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“Throw the shell! Throw the shell!”
“Shit, it’s a blue shell! She’s got a blue shell!”
“Don’t you dare Betty!”
“How do I shoot? How do I shoot it?”
“OMG Betty! We’ve been through this! Hit the top button. No not that one, the other one!”
The Avengers could on stare at the chaos that was erupting in the communal living room in the Avenger’s Tower.
Tony thought he would have learned his lesson the last time he had forgotten that Peter and Wanda were, when left alone together, young. While Wanda was a few years older than Peter, it wasn’t hard to forget that the two of them weren’t your usual teenagers.
Superpowered and both having facing traumas that were well beyond their years, it wasn’t unnatural for them to seek out to do normal teenage things. Like throwing a party at the Avenger’s Tower while the Avengers were out on a mission.
“This is karma,” Rhodey said from behind Tony, a distinct gleeful and smug tone in his voice. Tony didn’t even have to turn around to know that his best friend was grinning. Rhodey’s hand landed on Tony’s shoulder, squeezing it tightly. “Where’s the popcorn? Oh wait, I see some.”
Tony shot his friend a glare over his shoulder before turning back to the scene in front of him.
The gathering of minors hadn’t seemed to notice that presence of the Avengers in the doorway. They were too focused on the large TV screen where a Mario Kart tournament seemed to be taking place. There was music playing through the speakers and a few small groups chatting with each other off to the side, but most were fixed around the screen, jeering, and yelling as four people raced.
“Come on Peter, you’ve got this!” Ned, Tony recognised, cheered from Peter’s side. “Kick their asses!”
“No! Don’t let Parker win. Come on Wanda!” another kid cheered. He looked wild, hair sticking up in all directions and was tugging at it harshly, eyes bulging Tony was afraid they would pop out of his head.
“Is anyone going to cheer for me?” Betty asked, shooting a look around her with a pout.
“Betty, watch out for the banana!”
“No!” Betty cried as a character on the screen spun out of control.
“This is why no one is cheering for you,” another girl said, deadpanned. Tony wondered if this was the MJ Peter kept mentioning. She seemed to fit the eerily perfect description Peter had given him.
Peter let out a loud cheer, pumping his fist in the air as First Place flashed across one of the boxes. Ned let out a whoop, pulling Peter into a hug while the rest of the characters crossed the finish line, the places flashing up on the screen.
“Betty, you suck!”
Betty grabbed a fist full of popcorn and threw it at the kid who had called out her awful playing skills.
“Shut up, Abe,” Betty huffed.
Abe grabbed a fist full of chips and thew them at Betty who squealed loudly, shoot a look of disbelief at the kid. Her eyes narrowed and she reached for the popcorn again.
There was a shift in the room, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was about to follow.
“Please don’t,” Tony begged quietly, and he heard Rhodey cackle with laughter behind him.
“Please do!”
“Surely they won’t – “ Steve started to say but was abruptly cut off by a loud;
“FOOD FIGHT!”
The kids sprang into action in a way that made the Avengers feel slow. The assembled far faster than the superheros ever had, all of them suddenly armed with chips, lollies, and popcorn that in went flying in all directions as the fight begun.
In the middle of all the mess, Peter had grabbed Ned and had launched what could only be described as a food grenade at Wanda. It hit the unsuspecting witch in the face, leaving crumbs of food in her hair and a piece dangling from her eyelashes. She blinked and the piece fell.
Tony could only watch as Peter’s face went pale as Wanda turned to him, her eyes flashing red and a feral grin gracing her lips.
“You’re going to regret that, Peter,” Wanda said, reaching for a handful of lollies.
“OMG Peter! Why?” Ned cried, backing away, pulling Peter in front of him like a human shield.
“I – I don’t know!” Peter whimpered. He placed his hands out in front of him in a gesture of peace. “Wanda! I’m sorry!”
“You will be,” Wanda smirked and then food was flying at Peter.
Tony had to give Peter credit. His sense and flexibility were on his side but hell hath no fury like a woman covered in food. Wanda was out for revenge and she was taking it gleefully.
“Peter’s going to die,” Clint commented lightly from behind Tony. “Poor kid.”
“My money is on the spider,” Natasha said.
Tony let out a loud sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. He counted to five before he lifted his head and placed his fingers in his mouth. He let out a loud, sharp whistle that cut the through the laughter, music, and shouting in an instant.
The room went deadly still, the music cut off and all eyes turned to Tony and the Avengers in the doorway. You could hear a pin drop in the silence and Tony could practically see the oh shit that was running through every teenager’s mind.
Tony fought the urge to smirk as all the kids faces dropped as they took in who they were looking at. His eyes caught Peter’s and Wanda’s, both who went pale at the sight of them. They automatically moved closer together; their eyes wide with fear.
“Everyone out. Now.”
The teenagers didn’t need to be told twice. The fled for the elevator that FRIDAY had open for them, grabbing their belongings as they made the mad dash to get out.
“Close the doors! Close the doors!”
“Hurry up!”
“Good luck Peter!” Ned shouted from the elevator as the doors were sliding close. “Text me if you survive.”
“RIP loser,” MJ called out just as the doors closed.
The room remained silent, and Tony took a step forward. He rose an eyebrow as Peter and Wanda, folding his arms across his chest.
Words started spewing from Wanda and Peter at an alarming rate.
“Mr. Stark! It’s not what it looks like –“
“It was just a small gathering –“
“I wouldn’t even call it a party!”
“And really it was Peter’s idea –“
“My idea?! I just wanted to invite Ned over! You’re the one who invited everyone –“
“We could not exclude everyone, Peter! It’s rude –“
“And you’re the one who bought all the food!”
“You can’t not feed people, Peter! They are you’re feinds –“
“Our friends! Not just mine –“
“ZIP IT!” Tony shouted over the two of them.
Both Peter and Wanda fell silent, shuffling as a tense silence fell over the room that was only broken by Rhodey trying to unsuccessfully muffle his laughter.
“Both of you start cleaning up,” Tony instructed, keeping his voice firm.
Peter nodded sadly while red mist pooled at Wanda’s hands.
“Without magic and superpowers,” Tony added sternly, glaring at the two of them.
The red whisps disappeared from Wanda’s hands and she smiled sheepishly at Tony. Only when the two had moved towards the kitchen to collect trash bags and a broom did Tony turn his back on them.
As soon as Tony locked eyes with Rhodey the man was doubling over with laughter, tears escaping form closed eyes. He made an odd wheezing noise that only added to the smiles the others were trying to hide. They too were failing miserably, and Tony rolled his eyes at them. He did allow himself a little smile, something warm building in his chest at the thought of Wanda and Peter being normal teenagers.
He would let them off at the end of the night but for now, he was going to milk it. Pay back for not inviting them to the party because nobody threw a better party than Tony Stark.