"Mooooom."
"Oh sure, tattle to mom," Isaac said.
"What're they doing?" Mrs. Parker yelled back.
"Making fun of me," Nate said, his voice cracking as he said it, making him wince as Isaac and Joseph laughed.
"Man up, Nathanial," Mr. Parker said, making Nate frown (not pout, he'd never pout).
"Yeah, Peter Brady," Isaac muttered, gaining a dirty look from Nate.
Just you wait.
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"Mrs. Connell was asking if one of you could come over and help her with chores a few days a week during summer."
The three boys froze.
"She said that all she'd need you to do is some lawn work and maybe some heavy lifting," Mrs. Parker continued "And that she'd make you lunch in exchange… Mrs. Connell is a lovely lady, such a shame that her husband passed away and her sons left for Vietnam."
It was silent before Nate gave in.
"… I'll do it," He sighed, Mrs. Parker smiling at him.
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"So, you're the Parker that bit the bullet," Mrs. Connell said once she opened the door.
"Um," Nate blushed, taking in the little old lady that was smiling wryly.
"You're Nathanial, right? The youngest," Mrs. Connell said, letting Nate in.
"Yeah," Nate said, his voice cracking slightly, making him wince.
"Ah, still going through puberty?"
"And I've had it the worst out of all my brothers," Nate said, looking down.
"You know, of my four sons, the one that had it the hardest turned out the best looking… Don't tell anyone I said that."
Nate laughed and nodded, before Mrs. Connell gave him instructions on what she needed done.
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Turns out, Nate's guilt would pay off.
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"Maybe I shouldn't go to camp; I made a commitment to help Mrs. Connell," Nate said, Isaac glaring at him from over their mother's shoulder.
"Oh, that's so sweet…" Mrs. Parker said.
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Every year, the Parker family would visit Aunt Gertrude for a week, and then the kids would go to a bible camp for four weeks while their parents went to differing places. And then, they'd go to a family reunion for a week.
Nate hated camp.
They had to sit around a campfire and share stuff about themselves. And there was always those awkward 'relationships' people would get into for four weeks and then breakup a day before they left.
It sucked.
He also hated family reunions with a passion.
"Oh, Nate, still the shorty of the family."
"Oh, Nate, you should sit up straighter."
"Oh, Nate, still not shaving."
He just wanted to yell that it was none of their damn business.
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For the first hour that his family was gone, Nate slid around the house in his socks, loudly singing.
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"Let me give you a bit of advice, Nathanial, dear; my best looking son worked out during puberty," Mrs. Connell said.
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Nate took her advice and found that it wasn't that bad.
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About a week into his family absences, he woke up and turned on Killer Queen.
And started to sing along.
Nate slammed the record off and took a deep breath.
"I'm Nate."
He laughed loudly before slapping a hand over his mouth.
Finally.
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"Lord, boy, are you ever going to stop growing?" Mrs. Connell demanded, Nate laughing as he towered over her.
"I'd be okay if I didn't."
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His arms were starting to get thicker.
And there were definitely some creases of abs.
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"You're hair makes you look like a drifter," Mrs. Connell informed him.
"I know, my mom usually cuts it and makes me look like I put my head in the blender, so," Nate said, shrugging.
Mrs. Connell laughed and gave him directions to a barber.
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"Alright, boys, pay attention," Mr. Parker said, Nate sighing; Mr. Parker was teaching him and Isaac how to shave.
It didn't matter to Nate; he hadn't started with facial hair, but Isaac did.
When Isaac had tromped in, proudly displaying his sparse mustache hair, Mr. and Mrs. Parker congratulated him.
"You look like a pedophile."
"Nate!" Mrs. Parker scolded "You just wait for your facial hair."
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Nate laughed manically when he noticed; he was getting facial hair.
But not that awkward stuff Isaac had, no, real facial hair.
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He started to notice about a week before his family returned.
It was Saturday, which meant that he was mowing Mrs. Connell's yard.
And it was one hundred and two degrees.
He'd stripped off his shirt a while ago and he still felt like he was going to spontaneously combust.
Nate shut off the mower and turned on the hose, cooling himself off for a moment.
"Nathanial!"
Nate walked over to where the old lady was standing with some iced tea.
"Don't look now, but you've got an audience," Mrs. Connell smirked as she passed him the drink.
Nate returned to the mower and looked out of the corner of his eye over to the other side of the street, where there one of his ex-classmates, who appeared to be sunbathing, sat, but Nate knew to take Mrs. Connell's word.
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That would've been it, but it kept happening.
