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14. Steve found Peter

He paid the taxi driver and walked away from the car. His eyes darted across the roads and streets for Tony's car. He hadn't found him yet. He knew he was going to see him one way or another, but maybe if he got caught up in a fight he would forget about it. It was a stretch, but it wasn't impossible. He went in, and searched for him again. When he knew it was clear, he squeezed into a packed elevator. The levels went up and the people disappeared. He rode his way up to the penthouse. He peeked inside.

"JARVIS? Is my dad in the building at all?"

"Only Steve Rogers is in the building." Peter smirked. He walked to his bedroom and unloaded his backpack in the closet. He tossed his phone on the bed.

"Just wander the tower for a few hours. There's like, 100 floors. I'll just poke around and see what's going on." He left his room and walked to the elevator. He called it and rested on the door frame. He pulled his ear buds out of his shirt.

"Hey sport." Peter jumped. He looked at Steves and Tony's bedroom door. Steve looked like he just got out of the shower.

"Oh, hey Pops." He sighed with a smile, "you scared me." Steve have him a confused look.

"Why?" Peter shrugged his shoulders.

"Just spooky." He put one bud in his ear. "Did you come back from fighting someone?"

"No, I just felt like doing a few more sets today. But, how was your study session? What did you talk about?" Steve walked to the fridge and opened it. Peter bit his lip.

"Old ships and stuff."

"Ships and stuff. What kind of ships and stuff?" Steve turn to the kitchen area.

"Ahh," Peter looked at the elevator, "ya know... History stuff." He was trying to be vague about the WW2 stuff from Steve. Last time he asked him about that war he wouldn't stop talking, and acted really weird... They whole thing made Steve really depressed. He paused for a moment. "I think I'll take the stairs. It's taking too long." He walked away from the elevator and to the stairwell door. "See ya."

"Where are you going now?" Steve asked looking at him up and down.

"I'm gonna hang out."

"In the tower?" Peter slowly nodded his head. Steve shut the fridge. "Just walk around the tower? Doing nothing?"

"That's the idea." Steve stayed quiet. "That it? Am I free?"

"Do you want to get dinner? Tony said he wouldn't make it."

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