Stiles was outraged when he read that Peter hadn't seen most of the Marvel movies.

Stiles had gone to the movies every time a new one had come out and he had been back multiple times. Those were his comfort movies and he didn't grow tired of watching them over and over again. Okay, there were plot holes and that time travel thing had just been bullshit but all in all, he loved them and he had thoughts about them. He might have spent whole days on the internet, discussing meta and reading fanfiction. Because Stucky. Among others. He was a multi-shipper when it came to Marvel.

But better start light with Peter. So the plan was to just watch Captain America for their first date. Because they were going to have a date.

Which had totally not been his intention. Stiles just wanted to fill this gap in education for Peter because how could he be alive today and have not seen them? Stiles wasn't sure if he himself counted as alive and he did spend quite a lot of his time at the bottom of the lake which kind of equaled living under a rock and still he'd seen all of the movies.

When Peter had asked if they were talking about a date here, Stiles had dropped his phone, totally blindsided by that idea. But apparently, Peter was talking about a date here.

So the next morning Stiles checked in with John if he could borrow his house for the weekend.

John had questions, of course he had. It had been a while since Stiles had a friend over, years actually, he was not good at making friends and he never managed to keep a friendship alive for long. His friendship with John was the longest relationship he ever had, not counting Derek, and most of the time that was enough.

Most people saw him as a teenager so his friends had been mostly teenagers but he didn't have anything in common with them. Even if they had the same interests, they were not on the same maturity level and it showed. But being friends with adults was not an option either since they didn't see him as an adult which made the whole situation creepy as fuck. John was the only exception.

And now there was Peter. Peter knew that he wasn't just a teenager and he didn't treat him as such. Stiles didn't know where this was heading but he was willing to give it a try. At least he had to educate Peter on Marvel.

"But Peter Hale?" John asked again but Stiles could already see the defeat in his posture. Not that John would try to forbid it. He was not Stiles' uncle and Stiles was not a teenager. And even if they had a weird kind of father-son relationship going on, John always treated him like an adult who could do whatever the hell he wanted. As long as he didn't get in trouble with the law.

On Saturday, Stiles left his cabin as late as he dared and headed over to John's place.

John had already left for work but he had set out some things on the kitchen counter. Glasses and bowls. Bags of chips and popcorn, the latter coming with a note telling Stiles that he should leave that to Peter.

Stiles snorted at that and crumbled the note in his hand. He could make popcorn just fine. How hard could it be?

There were enough stories cruising the internet about fire alarms in dorms because some drunk idiot had not been capable of operating a microwave at three in the morning but Stiles was not one of them.

John had also left money on the counter for the pizza they would order and when Stiles opened the fridge he found several bottles of juice and coke just waiting for him. There was even beer. Stiles chuckled at that. The sheriff providing a minor with beer for a date with a man twice his age. At least that's what it must look like to an outsider. Stiles closed the fridge and headed over to the living room to check if everything was ready there as well. Peter would be here any minute and by now Stiles was a twitching mess.

This was a date. Holy fuck, this was a date.

Stiles sprinted up the stairs to check his room. He used it for storage most of the time but there was a bed in there and for some reason he'd felt the need to clean up the other day. John had given him a look but he'd not been complaining that Stiles was tidying up for once.

Stiles doubted that they would come up here, they wanted to watch a movie nothing else but he felt better knowing that they could. There were even fresh sheets on the bed.

Then Stiles as pacing the living room until the doorbell rang.

"Your neighbors really shouldn't let their dog run free," Peter said when Stiles opened the door.

Stiles blinked at him.

"Let me guess, Buttons doesn't like you either." Stiles broke into a wide grin. "It's not just me."

But then he hurried to drag Peter inside before that hell beast could show up again. It was nowhere in sight but that didn't mean anything.

"Dogs usually have a problem with us." Peter closed the door. "But they tend to run with their tails between their legs." He flashed his eyes at Stiles, electric blue sparkling up for just a second.

"I wish I had those," Stiles muttered. He didn't want to become a werewolf, just no, but having some defense against that dog would be nice. One day he would just kick that little fucker across the lawn, he just knew.

Peter studied him for a moment, filing away the fact that the dog reacted badly to Stiles but nobody else, no doubt, but then he raised the bag he was carrying.

"I brought some snacks."

Stiles ripped the bag out of his hand to have a look inside and he felt his knees go weak when he recognized the package.

"I think I love you."

Stiles ripped open the Twizzlers right then and there and with the candy hanging out of his mouth, he led Peter farther into the house.

At first, it was awkward, they were sitting on the couch, Stiles munching away on his Twizzlers and neither of them knew what to do or say.

"I'll get the popcorn going," Stiles announced to which Peter offered to help but Stiles waved him off.

He did almost set the microwave on fire, though.

Only Peter's good nose saved them but the package of popcorn was ruined.

"Dammit." Stiles glared at the smoldering remains in the sink. "John is going to kill me."

