Author's Note: Weeeee fluff! This started as a rant cause I was stressed out over school but then fluff happened.

Being top of my class is nice, except for Flash always making me do his work, the whole school calling me a teacher's pet and Aunt May always expecting me to do perfectly. Okay, maybe top of my class isn't too nice. Add being Spiderman and team leader for S.H.I.E.L.D. and its worse. Saying I get stressed is an understatement. Which leads me to where I am now, hiding from responsibilities by sitting on the back porch with my head in my hands. I'm not sure how long I'm out here before Sam walks out, a bag of garbage in his hand. "Hey webs move of I'm walking on you." Without a word I moved to the edge of the small porch, allowing Sam by. I guess hiding worked well enough that Aunt May had Sam do my chores, I bet he loves me for that. I heard him open one of the metal trash cans and drop the bag in it. I still hadn't raised my head from its resting place on my hands. When I heard his footsteps stop in front of me I raised my head, giving him a confused look. "How did I get stuck doing your chores? I don't ever live here." Sam asked.

I shrugged "Well last time we were told to do the chores you weren't too sure about where you lived. Of course right after that I got attacked by a talking racoon so that was a weird day. To be fair though you do spend nearly all your free time playing my video games." I said, probably sounding utterly bored.

Sam rubbed the back of his neck "Right. I guess that might be true." he paused "Is this your way of saying I spend too much time here?" he asked, sounding offended. I merely shake my head. For a moment Sam doesn't say anything, but I can feel him studying me. "Are you okay? Cause normally you're insulting me or something."

I shake my head, "Between the team, school and a social life I'm beat, and I barely have a social life! The extent of my social life is the team, MJ and Harry at school, the team nearly everywhere and then you at my house." I say, wanting to collapse and give up on life. I'm not suicidal, I have things to live for, such as my tiny social life that's mostly Sam. A fact I'm oddly okay with.

Sam nodded, crossing his arms and leaning against the wooden fence behind him. "That's why I don't stress over school web-head, gives me more time for a social life."

"Your social life is basically the team and my house." I pointed out. "Hence you're always here playing my games more than I do."

Sam must have noticed my seriously bad mood when he said "If you want I won't play your games so often. Probably still gonna come over but I won't play your games."

I raise an eyebrow at him "Dude, you know that's doing something nice for me?" I question.

Sam rolled his eyes "Heaven forbid I be nice every once in a while." he said sarcastically.

Is my sass washing off on him? Dismissing the thought I ask "Why would you come over if you aren't gonna play video games?"

"Fury." was his simple reply.

"Touche, I can't imagine it's fun with him always around." I admit.

We were silent for a minute, during which I let my thoughts wander. Suddenly Sam walked over and sat down next to me. "Y'know, I don't just come over here to avoid Fury." he says.

"Huh?" I turn my head to look at him.

I'm slightly glad that he's staring at the ground because otherwise our faces would be inches away from each other. It's the porch's fault, it's tiny. I'm sure Sam didn't want to be sitting that close to me. "I...I do actually enjoy hanging out with you." He admits, the words sounding a bit forced. As if it was painful to admit such a thing.

For a moment I'm honestly caught off guard by that, he's never even acted like he likes me. Most of the time he's here for my games, not me...or that's what I'd thought. "Wait what?" I ask, still surprised that he'd admitted to liking being around me.

Sam rolled his eyes and looked at me, which put our faces very close. "You heard me web-head. I like spending time with you." he said.

"Uhmm..." I froze. Wait what? Replay that. My mind went over what happened. We talked, he sat down, then said he likes spending time with me? Why? I mean sure, I'm New Yorks favorite superhero but he's always hated me. After the guardians of the galaxy thing we stopped hating each other as much but I didn't realize how much. I knew I respected him now, admired him even, but didn't think he'd reciprocate that.

Sam sighs and stands up "Forget I said anything, you're obviously not catching my meaning." he says, a sad look on his face.

Yeah, he reciprocates it and now he thinks I don't. Without thinking I stand up and grab Sam's hand "Wait Sam, I" I paused, licking my lips "I do get what your meaning. I think. I just hadn't put any thought into the fact that maybe you felt the same."

It looked like Sam wanted to smile but was scared to "You're serious?" I nodded. He smiled and wrapped his arms around me. I smiled lightly and wrapped my arms around him in return. I never noticed just how short Sam is until now, it's cute. For several minutes we remained like that. When Sam pulled away he had a sly grin on his face "You up for some games now?" he asked.

A made a thoughtful face "Depends, have you finished my chores?" I asked, smirking slightly.

Sam chuckled and shoved me towards the door "Nope, you're doing them yourself webs."