{Belated Happy Birthday!}

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel

TW: Forgotten Birthday :(. Peter x MJ bcs I realized that I don't appreciate this ship enough. A little bit of angst. Peter is a sweetheart.

Let's pretend Thanos slipped on a banana peel and fell into a black hole to never be seen again :).

Let's pretend the Avengers avenged their Spider-baby against Mysterio and he has vanished from Earth. On a completely unrelated note, Nat seems very pleased with herself these days :)

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August 10.

Peter is finally 16.

The morning started like any other, Peter dressing up and preparing to go to Stark Tower for training (the Avengers were overprotective, what can he do?) and meeting Mr. Stark and Morgan (both father and daughter need their daily dose of Peter).

Peter walked out, hoping to hear his aunt wish him happy birthday, but...

Good morning Petey <3,

Happy is taking me on a date! Well, it's like a full-day date, and he planned it as a complete surprise! You were sleeping so peacefully I didn't want to wake you up. There's food in the fridge and you can warm it up and there's some money on the counter in case you want to order in. Tony will pick you up at 11.

Have a great day!

Peter's eyes widened slightly at the note. Had May... forgotten? But she never forgot his birthday?

He sighed and checked the time.

Wait-

WHY IS IT 10:45 a.m.??!!

15 minutes and Mr. Stark would be here!

Peter quickly ran around, heating the food and chowing it down just 2 minutes before he heard the lock turn and familiar footsteps strutting towards him and lighter footsteps scurrying after.

"Petey pie!" Tony slid in enthusiastically, throwing his hands open.

"Petey pie!" Morgan giggled and slid in after her father, copying his movements to the T.

"Maguna," Tony frowned playfully at her.

"Anthony," Morgan frowned back.

Tony gasped exaggeratedly. Morgan threw herself at Peter.

"Onward my noble steed!" she exclaimed. Peter laughed and ran out of the door.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING ANTHONY LITTLE MISS?" they heard Tony yell, then running after them.

Neither noticed that Peter's smile seemed a little strained.

Looks like everyone forgot his birthday.

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At Stark Tower:

"Hey мама паук, Buck-Buck" Peter beamed, rushing into the training room.

"маленький паук?" Nat frowned, "What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean? It's my training session?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, but no training session on birthdays," Bucky said matter of factly, "Happy birthday Pete, by the way."

"Oh-," Peter stumbled, caught off guard, "You both remembered? I didn't tell anyone though?"

"We're spies,"  Bucky snorted.

"And of course, we remember. What-," then Nat's eyes widened at the same time as Bucky's, "Don't tell me..."

Peter winced when their faces settled into their 'We're-Deadly-Fucking-Assassins-And-You're-About-To-Die' expressions as he had dubbed it (in front of Steve it was the 'Murder' expression).

"Hey, it's cool, it's just a birthday," he assured them, walking forward to hug Nat, then Bucky, "I don't like to make a big fuss about it anyway."

"I should beat their ass," Natasha seethed. Bucky had his sulky expression on but hugged him back.

"You both are not going to do anything," Peter scolded, pulling back, "And you can't remind them. I don't want them to feel guilty."

"...Fine."

"And you can't..."

And Peter went on for ten minutes, finding every loophole in his words and trying to cover it so that Bucky or Nat couldn't reveal his birthday and/or make them regret their short memory span in any way.

Superspies. Honestly *eye roll*.

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Peter was sitting in the common room, laughing with the team at some story Clint had regaled them to. It hurt a little at the way everyone forgot his birthday, but he forgave them, they had many things to worry about, and this was just one birthday.

Then the elevator doors burst open. (Elevator doors aren't supposed to burst open what the fu-)

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"MJ? Ned?" Peter shot to his feet.

"Loser," she nodded back at him, eyeing the rest stoically.

"Hey dude," Ned gave him a fist-bump, surprisingly ignoring the Avengers.

"What are you two doing here?" Peter asked.

"Well, we assumed that your family," MJ glared at the Avengers, "Would have planned something extravagant for you so we were going to do something for you tomorrow. But we shifted that to today."

"Wait, what?" Tony looked at the two of them.

"Come on bro," Ned started pulling Peter away just as he turned around to shoot a glare at Nat and Bucky. The two exchanged smug glances.

Hey, they stuck to the rules! Peter didn't mention them not mentioning anything to Ned or MJ, though.

MJ stood in front of the Earth's Mightiest Heroes, arms crossed and the stare on her face which had made a fully grown police officer cry the other day.

"Check the date, losers," she said.

"The date?" Steve frowned, "It's 10th Augu-"

"No!" Tony shot up in his seat, "It's not August? It's July?"

MJ snorted, "It's the 10th of August," she looked around at the still-confused expressions on some of their faces, "Peter's birthday, idiots."

"Fuck," Sam hissed, wincing. It was a testimony to how horrified Steve was that he didn't say 'language!'.

"Fuckfuckfuckfu-"

"WE GET IT CLINT."

"How did we forget?"

"I was so sure it's July. FRIDAY why didn't yoU TELL ME?"

"I reminded you, boss, but you said and I quote to 'Shut up unless it is a matter of life or death. I'm blowing shit up'."

"Add 'Peter or Morgan' every time I say matter of life or death-"

"NOT THE TIME TONY."

"We need to bring him back-"

"No," MJ deadpanned, "Nedward and I have planned a full day out for him. You get him in the evening only. Bye." And she walked out.

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"I like her."

"nAT-"

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"You two," Peter shook his head, "You didn't need to do that."

"I would've believed you if you didn't have that huge smile on your face," MJ retorted.

Peter looked down, trying to hide his grin.

"Come on," Ned pulled him, "We booked the entire arcade for you!"

"WHAT?"

MJ smirked smugly.

"Where did you even get the money to book an entire arcade?"

"We saved up," Ned shrugged.

Peter massaged his temples, trying his best not to think about the many things his friends might have given up just to save for his birthday.

"Also," Ned perked up, "MJ has something to say to you," he totally ignored MJ's glare.

"What?" Peter looked at her.

Ned skipped over and began playing with a conveniently placed stone, giving them both some privacy.

"We're going on a date," MJ bluntly said, and Peter would have thought she was bored if he didn't notice a hint of a blush forming on her tan cheeks.

"Really?!" Peter smiled widely, "When?"

"Soon, loser," MJ smiled, brief but genuine, "First, we need to celebrate your birthday."

"Let's go then!" Ned exclaimed, revealing he had been eavesdropping all along but didn't seem to care.

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In the Avengers tower, the Earth's mightiest heroes were running around like headless chickens, doing... nothing except for screaming really.

Well, Nat and Bucky were on the couches, sipping tea nonchalantly as they ignored the chaos around them, sharing a plate of cookies.

And Morgan was running in random directions, copying her father and uncles.

"SHUT UP," the Queen shouted.

Almost magically everyone was sitting back in their places, looking up at her like puppies.

"Thank you," Pepper huffed, "Now, sit here like organized adults and plan."

"Right, FRIDAY, buy a private jet and a yacht for him-"

"TONY!"

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Tony ended up buying a jet, a yacht, and an island. Peter almost fainted but that's beside the point :)

They had a huge birthday party and Peter cut a whole 15-tier cake.

Poor guy, just wanted to enjoy his day in peace but what can you do when you have a house full of overenthusiastic and overdramatic Avengers?

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QNA TIME BISHES ASK ME QS AND YEE SHALL RECEIVE