Various x Ftm Reader

Mr. Barker ||Peter Parker x Stark reader||

"Where are you going?" He asked reaching to wrap one around himself, and gathering some for the puppy.

"I'm going to get it some water, and I'll see if there's something it can eat."

"Okay."

You walk into the kitchen, and see Dr. Strange with his back to you at the stove. You forgot the Avengers had a meeting, and he was one of the only people who could get up and leave without anyone really noticing since he could duplicate himself. Not wanting anyone to see you visibly freezing, and worry, you made sure you were facing away from him, while you grabbed a bowl, and turned on the faucet.

You waited until the water was warm, before pouring it into the bowl.

"Do you really think that's going to help?"

You jumped, and looked up at the man who rarely spoke to you. He was always friendly to you, sure, but he didn't talk to many people when he was here.

"I–what?"

"You're close to getting frostbite. Warm water will only make it worse. You need dry clothes, and to sit under some blankets to regulate your body temperature."

"Oh, um...thanks...do you um...happen to know what food is good for dogs."

"Dog food."

"We don't have dog food."

"Cheese. Lunch meat, too. I'd stick with that." He said, picking up his tea, and sipping it. "Is Peter with you, too?"

"Yeah."

He sighed. "Okay, where is he?"

"In the living room."

Strange shook his head, and started walking in that direction. You opened the fridge, and got some slices of cheese, and a bit of lunch meat, before walking back to the living room

"...I just...please don't tell Mr. Stark."

"Not my tower, not my problem. Just get changed, I'll make sure the dog is fine." Strange turned to you, who had just entered the room, and held out his hands, waiting for you to hand over what you had been carrying. "You, too. Go."

You handed the bowl and the food to Dr. Strange, before you and Peter hurried off to your room. If that's all it would take to get warmer, you happily obliged. You handed Peter a spare shirt, and sweatpants, and he went into the bathroom to change.

One you and Peter returned downstairs, you heard a commotion.

"...thought we wouldn't notice."

You stood in the doorway, watching Tony and Dr. Strange arguing. Steve stood somewhat to the side, while Thor sat with the puppy in his lap, wrapped with blankets, and now the cloak. Natasha and Clint were kneeled around him.

"It wasn't an important meeting." Strange insisted.

"Okay. Next time we have a meeting you can lead it."

"He's got a bit of a point, Stark. You did start talking about what you were getting Y/n and Peter for Christmas." Clint added.

"Thin ice, Barton." Tony warned.

"Speaking of which." Steve said, and made his way towards the two of you. "Are you two better now?"

You and Peter nodded. You both had hoodies on to keep yourselves warm.

"Good. What were you doing? Didn't you have coats?"

"We um..." you were about to explain, but realized how it would sound to them if you said you took your coats off.