Hello!

I am so sorry about the lack of update! As I said in the last update, work has been interfering with my personal time but I am pleased that I have quit that job and am feeling so much better. I am so happy with my decision as I am so much happier now! It's fantastic!

PROMPTS ARE CLOSED! This is the last prompt that I have had to get through! Thank you so much for your patience everyone! I'm going to take another little break from this series to refresh and recharge! I have some other things I want to work on so you'll be seeing more fics from me soon. But this series will return! I just don't know when.

This prompt is from TheaterDiva92 on Ao3 - -May brings Happy home for the night and forgets to tell Peter that they're even dating, and she also forgets that Peter is with her for the weekend and not at Tony's Peter comes home late from patrol and they're already 'in bed' Peter feels weird about the fact that May is with someone and is upset she never said anything to him. He doesn't leave because he already had a hard patrol and was injured so he just pretends no one else is home and tries to sleep. The next day, everyone in the Parker household is in for a shock. Peter; that its Happy that his Aunt slept with. May; that Peter was home and that she forgot to tell him she started dating again. (Maybe after the blip). And Happy; that May didn't tell Peter that they were dating and the fact that he was home. ALSO JUST THOUGHT OF THIS PART! But bonus points if Tony comes barging in early in the morning because he got the alert from Karen and the Baby Monitor that Peter was injured and was upset Peter didn't come to the compound to get treated, nor did he ask for help; and then walks in on Peter, May, and Happy who are already varying in different shades of red from embarrassment about being caught. Tony thinks its all great and can't stop grinning like a cat that got the canary.

I hope you enjoy and apologies for any mistakes!


Varying Shades Of Red


Peter Parker was looking forward to collapsing face first into his bed and sleeping until Sunday. His patrol hadn't gone as smoothly as he had wanted it too – really ten against one seemed a little overkill in Peter's opinion.

A new gang had been wreaking havoc on the streets of Queens and Peter had spent the night putting an end to it. No more poor-quality drugs being distributed to unsuspecting teenagers who ended up OD'ing in the streets and parks late at night. No more stabbings on people who were just trying to get home after a long day of work. No more stores being held up, their livelihoods robbed again and again.

Exhaustion had seeped deep into Peter's bones, and he ached in places he didn't know he could ache. He knew he should have gone straight to the Tower and have Tony fix his injuries, but Peter just wanted to crawl into his own bed and pass out. He had been getting better at going to Tony when he was injured, no longer hiding out in his bathroom, trying to stich up open wounds with tooth floss and a sewing needle.

His relationship with Tony had blossomed into something that Peter had never allowed himself to dream of having again. The genius had not only become a mentor to Peter, but a father figure and it brought a smile to Peter's face every time he thought of it.

He smiled about it now but promptly hissed as his split lip protested the action. With growing closer to Tony, it had also brought a new protective streak in the man. He hated seeing Peter injured. Peter had been getting better – his training session had really improved his abilities and he was no longer just dodging on basic instincts – and his injury count had gone down significantly.

Tonight may have brought his average way back up again. Tony was going to be pissed.

When Peter's apartment building came into view, he almost sobbed with relief. All he had to do was make it up stairs, take off his Spiderman suit and collapse into bed. Everything else could be future Peter's problem.

Peter carefully crawled his way up the side of the building and slipped into his room, letting out a sigh of relief. He slipped off his mask, tossing it onto his desk as he stepped further into the room. Peter paused mid-step, heading cocking to one side as he heard a sound deeper within the apartment.

His nose scrunched as he heard the noise again. What that – was that a giggle?

Peter's jaw dropped open as the laughter grew louder, his lip stinging as he did, as he heard his aunt May giggle in a way that Peter hadn't heard since he was a child. That giggle was followed by the deeper rumble of a male's voice, the words going through Peter as he tried to pinpoint the familiar voice.

That was – that was Happy's voice. Peter swayed where he stood frozen in the middle of his room.

Happy was here in his apartment. Happy was here in his apartment with his aunt May. Happy was here in his apartment with his aunt May and they had no idea Peter was home.

"Oh no," Peter whimpered.

This was so much worse than the baseball bat Peter had received to the face earlier that night. In fact, Peter was wishing he was still out on patrol, still trying to web up the gang that had been terrorising Queens.

Was his aunt on a date with Happy? Peter frowned as he tried not to listen to their voices. Why hadn't his aunt told him? Did May not want Peter knowing that she was dating? They had never had any secrets between them before.

(Peter was totally not counting his secret alter ego as a secret because that was extenuating circumstances.)

Had May forgotten to tell him? Or had she just not wanted to?

Another bout of laughter had Peter shaking his head, a headache blooming at the action. He pressed his hands over his ears and stumbled to his backpack that he had thrown in the corner of his room. He rummaged through it until he found the headphones Tony had designed for him that blocked out all sounds so that not even his super hearing could pick up on them. He put them on, shed the suit off his body and stumbled to his bed. He slipped under the covers, dragging them over his head and closed his eyes and pushed all thoughts from his head.

This was all future Peter's problem. Present Peter just wanted to sleep.


Peter stumbled out of his room, his face throbbing with pain in time with his heartbeat, a headache pounding against his skull. Present Peter was silently cursing past Peter for being a dumbass and not going straight to Tony to help him with his injuries. He knew that if had, he wouldn't be in nearly as much pain. Tony had the good drugs, the ones that actually worked on Peter's metabolism.

