She bit her lip at that, and Peter observed her hold around Ava tighten. He could conclude that she missed her home in Manchester, a lot possibly and also their move to the States was most likely motivated by some sort of unpleasant compulsion.

"I am sure you guys will settle soon and find the home you want. There are lots of amazing neighbourhoods in the area" He replied, " Have you tried out Dami's  Eatery? Trust me they sell the best garlic breads in Queens and their stuffed capsicums are delicious!"

He beamed at her, pausing for her to respond so that this remained a conversation and not one of his hyper excited ramblings, but she didn't. Instead, sudden little whimpers from the little tot nestled against her shoulder mingling with the soft cooing and reassurances from her, rang out. If she had glanced up, she would have seen the gentle look housed in Peter's eyes as they looked on endearingly at the sisters.

"Do you need any he-?" he had begun to be cut cut off by the incessant buzzing of his phone. Pulling it out of his pocket, he well nigh groaned at the caller ID displayed on screen.

"I am sorry, my scarf must have been suffocating her" came the response from the voice he had been waiting for just when his thumb was reluctantly hovering over the accept button.

"Don't apologise please. There is no need to" he replied pleasantly, while the incoming call went to voice mail, a move he knew he would come to regret in a matter of few moments when his overprotective mentor would barrel at him with endless questions, "I mean babies cry, a lot in fact, they do not care where they are, I mean they do not understand or even have the ability to understand..."

His usual awkwardness around girls and consequent rather unflattering demeanor along with the nervousness of ghosting Tony Stark and the tirade of enquiries that would follow soon after, all worked up in the giddiness that broke through his entire being. He was certain of the floundering mess he must be creating of himself now but only another sweet laughter hit his ear. 

"You are so cute" she said in between a giggle, an unthoughtful, harmless quip but it was enough to send Peter into a flustered state, his reddened cheeks being mirrored after a while by his now wide eyed, brunette giver of the compliment.

"Thanks I guess- I mean no- I mean really thank you!" He fumbled with the words, trying to find a good digression, " I am 15 by the way, if I didn't tell you before. I study in Midtown Tech. I inter-"

" Charlene" she smiled, " My name is Charlene Ansel Adler. I am 16."

" Oh that's nice. I-"

Another buzz from his phone interrupted him. It was a long string of voicemails thankfully and no call although he knew he had to be quick lest he risk Iron Man flying to him.

" I don't know which school I will go to yet" her voice trailer off as her gaze focused ahead of him over his shoulder, " Peter... I think someone is coming looking for you."