Lavender

Ned and Peter are at the mall. They had just gotten out of school and wanted to look at any new video games, maybe check out some of the Star Wars merch they had. He really wasn't in the mood, but Ned insisted that they go. Obviously, this was a ploy to cheer him, something he appreciated but felt was unnecessary. Recently, Peter was having a rough time because of J. Jonah Jameson and his mission to make people see Spider-Man as a villain or "menace" as he liked to say. He tried not to let the comments and accusations get to him, but it was difficult considering that it was in every newspaper.

MJ was the one who suggested that they go to the mall in the first place. She was more honest about her intentions.

"Stop pouting and go do something," she told Ned and him when they came over to her place.

They were walking around when Ned stopped dead in his tracks.

"Dude, Peter."

"Wha-" he turned to where he was pointing.

In front of him, there is a large display case with…Spider-Man-themed merchandise. Spider-Man bouncy balls. Spider-Man action figures. Spider-Man cups. Spider-Man socks.

"Holy shit, man, you have your own merch now." Peter felt the heat rise to his cheeks and spread down his neck. He could feel tears form in the corner of his eyes. "It's like you're a real Avenger now!"

Peter sat next to the display case for another ten minutes before finally being convinced to move. He was so distracted that he didn't even point out how Ned just announced his secret identity to everyone within hearing distance at a very public place. Thankfully, no one was listening or paying attention to what two random nerdy teenagers were doing. The mall employees were starting to take notice and staring at them.

* * *

Tony was behind the Spider-Man-themed items, he had him copyrighted the moment he stepped out of his apartment after recruiting him for Germany. They were only released in stores recently, and Pepper made sure that New York would be the first place where they would be sold (she wasn't the head of his marketing team for nothing). He didn't tell Peter because he wanted to surprise him, but the kid's friends beat him to it. While he was disappointed not to see his reaction in person, the security footage from the mall they were at was a hell of a consolation prize. Every cent he made on the product is being placed into a separate bank account in Peter's name.

He would receive access to the account when he turned 18, as agreed upon by his aunt May who helped him put the whole thing together after deciding to stay silent on the matter until Peter's 18th birthday. The kid would have never accepted any sort of profit from his side job. Knowing him, he will just donate the entire thing to charity. So he would be calling it back pay for all the hours he has put in as his personal intern. Either way, by how sales are going, he will never worry about money as he has for most of his life. He might not be able to protect him from defamation (believe him, he has tried) but at least show him what people really think of him.

Spider-Man is New York's hero, and nothing out of that mustached creep's mouth could do anything to change that.

To the public's surprise, Tony is a rather affectionate person. They just don't see it often because he was only affectionate to people he was comfortable around. Not many people filled that requirement ever since the loss of his parents and the gain of their assets. The formation of the Avengers changed that. After they started to work together frequently, Stark Towers became their home. Seeing each other often and in an informal setting proved to be an effective bonding experience. He realized a few weeks in he no longer had the urge to immediately leave the room when someone else walked in.

Sometime after that, he actively sought them out to talk to or do things with. It reminded him a lot of how things were when he lived with his mother, the constant feeling of familiarity and warmth. Before he knew it, he was slipping back into some old habits.

* * *

Tony had just pulled three all-nighters working on a project. He was developing his own synthetic skin for prosthetics (something he may or may not have started for Bucky). He had wandered to the kitchen in desperate need of caffeine before he slumped over somewhere. As brain fried as he is right now, maybe it wasn't the best idea to try to work his coffee maker, but he was too exhausted to consider that. He is only a couple of feet from the machine when a warm mag is placed in his hands.

"You look like you need it," Bruce told him with a slight grin on his face.

Tony stared down at the coffee, his brain was far too sleepy to provide words to express his gratitude. So his body worked off of pure instinct. He gives Bruce a small peck on the cheek before shuffling off back to the lab (only to crash on the beanbag chair in one of his offices).

Bruce did not move for a solid five minutes trying to process what the frick-frack just happened before eventually coming to the conclusion that he had hallucinated the whole thing.

* * *

It's movie night at the tower, and they are watching Terminator (it was Clint's turn to pick). Usually, they'll watch three to four different movies too late in the night (aka early morning). It was a byproduct of being a house of multiple sleeping disorders. However, Clint was insistent to just keep replaying Terminator. They all told him to change it to literally anything else, but he just hid in his little corner in the ceiling that no one could reach him. Or so he thought. Apparently, Natasha also tired of watching the same movie and used her acrobatic skill set to get him. She wrestled the remote out of his hands and left him up there hogtied.

The movie was switched to Ocean's Eleven, and she returned triumphantly to her spot on the couch.

"You're a lifesaver," he said before swooping down and kissing her on the top of her head without thinking.

He ignored the looks some of them gave him and enjoyed the movie.

After that incident and a talk with Bruce, a Tony Kiss™ was treated as the highest form of praise possible. Everyone made it their mission to get at least one Tony Kiss™ and would brag about it to the other as soon as their resident genius was out of earshot. He didn't seem to notice their behavior change or mind the increased intimacy. They were all genuinely dysfunctional weirdos and couldn't help but challenge each other to see who could get the most sugar.

* * *

Thor outdid them all when Tony gave him a forehead kiss as a reward for saving him the last piece of bacon. He got so excited he punched a hole in the wall. When Peter eventually came along, he (who got like five kisses a day) became the reigning champion, his only rival being Pepper.

NICO POV

It's just another day at Camp Half-Blood, yet another camper was claimed. She looked like she was around his age, with auburn hair, green eyes, and a light tan. No one was surprised when her godly parent turned out to be Aphrodite. Nico soon found that she also was a flirt like her mother. The chick has been here three days and hasn't left Will's side. He hates her guts at this point. She flirts with his boyfriend any chance she gets, even if he is there and holding his Stygian Iron sword. Will isn't a fan of all the (unwanted!) attention either.

He is clearly super uncomfortable around her with all of her little touches, but he wanted to be "polite" to tell her to back off. She knows he has a boyfriend; they have both told her multiple times. Nico decided to go to his sister for help. Hazel rejected his first proposal, which entailed summoning a small group of skeletons to drag her down to the underworld and feeding her to Cerberus during snack time. She decided to go in a very different direction.

WILL POV

After the recent influx of demigods arriving at Camp Half-Blood, the Apollo couldn't handle that many patients on their own anymore. So they started recruiting other kids from the camp who showed an interest or talent in medical care. Today he is training some of the campers from other cabins in the infirmary. Unfortunately, so was the Aphrodite girl who had been endlessly hitting on him. When she wasn't pressing herself against him, she was very charming and calming with patients. He is trying to wait her out, let her realize that he has no interest in her, but his famous patience is running thin.

