"If chimichangas were human, I would marry them." Wade muttered from where he was on the couch. Peter shot him a look of alarm and concern, but the scarred man just shrugged it off.

Ned spun to face Wade in his computer chair, his eyebrows raised. "Same, but with ice cream instead of chimichangas." He agreed. Shuri nodded a little from on MJ's lap.

"Potatoes aren't as good as MJ, but same, honestly." Shuri said, planting a kiss on the back of MJ's hand.

"I am genuinely concerned about your conversations for once, kids." Bucky called from the kitchen, where he was making snacks.