#store run

I had to go out this morning. My desire for homemade soup outweighed my desire to stay snuggled in and warm. 🥶

Driving back I ran into winds, snow showers and a whiteout. By the time I parked and got out here, it died down. Now the sun is back out. Go figure. 😐

We went to the store today, picked up bananas, nuts, protein powder (chocolate and vanilla), water (bottled and a gallon to make green tea), yogurt, and milk. Just random stuff that I’ve been going through more of or wanted to try (the protein powder is new for me). 

Made my first protein shake tonight for dinner. Chocolate protein powder, milk, banana, and a bit of peanut butter. It was really good, I just have to work on my ingredient amounts, added a bit too much milk and nearly flooded the Ninja. 

Overall a good day. I’m still sore from the workout this morning, my arms and upper body are fine, but my legs are killing me. Squats are the bane of my existence. 

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): Avengers - Peter Parker/Spider-Man

Rating: PG

Original Idea: I don’t know. I just really want more Bucky and Peter interacting.

Notes: (Masterlist)(About Me) This one was fun. It’s the first Peter/Spider-Man one-shot that I have completed. I started a couple others, but this one finally got done. Enjoy!

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“No,” Bucky snapped.

“Please!” Peter pleaded.

“Absolutely not.”

“Just give me ten minutes to examine it!”

“This thing is one of the best feats of engineering on the planet, and I am not going to have some fifteen-year-old mess it up.”

“I’m not going to mess it up! I’m just going to look at it!”

“No,” Bucky repeated forcefully.

Peter sighed. “Fine, then. I’m just gonna borrow Cap’s bike and run to the store,” he muttered, moving to skulk off.

Bucky’s metal arm—the topic in question—lashed out and caught the kid by the collar of his nerdy T-shirt. “I don’t think so. You don’t even have a driver’s license, let alone a motorcycle endorsement for one.”

“You guys are no fun,” Peter complained.

I snorted from my position, leaned against the doorframe with my arms folded.

Both heroes whirled to look at me. “Oh! Hi!” Bucky greeted. “We didn’t realize you were there.”

“Noticed,” I remarked jokingly. “C’mon, Pete. I’ll take you to the store.”

“Oh, uh… okay! Thanks!” he exclaimed before turning to Bucky. “Maybe while I’m gone… you’ll think about changing your mind?” He sounded hopeful. His back was to me so I gave Bucky a raised eyebrow over Peter’s shoulder. The steel blue eyes of the former-assassin flicked between my brown and Peter’s brown. Finally he sighed.

“I’ll think about it,” he relented. “No guarantees.”

Peter fist-pumped. “Yes!” He turned back to me. “Let’s go!”

Shaking my head in amusement, I turned and started to head to the garage, making sure my driver’s license was in my wallet, tucked into my back pocket.

Peter put his hand gently on my elbow. “Thanks. I know you gave him a look,” he whispered.

“Welcome. When you’re happy, we’re all a little happier around here.”

“Where do you two lovebirds think you’re going?” Steve asked from under his massive motorcycle that he was fixing up when we entered the garage—which was really more like a hangar for cars since it was so big. I kicked his foot as we passed on our way to my old sedan. “Ow!”

“We’re heading to the store. Pop-Tart and ice cream run,” I replied as I yanked open the driver’s side door.

“Hey Pete! Must be fun dating an older girl huh?” Steve teased.

I cracked my knuckles loudly.

“We’re not dating,” Peter retorted. “And she’s barely older than me by a couple months.”

The captain laughed. “I know. I’m just teasing you two. You should have seen how pink your face went young lady. You looked like you were ready to throttle me.”

“Still am,” I snapped as I ducked into the car and pulled the door closed. Peter followed my movements into the passenger side while Steve laughed. I shoved the keys in the ignition, cranked it, and drove out of the garage carefully so I wouldn’t hit any of Tony’s ridiculously expensive cars. I was grumbling under my breath the entire time.

“Relax. He was just having fun. He’s less aggravating than May’s teasing,” Peter commented.

“I know.” I shot a quick glance at Peter. The Avengers compound was out in the middle of nowhere so the road was basically abandoned but I was still fairly new at driving and didn’t want to take my eyes off the road for long.

