It had been exactly two years since you joined the Avengers as the resident kid genius. Tony had picked you from Midtown along with Peter for his internship, and he quickly found that you were an even better hacker and programmer than he was. Pretty soon he had you working alongside him, helping him make prototypes and suits.

That's when you first met Peter Parker.

You were with Tony after school one day, tinkering with E.D.I.T.H's programming, when Tony introduced his other intern. You knew Tony had another intern, but you'd never met them before. They always came in at a different time, though you knew it was a boy from your school.

You had no idea it was Peter Parker.

"H-hi, Y/N!" Peter stuttered, blushing when you nearly dropped your screwdriver. You smiled shyly, gripping the table as Tony started to tell Peter something about thermodynamics. You tried to keep working, but you just couldn't focus. Peter kept looking back at you when he thought you weren't looking, trying not to make eye contact with you.

He was so distracting, and it didn't help that you'd had a crush on him since fourth grade.

The first time Peter asked you on a date, you were wearing your "ugly pretty clothes" and binge watching Gilmore Girls. Your parents were gone for the weekend, so the house was quiet on your own. But you were in no state to see your mail man, let alone the cute boy interning with you when he knocked on your door.

"Peter?" You asked, opening the door to a very nervous Peter. He was holding something behind his back, and when you tried to look he moved back. You were well aware that he was wearing nice, clean clothes while you looked like a rat's nest, but there was nothing to do about it now.

"Hey, uh, you home alone?" He asked, realizing most of the house was dark. You nodded, blushing when you realized you were wearing a tank top. Peter noticed and decided to try very hard not to look at your body and focus on your face.

"Yeah, my parents are gone for the weekend. Wanna come in?" You asked, and Peter took your invitation. When he got inside, he shakily handed you a bunch of flowers and asked you if you wanted to go with him to stargaze on Friday.

"I mean, you don't have to. This is weird, I'm sorry, I should go." Peter rambled, after you stood silent for a moment. You were so shocked you just stared at the flowers in your hands, peonies which were your favorite. Then you remembered Peter Parker had just asked you a question and you snapped back to life.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry. I was just caught off guard, I wasn't expecting this at all. I mean, I've liked you for who knows how long and you're so cute and smart and I'm such a nerd so I never thought you'd......what I meant to say was yes absolutely. I'd love to." You finished, biting your lip nervously. What if he didn't mean it, or he decided he didn't want to go with you anymore? Peter turned back around and grinned.

"You mean it? Really?" He asked, trying not to smile like an idiot. Peter had fallen for you months ago, but he only really screwed up the courage to ask you out after his talk with Tony. Tony had told him that he was pretty sure you liked him back, and even told him what your favorite flowers were. And here you were, looking like a goddess and telling him that you thought he was cute and had liked him for a while now.

Why hadn't he done this sooner?

"Yeah, I mean it. Like, I really like you." You said, your face going red. You weren't one to be so open about your feelings, but Peter thought it was adorable how your cheeks tinted when you talked to him. He felt the same way about you, his stomach had butterflies in it if you even looked at him.

"So, can I pick you up at 7?"

"Yeah, I'll be waiting."

Fast forward two years and you and Peter were Stark Tower's reigning stupidly cute couple. You and Peter were basically attached at the hip, working together, eating together, cuddling together. Tony once caught the two of you having a food fight in the kitchen and had to ban whipped cream from the premises. Secretly, he was happy his two interns were so perfect for each other.

But none of the Avengers could remember when the two of you became such an old married couple.

"Peter! Come on, we're going to the dentist!" You called, waiting downstairs for your boyfriend to appear. You'd made the appointment months ago, even though Peter hated the dentist, and promised to go with him. May was at work, and she was so grateful she'd made you cookies as a thank you (which Peter may or may not have eaten the day before).

"Noooo!!! I'm not going, I hate the dentist. That fluoride stuff is disgusting!" He yelled, holed up in his room. You sighed, noticing Natasha trying not to laugh as you threw a pillow at her. Peter groaned, trudging down the stairs and shooting death glares at you. He was wearing a very oversized sweatshirt and flannel pants, so he'd basically just gotten out of bed.

"You're such a baby, let's go." You giggled, kissing Peter's cheek as you held his hand. Peter grumbled, but a little smile formed on his lips. He loved when you kissed him, and he'd suffer through the dentist if it meant you gave him kisses afterward.

"Fine, but I want kisses when I'm done." Peter whispered, and you finally agreed to it just to get him out the door. Natasha stood in the kitchen, shaking her head at the two of you. She wrote it off as just a cute thing long time couples do. Sure, maybe it was weird but she wasn't going to judge.

But that wasn't the last time it came up.

"Hey do you want-?"

"Cookies? Yeah, I'll buy some. What else do we need?" You finished, writing things down on the grocery list. Steve and Bruce were watching from across the room, rolling their eyes. Recently, the two of you kept finishing each other's sentences and it was getting annoying.

"Probably popcorn, we ate all of it. Oh and-"

"Lemonade."

"Yeah, I was just about to say that. Also, can you please-?"

