or jumpers. 

Peter was very glad he had worn a large Spider-Man hoodie, for it was not obvious that he was wearing one at all. 

"You know, this reminds me of the time MJ, Shuri, Ned and I went to the cinema and couldn't afford another ticket and hid MJ in a bag and carried her in." Peter said, shifting his bra slightly. 

"You did what?!" Bucky asked, laughing slightly. 

"MJ can fit in really small spaces." 

"Peter you should've just asked me for money!" Tony scolded. 

"Well you weren't there, and I don't have a credit card or debit card or whatever, besides, we didn't realise how expensive it'd be until we got there." 

Tony shook his head, but smiled none the less. 

They went over to the counter to pay for tickets, Steve and Bucky wondering if they could get a senior's discount. 

The answer turned out to be no. 

"I am a SENIOR CITIZEN! I'm more than four times your age young man- I deserve a bloody discount!" Bucky raved. 

"Sir you need to calm down, or I'm going to have to ask you to leave the premises." The man said, looking as though he had to deal with young looking people asking for senior discounts all the time. 

"Come on Bucky, let's go, we have plenty of money anyway, it doesn't matter." Steve reminded him, leading him away by the shoulder. 

Peter looked at the man. "Can I have a student's discount please?" 

"Sure, you got your ID?"

"Oh he get's a discount?!" Bucky yelled from nearby, Natasha and Steve trying to calm him down in hushed voices, nearby people looking at them both worriedly and judgingly. 

Soon, everyone had their tickets and they all piled into cinema, Peter excitedly even watching the ads, telling them that they had good trailers before the movies. 

There was a lot of loud crinkling when they finally pulled their snacks from their bras, eating the food and watching the movie. 

Thor cried when Loki died, as did Peter, but the others tried not to cheer, knowing Thor was sensitive about it. 

However, Thor seemed to get over it rather quickly as the movie moved on. 

"It's the wizard!" Thor boomed when he saw Dr Strange, making people turn around in their seats and send him dirty looks, which of course Thor took no notice of, looking delighted when he saw the man. 

"Yes, they've portrayed me rather well actually." A voice said to Peter's right, making him jump, turning to find the wizard from the movie sitting beside him as though it was no big deal. 

"Where'd you come from?!" Peter shriek-whispered. 

"I've been here the whole time." Dr Strange told him, as though this was obvious. Peter shrugged it off, turning to watch the movie. 

"Look dad! It's me!" He whispered, tugging on Tony's shirt sleeve. 

"Yes Peter, I can see that." 

"Oh my god dad it's you!"

"I know Peter." 

"Why can't Uncle Bruce turn into the hulk?" 

"I don't know Peter. Shh." 

***

The lights went on, the credits rolling in the movie. The avengers were staring at the screen in shock. 

Peter, meanwhile, was giggling. He had snapped a picture of their reactions, saving it to his phone and sending it to the groupchat he had with Ned, MJ and Shuri. 

Once out of the cinema, Tony hugged Peter tightly. "You are not allowed to say 'Mr Stark I don't feel so good' anymore." 

"Yeah yeah of course." Peter said, agreeing. I am so teasing them about this! He thought, trying to suppress the evil grin he wanted to show. 

-two minutes later-

"Mr Stark, I don't feel so good-"

"Peter I SWEAR TO GOD-!" 

Peter started giggling, running away as Tony stood up from where he was reading in the park, everyone still getting over each other's deaths. Bucky and Steve were hugging nearby, and Wanda and Vision were hugging as well, until Wanda pulled away, telling him to take the bra off now. 

They were all still wearing bras of course, Peter with his stuffed with leftover snacks that he would eat in public, causing several people to send him disgusted looks. 

***

"Ned it sucks so much! They won't let me leave the tower, and if I go on patrol they have to come with me! And they're being so overprotective, you have no idea how many hugs I've had in the last two hours, I mean, I like hugs, sure, but I can't feel my arms anymore, they legit have hugged me out for the next hundred years!" Peter whined, flopping on his bed, FaceTiming Ned on his phone. 

"Well, at least you know that they love you, right?" Ned said, trying to find a bright side. 

"Yeah, maybe all the teasing of 'I don't feel so good mr stark' wasn't such a great idea, though it was hilarious." Peter laughed slightly at the memory, the latest being when he threw dust at Clint then hid in the vents before he could see him. 

The reaction had been hilarious, and he had to comfort Clint for ten minutes until he stopped crying, proceeding to whack Peter across the head and tell him to never do it again. 

Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. 

"Ned, are you free tomorrow?"

"Yeah I guess, but I thought you weren't allowed to leave the tower?"

Peter simply grinned. "I'll be there, make sure your ps4 is set up."

"Will do. Good luck."

The FaceTime ended and Peter sat up, starting to set up everything he needed, though there wouldn't need to be much setting up, for they were all so gullible. 

***

"Peter?" Tony called, wondering why Peter was sleeping in so late, for he had always been an early riser. It was 11am, after all. 

He eventually decided to just open the door, only to find it empty. He walked over to the bed, and let out a loud scream when he saw the pile of dust on Peter's bed. 

"What? What is it?" Steve said, running into the room, Clint and Bucky right behind him. 

"P-p-peter!" Tony shrieked, not sure exactly what to do; he was in a state of shock. Steve looked at the bed and put two and two together, tears filling his eyes. 

