A/N: This was just an idea that came to mind, hope you enjoy

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First Time

Peter had just finished watching the 1978 movie, Superman. His older brother had gotten it for him for his fifth birthday and he loved it. His hand held tight to the red blanket he always had with him and as he looked down at it an idea popped into his head. The blanket was just like Superman's, red, and if Superman could fly why couldn't he. With the idea of flying like Superman, he ran up to his room to get everything ready.

He tucked his blanket into the back of his shirt, made sure it looked right, and ran back downstairs. As he reached the bottom of the stairs he ran into Nathan.

"Nate!" he shouted with excitement.

"Hey, Pete. Whatcha doin'?" he asked, noting the blanket.

"I'm gonna fly like Superman." He said excitedly, his face beaming.

"Fly huh? So you really think you can?"

"Yup, gotta cape just like him. Can you fly, Nate?" he asked, looking up at his brother with wide eyes.

"I don't know, Pete." He said, looking down at him.

"Maybe you should try, I'll let you borrow my cape."

"I couldn't use your cape, it's yours."

"Then you can't fly." Peter said, his face looking a bit downcast.

"Doesn't Superman fly without a cape sometimes though?" Nathan questioned, not wanting Peter to be sad.

"Yeah." He brightened. He looked outside and quickly took Nathan's hand. This was an action Nathan really only allowed when it was just them.

"Come on, let's go fly." He pulled Nathan outside. At first Nathan thought Peter was just talking about running around and pretending to fly, but then he noticed Peter was trying to drag him to the shed in the back yard.

"Hey, Pete." He said, stopping, which in turn caused Peter to stop. Peter looked up at him.

"How 'bout you try something lower, like the bench." Nathan suggested, knowing that if Peter jumped off the shed he'd hurt himself pretty bad, but if he jumped off the bench of the picnic table he'd be all right.

"But, it's not high." He complained, positive that he needed height to fly.

"I'm sure it'll be fine." Nathan replied. Peter looked from him to the bench for a second or two before speaking.

"Alright, Nate." He let go of Nathan's hand and went to the bench. Nathan followed him and helped him up on the bench, hoping Peter would be all right.

Peter stood on the bench, the wind was blowing as he raised his hands up and looked at the sky. He then took a quick glance at Nathan before finally jumping. He didn't go soaring though or anything, but he fell. The ground came to him quickly and it hurt his hands as they tried to stop the fall and he felt a pain in his knee.

Nathan quickly rushed over when he saw Peter fall. He knelt beside the boy and helped him. Peter looked at him, his lip quivering and tears streaming down his face.

"Are you alright, Peter?" he asked, full of concern.

"My hands and knee hurt." He said quietly. Nathan looked at Peter's leg and saw some blood soaking slightly through the grass stained jean.

"Let's get you cleaned up, all right?" he said as he started to stand up.

"C-can you carry me, Nate?" Peter asked, not looking directly at Nathan. Nathan let out a small smile. Peter hadn't asked him to carry him for a while.

"Sure, bud." He picked Peter up, trying to be careful of his scraped knee. He felt a sob go through Peter's body as he walked to the house.

"It's alright, you don't have to save the world today, Pete."