{Masterchef}

Requested by anonymous: A one-shot where Peter goes to Masterchef and wins everyone over there, including Gordon Ramsey, with his adorableness. An identity reveal in the middle of it, please?

For all those wondering, whenever I have an anonymous request, I usually correct the spelling and grammar lol. When the person is tagged, I just keep the request as it is. Idk why I told y'all this but I'm feeling very... chatty. Also, I cut my waist-length hair till my armpit and I regret nothing :D. My sis was ranting though, about how she wishes to grow her hair long and I just chopped it off... I still regret nothing.

TW: Food. Whipped everyone. CUTE Peter. Like Tom Holland is already cute, but imagine him with even fluffier hair and baby cheeks and being smol. GAH, my heart is hurting from imagining this. OOC judges? Maybe? I just wanted to make them really whipped for Peter.

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"This is, Masterchef season 12," Gordon Ramsay announced.

"This season, we'll be doing something that has never been done before,"  Joe Bastianich said calmly.

"This season, instead of 18 being the minimum age, we'll allow ages from 16 years old to compete. That is correct, 16 years old can also compete in this season," Aarón Sánchez declared.

"With that being said, let's welcome our first contestant."

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"I'm sorry Adeline, but I'm afraid I cannot give you this apron," Gordon said, "Your chicken was dry and not well-seasoned, the gravy was too spicy, and the entire dish as a whole was too simple. Practice a bit more and try again later," he said, ticking all of them on his fingers, then patted her shoulder softly.

"Yes, thank you, chef," Adeline sniffled, then smiled and went away.

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"Who's the youngest contestant we've had till now," Aaron asked.

"I think it was Grayson Andrews? He was 18," Joe said.

"Next contestant, please," Gordon called out, sighing once.

"The next contestant is the youngest here," a staff member said.

"The youngest here? How old is he?" Aaron asked.

"He's 16," the staff member said just as the door opened.

Soft footsteps came, and the judges craned their necks to see the youngest contestant.

In the light, came the single most adorable 16-year-old ever seen. He had wildly curly and fluffy brown hair with equally brown huge puppy eyes. He was short and small, looking even smaller in his huge blue hoodie and black jeans. He looked up at the judges with wide eyes and smiled hesitantly.

"Hello sirs, my name is Peter Parker," he introduced himself softly.

"Hello Mr. Parker," Aaron said pleasantly.

"Please just call me Peter," the kid said, playing with his sleeves.

"Of course Peter, do you know you're our youngest contestant in this show?" Gordon asked.

"I suspected that Mr. Ramsay sir, yeah," Peter nodded.

"Just call us chef," Joe chuckled, "What will you be making for us today?"

(A word of warning. I know NOTHING about cooking. This is all information from Google, please don't attack me.)

"I'll be making a Turducken," Peter said, shuffling a little in his place.

"A turducken?" Aaron raised an eyebrow, "That is an incredibly complicated dish, Peter, and it takes four hours to cook, how will you make it in one and a half hours?"

"Umm, I'm really good at science," Peter said, "And baking and cooking are just like chemistry. That is what got me into cooking, it's all about precision, so I modified the turducken recipe. If everything works out in my favor, I'm pretty sure I can make the dish."

"Well, good luck then Peter," Gordon said, "Your time starts... now."

Peter immediately went to the stove. He started bustling around, his hands moving quickly and precisely.

"You know," Aaron said to his fellow judges, "If I don't like the dish, I don't think I'll be able to say no to his puppy eyes."

"Come on, Aaron," Gordon laughed.

"No I'm serious Gordon," he said, "He reminds me of a puppy."

"So, Peter," Joe called out, ignoring Gordon and Aaron, "Who are you here with?"

"Um, no one," he said, smiling at him slightly.

The judges exchanged glances.

"Why not?" Gordon asked frowning.

"My parents are dead," Peter said bluntly, ignoring the judges(and the crew backstage) choking on thin air, "They died when I was five. I was sent to my aunt and uncle. Then my uncle died at the hands of a mugger. He was shot, I was there, so thankfully he didn't die alone."

"Oh god kid, I'm so sorry," Joe said.

"It's fine," he smiled at the judge, cutting some carrots now.

"What about your aunt, if you don't mind me asking?" Gordon asked.

"Oh no, I don't mind. She's a nurse, and she's the best aunt I could ask for. But she's the only person working in the house, so we have a tough time paying bills, and she often takes double, triple shifts. She also refuses to allow me to work. I actually joined Masterchef so that I can maybe help Aunt May with all this," Peter rambled, "Oh god she's going to kill me," he whispered to himself.

"You're a great kid, Peter," Aaron said.

"I'm really not that good," he said gently, "But thank you."

"So, anything special about you we should know," Gordon asked after a moment, "Also, you have an hour left."

