A/N- For Those Of You That Don’t Remember…

Tony: Y/N, Peter, I’ve left a letter telling your guardians not to worry—

Y/N: They won’t.

Tony: That you’re safe—

Y/N: That’ll just depress them.

Tony: —and you’ll see them in a few weeks.

Peter: Do we have to?

I relate to this on a whole new level…

A/N-For those who don't remember which one is which, Tobey is Peter 2, Andrew is Peter 3, and Tom is Peter 1.

Peter 2: Y/N, you'll be working with Peter 3 and Peter 1.

Y/N: Alright! My fantasy threesome!

Everyone else: *blank stares*

Y/N: ...Of people on a team.

*The squad over at Steve’s house*

Thor: Ohhh, we each get our own oven?

Steve: …N-No…

Steve, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have???

Thor, motioning to the kitchen: Three, I thought!

Bruce: I see a—

Steve, motioning to one device: This is a microwave.

Thor: Oh, well I—

Steve: Hey wait, wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave*

Steve, amazed: It’s got a bake setting!

Clint: Ohoho, you learn something new everyday!

Tony: Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first?

Steve: Now I’ve just discovered I have more ovens than I thought, we don’t need to roshambo nothin!

Steve: I am someone who owns four ovens…

Steve, louder and way too happy: I am someone… who owns FOUR OVENS…

Steve: I didn’t know I was so rich with ovens…

Natasha, pointing to another appliance: Also the toaster oven!

Steve:

Thor: Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens!

Steve:

Steve, fucking ECSTATIC: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS

Peter: *yawns*

Y/N: Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring.

Peter: Then you must be exhuasted.

Loki: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.

Natasha: All of your existences are confusing.

The Team: How so?

Natasha: Your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to any of you upsets me.

Peter, randomly: I wish I was a cat, but not in a furry kinda way, more like a “I can sleep all day and hit people with no consequences” kinda way.

Y/N: *gasps* OH MY GOD SAME!

The Avengers, watching with concern for their youngest members:

Peter: DID WE JUST BECOME BEST FRIENDS!?

Y/N: I THINK WE DID! QUICK WHO, ON THE TEAM, IS THE HOTTEST MAN THAT YOU WOULD, WITHOUT A DOUBT, LET RAIL YOU!? ON THE THE COUNT OF THREE!

Peter: One…

Y/N: Two…

Peter: THREE!

Peter and Y/N, in unison: LOKI!!!

The Avengers, gasping in shock and muttering: what the fuck!?

Loki sitting there, confused as to what the word ‘rail’ meant, but still with a smug and cocky af grin:

Peter: Do you want to go up to my room and blast ‘I’m a Gummy Bear’ just to annoy the hell out of the tower!?

Y/N, scoffing playfully: Who doesn’t!?

The Avengers, sitting around the room, watching their two youngest members run off, still in shock as well as concern:

The Avengers having realized what you guys were about to do, groaning in sync:

Loki, sitting there, thinking: What does this ‘rail’ mean?

Tony, facepalming: I don’t think we should tell you…

Loki:

Loki, arubtly standing from his place on an arm chair: Very well. I shall go use this ‘Internet’ the two younglings have taught me to use.

The Avengers sitting in comfortable silence for a moment before realizing what Loki was going to do, and shouting: LOKI! NO!!!

Stark!Reader: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it…

Tony: Just rip the bandage off.

Stark!Reader: It's Loki.

Tony: Put the bandage back on.

Y/N: If you had to choose between Steve and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose?

Bucky: That depends, how much money are we talking about?

Steve: Bucky!

Y/N: 63 cents.

Bucky: …I’ll take the money.

Steve: BUCKY!!!

Y/N: JAMES!!!

Bucky: First name, could be fine.

Y/N: BUCHANAN!!!

Steve: Middle name, not looking so good!

Y/N: BARNES!!!

Steve: You’re in trouble.

Y/N: YOU TOO, STEVEN GRANT ROGERS!!!

Bucky: *smirks*

Steve: …Shit…