Nico always looked like he was one second away from snapping and attacking her when she was around. He didn't know how long his boyfriend could control himself, even with him trying to assure him that she'll stop eventually. Yeah, it wasn't his best moment looking back on it, Will is showing the small group how to properly wrap and treat bandages, the Aphrodite girl right by his side leaning in just a little too close. He doesn't know how, but right when she was reaching to touch his arm, Nico walked in…shirtless.

Clearly, he had just returned from sword practice, soaked head to toe in sweat with his impossibly more soaked ripped shirt in his left hand and his stygian iron sword in his right hand. And he is walking straight for him.

"Hey, babe," Nico said with a smile.

"Wh-What are you-"

"Percy's hand slipped during training and nicked my side. He sent me over to ensure it doesn't get infected. Who better to treat me than my boyfriend."

"His hand slipped?" Will asked, unconvinced.

He knew that Percy was well trained and experienced, it was unlikely he would have been so reckless.

"Accidents do happen when using weapons."

I call bullshit.

"I guess they can happen every once in a while," he said, playing along for now.

"Maybe your class could observe for educational purposes?"

"Sure."

Nico sat down on a cot, setting the ruined shirt next to him. He knows that he is up to something, likely something to do with the girl, but he didn't know what yet and wants to see how this plays out. At least he could use this as a teaching opportunity. It was a small cut (even by mortal standards) and didn't need much attention, but enough to warrant a cleaning and a stitch or two to help the natural healing process. Not many people are willing to sit in the infirmary and let a group of random campers watch them get patched up.

"There. You're all good to go," he told him after setting his supplies down.

He had not been prepared for his boyfriend to grab him by the shirt and pull him down for a deep and passionate kiss.

"Thanks, babe. See you later," Nico said with a smug smile and walked out of the room like he did not just turn his brain into a puddle of goo.

The demigods he is training looked equally shocked, except for the Aphrodite girl, who looked absolutely gobsmacked.

"But...But I…"

"I told you I'm taken."

She finally got the hint after that and left him be. However, not before a bronze shield "suddenly" unearthed itself when she was on her way out the door, causing her to trip and break her nose against it. Nico still looked just as smug as before when he saw him at dinner, resulting in a long lecture (and thank you) for his unprofessional behavior.

No one has been able to get Tony out of his lab for days. It's almost been a week since he locked himself in there and has so far refused to come out for any reason. On day two, they tried to reason with him, and on day four, they tried to convince FRIDAY to unlock the door. Both attempts were obviously unsuccessful. Unfortunately, the only person who could persuade him to unlock the door was on a top-secret mission halfway across the world. It was actually his absence that caused this whole mess, but they are impatient for Steve's return.

He should be arriving soon enough, but they hadn't been able to contact him for that week because of that, so he had no idea what mess he was walking into. Natasha was the first person to greet him when he walked through the elevator doors and into the common area.

"Go talk to your boyfriend," she stated in her usual neutral tone, but her eyes gave away her concern.

Nat wasn't really the affectionate type, but everyone knew that she cared (well, most of the time anyway).

"What's going on?" he asked, confused at her unusual welcome.

"Starks been in his lab since the day after you left for whatever mission Fury sent you on."

Shit.

"He's been in there for five days?!"

"Yes. We tried to get him to come out, but he just told us to "fuck off and mind our business.""

He sighed. "Yeah, that sounds like Tony."

"You have thirty minutes before Thor breaks the door into tiny pieces."

To say that Tony had been in a bad mood would be the understatement of the century. It has only come to that one time since the Avengers banded together, and no one wanted a repeat of the aftermath. Steve went straight to his personal lab and knocked on the door.

"Tony, I'm home. Let me in."

"Later, Rogers. I need to finish this."

"Tony, I know you've been there for almost a week. You need a break. Come on out, I'll make you something to eat, and we can talk."

"I don't want to talk. Leave me alone. I'll come out when I'm finished."

He sighed again, he really didn't want to force him out, but it didn't look like he really had a choice. Ever since they became an official couple, Tony gave him a unique code to get into the lab to use for emergencies only. The original idea was for "sexual emergencies" as Tony put it, but this worked too. He put in the code, and the door opened.

"I told you-put me down!"

Steve didn't say a word. He walked straight to him and picked him up fireman style. Tony continued to demand to be put down and for him to leave him alone, but it was no use. Not only because of the super-soldier serum but also because of the lack of self-care on his part. It's not easy to kick and scream when you are working on no sleep or nutrition. Thankfully, no one had been around to witness this, or they had enough self-preservation to not say anything.

* * *

They are finally back in their shared bedroom. Tony had pretty much exhausted himself struggling against him, which he has now given up on. Steve let him use his chest as a pillow as they lay on the bed. He turned on the TV for some background noise. Tony is still trying to fight off sleep, but it shouldn't be long before he loses that battle too.

"It's okay, rest. I'll make you Chicken Cacciatora when you wake up."

Tony hummed in response. His mother used to make him Chicken Cacciatora on special occasions and taught him how to make it himself before going off to MIT. Steve could tell the moment he fell asleep, his body completely relaxed against him, and his breathing evened out. Finally. They were going to have that talk, but for now, he would enjoy the feeling of Tony asleep against him.

Steve needed a break. They all needed a break. He didn't want to leave forever or even a long time, just a short vacation so he could breathe. The world is a whole lot different than it was in the forties, so coming up with ideas is more complicated than one might think. Thankfully, a solution appeared before him. Well, actually, it hit him in the head. He still wasn't great with technology, so he kept up with events through newspapers. Tony thought it was ridiculous to order newspapers when he could find all the information he needed by using the phone he bought him.

This is why he would occasionally go through the paper at him instead of simply handing it to him. In that morning's paper was an advertisement for a baseball game. He has loved baseball ever since he was a kid. Bucky would walk him to the fields after school and play a game with him as no one else wanted to play with the hallow-boned kid with asthma. Sometimes they would stay out there so long that it would be pitch black outside when they walked back home. Hopefully, he was going to that game and convinced Buck to come with him.

If people thought that Steve was anti-social, Bucky was practically a recluse. He didn't leave the tower much unless it was to occasionally join them on missions, so this would be perfect for helping him integrate with society but still have a sense of familiarity.

"Hey, Buck. Whatcha doing?" he asked, peaking over Bucky's shoulder to see the book in his hands.