"I doubt that he's going to kill you over some popcorn."

Stiles hung his head and fished the note out of the bin.

"Looks like he knows you." Peter chuckled when he read it.

Stiles grumbled to that.

They did have more than enough snacks even without the popcorn and they would have pizza later so Stiles just soaked the ruined package in water and threw it out.

"Okay, we have a movie to watch." Like a man on a mission, he grabbed the chips and a bottle of coke and marched over to the living room.

Watching the movie with Peter was fun. Captain America was one of the few Peter had seen before but it had been years ago and he admitted that he didn't recall much. He didn't seem to mind the comments Stiles threw in here and there, though.

They paused the movie half-way in to order their pizza. Stiles used the chance to quiz Peter on what he'd liked so far and what he thought would happen next. His guesses were wildly off and Stiles had the suspicion that Peter was messing with him here but then their pizza arrived and they started the movie again.

"I liked it," Peter admitted when the credits were rolling. He reached for the remote to end the movie but Stiles slapped his hand.

"First rule of Marvel movies." He raised a finger to emphasize this part. "There's always an after-credits scene. And you always watch the full credits, no skipping to the scene."

"I think you made up the second part."

"I sat through endless minutes of credits to watch those scenes in the theater, you have to do the same." He put the remote out of reach just in case. "Besides the music's good."

Stiles was not one to sit in silence for long so naturally, he started to talk again. He tried his best to keep his rambling spoiler-free but he wanted to know what Peter thought of this or that scene and if he'd noticed that one detail Stiles had only spotted on his third run. Stiles was way ahead of him, harboring years of knowledge not only from the other movies but from endless meta discussions on the internet, but he got the impression that that didn't matter to Peter. He was not as enthusiastic as Stiles but he had his opinions and he didn't seem to mind Stiles' rambling.

When Stiles checked the time it was almost midnight.

"Shit! When did it get this late?" He was not running out of time just yet, he was not Cinderella who had to be home by midnight, but he didn't have all night either. He just hadn't thought that he would spend most of his time, rambling about the movie. Thinking about it, he should have known.

"If it's getting too late for you I can leave," Peter offered.

"No, no." Stile held him back. "Please stay. It's just ..."

"Just what?" Peter asked gently. He put the bowl of chips aside he'd been hogging for a while now.

Stiles let out a sigh, he didn't want to dampen the mood with silly stuff like this, they were having a good time here.

"I can't stay away from Derek for too long," he finally said with another glance at the clock, calculating.

"Do you have to leave?" Peter asked and Stiles wished that he knew what was going on in his head right now.

"No, I still have at least two hours, maybe a little more. It's not an exact science." He slumped back into the couch with his arms crossed over his chest. There, he'd killed the mood.

"What happens if you're not back in time?" Peter asked but he was not just gathering information. The way he was looking at Stiles ... it was not pity, Stiles would have kicked him out if he'd looked at him in pity, but it wasn't anything he could place either.

"I'm not going to die if that's what you think." Stiles reached for a fresh lollipop. The Twizzlers were long gone and this was his third lollipop but he needed something to keep his hands busy. And his mouth. It helped him concentrate to have something to chew on.

"That's good to know," Peter said when Stiles failed to elaborate farther. He was watching with interest when Stiles peeled off the wrapper and just because, Stiles licked the lollipop to wet it properly before he rolled it between his lips. Peter followed every move with his eyes.

Stiles grinned with the candy between his lips.

"If I'm not back in time, Derek is coming to get me," Stiles explained. "That's not a bad thing but this is supposed to be a date and yeah." He gestured with the lollipop to indicate that Derek showing up on his date was kind of like John coming home early. Even if they were just sitting here, talking about the movie, it would be just wrong.

"Would he be mad?" Peter asked.

"Worried that he might be mad at you?"

"I don't want you to get in trouble," Peter answered and visible tore his eyes away from what Stiles was doing with the lollipop.

"I won't," Stiles assured him. "Usually I'm good at being home in time but lately he had to come and get me twice. He's not mad at me, quite the opposite, he would love to let me roam more freely. But he can't, it's one of the things he can't help." Stiles straightened up. "Let's not talk about that. We were having fun, let's get back to that."

But with that interruption, he was no longer in the mood to talk about the movie and his attempt to get the conversation going again was half-hearted at best. Maybe they should just call it a night.

They still had twenty-two movies to watch, Peter would not get out of that. They would watch them all.

However, Stiles didn't want their date to end just yet. So maybe …

He glanced over to Peter and caught him staring at the lollipop in his mouth again.

Stiles swirled his tongue around the bulb of the candy.

"Admit it, you were buying these in hope for a show."

"It was more that I knew I would regret it later," Peter said, his eyes hungry now. "I was right."

"I have a very talented tongue." Stiles curled it around the candy to demonstrate what he meant.

"I can see that." Peter scooted closer. "And you're a tease."

"What gave it away?"

Peter brought their lips together with the lollipop still caught between them.