"Uh, I have a Stark Internship? And thank you" Peter said.

"Really?" Joe asked, impressed, "Why should we believe you?" he asked playfully.

"Well, I could call Mr. Stark for you when I'm done with this," Peter said, fiddling with the turkey.

"Mr. Stark? Tony Stark?" Aaron asked with wide eyes.

"Yeah, he's my mentor," he smiled.

"That's incredible. You must be really smart to catch Tony Stark's attention," Gordon said, raising his eyebrows at the precise way Peter was pulling out the bones from the chicken.

"He actually came to know me through Spider-Man," Peter smiled, "I made his web-shooters, and Mr. Stark was really impressed by those, so he broke into my apartment, flirted with my aunt, and offered me an internship. And I was like 'okay cool dude, just don't flirt with my aunt, and we good'. And here we are." The judges exchanged amused glances with each other.

"I was a little worried when he told us he's making a turducken," Gordon said to the judges, "But he's doing incredibly well."

"Yes, it's fascinating to see him cut the vegetables with more precision than people twice his age," Joe said, watching him.

"He's adorable," Aaron said.

"Come on, Aaron," Joe said, " Say something other than that. He is adorable, but not as much as you're melting for him."

Aaron glared at him, then called out, "Hey, kid," Peter looked up, "Can you pull down your hoodie sleeves?"

Peter looked at him quizzically but stopped for a moment to pull his sleeves down, and the completely covered his hands, showing only his fingertips.

"If that's not the most adorable thing you've seen," Aaron dramatically pointed towards Peter, "Then you're not human."

Peter blushed and giggled in his hands, and quickly pulled up his sleeves again to cook.

Aaron raised an eyebrow towards Joe.

"Okay fine," Joe said defeatedly, "He is adorable."

"Good."

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"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, and 1. Stop," the judges said in unison.

Peter immediately had his hands in the air, examining his dish.

"Well done, Peter. Now, we'll taste your dish," Gordon said, already walking towards him.

"Wow, immaculate presentation," he said, impressed.

"You made turducken, one of the most complicated dishes on earth that is supposed to cook for four hours in one and a half hours. Let's see if it tastes half as good as an original turducken."

Gordon cut the meat with a knife and carefully took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. He nodded and kept his utensils down, ruffling Peter's hair as an afterthought.

Aaron came to him next, and he picked up his utensils. "Beautifully cooked," he muttered to himself and took a bite. He too left without another word.

Joe came to eat too and not speaking, and left.

"Okay, kid," Gordon said, all of them coming to stand in front of him, "All of us have tasted your dish," he paused for a moment, "It was incredible."

Peter blushed and pulled at his sweater shyly, "Thank you, chef."

"I did not expect it to taste as good as it did," Joe said, "If you ask me, this was the best dish I have seen in Masterchef."

"Thank you, chef," Peter giggled, covering his cheeks with his hoodie paws.

"First of all, stop being adorable, it's distracting," Aaron said seriously, "Secondly, I agree with Joe. Amazing work. It was perfect. Not a single flaw could be found in your dish."

"Thank you so much, chef," Peter said softly.

"YOU HAVE PASSED THE AUDITION," Aaron declared loudly.

Peter jumped in his place, clapping his hands, "Thank you so much. Thank you."

"Well done, kid," Joe laughed, ruffling his hair and handing him the apron.

"Thank you so much," Peter grinned brightly.

"You're very welcome. Now, if I remember correctly, you said you would call Tony Stark?" Aaron asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Peter laughed and brought out his phone, clicking the home button.

"Karen, call Mr. Stark, please?" he said. The judges looked at him, confused.

"Of course, Peter," Karen's calm voice came, "Do you wish it to be audio or video?"

"What the heck, let's do a video call," Peter said, giggling slightly at the judges' expressions.

"Who's Karen," Gordon asked when the dial tone rang on the speaker.

"That's my AI. Mr. Stark gave her to me," Peter smiled when a hologram opened up in front of him, showing Tony Stark's face.

"Kid," Tony exclaimed, "Where are you?" his face darkened when he noticed the judges, "Who are you all?"

"Relax Mr. Stark," Peter laughed, "I'm at Masterchef, and I passed the auditions."

"YOU'RE AT MASTERCHEF," Clint came into the camera frame, "What are you doing there and why didn't you tell us?"

"I wanted to get in because I'm me, not because I'm Tony Stark's intern," Peter said.

"Okay kid," Tony sighed, "Now excuse me, I need to make a few calls to the production team to let them know how they're supposed to treat you till I get there."

"Mr. Stark, no, don't threaten anyone," Peter exclaimed, smiling apologetically at the judges, "And don't come here, you'll freak everyone out. I'll manage, okay?"