"What do you want, Steve?"

"Why do you think I want something?"

"I know that tone. It's the same one you used when you wanted to eat chili dogs at Coney Island."

"If I remember correctly, they were delicious, and you took that cart girl out on a date the next day."

"You're forgetting the part when we got on the Cyclone and puked on everyone."

"That was like seventy years ago."

"And you still have the survival instinct of a squirrel on crack."

"Hey!"

"Back to my original question. What do you want?"

"There's a baseball game tomorrow, and I want you to come with me."

"No."

"Please, please. I really don't want to be there all by myself."

"Steve, there's going to be a bunch of people there with you."

"You know what I mean. Come on, I'll buy you a hot dog and some cotton candy."

"What color of cotton candy?"

"Pink."

"Throw in a bag of popcorn, and you have yourself a deal."

* * *

He could tell that Bucky was uncomfortable in the crowd. Despite the summer heat, he still insisted on wearing a jacket. Steve knew that it was to hide his prosthetic. Once they got their food and sat down in their seats, he calmed down a bit. They watched the game and reminisced about the old days. Overall, they were both having a good time. He hasn't seen Bucky smile this much since he got him "The Hobbit" film series for his birthday. Then someone tapped his shoulder to get his attention and pointed at the big screen over the stadium.

It was focused on him and Buck with the words 'Kiss Cam' surrounded by a pink heart. Oh. He turned bright red, and when he glanced at Bucky, he looked equally shocked and embarrassed.

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" the crowd shouted at him.

He made eye contact with Bucky, who narrowed his eyes in response.

"Don't even think about it, Rogers."

"Please?"

His resolve immediately crumbled, "Okay. One-"

Steve leaned in and kissed him, one arm wrapped around his shoulders to keep him close. The crowd cheered, and the camera moved on to its next happy couple (aka victims). They laughed the experience off, still flushed from the awkwardness of the situation. The rest of the game was spent in peace. He even stopped by the gift shop and got Buck a bobblehead.

"Thank you for taking me here," he said to Steve while they were walking out.

"No problem. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you with the whole kiss cam thing."

Bucky paused and pulled him in for another kiss, only releasing him after he was sure he made his point.

"I never said I was embarrassed."

Definitely, a day well spent.

Tony eventually found the footage from the kiss cam about three days later. He sent it to everyone and used a screenshot for that year's Christmas card.

Gotham is snowed in tonight. Unlike the other times, it is because of weather and not a mentally ill popsicle with a LED cold gun. All of the Bat family ended up going to Wayne Manor to wait it out and enjoy their little break from being vigilantes. When the power went out, most of them ran off to the small movie theater in the house, taking every blanket and pillow with them to escape the cold and keep themselves entertained. Bruce is sitting in front of the fire and drinking some tea Alfred made before joining the others.

It had been a while since he had this much free time, and he would spend it reading quietly in his living room. Everything was going fine until he heard the sound of someone coming in from the window. Only one person had any reason to be here that could also fly.

"Superman."

"Hi, Bruce," Clark waved and stood next to the chair he was sitting on.

"What do you need?" he asked, immediately assuming this had to do with his alternate identity.

"I didn't come here because I need something."

"Then why did you come here?"

"I just heard that all the power is out in Gotham, so I thought I would check in with you to see how you're doing," he said with his usual wholesome smile on his face.

"You could have achieved that with a phone call," he told him, not believing for a second that was all he came for.

"I was bored and figured that you were too since you're stuck inside like everyone else."

Before Bruce could come up with a response, he sneezed. Damn the cold.

"Are you sick?"

"It's just one sneeze, Clark. I'm fine."

"You should really bundle up. The snow not letting up, and the power won't be coming back on for a while."

"I've dealt with worse before."

He couldn't argue with that. They've both been through worse together.

"Still, it wouldn't be good if the Batman came down with a cold." He innocently placed his hand on Bruce's shoulder; he was always a touchy guy, not expecting to find out that he was as cold as ice. "You're freezing!"

"I am not," he huffed, lying but unwilling to admit that he was cold.

"Bruce, you're nearly hypothermic at this point. Why didn't you grab a blanket or a jacket or something?"

"I didn't feel like it."

Clark rolled his eyes and reached behind to take his cape off, "Here. use this."

"Clar-" he was cut off when the hero, not one to take no for an answer, threw his cape on top of him.

It was surprisingly soft and warm, briefly making him wonder how warm its owner's body was to make it that way.

"Thank you."

"No problem. Besides, I would have no one else to talk to if you froze to death.

He laughed, a little shocked from his little slip from his usual boy scout persona.

They talked a bit, nothing of importance. Stuff like recent events and what snacks they need to restock at the Watchtower. Bruce noticed him shiver a couple of times, though he was clearly trying to hide it, before deciding to do something about it.

"Get over here."

"What?"

"Obviously, you're cold too, so we might as well combine our body heat to keep ourselves warm."

Thankfully, he didn't require any more explanation and listened to him. He sat right next to him; the chair was big enough to hold them both but still small enough where they were pressed up against each other. Just like his cape, he was warm. The man was practically a living heater. It is a mystery how he got cold in the first place. Clark's face flushed when he noticed him staring and avoided eye contact with him. Bruce didn't really care for his farm boy's prudishness and went back to reading his book from earlier.

This was fine, sure, they had never been this close for this long, but there was no need to make this out to be more than what it was. They were cold and using one another to warm up (not like that). He avoided any similar thoughts on the matter and focused on his book, hoping that the power would come on soon and that the hot body next to him would not distract him any further.

Alfred found them on the chair several hours later, fast asleep. He chose not to disturb them and tended to the fire before them. When they eventually did wake up, both made a silent agreement to never talk about it. That was until about a week later when Bruce discovered that it was impossible for Clark to feel cold due to his Kryptonian biology and asked him out during his next social call.

Peter groaned when his alarm clock went off. He slammed his hand down on it, breaking the cursed device into a hundred little pieces.

"Babe, that's the second alarm this week!"

They never kept a clock for long as he had a bad habit of forgetting his strength first thing in the morning.

"Sorry," he mumbled and buried himself back under the covers.

"No, no going back to sleep. We're meeting Ned and MJ in an hour."

"But I'm tired…"

"And whose fault is that?" Peter huffed and hit him with a pillow. "Hey, hey, no hitting."

Unfortunately, Harley was right. At least about the whole time to get up thing, the fault for the reason that he was tired was shared between them. They got ready together and were out the door in record time. Ned and MJ had picked a new coffee place to try out and meet to catch up. Ever since they all graduated, they didn't get to spend as much time as they used to together. They walked into the shop and looked for their friends.

