Forgot about sunday. Oops.
12. Poor baby Peter
Peter left Aunt May's without the relief he sought. He knew a visit to Aunt May wouldn't melt all of the stress away. But he didn't think she would pile on more worries. He walked homeward. Deadpool was texting him still. He ignored him. He turned his phone completely off. He knew his dad's had called him by now. It was dark, and he promised to be home at 8. It was now 9:30. Passed his curfew and passed the time he promised. He pulled an ear bud out and pulled his hoodie to further forward hide his face as he walked into the Avenger tower. He slid in a crowded elevator and hid behind everyone until the last one left. He pressed the penthouse floor.
"JARVIS? Are they waiting for me?" Peter asked staring down at the floor.
"Yes sir." Peter nodded slightly.
"Cancel the floor stop and stop on the floor right below."
"Yes sir." A few moments later the elevator brought him up to the floor below the penthouse. Peter left the elevator and sat in the empty hall straight across from the closing doors. The Avengers lounge and recreational area was on this floor, and there was no doubt they knew he was missing again. They would yell at him and refuse to let him stew in his room. They would escort him to his doom, and listen to his dad's scold him. He really didn't want to suffer through that. He was done today. He just wanted to sleep and forget about Deadpool, and Aunt May. He wanted to forget Reed and TaskMaster. But he couldn't. He caved in. He pulled out his phone and turned it on. As it turned on he looked at his sides. No one was coming. And by the sound of it, there wasn't many there. He guessed Clint and Bruce at least. His phone buzzed alerting him that it was on. Quickly the messages poured in. Some from Pops and Dad, but most were from Wade. He ignored the ones from his parents and read Wades.
"'Miss Peter's Aunt?', 'Petey, where r u', 'let's finish what we started, meet me in my apt (;", 'where r uuuuuuuu?!', 'Peteeeeeeey! I'm already naked! Where u !?', 'bby! I'll brb. I'm gonna get us tacos!', 'I'm back and u ain't here!', 'here's an idea, get that cute butt over here!', 'I'm cuming to get you', 'hehehehe', 'ur not in ur room WTF?!', 'call me when you get home!', 'r u ok? Ru in trouble?', 'call me let me know ur ok! I need 2 know ur safe bby', 'Peter! Answer! Bby ru dead?!', 'I'm sorry for making you mad. You deserve better than me TT-TT ', 'love you bby, holla back'.
Peter closed his phone. He was so mad, and almost had tears in his eyes.
"Does he really care if I'm dead or not? Why do I care? Why do I CARE if he CARES about me or not!?" Peter smacked his forehead with his phone. It buzzed. He looked at it.
'Peter, I love you! For you bby!' The message said. There was an attachment. He opened it up and saw Deadpool taking a selfie with all of the hard drives and an annoyed Nick Fury. His lips smiled and quivered. He let out a laugh and let his head fall. His hands shook and his heart hurt. "Damn you Deadpool!" He yelled and threw his phone at the elevator as hard as he could. It bounced off the wall as skidded on the floor. He sat there and stared at it.
"Freakin idiot." He whispered. It took him a while before he webbed it back to himself. He flipped it open and looked at the picture. He let out a sigh. He dialed him. It rang once before he picked up.
"PETEY! WHERE ARE YOU!? I'M SORRY! I TRIED TO DO THE GOOD THING!" He sounded like a child. The smile faded away from Peter's lips.
"I'm fine," he tried to sound calm, "I'm mad at you still," he heard Wade sigh, "but I'm really proud and happy you turned them into SHIELD." Wade squealed in delight.
"OH SPIDEY I LOVE YOU TOO!"
"I didn't say that." he paused and waited for Wade to reply. He didn't. He was, for once, completely silent. Peter cleared his throat, "Wade I..I want to say that... Bye." He flipped his phone shut and quickly tucked it in his pocket. He curled himself up, tucking his face in his knees and hugged his legs.
"He likes me. He cares." He whispered and smiled.
"PETER!" Steve's voice echoed down the hall. He walked up fast at him. Tony and Clint followed close behind. Steve stood over him. "Peter! Again! This is not going to become a normal thing. You will answer us when we call."
