It's All Just Static In My Head {Peter Parker & Avengers Fic}

He couldn't believe it. His secret was out because of a stupid, milk-influenced decision. His life was. . .over. . 

((Sunday, April 5))

Peter woke up to darkness, and lazily rolled over, desperately trying to will himself back to sleep. However, the happy, drowsy feeling was slowly leaving him, abandoning him with an intense thirst and a need to stretch his legs. 
 

His mind still groggy (and kind of hurting from being smacked by the giant hammer), Peter stumbled into the kitchen, and through squinted eyes, discovered that there was no milk in the fridge. 
 

He briefly wondered if he should just give up and go back to bed, but his dry throat and strange, sudden desire for a drink convinced him to go into the elevator and grunt out what floor he wanted to Friday. 
 

Friday, bless her non-existent heart, dimmed down the lights in the elevator for him. 
 

Peter shuffled onto the common floor, the floor right below where he, Tony, Pepper, and Rhodey slept. He had a blanket wrapped around him, enveloping him in fluffy warmth.
 

Perhaps, if Peter had been sleeping more the previous days, he would have remained on the floor when he heard someone else in the kitchen, and perhaps, if he had more than one brain cell, he would have not had the brilliant idea to avoid the person by crawling onto the ceiling. 
 

Oh, this poor, sleep deprived and brain cell deprived boy. 
 

Crawling on the ceiling, Peter made his way into the kitchen, the room lit by the refrigerator Sam was holding open. Peter looked down at Bucky, who was also there, sitting at the island, more awake than both Sam and Peter. 
 

"Got the strawberry cream cheese." Sam yawned, pulling the small tub out and preparing to close the fridge door. 
 

"Before you close the door," Peter rubbed his eyes, sleepy. "Can you hand me the milk?"
 

"Oh, sure." Sam said, reaching back in and grabbing the gallon. He looked up at the teenager, and lazily held up the beverage. "Here kid."
 

"Thanks." Peter reached out and grabbed it. 
 

They stayed in peaceful, tired silence while Sam and Bucky enjoyed strawberry cream cheese covered bagels, and Peter enjoyed his milk. 
 

"!@#$&" Sam shouted (obviously not exclamation mark, at symbol, hashtag, etc etc, but this gal doesn't curse, and these guys sure do), causing Bucky to jump up, and Peter to fall down. 
 

Peter fell on the counter, stuff crashing to the ground, along with Bucky's chair (a result of standing up too fast). All three of them were shouting. 
 

"WHAT THE HELL PARKER?"
 

"YOU'RE ON THE CEILING??"
 

"I WAS ON THE CEILING FRICK FRICK FRICK!!" 
 

The elevator opened, and out came a sweaty Natasha wearing workout clothes and a drowsy Steve. "What's going on?" Steve asked, bewildered, while Natasha scanned the scene for danger, drinking in every little detail.
 

"He was on the ceiling." Sam said, voice shaky and eyes wide. 
 

"Who?"
 

"The kid, Steve, the kid!" Bucky yelled, throwing his hands in the air. 
 

They stared at each other, for some moments, until Natasha started laughing.
 

"Laugh all you want, but it's true!" Sam cried. Peter was mortified, having some form of a panic attack in the corner, mumbling "I was on the ceiling. I was on the ceiling." over and over.