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Peter walked out of his room early in the morning. He wanted to raid the fridge before any of the Avengers woke up. He crawled on the ceiling to avoid any creaking floorboards.
Peter reached the kitchen. He used a web to slowly lower himself down in front of the fridge. He opened the door and sifted through the contents.
There was Sam's toast, Clint's muffins, and Bruce's strudels. Peter decided on the strudels. He pulled out the plate and put them in the toaster. He heard someone enter the kitchen and turned around. It was Bruce.
Peter stood in front of the toaster as Bruce looked through the already open fridge. "Hey Pete, do you know where my strudels are?" He asked. "Nooooo" Peter said, trying not to sound guilty.
Bruce looked like he was about to scold him when he saw something on the front of the fridge and had a look of shock on his face. He closed the door, and right there on the handle... was a dent in the shape of a small hand.
Bruce looked at Peter, then at the toaster, then back to Peter. "You know what, you can have 'em." He said as he turned and walked away. Peter quickly ran after him. "Wait, Mr. Banner, I can explain."