May POV

I arrive home late at night after partying with my friends to find it really quiet although that was normal considering the time but wath wasn't normal was the fridge not containing the dinner that Peter should have cook for me.

"PETER!" I yelled not caring what time it was "where is my dinner?" I questioned only to find his room empty.

"Where the hell is he" I said to myself picking my phone trying to call him only for it to go to voice mail.

"I don't care I'm going to bed" I said to myself going to bed.

-in the morning-

When I woke up it was around mid-day.

I got out of bed and went to the kitchen once again not finding any kind of breakfast or lunch

"I guess the brat isn't home yet"

Once again I try to call him only to be greeted by his voice mail. "Peter where the hell are you! Come home and make me lunch right now!" I said to the voice mail.

- at the tower-

"captain, Mrs. Parker tried to call Peter phone again and left voice mail, do you want to hear it" Friday said to the avengers that were all together in the kitchen

(Tony left Peter's phone in the tower)

"yes, Friday, play it" Steve said

"Peter where the hell are you! Come home and make me lunch right now!"

When the message was over it was greeted with the silence of the heroes.

"Seriously her nephew is missing and all she cares about is her damn lunch" Clint said angered

"I will call Stark and let him know" Natasha said leaving the room.