"Swing by the dry cleaners and pick up your suit? On it." You stuffed the notepad in your bag and waved to a stunned Steve and Bruce. Peter looked up from his seat on the couch, smiling at you lovingly.

"Wow, look at us finishing each other's sentences. I love you, be safe." Peter said, throwing you your jacket. It was raining outside, and he didn't like seeing you get wet or cold. You blushed, noticing Steve and Bruce exchanging glances.

"Love you too, I'll be back in a bit."

The next time it was Wanda's turn to notice it.

She was sitting on the sofa with Thor, watching reruns of Friends when you bounded through the door in a huff. Peter followed behind, holding a laundry basket full of clothes. You slumped into the armchair next to Wanda, refusing to look at Peter.

"Baby, I'm sorry!" Peter whined, trying to kiss you. But you turned your face away, rolling your eyes when Peter threw a sock in your face.

"I told you, I fold the laundry because you can't do it right! What sort of heathen folds shirts in half?!" You snapped, throwing the sock back at him. Peter frowned as you got up and walked past him to the kitchen. Wanda and Thor watched as Peter ran after you, not sure if they should intervene or not.

"Well, you can't load the dishwasher right!" Peter countered, making you storm past him.

"No, YOU can't load it right! Nobody puts plates on the top rack!" You yelled, picking up the laundry basket and giving Wanda an annoyed look. She gave you an apologetic smile, and Thor tried not to laugh when Peter tried snatching the basket back.

"Peter, I swear to God I'm going to kill you!" You hissed, and Peter ran for his life with you chasing him with the iron.

One day after work, Pepper swung by the Tower to pick up some mail for Clint. She let herself in, thinking no one was at home since it was deadly silent. Pepper almost had a heart attack when she realized halfway across the room sat you and Peter, completely silent.

You were reading, the only sound coming from you was the turn of a page. Your legs were draped over Peter, who had fallen asleep hours ago. His head was on your shoulder, little snores escaping his mouth as he slept. You had a hand in his hair, running your fingers through his curls. It was so domestic, anyone else would have thought you'd been married for years.

Pepper could hardly get out of the Tower fast enough.

At this point, all of the Avengers had seen you and Peter act like an old married couple together. It was just an unspoken thing between them, that you two were just sickening together. Nobody was going to say anything about it, who wanted to have that conversation? And as long as you both were happy, Tony didn't want the topic broached.

Until Carol accidentally mentioned it during dinner.

"Hey Pete, can you pass me the water please?" she asked, gesturing to the jug next to Peter. Peter nodded, but at the same time you went to pass it to her too. Your hands met, and Peter chuckled as you blushed from the contact. All the Avengers looked at each other, everyone thinking the same thing.

"Gosh, you two. Just like an old married couple." Carol laughed, taking the water from Peter. For a moment, everyone was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Peter turned bright red and you buried your face in your hands. Carol groaned, realizing the cat was out of the bag.

"Carol! We weren't going to say anything!" Bucky whispered, watching as Tony tried to keep eating. Peter was holding your hand under the table, and you were so embarrassed. How long had they been talking about this?

"Sorry, it just came out." She whispered back, avoiding Wanda who was biting her lip trying not to laugh. Suddenly, Thor burst out laughing at the end of the table, hitting it with his fist. He very nearly fell out of his chair, clutching his stomach. That was all it took, the rest fell like dominoes. Pretty soon Bucky, Wanda, Steve, Sam, Clint, Nat, Bruce, and Pepper were laughing so hard they were crying. Tony managed to keep it together, but he was on the verge of breaking too.

"Oh, come on! All of you?" Peter moaned, wanting to disappear into thin air. Sure, he knew you two were super domestic and cute, but the whole "old married couple" thing seemed a bit much. You couldn't stop blushing, hoping that they weren't going to make this into a big deal.

"It's just you and Y/N are so comfortable around each other, you act like an old married couple." Tony said, patting Peter's back. "It's not a bad thing, it's just different. You're old souls, that's all."

"Please, can we never mention this again?" You squeaked, frowning when Wanda made a heart with her hands. Sam followed suit, until the entire table was doing it. "Stop, this is so embarrassing!"

"Personally, I think it's adorable. It's like a little snapshot of what you and Peter will look like in fifty years." Pepper said, kissing Tony's cheek. You sighed, realizing that this was not going to be forgotten anytime soon. The rest of the table nodded, giving you both knowing smiles.

"Yeah, when the little Parkers show up it'll be just like this." Steve said, passing Clint the salt. You went so red, you thought you were turning into a tomato. Peter coughed violently, nearly choking on his food until you rubbed his back.

"Alright, that's enough. We're done talking about this." He said, shooting everyone death glares. That shut them up, and pretty soon everyone was back to normal. Wanda was arguing with Sam over sports, and Steve was giving Nat dating advice. Once the attention was off the two of you, Peter leaned over and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"You know, I like being an old married couple. It makes me excited for the real thing." He whispered, and you couldn't help but smile at his words. Peter was definitely the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, he was your soulmate. And no matter what, you wanted to grow old together

Even if he couldn't load a dishwasher right.