"Pete, over here!" Ned flagged his attention. They walked over to the booth they were sitting at and noticed all the drinks on the table. "We already ordered your guy's usual since you ran late. I hope that's okay.

"That sounds great. Thank you and sorry for being late. Rough morning," he responded, wincing when he sat down.

"Are you hurt?" MJ asked right away.

"I'm just a little sore," Peter admitted and grabbed his coffee (one skittles frappuccino).

"Spider-Man stuff?" Ned whispered to him, not that anyone was paying them any attention.

"No."

"Then why are you sore?"

Peter looked at Harley, who gave him a raised eyebrow, reminding him of his earlier statement. And whose fault is that? He blushed as the shame and humiliation kicked in.

Ned spits out his Nutella drink, "Oh my god. You guys did the fickle frackle!"

"The what?"

"You two had sex, obviously," MJ so helpfully translated while sipping her dragon frappuccino.

"What?! We did-!"

"Peter, calm down. They caught us. There is no need to deny it."

He looked at Harley as if he grew a second head but was far too flustered and confused to form actual words to express himself.

"Knew it!"

"But…"

"Anyway, subject change. How is MIT treating you guys? I know Peter loves it, but what about you?" he asked, blackberry cobbler frappuccino in hand.

They chatted about college for a while, and Peter eventually decided to let it go and join in on the conversation. Whatever. Their reasoning was less embarrassing than the real one.

* * *

Last night…

They were walking down the strip after going out for some ice cream when Peter had random cravings because of his superhuman metabolism mixed with a teenager's metabolism. They were only a couple of blocks away from home when he saw that a new trampoline place had opened up. It was still open at the time, and he begged Harley to go in and check it out. He gave in, and they went inside. Turns out the place was meant for kids, but thankfully, Peter looked younger than he actually was and was allowed in. Harley watched from the sidelines as he jumped around.

They were there for three hours before the place closed down, and they finally went home.

Bruce is bored. It was quiet tonight in Gotham, suspiciously so, and he had nothing productive to do. Everyone else has left the manor, including Alfred, who had to do some shopping. He went down to the Bat-Cave for something to do, but he had already done inventory and cleaned everything there. Even Clark was too busy with some off-world mission to keep him company. So he turned to social media for entertainment in the name of research. After all, he had to keep up with recent social events to keep up with his "Brucie" act.

Tim had downloaded Tik Tok on his phone a week ago after its popularity sky rocked recently. Bruce hasn't been on it much, only watching a few interesting cooking videos and a cat video that Damian sent him. He was scrolling away when an ad made him pause. Superhero Themed Sleepwear: Justice League Edition - Limited Time Only!

"Interesting," he said out loud despite being the only person there.

There was a pair based off of each of them, but only one of them caught his eye. Superman's outfit was a zip-up onesie, colored exactly like his suit, and had a small red cape attached to the back. He wondered…yep, they have his size. Bruce clicked order now, not giving it another thought. Undoubtedly, Clark would get a kick out of it when he showed it to him, as he usually did when he brought home some of his merchandise. He could hardly wait for it to get here.

* * *

It finally arrived around four days later. He shoved the package in the back of his closest, just in case Clark decided to make a surprise visit. Bruce wanted to surprise him when they went to bed later tonight. He was back from his off-world mission and exhausted from all the travel and standard amount of fighting off murderous aliens. Maybe that was why he didn't seem to notice how eager he was to retire to the bedroom (and not for the usual reason this time). He waited until Clark went to the bathroom to brush his teeth to change into the pajamas.

"Brooose, nooo," he whined when he returned to the room and saw him standing proud with his hands on his hips.

"What? You don't like it?" he teased.

"Where did you even get that?"

"Online. I think it's adorable."

Clark huffed and climbed into bed, then grabbed the nearest pillow to bury his face in. He was too tired to be appropriately embarrassed, but a noticeable blush spread across his face and down his neck. Bruce chuckled at his reaction and rubbed his back to help him relax again. It worked. He sighed and melted into the bed.

"I'm going to get you back for this," he told him, words slightly muffled from the pillow.

"I'm looking forward to it."

About a week later, Clark surprised him by wearing the Batman pair. Alfred didn't know what to make of it when he found both sets in the laundry but chose to not bring it up in fear of what answer he might receive.

Clark loves being affectionate with Bruce, especially when they are in uniform. He always looks so serious as Batman, and it's nice to fluster him a bit and break that tough façade, even if only for a moment. It was cute, really, how easy it was to make him blush. All it took was a few soft touches and maybe a light-hearted compliment, then bam, red as a tomato. Bruce constantly complained afterward, saying that it was unprofessional and embarrassing, but his elevated heartbeat gave away how much he enjoyed it. The other League members also found it amusing, though they did better at hiding it.

He couldn't help but feel smug about being the only person who would dare touch the Batman for any other reason than an absolute emergency, excluding his family. Even Diana kept her hands off after learning of his touch aversion, and she was the most physical out of all of them. 

"I don't know how you do it. He's just so…" Green Lantern said while they were alone.

"Scowly?"

"Not exactly the word I was going for, but yeah."

"He's not that bad, just a little rough around the edges. Just a big ol' bat-shaped teddy bear, really."

"I'm going to have to take your word for it. I want to stay breathing."

Little did he know, Bruce overheard the whole thing. Clark had no idea what he got himself into or how vindictive Bruce could be.

* * *

Bruce Wayne is having another one of his galas, and Clark was sent off to report on it. No one knew about their relationship, except Lois and Jimmy, at the Daily planet, but he was still the first choice to go to these things. He had a feeling it was because Wayne seemed to like him better and gave him more exclusives than other the other reporters, including Lois, who usually could charm her way into any story. It also helped that he didn't despise Gotham like some of his fellow co-workers. However, he did not expect how Bruce would behave once he got there.

The second he arrived, Bruce was practically glued to his side. Sure, he was flirty with him during their interviews together, but this was…excessive. Sometimes he forgot how different he was from his superhero persona, like how much more comfortable he was with public displays of affection. They spent the whole party together with his arms wrapped around him and lips by his ear, whispering about how happy he was to have his favorite reporter to keep him company. Suddenly, Clark wasn't feeling all that confidence he had as Superman.

He thought he might get a break when he offered him a place to sit. Nope. Bruce immediately sat down on his lap, ignoring the chair across from them. 

"Not so brave without your suit, are you now?"