"And text." Tony added. Peter shoved his face away from them, burying it deeper in his knees.
"Peter, you aren't allowed out, unless it's school. You're to come straight home. Am I clear?!" Steve used his drill Sgt. voice (he knew it has an effect on him). Peter looked up at him. His eyes were red and watery. The three became alarmed.
"Crystal." He choked out. They were quiet for a moment.
"Pete," Clint spoke gently, "what's wrong?" He looked at him. He blinked once and buried his face again. Steve crouched down and wrapped his arms around him.
"What's wrong, Peter? Is Flash bullying you again? Did you get mugged? Someone say something about us? Come on, son." Peter shook his head.
"Peter?" Tony looked over Steve. They stood there completely unprepared. They had no idea what to say. Peter, by now, would say what was wrong. He had never been this quiet about his problems. Steve picked him up and hugged him. Tony joined in.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Steve whispered in his ear.
"I'm really... Okay." He sighed. Tony looked at Steve.
"Peter. I bought that Science 3000 collection thing you like. How about we go up to the penthouse and watch it?" Tony smiled at him. Peter looked at him. He nodded and rubbed his face.
"Yeah. Sorry. Sure." He tried to smile. He stood up. He put his arms around his dad's waists, letting them hold him as they the three walked into the elevator and left for the penthouse.
Clint stood there and watched them leave. Natasha and Bruce walked around the hallway corner and stood away from him.
"Where are they?" Bruce tilted his head.
"They left to watch a movie." He watched the light of the floor number change.
"Where was Peter?" Natasha folded her arms. Clint looked back at her.
"I think he was-" he looked at Bruce, "bullied or something. He seemed really upset. Almost crying." Bruce shook his head.
"Terrible. But, he'll get over it." He turned around and left them.
"That was cold. Even for Bruce." Clint commented.
"I think he might have been with Deadpool. I knew he would hurt him"
"What gives you that Idea?"
"He was late. He was crying." He looked at her, "Did you have something to do with this?"
"Not this... Probably. He refused to kill him and threatened to kill me if I didn't stop asking and raising the price." Clint made a small noise.
"Huh."
"So if the boy is late, he's with the psycho?"
"You know what I mean. He wouldn't break their rules, unless it's for that jackass." Natasha smiled at him.
"It's adorable when you get protective over him."
"Shut up." He smirked back. He relaxed his arms behind his head and walked back up the hall with Natasha.
"What should we do about him?"
"Wait." Clint sighed.
"I knew you were going to say that."
Peter slumped on the couch and waited for Tony and Steve. They stood further back, staring at him from the bar.
"What do you think is bothering him?" Steve turned away from him slightly and looked at Peter.
"I don't know. The only time he's ever acted like that was back in 4th grade when Mary Jane called him an idiot." Tony looked at the movie collection. "She refused to talk to him, and she got Harry to ignore him too."
"Something tells me it's not Mary Jane or Osborn this time."
"Gwen?" Steve shot a glance at him.
"No. Last fight they had, he was fuming, not a sad-sack." Tony pulled out a disk. "This looks tolerable. Peter?" He shouted, "how's the ' Horrors of Spider Island '?"
"Fine." Peter shouted back. Tony put the rest of the disks away. Steve sighed heavily.
"I can't believe it."
"Me either. I mean- who wants a disk set? Why not just buy the series online? That kid's so weird." Steve shook his head.
"I can't believe he's doing this again."
"This?"
"Not telling us." Steve glided his arms. "He's a trooper. Always have been. But he's starting to keep secrets from us."
"Some secrets are meant to be kept away from parents." Tony finished stuffing the 6 separate cases in the one box. "Did you tell your parents everything?"
"Yes."
"Of course. You're the perfect Boy Scout. But Peter- he's more like me. Adventurous, daredevil, genius, brave, mysterious- shall I go on?"
"You forgot egotistical jackass." Steve smiled at him. Tony rolled his eyes and elbowed him.
"I'm making popcorn." Peter yelled at them.
"Burn it and die." Tony shouted back. Peter got off the couch and went into the kitchen.
