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Peter looked around the room filled with Avengers and one Norse god in awe. Even though he had been fighting with them (or against them) since he was fourteen, the novelty of movie night with the Avengers would never wear off. Shouts of movie recommendations echo through the room while everyone fights to get their voices heard in the chaos. Peter sits in silence, watching everything unfold before him.
"Why don't we let Peter pick?" Natasha said, done arguing, knowing the team would watch anything Peter picked. Not exactly because of his awesome movie taste (she knew Star Wars was about to be put on for the third time this month) but because the whole team adores Peter.
Peter's face turns red as all the attention in the room turns to him. He mumbles out what can be vaguely distinguished as Starwars (shocking, right?), sighing inwardly in relief as all the pairs of eyes on him turn to the TV. About a quarter through the movie, Peter's stomach lets out a loud groan, and that's when Tony decides to pause the movie and order dinner. Dialing on the phone, he says to everyone in the room, "Pizza good?" Various affermations are said in response. Hanging up the phone, the movie unpauses, and everyone's attention is once again captured.
The voice of Tony's AI cuts through the room, alerting everyone of the pizza's arrival. Tony sends Peter, being the youngest and the quickest, to go get the pizza. As he reemerges from collecting the pizza, he scans the room for a place to put down the pizza. He assumes they all want to eat by the couches and comfy chair because no one makes a move to stand and go to the table to eat. Peter decides to put the tower of pizza boxes down on the coffee table, its the least crowded surface having only Thor's hammer that Peter still think is so sick. Precariously balancing the boxes on one hand, Peter leans down with one hand to move the hammer, not noticing all the attention in the room quickly shifting to him. He lifts it with ease, adjusting his grip a tad, then walking it over next to Thor's chair and leaning back down, he lets in drop the last couple inches to the ground and flinches as he hears the loud noise. 'Wow, super strength is awesome' Peter thinks, plunking back down on the couch next to Tony.
It's only then does Peter realises that everyone is looking at him in various states of shock. "What's going on, guys?" Peter chuckles, trying and failing not to sound nervous. Thor shoots up from his chair and hasitly walks over to Peter, pulling him to his feet. He grabs Peter's wrist and throws his and Peter's arm into the air. "He's worthy!" Thor cries, "Yay?" Peter says, trying to sound like he knows what he's talking about. "Pete, do you know what that means?" Tony asks, looking up at him from the couch. "Um, yeah, I'm worthy," he replies, trying to keep the question out of his tone. "Un huh, so then, why don't you tell me what exactly you're worthy of?" Tony says, looking smug as Peter stumbles and stutters over his words. "God Pete I'm putting you out of your misery and just telling you" Natasha says speaking up over Peters pathetic attempt to come back from the emmbarssesment " it means" Natasha drawls, knowing the effect the suspense must be having on the teen right now " you're worthy to rule asgard" Peter stares at her not responding for a few moments, trying to find the right words to articulate how he's feeling. He finally found the right words for his situation.
"What the fu-