Son of a bitch. 

"This is payback?"

"You're not the only one who can tease, Kent."

From then on, Clark used much more restraint with his PDA while they were on duty unless he wanted to provoke Bruce like that again (which he did on occasion).

Chiron gave up on the assigned tables after the Romans came along. Most of the campers were overjoyed about the change, especially the ones who didn't have many if any, siblings. The Seven took it exceptionally well and set up their own table, plus a few friends. Nico and Will joined them this morning for breakfast. It has been a while since they caught up. He piled on his plate with bacon and eggs, with his darkling boyfriend got a bowl of oatmeal and a single pomegranate. They chatted a little while eating, but they focused mainly on stuffing their faces.

The life of a demigod took a lot of energy and even more food. Even then, seeing Percy eat a comical stack of pancakes was off putting. He watched in amusement as Nico struggled with his hair, constantly tucking his hair behind his ears to prevent it from getting in his food.

"Dude, you should get a haircut," Jason said through his breakfast sandwich.

"My hair is not that long," Nico tried to defend himself, failing miserably.

"You can't even eat anymore without having to incessantly mess with it," he pointed out.

"Well, what am I supposed to do about it? It's not like anyone here knows how to cut hair."

"I do," Annabeth told him.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Some of the Aphrodite kids taught me years ago. I could do your hair if you want. I've done it loads of times."

"It's not even that bad right now! You should see it in the morning.

"Okay," he replied without thinking.

Absolute chaos erupted. Leo laughed. Percy choked on his drink. Annabeth rolled her eyes. Frank was appalled. Hazel was very proud of himself for being so smooth. Jason tried to climb over the table to get to him while Piper held him back. Nico was confused, and it was later explained to him what he was implying. Of course, being the innocent that he was in the matter, he turned into a blushing mess. However, he did decide to take Annabeth on her offer.

* * *

He hasn't seen Nico since yesterday afternoon. Annabeth had cut his hair by now, and he couldn't wait to see his little makeover. Will eventually bumped into him during training. He and Percy were in the middle of a fascinating sword match, each of them keeping the other on their toes. He was floored when he saw him pause to slick back his hair. It still had some length to it and still looked messy but in a professionally done way. She did a great job and could consider going into cosmetology instead of architecture if she wished.

His boyfriend looked very…hot, and it had nothing to do with the high summer temperatures.

"You're drooling just a bit there, Solace," Leo teased.

"Shut up," he snapped, trying to hide his embarrassment from being caught staring.

"Better not let Jason catch you looking at his baby cuz like that. Boyfriend or not."

"I'm not worried," he lied.

Jason could definitely kick his ass if he wanted to, hands down. Although, that would likely result in Nico kicking his ass in retaliation. He still wasn't going to risk it.

"What do you think?" Nico asked, pulling him back to reality.

"You look terrific."

"Thanks."

"Wanna head to your cabin to clean up and hang out?"

"Sure."

* * *

Jason watched them leave the arena.

"Where are they going?"

"Nico's cabin," Leo answered.

"What are they going to do there?"

"I don't even want to think about that, but you could say they are definitely not playing Mythomagic."

Jason looked at them fade from view in horror.

Tony didn't consider himself the type of guy who snoops through people's stuff without reason, but here he was searching through Peter's school bag. The kid has been acting skittish lately and he had a feeling that he could figure out why through his things. He went through the bag, emptying it out of all its contents, or so he thought. Right before he gave up on finding anything substantial, a plastic card fell out of a hidden pocket. He picked it up and saw that it was an ID. A fake ID. With Peter's face on it! He could not believe this. 

Peter was not the type of troubled  teenager who owned or bought a fake ID. It was a great fake too, he would have thought it was real if he didn't know for a fact that he is not eighteen. The only person he could think of that had the ability to make it and who Peter would go to is Nat. They are rather close and had a special bond because of the whole spider name thing. Oh god, what was he going to do? Surely he had a reasonable explanation for this and for hiding it from him. One that he planned to get before his aunt found out and strangled him for allowing her baby boy to do something so stupid.

"FRIDAY, get Peter up here please. Now."

"Right away, sir."

The lab was private, a good place for this type of talk.

"Mr. Stark, what's up?"

"You have some explaining to do, Parker," he held the fake ID up for him to see.

Peter's face dropped, "Oh. How did- It was- I can totally explain."

"I can't wait to hear it."

"Uhhhh."

"Look, I'm not mad. Just tell me why I found a fake ID in your bag. With your real name on it too." He looked to the floor and mumbled something he couldn't make out. "What?"

"You have to be eighteen or older to hold the puppies at Petco," he said a little louder, his face flushed with embarrassment.

Tony was speechless. This kid is too precious for this would.

"Please don't tell Aunt May. She'll kill me if she finds out."

"No one is telling your aunt. We are going to pretend none of this ever happened. Sound good." He nodded. "Good. I am going to go somewhere else now."

* * *

Tony left the room and bumped into Nat in the living room. She didn't hesitate to confirm that she was the one to provide Peter with the fake, although she didn't know why he wanted it aka (she hadn't bothered to ask). When he filled her in, she nearly fell out off the couch laughing.

"I expect nothing less from the kid."

"A heads up would have been nice," he snapped.

"What, and miss out on all this? Not a chance in hell, Stark."

It had been a hard day for the Avengers. Some idiot had somehow accidentally activated a shipment of DOOM-BOTS that they were going to destroy in order to prevent them from randomly turning on and attacking innocent people like they immediately did when they escaped. They spent serval hours tracking them down and fighting each and everyone on them before calling it a day. Steve had the roughest go out of all of them, the DOOM-BOTS that he was tasked with breaking had managed to find themselves in a public playground.

He got there just in time to stop them before anyone died, but not before a little girl fell off one of the structures and broke her leg from the fall. While it hadn't been his fault, he still blamed himself for not getting there sooner. No one had any luck talking it out with him, so they decided to give him some space. However, Bucky knew better. If he left him alone now, all he would do is let it eat him up inside until he finally cracked and is forced to accept help. He didn't see why they shouldn't skip the nasty part and save them both some time.

Bucky dragged him by one of the straps on his suit into one of the guest living rooms and forced him to sit down and eat the Chinese food they picked up on the way back to the tower. While Steve did that, grumbling the entire time about how he didn't need his help to eat, he grabbed him some clean clothes to change into. Now that he is no longer wearing something covered in robot guts (a couple of them may or may not have self-destructed when he got to them), Bucky thought it would be a good idea to get some rest. This, of course, was met with some resistance.

