UPDATED: 05.28.2020
1. Peter, don't be late
Peters alarm went off. His arm reached up and slammed the ass of Wade Wilson by mistake.
"Oh~ again." Wade laughed. Peter looked up at the man sharing his bed. He looked back at him and smiled. "Want me to get that for you baby boy?"
Peters alarm went off. His arm reached up and slammed the snooze button. It was 6 in the morning and Peter wasn't feeling like getting up. He ducked his head under the covers, hiding from what little light snuck past his thick curtains. He squeezed his eyes shut, knowing in minutes his second alarm would be walking into his room.
On cue, his next alarm came in, throwing the curtain up, letting the sun's glory in.
"Get Up, or I'm gonna get Steve to get you up. And we know how that will work out." Tony, a dad aged dad pushed his son's shoulder continuously before pulling the covers down. Peters body shriveled up as it came in contact with the cold and heartless light of the sun.
"No," he whimpered, " it's Saturday. Let me sleeeeeep," he pulled the covers over his head.
"Nope, today's too important," Tony pulled them down again. "And you've proven to disappear on important days,". Peter pulled the covers again, and Tony pulled them down for the final time, "Last warning," he began to leave," before I get him," insult to injury, Tony let the teens room door open.
Peter groaned. He rubbed his eyes and rolled his head back and forth. He was sore everywhere, his neck hurt, his arms were tense, he nearly couldn't feel his legs. The night before he fought some mutant who called himself 'Whirlwind'. Peter was thrown against cars and buildings all night. He felt like dying. He rolled out of his bed and on the floor, face down. He moaned again.
"Today is gonna suuuuuuuuuck,".
After dressing like the half-assed teen he is, he passed through the short hallway into the kitchen. Both of his dads were sitting nicely at the counter. Steve, clean-shaven, tall triangle, 100+ years old, but looked 25 man was looking over paper files on Tony's potential client. He made it a point to understand the person behind the business.
Tony, a genius, billionaire, married, philanthropist, was busy touching up his designs for dinner proposal. He touched the projections, moving paragraphs, and images, coming up with a game plan.
Peter shrugged, then looked in the fridge for his breakfast. His head fell back as he let out a groan.
"You forgot to go shopping... again," Steve looked to the teen.
"Sorry Peter, Tony and I have been so busy with this guy," Steve gave him a faint smile. Peter rolled his eyes.
"He's been a pain in my ass," Tony added, still looking at his projections.
"Can you get Happy to get some?" Peter asked, knowing full well that Happy wasn't their personal butler.
"You know full well that Happy's not our personal butler," Steve shot Peter a look. Peter walked past them, straight line for the elevator. He put his hands on the back of his head.
"I guess I'll just go and get some," A grin crept on his face, as he walked faster to the doors.
"Nope," Tony snapped his fingers at the sneaking teen, "Sit your butt down," Tony spoke, not missing a beat. Peter's shoulders slumped. He spun on his heel, back to the kitchen.
"Ahhhh, why can't I go out for a while?" He squatted down, putting his chin on the counter, looking up at the two husbands, "Why do I even have to go to your business thingy!"
"Because I said so," Tony answered looking at the boy, " And the guy I'm gonna buy out has a daughter," the truth is revealed, "If she likes you, she might convince her dad to join our side," Tony pulled the projections down clearing his view, to look directly at his sons' puppy eyes. "And if I let you step out of my sight, you'll disappear for hours. That's been proven a dozen times,". Peter threw his hands up and grunted at the sky. He stood up, walked to the fridge, then shoved his face in between the fridge wall and door.
"HUUUUNGGEERRRRR," he continued to throw a tantrum.
"Oh, let him out for a bit. At least for our sanity's sake," he smiled at his husband, "I'm sure he'll be on time," Tonys glare was moved to Steve.
"Really? Last time we had plans, he didn't come home for 3 hours. After it was over," Tony peered at Peter.
Peter remembered that day. The Wrecking Crew was up to no good again. He had to deal with them all by himself, which was a pain, but the worst part was giving his statement to the cops. They took forever.
"He was studying all night last night. Not making a peep," Peter mouthed 'sure I was' before turning to his parents, "Let him," Tony was no match for the combo of Steves smile and big, blue puppy-dog eyes. The dark-haired man turned to Peter. Eyes shooting daggers.
"Promise you will be at ABC Kitchen, at 7:00, in a suit. On time. Do the promise." Peter stood up straight and saluted his dads.
"I promise on the red, white, and true!". Steve shook his head. Tony pointed at him.
"Break that promise and you won't leave the tower. Ever. Again," Tony pointed at him.
"Yeah, don't worry," Peter ignored his threat, and walked over and kissed them both on the forehead. "Bye, love you," He put on his jacket and grabbed his backpack from his room.
"See you. At 7." Steve repeated. Peter looked at them again. He saluted him and left.