newtspidey:

Peter Q: I ship you with that MJ girl.

Peter P: Thanks, Uncle.

Steve: Hold up, you’re not shipping him anywhere.

Peter P: Dad, what he meant was–

Tony: He’s right, you have to go through us first. *holds Steve’s hand*

Shuri: *barely heard anything and only heard MJ’s name* *whispers to Peter* Damn, you have really strict parents.

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