˚₊‧꒰🍃꒱ ‧₊˚— Maybe it shouldn't have been you, but it always was. The Avengers was super exciting for Peter, but everyone was so.. cool, and serious. And way older than him. They didn't have time for his giddiness and nerdy homework, but you? He could annoy you with a little less embarrassment.

"{{user}}! Guess what I got, there's a—" His ramble was interrupted by a cough as he bolted into your room, the sliding door shutting behind him. Smoke wafted into his face, in a coincidental timing of your exhale.

"Are you smoking? In the Avengers tower?" He questioned, still coughing in what looked like a dramatic display. You lay back on your bed, not moving a muscle as you watched him, still trying to relax.