"I am not a child. I don't need a nap."

"You're clearly exhausted, we all are. Now sit down."

"But-"

"Don't think I won't grab Tony's vibranium handcuffs that he thinks I don't know about and shackle you to a bed."

Steve crossed his arms and huffed, but didn't try to argue any further. He was glad that he accepted his fate and not just because the looks the others would give him if they found out that he handcuffed Captain America to the bed would make living here a bit difficult.

"Will you stay?" he asked Bucky after laying down.

His voice was so soft and vulnerable, he couldn't help but subside, "Yeah, I'll stay."

He laid down next to him (thank goodness the couches Stark are made to fit humans their size comfortably), one arm across his shoulders to keep him close. Not even a half-hour later, Steve was out cold.

"Hey, FRIDAY. If anyone asks where we are, don't tell them. Oh, and don't tell them that I told you not to tell them," he whispered, not wanting to wake him up.

"As you wish, Mr. Barnes."

* * *

Clint was worried about Steve. He hasn't seen or heard him since they got back to the tower and that just didn't sit well with him. It was obvious that he blamed himself for that kid getting hurt, evident on the pinched expression on his face. When he went to his room to check in on him, he wasn't there. Then he checked Bucky's room and he wasn't there either. Well, that's not a good sign.

"FRIDAY, is Rogers still in the tower?"

"I'm sorry. I can't tell you that."

"Why not?" he asked, taken aback at her response.

"I can not tell you that either."

Great.

"Okay. Can you tell me if he has left the tower?"

"Yes. He has not left the tower."

Yah, loopholes. That still left him with 93 floors to search. He's going to need to narrow it down a bit more. It's a bit of a long shot, but maybe, just maybe…

"What floor are you not allowed to are you not allowed to tell me when I ask where Steve is?"

"The fiftieth floor."

Wow, he can't believe that actually worked. [It is almost like the author needed him to get moving]

"What is that floor used for?

"Guest rooms."

Why would he be in the guest rooms when he has his own room, he doesn't know, but he plans to find out. He took the elevator to the floor and searched. That's when he spotted Bucky lying on the couch, Steve fast asleep on top of him.

"Wha-"

Bucky narrowed his eyes and glared at him, his mouth closed so fast his teeth clicked. He watched as the former assassin made the slowest, silent, most intense throat-cutting gesture at him. Wake Steve up and they will never find my body, got it. Clint turned around and went straight back to the elevator, mentally vowing to never speak of this and to just forget what he saw.

Over the years, Dean and Cas have sacrificed so much for each other. Some of those were big, some were small. Either way, it meant a lot to them for them to do those things for one another.

Cas lights a dozen different candles in their bedroom because he can't decide which scent he likes best, nearly choking Dean out from the overwhelming smell of it all. He never complains though (at least not to Cas).

Dean is constantly cold and keeps the heat on year-round, sometimes making Cas feel like he is living in an oven. That doesn't stop him from enjoying it when Dean cuddles with him because he is a "living furnace."

Cas loves to celebrate Valentine's Day, Dean doesn't really see why it is so special after all the years of spending it with some random lonely girl. He does take Cas out to a big fancy dinner and gives him the most perfect gifts.

Dean is still not a morning person, he is often compared to a bear before his first cup of coffee, unlike Cas who is up and at em by 7:00 a.m every morning no caffeine required. So he waits until he has two before lifting him up onto the counter to kiss him gently.

Cas likes an insane amount of pillows (at least five) on the bed, though Dean has never been a "swim in a pile of marshmallows" kind of guy. He's happy to risk suffocation if it means that his boyfriend is happy.

Dean doesn't like to cook but Cas gets tired of diner food after a while. He ends up getting a cookbook and they agree to eat at least one homemade meal a week (sometimes two weeks if they are really busy).

Cas likes to collect little stuffed animals from the gas stations they stop at during their hunts, which has now grown into a small army. Dean gets him a large tub to keep them in for their room, ignoring the odd looks Sam gives him when he comes into their room.

Dean doesn't like to do anything for Halloween, Cas likes to hand out candy to the kids. They settle for going to a hotel to watch Halloween movies and giving out candy to whoever knocks.

Cas loves to hear Dean sing, he truly has a beautiful voice, even though he doesn't really do it often outside of the shower. He manages to convince him to go to a karaoke bar every once in a while.

Dean likes to go out fishing, most of the time by himself, Cas isn't really a fan of it either way. When his birthday rolls around, he rents him a cabin by a lake for the weekend.

Cas likes to make Christmas cookies with intricate frosting designs and usually has to kick Dean out of the kitchen to prevent him from eating them when they come straight out from the oven. Though, when he does finish them Dean always compliments him and kisses him on the cheek.

Dean constantly gifts him mixtapes of his favorite bands, though recently Cas has gotten into pop music. He still listens to every single one and tells Dean he loves them all.

Cas likes to stop by pet stores so he can pet the cats, even though Dean is allergic to them. He pretends he doesn't notice him buying them treats and giving them to them when he thinks he isn't looking.

Dean doesn't like it when Cas drives Baby, even though he is fully capable, even when it is the only option ["No Dean, you are not driving with a broken arm."] However, he has allowed himself to be "convinced" to stick to being a passenger by other means of persuasion than logic.

Cas is fascinated by the creation of chocolate milk, Dean still thinks that buying a jug of chocolate milk would be better than buying a jug of regular milk and the chocolate syrup. He does like to watch the wide smile on his face when he makes it though.

Dean insists that they have pie for dessert after every meal, though Cas personally liked chocolate chip cookies were the best. They usually get both as a compromise.

Cas has recently gotten into Harry Potter (turns out he is a Hufflepuff), something Dean has always teased Sam for being into. Cas did end up convincing him to take a quiz for his Hogwarts house and (surprise, surprise) he got Gryffindor.

Dean loves to decorate for Christmas but is too lazy to take them all done when the holiday is over so Cas ends up doing it. The mistletoe is the last thing to come down because he loves to take advantage of the traditional kiss.

Cas loves fresh honey and always drags Dean to any nearby farmers' market to pick up some even though he doesn't understand some people's obsession with organic foods. Although they always grab some apples there because they make the "absolute best" ingredients for homemade apple pie.

Dean likes to flirt a little when they go to bars, Cas doesn't like it when the people flirt back. He does enjoy smirking at them when it is him that Dean takes home every night.

Cas doesn't see why he can't just teleport them to all their distant hunts and back, arguing it would save time, but Dean refuses. He doesn't know it's because Dean likes the time they spend in the car together.