Natasha and Wanda came in, closely followed by the rest of the Avengers, who began mourning Peter's death, crying into each other's shoulders. 

Natasha looked closer at the dust, noticing a couple of Thor's long, golden hairs in it, as well as an old hair tie and a small lego piece. 

She almost snorted when she realised Peter had emptied the vacuum cleaner on the bed, and when she caught Bucky's eyes, she realised he had come to the same realisation. 

Bucky nodded his head to the door, and they both slipped out, unnoticed by the other crying avengers. 

"That little punk." Bucky said, both getting into the elevator. "Friday, where's Peter?"

"Peter has died and turned to dust on his bed." 

"Of f!cking course he hacked into friday." Bucky sighed, Natasha telling friday to take them to Tony's lab. 

They went straight to the computers, Natasha typing something in rapidly.

"And he's- at Ned's." Natasha said, looking at the tracker attached to Peter's suit, which showed up on the large screen in Tony's lab. 

They both headed down to the garage, getting into Natasha's fancy black car, heading straight for Ned's house, beyond pissed. 

***

"How long do you think it's going to take until they realise you're not dead?" Ned asked, eyes glued to the screen as they fiddled with the remote controls for the PlayStation. 

"I'm not sure, but I'm sure Grandma Bucky and Auntie Tasha will notice, they are super assassins after all. Surprised they haven't turned up yet. I doubt Clint will notice, I managed to trick him only three days ago by blowing dust in his face then hiding in the vents. He wouldn't let me go for ten minutes." 

Ned laughed, tossing a couple of pieces of popcorn in his mouth. 

"They're gonna kill you." 

"It'll be worth it though, wouldn't it be funny if they reported Spider-Man dead to the news?" 

Ned snorted, throwing his head back with laughter, accidentally nearly crashing his Mario cart and allowing Peter to pass him. 

"Hey! Not fair, you made me laugh!" 

Peter just stuck his tongue out at him, but they both froze when they heard a knock on the front door. 

"I'll get it!" Ned's mum said, running over to the door. 

'Do you think it's them?' Ned mouthed to Peter, who shrugged, eyes wide. 

"Hi, is Peter Parker here?"

Peter turned to Ned "it's definitely them. Remember my funeral plans" he whispered. 

Ned nodded seriously. "Red and blue flowers, buried with an album of  the best memes ever." 

Natasha and Bucky walked into the room, arms folded, an unimpressed look on their faces. 

"Uh, hi guys!" Peter said sheepishly, putting the remote control down. 

"Time to go Peter." Bucky said sharply. Peter nodded, staring at the ground. 

"G'bye Ned." 

"Bye Peter!" Ned said, a little too enthusiastically. Peter gave him the middle finger as discretely as possible, until Natasha wacked his head. 

Peter rubbed it as he left, mumbling something to himself that sounded oddly like 'oompa loompas'. 

"I hope you're happy with yourself," Bucky said, looking at Peter in the rear view mirror. "Put your mother and father into shock. Made Clint cry." 

"Making Clint cry isn't hard, he started crying last week because I stuck his favourite arrow in the cieling of the gym." 

"Not the point." Bucky growled. "You wait until you get home, you're gonna be in so much trouble." 

Peter just folded his arms, staring out the window, mildly wondering if they had wifi connection in graves. 

***

When they got home that day, they were greeted by the sight of the whole Avengers team, save Natasha, Bucky and Peter, all standing and sitting around the pile of dust, along with a portrait of Peter and several candles, along with many bunches of flowers and wreaths. 

They all cried, looking extremely upset. Peter would have felt guilty if they weren't huddled around vacuum dust, with hairs and hairties still in it and everything. 

"Ahem." Natasha said, clearing her throat. All eyes turned to them, and relief flooded their features when they saw Peter beside them, smiling sheepishly. 

They all hugged him, putting tears onto his shirt and kissing his forehead. 

"What happened? How are you now dead?" Thor asked, confused. 

"You were all huddled around vacuum dust." Natasha told them dryly, face deadpan. 

It went silent for a second, then everyone turned and started scolding Peter, who seemed to be trying not to laugh. 

"Why'd you do it?!" Steve asked, giving Peter his eyebrows of disappointment. 

"Well you were all being so overprotective since Infinity war, so since you're all so gullible-"

"We aren't gullible!" Thor protested. 

Peter gave him a deadpan look. "Hey look, it says gullible on the ceiling!" 

Thor immediately looked up, actually interested, and made everyone sigh exhasperatedly. 

Tony glared ar Peter. 

"You are grounded for life. And, I'm taking your Loki privelages away from you, he's manipulating you too much." 

Peter immediately protested. "Not my Loki privelages! Please dad!"

"No. No, nope, no." Tony replied, not budging. "You made me bloody cry, and I don't cry, so to your room with you mister." 

Peter hung his head, walking to his room. 

Once alone, Peter called up to Friday. "Did you film it?" He asked excitedly. 

"Yes Peter. Would you like the footage?"

"Yes please friday, send it to my laptop."

Twenty minutes later, Peter was publishing a video to his secret youtube channel of the Avengers reacting to Spider-Man's prank, with his face blurred out and anything in the background that might give away his identity blurred out. 

The only downside was... it went viral. 

He was so dead. 

A/N I'm sorry this was kinda out of character but I thought it was funny :P 

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