"Fine," he sighed heavily, "But don't think this is over kid. You and I need to talk about not burdening yourself and telling people when you're about to disappear."

"Right, sorry, bye Mr. Stark," Peter waved.

"Bye kid, take care."

The hologram collapsed.

"Damn, the man is protective of you," Joe whistled.

"Hey, I would be too if I was his mentor," Aaron said, raising his hand.

"Careful, Peter, Aaron might kidnap you one day," Gordon laughed, helping him tie his apron, "Now run along."

Peter laughed and thanked them excitedly, then hopped away.

"Oh my God, my heart hurts," Aaron said, collapsing in a seat dramatically.

"His dish was incredible," Gordon said, walking over to his seat, "It was the most perfect dish I've seen in my time here."

"I agree," Joe said, "Why do I have a feeling he is going to have us all wrapped around his finger?" he asked.

"Look, he's already a goner," Gordon chuckled, pointing at Aaron, who was still holding a hand to his chest.

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"Welcome," Gordon announced, "All of you passed the audition incredibly. You... um, where's Peter?"

"I'm here," came his voice, and the tips of his finger barely peaked over Ryder Ramirez's broad shoulders, the contestant he was standing behind.

"Oh god, let the poor kid in front," Joe laughed.

Peter blushed and shuffled in front of Ryder, blushing even brighter when the man ruffled his hair and the woman next to him patted his cheek.

"Okay, as I was saying-" Gordon continued, chuckling slightly.

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Peter climbed the ranks to become one of the best chefs of Masterchef, impressing everyone continuously. He won over everyone's hearts with his cuteness and politeness. One contestant even said,

"It's obvious that the judges like Peter, and honestly if they didn't, I'm pretty sure all of the contestants would start World War III for him."

However, two episodes went viral

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First:

"Today is a very special episode," Aaron announced, "Today, your families will be coming over."

All the 10 contestants cheered, except for Peter, who pouted lightly, which Joe noticed.

"What's wrong, Pete?" Joe asked quietly, going up to the kid and bending down to his height.

"Probably no one will come for me," Peter sighed, kicking his feet.

"Oh, kid," Portia Smith, a motherly woman who was standing beside him, pulled him in a hug.

"It's fine," Peter said, although he made no move to get away from her.

Gordon ruffled his hair and started calling out the contestants' families.

"In today's challenge," Gordon announced after everyone had met their families, "You have to make a dish that a member or several members in your family love, but," he paused, "You have to make a three-course meal(Idk okay?)."

"Ready?" Aaron called out, "BEGIN."

The contestants ran into the pantry, and in the process, all of them hugged Peter at least once.

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"You okay, kid?" Gordon asked, leaning on Peter's counter.

"Yes, I'm good," Peter said, not meeting his eyes.

"Okay, what're you making then?" Gordon sighed, obviously not believing him.

"Um, I'm making Shwarma for the appetizer, because that is Steve, Bucky, and Scott's favorite. Then I'll be making Larb Gai Thai Chicken Salad because Aunt May, Pepper, and surprisingly, Thor and Loki love it. I'll also make a pizza because Mr. Stark, Sam, and Bruce like it. For dessert, I'm making Zefir, since Nat, Wanda, and Pietro eat it the most."

"That's a lot," Aaron, who had come in the middle, said.

"Yeah, well, I wanted to make myself busy," Peter shrugged.

Gordon patted his shoulder sympathetically and was about to say something when,

"Are we late?"

Peter's head snapped up.

Tony Stark and Pepper Potts were standing there in all their glory.

"Mr. Stark?" Peter asked, eyes wide. Everyone had stopped working, and the timer had been stopped.

"Hey Pete," Pepper smiled.

Peter hesitated for a moment, then straight up sprinted to Tony, jumping on top of him, his arms wrapping around his neck and his legs around his waist.

Several awws came from the contestants.

"Good to see you too kid," Tony said, eyes crinkling.

Peter hugged him for two more minutes, then jumped down to hug Pepper.

"I thought no one was coming," he sniffled.

"Hey, no crying," Tony said, catching the tear falling on his kid's cheek with his thumb and wiping it away.

Tony and Pepper then greeted the judges and went to the balcony.

Peter won that challenge.

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Second:

"And the winner of Masterchef season 12 is..." Gordon paused, "PETER PARKER."

Everyone went crazy, and Peter shakily went to get his trophy.

"Anything you want to say, Peter?" the host asked.

Peter looked into the crowd and met Tony's eyes, who nodded.

"Actually, yes," Peter said, taking off his coat and placing it on a nearby desk. Everyone quietened down.

"I do want to say something," he put on sleek silver bracelets on his hands and tapped them twice.

He jumped on the ceiling, the Iron-Spider suit engulfing him.

"I am Spider-Man."

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"hoLY SHI-"