Peter snickered and stared out the window at the fields and greenery flashing past us. My powers made me a bit jittery, trying to process all the input that I got from my senses and react defensively, so driving could be a nightmare.

I braked a little hard when we finally reached the stop sign that led onto a main road. “Sorry.”

“How did you pass your driving test?”

“I’m not used to this road. I did the driving test on roads I knew. And, I’ll have you know, I passed it the first time. The written one too,” I retorted. Peter snickered and patted my closest shoulder absentmindedly.

“I know. Tony told me. I was just messing with you.”

“You’re lucky you’re fun to be around or I’d deck you,” I remarked.

“You also wouldn’t be taking me to the store,” he pointed out playfully.

“Nope. So, Thor wanted Pop-Tarts, Tony suggested ice cream. Anything else?”

“I was thinking maybe some fun cereal. All they have is boring, bland, adult cereal. We’re still kids. I like color and sugar.”

I laughed. “Okay. We’ll find some fun cereal.”

“Also cookies.”

“Nuh-uh!” I exclaimed. “We bring back cookies and anyone sees, they will be gone within fifteen seconds.”

“Then we’ll hide them, duh. Only bring them out on movie night.”

“I’m so glad you’re up here for the summer. Having someone my age here is awesome,” I commented.

“Well, we think alike, don’t we?” he teased.

“Alike enough,” I relented.

While we’d been going back and forth, we made it to the small town closest to the compound. I pulled into the grocery store parking lot and we headed in. Peter grabbed a cart and I jumped into it with a laugh. “Hey!” he protested. “How come you get to ride in it?”

“Because you did last time,” I retorted. “Now it’s my turn.”

“Fine,” he grumbled.

“Plus, standing in the cart will made it easier to reach stuff on the top shelf,” I pointed out. Peter and I weren’t very tall. Peter was about five-eight and I was a solid five-one. He might grow some more but I hadn’t grown in about three years so I was done.

“Good point,” he relented. “I guess I can hardly use my web-shooters to snatch stuff in public.”

“Yeah that’d be bad for a secret identity.”

He pushed the cart—and me—around the grocery store while I rattled off the list from my phone, occasionally checking things off.

Finally, at the far back of the store where all the freezers were and I was buried under a small pile of boxes and ice cream, I turned my phone screen off. “Alright, nerd,” I teased. “I think we’re done!” Peter rolled his eyes but smiled.

“Great! Time to check out and head back then?”

“S’pose so.”

Which was what we did. As we got closer to the registers, I slowly got out from under the boxes so I wouldn’t look too weird just sitting in the cart. Peter stood awkwardly behind me while the checkout lady—who was an elderly, grandma type—complimented us endlessly on being such a cute couple and that it was sweet to see young people in love. Peter and I exchanged slightly-uncomfortable glances but didn’t bother to correct her. Let old people believe what they want to believe—unless those old people were Steve, Bucky, and Tony. Then don’t let them.

Peter unloaded our bags in the backseat of my old car—he insisted that he do the heavy lifting while I put the cart away, what a gentleman—then we piled in ourselves and drove back to the compound. I turned up the radio. It was a little staticky and glitchy given we were out in the middle of nowhere, but we still jammed and danced and sang. Peter had a cute voice.

Once we got back to the garage, Steve was gone. Thank the heavens. I parked and we took a single trip of stuff up to the kitchen—thanking goodness for superpowers and a lack of groceries. We really hadn’t got that much.

Still singing one of the songs that had been on the radio, we put everything away—hiding the cookies somewhere no one would think to find them.

“You’re back,” Natasha stated as she came in with a mug in her hand.

“Yup,” Peter said from where his hands were sticking to the ceiling and his feet were dangling.

“Mm,” Natasha muttered, brushing past us to the coffee pot. I made a face at Peter as I boosted myself onto the counter. He snorted. “See ya.”

“Bye Natasha.”

The former-assassin left with her coffee.

Peter dropped to the ground. “So! What should we do now?”

“Weren’t you wanting to examine Bucky’s arm?”

He lit up. “Oh yeah! I’m gonna go ask him!” he exclaimed. Giving me a quick wave, he raced out of the room. I chuckled.

Have you ever volunteered to stay in the car so you can do drugs (in the car/ and/or/ in the parking lot)?

Either one works; it might just save you & me this holiday season….