I ship Ava/Peter and there was no fanfiction for me so I wrote my own. Enjoy, shippers.


Chapter 1

"You're an idiot, Parker," said Ava as she rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, but that's why you love me, right?" grinned Peter as he finished dispatching the final Doom-bot. Ava flushed and took a small step back, thankful that her costume covered her face entirely.

"If you're done showing off here, can we go get something to eat?" interrupted Sam obnoxiously. "I'm starving."

Ava straightened up as she surveyed the situation: the last Doom-bot was destroyed, thanks to Peter's unconventional attack method; there was still a lot of rubble and destruction around the city but S.H.I.E.L.D. would take care of that; and most importantly of all, the people were safe.

"You guys can go ahead," said Ava. "I'll take care of the paperwork."

"Come on, Ava," said Peter as he put his arm around her. Ava became painfully aware on how close Peter was to her body. "You mean to tell me that taking out ten Doom-bots didn't work up an appetite?"

Ava allowed herself to momentarily enjoy his touch before she shrugged off his arm.

"Just not hungry right now, I guess," she said.

"Come on, you don't even want to go for some pizza?" wheedled Luke. "Or we could go to that vegan place you like," suggested Danny.

No one could see if officially of course, but everyone knew that Sam was rolling his eyes underneath his mask. "No one likes that place except for you, Danny," he said. "Now personally, I'm craving a good hamburger and a milkshake."

The boys then erupted into an argument over where they should go eat but for once, surprisingly enough, Parker didn't chime in with his own two cents about how he was the leader of the team so he should pick.

Instead, he turned to Ava and said, "I'll bring you back something, okay?"

He then playfully nudged her hand before he and the boys ran into the night, still arguing about where to go.

"Hey, I'm the team leader so what I say goes: Mexican for dinner!" Ava heard Peter yell.

You're an idiot, Parker, thought Ava. Then again, Mexican was her favorite.

She hoped he remembered her favorite place. He did.