the barnes-romanoff babysitting service
“I don’t need a babysitter,” Peter grumbled as he sank into the sofa, arms crossed tightly over his chest.
“SHIELD says otherwise,” Pepper replied, her voice light.
“I’m seventeen,” Peter shot back. “I can look after myself.”
“I don’t doubt that,” Pepper replied. “But you’re not allowed to look after yourself.”
“You know, once,” Peter said, as if she hadn’t spoken, “I got shot in the alps and I dug the bullet out all by myself and got myself back to base and I completed my mission to assassinate the ambassador from Sweden.”
Pepper paused, behind him. She then planted a kiss on the top of his head. “That is horrifying. Never tell me about that again."
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Bucky volunteers to look after Peter for the weekend and Natasha just wants to hang out with her favourite spider.