I looked out of the corner of my eye, ans stared at Peter for a minute. I like his hair. It's cute, same with his eyes. Brown eyes are so beautiful and underrated.

-Peter's POV-

She has long y/h/c hair which was naturally hanging over her shoulders. Her eyes were y/e/c-the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. Everything about her just seemed... perfect. Mr Stark makes good kids.

Wow, I thought .

"You're 17?" I asked.

"Yep. You too?"

"Mhm."

"Cool," she nodded. "Maybe we'll have some classes together."

"Yea, you never know."

She smiled and I swear my heart stopped a little. Her smile was, just, wow. 

"Well, I'm going to go unpack and shit. How long are you going to be here for?"

"I'm actually living here right now," I said. "My aunt's on a vacation."

"Oh, how long?"

"Couple months? I don't know. She just needed a small break," I said well shrugging.

"Fun." She got up. " I'll be back around dinner, I'm going to go try and settle in a bit. Want to maybe hang out later?"

"O-ok, yeah. Sounds good. Bye, Y/N."

"Bye, Peter" she waved, and walked off towards her bedroom.

~~~

-Your POV-

As I walked into my room, I shut the door behind me. It's not that big, thank god. It has amazing floor to ceiling windows along the outside of the tower, and a relatively small closet, which I liked. Even though my dad likes to buy me expensive clothing, I'm a leggings, sweatshirts, jeans, and T-shirt, type of person. I never really care about my appearance, so I don't try. I don't wear any makeup, never wear dresses, and especially not heels. 

Honestly I'm too lazy to dress up.

The walls were a dark gray, and I thought it would go well with my black and white colour scheme. I'm not a very colourful person, so I really enjoyed the plain and simple decorations and theme.

I noticed that someone had moved all my boxes and belongings into my room, so I decided to then rearrange my furniture.

After about an hour or two, I was finally happy with what I had done. I decorated a little bit, since I didn't really have that much stuff, my room was still a bit empty. But I'm ok with that, it's not like I spend too much time in here.

It was already 6 o'clock, so I headed out of my room and went into the kitchen.

Wanda, being an amazing cook from learning in Sikovia, usually helped make our meals.

"Hi Wanda, what's up?" I asked her as I sat in one of the bar stools at the counter.

"Not much, we're having lasagna for dinner tonight," she said with a smile.

God, I love Wanda so much. She's like a sister to me. She was recruited by us during the battle in Sikovia, when Ultron pretty much decided to eliminate all the Avengers. Unfortunately, her brother Pietro died in the fight. Ever since then, she's wanted to help others, instead of being on the 'bad side'. Her and Pietro were experimented on when they were younger, so he had the ability of super speed, and she had telekinesis, and could read minds. That why we call her the Scarlet Witch. Pietro was called Quicksilver, before he died.

"Sounds good," I said as I grabbed a piece of the lettuce from the salad she was preparing. "Do you want any help?"

"Ahhh, Y/N, no stealing food, I saw that. And no, I'm ok, thank you though," she laughed.

We sat and talked for a bit, just catching up.

"So. Any boys I should know about?" She smirked.

"I'm not 13. Take a guess," I groaned, as I hid my head in my hands.

"So there's no one?" She questioned, going to the fridge to get more ingredients.

"Wanda, no," I could feel my cheeks getting  a little red.

"Wanda, yes," She mocked. "What about Peter?"

"What about him?"

"He's cute," She shrugged.

"I, I guess, yeah. But we just met, this isn't a shitty wattpad book," I rolled my eyes.

Oh, it is ( :

Wanda laughed, and I got up and walked over to the couches, where everyone else was sitting.

Peter's POV

baby shark du du du du du duuuu, baby shark du du-

"Peter?" Someone asked.

"What?" Shit. I wasn't listening.

"I-I asked how your day was."

"Oh!" I exclaimed, embarrassed. "I-it was g-g-good." I smiled.

"That's good."

"And you?"

"Normal, I guess, I got some stuff done so that's good." She gave me a thumbs up.

There it was again, that awkward silence.

Wanda then saved us, a couple minutes later.

"Dinner's ready! Asses to the table, guys!"

On that note, Y/N and I got up and went to the table.