"I think it's his- 'friend'." Tony gave Steve a strange look. "The one he got that tux from. Remember?" Tony put the disk case on his lips and furrowed his brow.
"Yeah..." His eyes darted to where Peter was sitting. "That might be it." He walked in front of the TV and popped in the movie.
Steve sat in his spot on the couch, waiting for Tony and Peter to join him. Tony flipped the TV on and let it go through the warnings. He wandered into the kitchen and stuffed his face in the fridge. He peeked at Peter from the corner of his eye. He was frowning and still upset.
"What's up?" Tony casually asked.
"I'm fine."
"I didn't ask how you are." Peter tossed his head back and looked at Tony.
"Can you just leave me alone for tonight?"
"I'll leave you alone, but you need to know if you ever have a problem you can come to me." Tony grabbed his head and kissed his brow. Peter flinched away.
"Ech!" He wiped the kiss off of his forehead, "staph." He whined. Tony smiled and ruffled his hair.
"Anything, Pete." He pat his back and returned to the sofa. He sat one seat away from Steve, but put his arm on the back of the couch and tickled his neck.
After the popcorn finished, Peter plopped between his parents and started the movie.
"What's this about?" Steve grabbed a handful of the puffs.
"It's like when you tried to watch Pearl Harbor with the commentary on. But it's funny and interesting." Peter let a smile loose on his face.
"Not depressing and annoying." Tony shoved the food down his throat. Steve shook his head. Peter's phone buzzed. He pulled it out. It was a text from Wade. Tony lifted his eyebrow and looked at his phone. Steve tried to be less obvious about sneaking a peek at the phone. Peter hunched over to read it.
"The meet me at my apartment offer still stands. (Because I'm still naked!)" Peter shut his phone and tossed it to his feet, and kicked it even further away. He laid back into his seat and sunk back into the couch. Tony looked at Steve. He shrugged.
"Ask him tomorrow." Steve mouthed to Tony. Tony rolled his eyes.
"Make me the bad guy." He whispered as he wrapped his arm around Peter and snuggled him. Steve put his arm around both of them and watched the TV.
Tony couldn't sleep. He sat in the dark, next to Steve. He sighed quietly. He rested his chin on his hand, closing his eyes and letting his mind race about his only son. Steve turned to his side. Tony gently rubbed his bare back. He hummed lightly. He turned back over to and squinted at his husband.
"Why are you up?" Steve whispered hoarsely.
"I'm worried about Pete. I just don't..." Steve put his hand on Tony's chest.
"Let's worry about him in the morning. I'll talk to him during our training."
"He's not going to say shit to you."
"Tony... trust me." Steve let his hand fall to Tony's. Tony put his fingers through Steve's. They sat in silence for while. Tony licked his lips.
"Steve?" He started, "Can I do something? Something I promised not to do?"
"Give me a good reason why you should do whatever you're planning to do." Tony didn't answer him so a moment.
"I was looking in that lab... The one he showed us. Steve.. I know.. He didn't make that suit." Steve frowned and sat up next to him.
"What are you saying?"
"I made that suit years ago. Right when Spider-Man was on anyones radar, I made the suit. I remember getting the idea when he swung passed the tower. I designed it and built a prototype. Steve... I still have the prototype locked up. The designs Peter showed us-"
"Please stop. I've heard enough. Do.. do what you need to do." Steve rubbed his face. Tony got out of bed and slid on his pants. "you're going now?"
"It's the only time he isn't using his phone."
"Tony-" before Steve could protest any further Tony jumped on the bed and kissed him. He held his hand on the back of Steve's head. Steve held Tony's waist and let his hands climb up his back. Tony pulled away, but stayed right in front of Steve's lips.
"I know exactly what I'm doing."
"No you don't." Steve smiled and kissed him again. Tony got off Steve and the bed. He saluted him before leaving their bedroom.
I want to know your thoughts on this.
I'm starting to write about how peter's gonna introduce Wade to Steve and Tony. should he try to show him off or should they be doing something and be caught in the act? Or give me your ideas. Either review or PM is fine.
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