Not just the sunbather (who he was fairly certain invited friends over just to sit there), but when he went grocery shopping, he could feel eyes on him.
And when he picked up pizza (far too often) he could actually hear arguments over who got to serve him.
The girl at the library that turned red whenever he spoke to her.
The girl that seemed to develop a speech impediment whenever he delivered cookies from Mrs. Connell.
Hell, at church (where he went just so his parents wouldn't yell at him when they got back), he had girls giggling and blushing when he walked past.
And there was that horrifying time where Mrs. Johnson got a little too handsy.
Of course everybody knew that her husband was cheating on her with someone younger and, honestly, Nate thought she should get back at him, but not with him.
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In the hours leading up to his family return, Nate found himself cleaning every bit of the house.
The he ran upstairs to make sure he didn't look like a hobo.
His hair was slightly unruly, but other than that… He was kind of at the point of wondering if his family would even recognize him.
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"Well, it looks like he kept it clean," Mrs. Parker as she entered the house.
"Nathanial, we're home!" Isaac yelled, wondering where his younger brother was.
"Call me Nathanial again and I'll castrate you."
Nate smiled slightly at the looks he was getting as he hopped down the stairs.
"So, I didn't set anything alight, I didn't get a girl pregnant, and I didn't kill anyone. Do I get a gold star?" Nate asked, smiling.
"O-Of course you do, Sweetheart," Mrs. Parker said, giving him a hug before pulling away "How much did you grow?"
"Seven inches," Nate said, shrugging as if it was no big deal "I have to warn you guys; there's no food in the house. I would suggest pizza or something."
"Maybe you shouldn't eat pizza all the time; not gonna be sixteen forever," Isaac said, hiding his insecurity over the fact that Nate was now a head taller than him.
Nate put on his innocent face and raised his shirt; looking down at his six pack (he was very proud of that).
"I think I'm fine."
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Eventually, the Parkers had Isaac and Nate go out to pick up cheeseburgers.
"How was camp?"
"I made out with Beatrice Campbell," Isaac informed him as they swung into the burger shop.
"Doesn't she have braces and headgear?"
"Used to," Isaac said "How would that even work if she had it now?"
"Your libido knows no bounds, Brother Dear, I'm sure you could've worked it out."
They walked up to the counter and Nate ordered, smiling politely at the young woman behind the counter.
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Nate handed his father the bags once they returned.
"Um, Nate?" Mr. Parker asked, sounding oddly amused.
"Yeah?" Nate said, looking over from his spot leaning against the counter.
"I've got a feeling this was meant for you," Mr. Parker handed him the receipt, where it had a phone number and said "For Blue Eyes."
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Isaac stumbled out of bed the next morning, tromping downstairs to where his family was sitting at the table.
"Isaac, could you wake up Nate?"
Isaac groaned and tromped back upstairs to pound on Nate's door, but, after a moment, Isaac opened the door and found it empty.
"He's not here," Isaac frowned, his parents exchanging a look of worry.
And then the front door opened, Nate swinging into the house with a thin sheen of sweat covering his body.
"Where were you?" Isaac asked, Nate giving him a long look.
"Bowling. I was running, Genius."
"You were running?" Mrs. Parker asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Yeah. We got orange juice?" Nate asked, opening the fridge and pulling out the aforementioned beverage.
"Why were you running?" Isaac asked, Nate giving him a long look.
"Well, you see, when people want to stay in shape, they work out. I can see why you wouldn't know about this."
"Nathanial!"
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A few weeks later, school started.
And then the Pentagon.
And then Peter.
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"Shh, Shh," Nate muttered as Peter gave a gasp "You okay?"
"Fantastic," Peter said, slightly slurred "I love you."
Nate smiled softly "I love you too." Leaning down to give Peter a tender kiss.
Peter smiled at him once he pulled away, before frowning.
"Well, don't stop, can't you multitask?"
Nate's laughter just managed to drown out Peter's moans.
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"I wish we could go out."
Nate sighed, burying his face in Peter's hair.
"Me too," Nate muttered, rubbing Peter's arm softly "But, at least your mom is cool with this."
Peter smiled slightly, kissing Nate's neck and curling up against him.
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"Well, it's about time!"
Peter and Nate jumped apart.
"Mom!" Peter yelled, pulling his clothes straight.
"It's taken you two long enough," Magda smiled "Are you staying for dinner, Nate, Dear?"
"I guess; if it's alright," Nate said, still blushing slightly.
"Oh, hun, don't be embarrassed; I saw this coming since the first time I saw you," Magda then held up her hand to faux-whisper "I know his type."
