A Day With Uncle Steve [field trip fluff]

                                    

                                          
Hey peeps. How's life? Imma gonna bless your eyes with two grape cheeks...or scar them. 
                          
                          
Okiiiiiii so someone commented on one of my early chapters saying they imagined Steve and Peter hugging and fluffy shit so I tried looking up books with Steve and Peter bonding and hugging so I could read it because now I wanna see it but I couldn't really find any without having stony so Imma make it myself in this chapter. 
                          
Hope you mother f-enjoy. The beginning is really weird lmfao 🤦🏼‍♀️😂 [edit. It's kinda long too. I think it'll get to 2000  words]

                          
Any suggestions? 

                          
Peter's pov 
To say my day has been horrible is an understatement..kinda. My day has been so horrible it felt like all my worse days of life combined for example, being chopped up in the garbage disposal, twice, eating mushrooms against my own will, conversating with flash, doing tons and tons of homework, getting grounded, and bringing a burger to my room and setting it by the fish tank so I can feed my fish and accidentally pouring fish food on my burger and not the fish water. Yeah. It sucks.
                          
Now you may be wondering what could've been so bad that all my old bad memories in life don't even compare to what happened today. Well, I'll tell ya...I had a field trip to stark tower. My home. And flash got confronted by my uncle and I'm currently laying in said uncles arms. Which uncle you may ask? Captain America...the one and only. 
                          
Alright. On with the story, the story that will explain my embarrassment, although Steve doesn't seem to think my day was that bad compared to getting chopped up in the garbage disposal-thats a story for another time.
                          
I woke up to dad poking me in the side. "Hey pal. Time to get up for school." I inwardly groaned. It's not that I don't like school, I love it. I just...its too easy. 
                          
"Ok ok. I'm up." I sat up and hopped out of bed. Dad ruffled my hair as I walked to my closet. "I won't be able to drop you off at school today, neither can happy or your mother and the only other capable people to do it...arent here so, Steve is gonna get you there..somehow," dad stated. I stifled a laugh,  "How? We gonna walk cuz he can't drive," I said. Dad shrugged, "I don't know, but I have a meeting and your mother is forcing me to go.." 
                          
I laughed, "Couldn't get outta this one, huh dad, it's fine you'll be able to skip next meeting and not attend the next 18, and then you'll be back in a meeting. It's a strategy." Dad smiled, "Yes, seems so. Well see ya later Underoos, stay out if trouble at school, I don't want another call saying you blew up the chemistry lab, got it?" dad asked, his tone taking a stern edge, although I knew he wasn't serious-serious yknow. 
                          
"Yes sir," I said in a mocking tone. I grabbed my bag and walked with dad down to the elevator, he ruffled my hair and threw his arm around my shoulder. 
                          
Once we got to the common floor, I was accosted by the smell of cookies, vinegar, and waffles. (I seriously hate waffles. They're so dry...but I also don't like syrup soo)