A/N: Eh, found this on my computer again. Decided to do one with spiderman, because who doesn't love spiderman?
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Everyone stared at the masked teenager in front of them for a moment. Silence reigned for several minutes, then it was as though some sort of signal had gone off. They all shrugged and made excuses to take off, other than Steve. He sighed and clapped a hand on the teen's shoulder. "C'mon, I'll show you the kitchen. And the Post-its."

Um, what's with all the Post-its? Don't you guys we have comms? –Spiderman

Yeah, like we keep them in all the time. Also, the mask is weird. –CB

Yeah, don't you trust us? *poorly drawn puppy dog eyes* -TS

Hell no. –Spiderman

Ouch, that stung a little. Does anyone else feel stung? –TS

Nope, I know his secret ID! –DL

Really, you told the civvie? –CB

She's relentless. And I may have met her before now, so it was somewhat difficult to hide. –Spiderman

Tony, Clint, leave the poor kid alone. If he wants a secret ID, he can have it. –SR

Who the hell ate the last of the Oreos? –BB

Someone get Oreos, fast! –TS

Fine, I'll go out. Do we need anything else? –CB

Cereal. I want Captain Crunch. –TS

Ditto, except I want some of that oat stuff. –SR

Yeah, I want some too, you know what I like. –NR

Do you guys know how many cereals there are out there? I just got Natasha's brand. Lots of it. –CB

I seem to remember a certain someone accusing me of being whipped? –TS

Shut it, Iron Ass. –CB

Okay, now there are no more chocolate bars. –DL

Who's eating all the snacks? –PP

What kind of kitchen doesn't have popcorn? –Spiderman

Okay, that's it. I'm getting to the bottom of this. –TS

Holy shit, okay, no one go in the kitchen! –Spiderman