"MOM!"
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"Um, Dad?" Nate said.
"Yes, Son?"
Wade then broke and giggled
"So… I'm gay."
It was quiet for a moment, making Nate worried.
"… Please tell me that when you marry Peter, he'll take your last name," Wade beseeched.
"What?!"
"Peter Parker!"
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"You and Peter are dating."
Nate froze at Wanda's statement.
"… Yep."
Wanda gave him an appraising look.
"Alright… Don't you dare hurt him."
"No, Ma'am."
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"We've got new students coming in tomorrow," Hank informed the others.
"Who?" Logan asked, lighting a cigar and getting a glare from the others.
"Peter and Nate, and Peter's sister Wanda," Hank said "That's why Charles is drinking."
"Don't blame him," Logan muttered, smiling slightly at the thought of those three coming in and raising a little hell.
"Peter, Nate, and Wanda?" Alex asked, frowning slightly.
Peter Maximoff and Nathanial Parker; helped us break Erik out," Hank explained.
"Nathanial Parker?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow "I met him."
"Me too," Sean said "He was the one who broke us out."
Once Alex had explained how, Logan spoke up.
"You two know that he's gay as all hell, right?"
"What?" Both Alex and Sean said, looking over in surprise.
"He and Peter were a thing in my timeline, and I'm sure they are in this one."
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Hank opened the door to find Wanda awkwardly standing a bit away from Nate and Peter, who were not the least bit restrained in their touching; Nate had an arm thrown over Peter's shoulders and Peter had his arm wrapped around his waist.
Hank realized they were setting the standard; that they wouldn't hide away who they were.
"Hello, come in," Hank said, smiling and visibly seeing some of the tension in Nate's frame dissipate "I can take your bags, but you should probably talk to Charles. Oh, do you two want to share a room?"
"If we can," Nate said hopefully, Hank smiling and nodding.
Hank led them to Charles's office.
"Since when are you in a wheelchair?"
"Dude!" Nate said, giving Peter a look, who shrugged.
"Just wondering."
"It's a long story," Charles offered.
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After telling the story, saying hello to Logan (who seemed to actually like them), talking to Alex (awkwardly), and Sean (less awkwardly; he didn't seem to care) they settled into a routine at the manor.
Nate would wake up first and go for a run, sometimes with Hank or Alex, then he'd come back to find Peter just waking up.
Then they'd take a shower together.
And then, if it was a weekday, they would do "School."
Air quotes for the fact Charles had no idea of how to teach, and Peter was practically out of school already.
Honestly, what they did most was hone their powers, which was incredibly fun.
And make out.
They made out a lot.
Now that even if someone walked in, they wouldn't get in trouble…
It led to a lot of making out in the garden.
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Then came the whole altercation with Magneto.
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Peter was fighting one of Magneto's lackeys, who had super speed as well, just not as fast as Peter.
Wanda was fighting a girl with fire powers; trying to keep her from burning everyone alive.
Magneto was flying above them; tearing things apart.
"Nate," Logan said "If you can distract him; throw him off, I'll be able to take him down with the mutant suppression drug."
"How?"
"Do what you do best; heckle him."
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"Hey, you know that helmet makes you look like a penis, right?"
"Why'd you make your outfit pink, trying to tell us something?"
"Did your mom pick out that cape, OH WAIT."
That one almost got a big enough reaction that Logan could take a shot.
"Sorry about this, babe," Nate said under his breath.
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"Did ya know that your son is fantastic in bed?"
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"Was that necessary?" Peter asked, sighing slightly as he looked down at where Logan was able to get Magneto, now unconscious.
"Sorry, but, I mean, it wasn't a lie."
Peter smiled over at Nate.
"You owe me ten blowjobs for revealing that shit."
"I was probably going to do that anyway," Nate pointed out.
"Stop pushing your luck, Parker."
"I'm liking were pushing my luck is taking me, Maximoff."
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A/N
In honor of the supreme court's ruling today!
(I definitely didn't already have most of that lying around).
Okay, I know that's not how puberty works, but I wanted them to leave Kick-Ass!Aaron Taylor-Johnson and come home to Now!Aaron Taylor-Johnson. Wade's genes or something let's him do that.
Also, can you see me tiptoe into the world of writing smut with these last two chapters?
Mira SeverusSirius Black-Snape, oh, trust me, I have definitely thought about that.
RedExorcism, that is incredibly kind and it means so much to me, thank you!
anonymouscsifan, it's nice to know that I'm not the only one going to hell ;) and trust me, I've got a lot of those images in my mind. We cane be perverts together ;)
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