Dean loves horror films, the cheesier the better, though Cas finds them tedious ["We could have killed the monster AND gotten burgers half an hour ago" "Shush."] He does like it when Dean holds his hand during the jump scares.

Cas likes to go to libraries where he can sit and read for hours, Dean gets bored quickly. That changes when he finds the comic book section and they both have to be told by the librarian that it is almost closing time.

Ever since the Avengers banded back together, things have been a little tense. Just because they were all under the same roof again didn't magically fix all their problems. All they could do was try to introduce some normalcy and hope time would heal old wounds. Which meant that Family Game Night was the first thing to be reinstated. It was an old tradition where all available Avengers would come together and play a random game. It was originally created to be a bonding experience for the team when they were just getting to know each other, now it was going to help bring them back together.

Today's Family Game Night is going to be particularly special because Harley was going to join in for the first time. He had just moved to New York and agreed to play after some convincing from Peter. Tony picked out the location for the evening, LaserForce, where they would be playing on teams for a game of laser tag. He even bought out the place for the night to ensure that they would not be disturbed by any unwanted attention. Since there was no longer a threat of accidentally playing against a civilian, they were allowed to play to their full abilities.

That meant all enhancements, powers, and magic is fair game. Team Blue is made up of Steve, Bucky, Pepper, Clint, and Harley. Team Red contains Tony, Sam, Natasha, Wanda, and himself. Everyone else was "too busy" (or just outright refused to play a game with children as their target audience). It's a shame that he and Harley were not on the same team, but it will make things more interesting. While he does love his boyfriend dearly, that didn't mean he was going to go easy on him. Something that he overheard Bucky trying to explain to him.

"Peter is crazy competitive. All we're saying is watch out for any tricks."

"Oh, he can't be that bad."

"I didn't think so either the first time we were on opposite teams. That was before he made a giant magnet to win at hide and go seek."

He didn't hear the rest of their conversation, not wanting to risk getting caught listening in. Peter had a feeling that Harley was in for a rude awaking when the game started. They were just going to have to see how things played out.

* * *

They were tied right now, whoever won this final round would win the whole thing, each side is equally determined to win. Harley hasn't seen Peter yet but knew that they were bound to bump into one another eventually. He tried to take Bucky's warning to heart, but it was hard to picture his sweet boyfriend the way he described him. Don't get him wrong, Peter could be quick-witted and a little shit sometimes but he just wasn't the manipulative type. The time was down to the last few minutes and they were neck to neck with points, no room for mistakes.

He heard someone behind him and whipped around, laser gun pointed right at their chest plate.

"Woah. It's just me," Peter said with his hands raised. He didn't lower the gun and looked around their surroundings. Harley had him corned now, something that Peter seemed to have quickly come to terms with.

"Looks like you caught me," he stated with a suspiciously sweet smile.

"Drop it," he pointed to his laser gun, deciding to not be a complete idiot by giving him a chance no matter how small to pull it on him.

"Whatever you say, honey," he dropped it like he said, the gun only hanging on by the cord attached to his vest. What do I do now? "Good job. I'm unarmed and cornered. I guess that means you win."

"Yeah," he glanced up at the scoreboard, his team was ahead by a few points and time was running out.

"Are you going to shoot me?" That was a good question. Maybe that would be the smart thing to do, but it didn't seem right to shoot his  boyfriend  when he posed no threat. "Or do you want something else?"

Wait. What? Peter pulled him in for a kiss before he could respond. He had not expected this, but if this is how he reacted to losing then he was definitely going to be joining all future Family Game Night's. Pew! Harley stepped back and saw the laser gun in his hand. Shit. His chest plate flashed, signaling him that he had been hit.

"Sorry. Better luck next time," Peter teased before walking away.

He was in shock. Did that really just…

"We tried to tell you!" Clint shouted, his plate also showing that he was down.

"He-I-What?"

"You forget. Peter trains with Nat more than any of us."

* * *

Harley couldn't stay mad at Peter for too long. It was impossible once he promised to make it up to him with all of his favorite snacks and a lot more kisses. However, he did make sure from then on that they were always on the same team during Family Game Night.

Bucky has been on edge lately. It wasn't because of anything in particular, just undealt with stress built over time. So, he did what he always did when he needed help. He went to Steve. The man was awfully predictable when it came to his daily schedule, it didn't take long to find him. He was sitting on his bed reading The Hobbit for the dozenth time, something they both knew he did because it reminded him of their lives before the war. A lot has changed since the forties, for better and for worse. He plopped down right on his lap, barely giving him time to move the book out of the way.

"What are you-" he began to ask, his whole body tensed up from the sudden impact.

"Shush. No talking," he mumbled, his voice muffled from talking with his face buried in his chest.

Steve chuckled, amused by his clinginess, but didn't try to question him again. He relaxed and went back to reading his book, one hand moved to play with his hair. Bucky melted from the gentle physical affection, letting out a sigh of relief. He knew that he would understand. They stayed like that for hours. He drifted in and out of consciousness, basking in the warmth and safety that he was providing for him.

"Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, Miss Potts has requested your presence in the dining hall. Dinner is ready."

"Thank you, FRIDAY," Steve replied for the both of them.

"You're welcome."

"Common, Buck. Time to get up," he shook him.

He tightened his grip, "Hmn. Five more minutes.

"Fine. Five more minutes," he complied, clearly trying not to laugh at him.

Five minutes later they walked into the dining hall. By the smell of garlic and tomato sauce, he could tell that Tony had made dinner. He almost always made Italian food when it was his turn to cook. 

"I made puttanesca. Eat up."

Bucky grabbed a plate and piled on the pasta, he hadn't eaten all day and his speedy metabolism needed all the carbohydrates he could get. He ate quietly, still feeling the residual effects from earlier. It was obvious that everyone noticed his drastic mood change by the way they not-so subtlety glanced at him. He didn't care enough to tell them to stop or provide an explanation of any kind. Natasha was the only one without a puzzled look on her face, which made sense. She had a similar, but non-romantic, arrangement with Clint. Sometimes they just needed someone who understood to ground them.

* * * EXTRA * * *

Tony watched Bucky head back to his room after finishing eating, finally free to say what everyone was thinking.

"Okay, who drugged Barnes."

"What?"

"This morning he was ready to throw Sam across the room when he drank the last cup of orange juice, now he looks like a rave wouldn't bother him. Clearly one of you slipped him something. Look, guys, I know he can be annoying but I don't think-"

"Tony, no one drugged him," Steve cut him off, the shock of his outrageous claim finally wore off.