Stomach grumbling under the pain his body was aching with, Peter grabbed the box of cereal from the cupboard and poured himself a big bowl. After adding milk, Peter sat at the table and dug in. He was halfway through his bowl when the door to May's room opened and out stepped Happy.

With milk dribbling down his chin, Peter tracked Happy movements, almost grinning when Happy realised that Peter was sitting at the table. The former boxer stopped dead in the room, eyes widening. Peter watched him shift from foot to foot, his mouth opening but no sound coming out. Peter was fascinated by the pink shade that made its way up Happy neck and ears, spreading across the man's cheeks.

"Happy? Did you find the coffee oka-ayyyyyy Peter!"

May had come out of her room, thankfully dressed, her hair still wet. Her eyes widened behind her glasses as she stared at Peter, her cheeks flushing pink.

Peter swallowed his cereal. "Hey guys."

Happy looked between Peter and May, his cheeks flushing darker. "He-ey Peter. Morning."

"Hi, sweetie," May said, eyes darting between Peter and Happy.

There was an awkward silence that was broken up by a quick knock on the door. There was no pause or wait for an answer before it swung open wide.

Everyone turned to look as Tony Stark waltzed into the room, the door swinging shut behind him. He held a paper bag in one hand and a tray with two coffee cups in it. From his position at the table, Peter sniffed the air and could tell one of them was a hot chocolate and the bag contained Peter's favourite. A warm croissant with strawberry jam.

Tony paused, eyes darting between all three of them, taking in the flushed cheeks before a Chesiree grin spread across his face.

"Good morning," Tony greeted, sounding entirely too cheerful.

"What are you doing here?" Happy asked, his voice coming out gruff.

Tony pointed his hand that was clinging to the paper bag at Peter. "Got an alert that Peter was injured last night. I came by to check on him. What are you doing here?"

Peter didn't think it was possible for Happy to get any redder, but he was wrong.

"I think they were on a date last night," Peter supplied unhelpfully, trying to keep his face neutral.

Peter almost felt bad at how pink his aunt's face went. Almost.

"You were here last night?" May asked, her voice coming out squeakier than usual.

"Yep," Peter said, popping the 'p'. "I put my headphones on, don't worry."

Tony choked on his laughter while May and Happy both shot the genius a sharp look. Tony continued to laugh as he went to the table, putting the paper bag in front of Peter and then passing him the hot chocolate.

"Thanks," Peter grinned at Tony and then hissed as his lip stung.

"Geeze kid, what did your face hit? A brick wall?" Tony asked, gently cupping Peter's chin as he examined his face.

"Baseball bat," Peter corrected and then shrunk under the glare Tony gave him.

"Oh god, Peter," May said, her embarrassment fading as she took in the extent of Peter face. "Why did you say anything last night?"

"Why didn't you?" Peter shot back, hurt racing through his chest.

He wasn't angry that May was dating. He wasn't even mad that she was dating Happy. Out of anyone, Peter was glad she was. Peter knew that Happy was a great guy and he really liked him. He was mad and hurt that May hadn't told him that she wanted to start dating again.

"I'm sorry, Peter," May said, guilt filling her features. "I just… I was so excited about Happy. You know, I haven't felt this way since Ben and I just, got caught up in it that I forgot to tell you. Or maybe I just didn't want to tell you, I don't know. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"I'm not uncomfortable with you dating," Peter said truthfully, the hurt slowly vanishing in his chest. At May's words, he begun to understand. While they had both shared the grief of losing someone they loved, they were a little bit different. Peter had lost his uncle but May had lost her husband. There was probably a range of emotions that she had been going through and Peter hated that he hadn't been there for her after everything she had done for him. "I'm glad that you are happy, Aunt May. You know that's all I want for you. And I like Happy, you know that."

"Thank god." Peter heard Happy mutter under his breath.

"I just want to understand why you didn't tell me. We tell each other everything, we promised," Peter continued.

"Didn't you keep the fact that you were Spiderman from May?" Tony asked, arching an amused brow at Peter.

Peter shot Tony a glare. "Extenuating circumstances."

Tony smirked. "Sure kid. Whatever you say."

May took Peter's hand in hers, giving it a squeeze. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, Peter."

"Are you happy?" Peter asked.

May smiled. "Yeah, I am."

"And Happy is being sweet and kind?" Peter asked, briefly glancing at Happy and resisting the urge to grin as the man spluttered.

"The sweetest and kindest," May assured Peter, amusement filling her face.

Peter leaned froward towards May, ignoring the ache in his body as he did. He whispered loud enough so that Tony and Happy could hear. "Does Spiderman need to give him a talk?"

Tony cackled loudly while Happy threw up his hands, muttering under his breath.

May sniggered and gently cupped Peter's face, her thumb lightly skimming over a bruise that decorated his cheek. "I'll keep that in mind, but I think I'm good."

"Awesome," Peter leaned back, wincing. "Mr. Stark, do you have any of those painkillers?"

Tony reached into his pocket, pulling out a small pill bottle. "Right here kiddo. You have to eat that pastry first though."

Peter pushed aside his now soggy cereal and took out the croissant that was still warm. And because Peter was a little shit, he couldn't resist looking to Happy and giving him a shit-eating grin.

"Mr. Stark brought me a croissant, Happy. You got to step up your game, dude."

The ache in his lip as he grinned was totally worth the cackle Tony gave, the amused snort that came out of May's nose and yet another shade of red that passed over Happy's face.


Happy reading :D

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