"Then please tell me what else could get him to calm down like that."

"Bucky just needed to decompress for a while. I was with him the entire time. No drugs were involved."

"Wait, he was with you in your room, with no one else there, for the last three hours."

"Yes…" he confirmed, wondering where Tony was going with this.

"Well, no wonder he chilled out. You guys had sex."

"Wha-we did not!" he felt his face heat up.

"You're blushing! That confirms it! Oh, I have so many questions. Who tops? Is it Barnes? I bet it is, he gives off those vibes. Or do you guys switch…"

Steve buried his face in his arms, silently wishing that he would die so he didn't have to listen to this. He knew that Buck was going to laugh his ass off when he told him about this. Then again, when he did find out he was probably just going to play along with Tony's theory just to mess with him. It's going to be a long week.

Will was aware of the reputation Nico had at camp. People saw him as the powerful son of Hades, a person to be feared. It didn’t help that he didn’t really do anything to change people’s minds, but that's beside the point. He got to see a different side to him, a more vulnerable and softer side. Like how new Nico was at relationships and how easy it was to fluster from simple compliments. But other people didn’t get to see this, few people were even aware of how sweet he could be. So it was challenging to convince his friends and siblings that Nico was in fact a cinnamon roll, a deadly cinnamon roll, but still a cinnamon roll.

After a while, he stopped trying to prove it to others, it was their choice if they didn’t want to believe him. But then came Sam, the newest member of cabin 7. He did not get along with Sam at all, he was rude and thought that he was the best at everything he did. He also refused to believe anything but the rumors about Nico. Once he overheard a small piece of a conversation with another camper during archery practice.

“He’s a total freak, I don’t know why he is even allowed in camp.”

That was enough for him to consider “accidentally” shooting him in the foot with his arrow, but decided against it as there were too many witnesses. Instead, he formed a plan that would finally show everyone how Nico really was and hopefully stop the nasty rumors people keep spreading about him. Also might finally put Sam in his place, but that is beside the point. They always sat together during dinner, either at the Apollo table or the newly installed Hades table. The time was mostly spent chatting and Will helping him fix a decent meal.

Nico once argued that Funyuns should count as a vegetable, so he was no longer trusted to go alone to get food ever again. He saw Nico sitting at the table by himself, probably waiting on him. It was only then he considered not following through with his plan and just spend time with his boyfriend and ignore everyone else. That was quickly shut down when Sam approached him.

“Looking for your creepy boyfriend.”

“Shut up, Sam.”

“I’m just speaking the truth. I don’t understand why you are even with him.”

“I’m with him because he is sweet, caring, and adorable. He also isn’t a complete jerk like you.”

Sam rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, “Yeah, I’d like to see the day when Nico di Angelo is adorable .”

And that was his cue.

“Fine,” he marched over to the table that he was sitting at.”

“Hey, Will. Wha-”

“I can fit the whole world in my hands.”

“That’s not-”

He cupped his face, “See.”

He could feel the heat of the blush that covered his entire face, it was the same shade of red as a tomato. He took his hands off his face, the point had been made, then sat down next to him. Will allowed him to bury his face into the shoulder while also mumbling at a volume so only he could hear.

“I can’t believe you did that,” “Everyone is looking at you,” and “I have a reputation.”

Their friends teased them about the incident, but it was worth the priceless look on Sam’s face.

Nico walked into his apartment and dropped his heavy backpack next to the door, not bothering to put it in its proper place. The smell of food cooking told him that Will must have taken the rest of the day off of work. The kitchen was a bit of a mess, brown grocery bags on the counter as well as utensils and ingredients that were being currently used. It was rare for them to both be home at the same time so early in the afternoon and even rarer would they have the opportunity or energy to enjoy a home-cooked meal together.

Will had graduated a year ago and got a job at a local hospital as a nurse while he was still taking classes to become an Anthropologist. He can't complain too much though, it was as normal of a life that they could hope for being demigods. Whatever Will was cooking, it smelled fantastic. If he hadn't followed through with his skills as a healer, then he probably would have ended up being a professional chef. He was so focused on the task at hand, he hadn't noticed that Nico was home yet. He decided instead of giving himself away, he would enjoy the view just for a little bit longer.

Will always looked so at peace when he was cooking, probably having to do with how it was a love that he and his mother shared ever since he was a child. It was only after meeting his mother a couple of months into their relationship that he realized that he may look just like his father but he acted so similarly to his mother. Will finally noticed his presence when he turned around to grab something off the counter.

He smiled, "How long have you been standing there?"

"Just short enough where it isn't creepy."  

He rolled his eyes at Nico's little joke and went up to him for a quick kiss. They have been dating for four years and living together for two but he still turned bright pink every time he kissed him.

"How was class?" Will asked, deciding to not tease him about how it was still so easy to fluster him.

"Mind-numbing as usual. I don't see why I have to learn all of this stuff when I can literally just ask the body what happened."

"Because it is wrong to abuse your powers like that. And you can't exactly put that on your resume," he was already moving back into the kitchen while Nico went straight for the couch.

"What are you making for dinner?"

"Chicken tacos. I saw the recipe online, thought I’d try it out.”

Another thing about his boyfriend was that he was a total health nut. It was probably a byproduct of being a nurse and being raised on healthy food. However, he was the exact opposite. Before they got together, he was living on microwaveable meals and junk food. He also had a crazy sweet tooth and was known for always having some kind of candy in his backpack. To say that Will freaked when he found all of this out would be a major understatement. Ever since he has been dedicated to getting him to eat better, which meant he tried lots of recipes that he found online.

Some of them were good, others still made him nauseous from the very thought of them. Either way, he promised Will that he would try everything at least once. While he was busy fixing up the tacos, Nico set the table for the two of them. His plate had two tacos on it, stuffed with chicken, sour cream, and spinach.

"They should be good. They had great reviews on the website, plus they’re organic."

"Doesn't that mean it's expensive and tastes bad," he asked when he thought back to what Leo told him some time ago.

"It means that is good for you. Now hurry up and take a bite, I want to hear what you think."

He cautiously took a bite of the taco, praying to Hades that it won't be a repeat of the tofu nuggets incident all over again. Fortunately for him and their bathroom, it was delicious. So much so, that he just kept on eating.

"I'm guessing you like them," he laughed a little as he watched him tear the tacos apart.

They finished their food and started to clean up the kitchen. Since he cooked, Nico decided that it was only fair if he did the dishes, but Will refused to let him do them alone.

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