Written to: Forget You - Cee-Lo Green, crosspost from AO3
Because Spider-Man is technically part of the Avengers in the Marvel universe, though he's owned by Sony now...and also because I just saw The Amazing Spider-Man 1 + 2 yesterday. No spoilers for them, since they came out recently.
Eudaimonia: Literally, "human flourishing." A contented state of being happy and healthy and prosperous.
"Hey, Tony, what are these?" Peter asks, holding up a brightly coloured orange slice. Peter had never seen oranges quite like these, with segments of all colours, blood red, lime green, deep blue, but he supposed that Tony was a highly sophisticated billionaire operating in the highest echelons of society, so perhaps he had access to some rare fruits that Peter had never seen before.
"Those are Jell-O shots," Tony tells him, looking over at Peter. "For the party later tonight. Don't touch them, I'm far from condoning illegal activities unless I'm the one doing them."
"Why can't I have one?" Peter wants to know. He is meeting Gwen in about three minutes, and he thinks she'd enjoy one.
"They're nasty, disgusting adult things," Tony says, waving him away. "Are you going out? You look like you're going out."
"I'm going to have ice cream with Gwen in Central Park," Peter tells him, sneaking a few orange slices into a Ziploc bag, which he quickly stuffs in his backpack when Tony isn't looking.
"Okay," Tony says, distractedly running his hands through his hair and going through some sort of agenda. "Just remember curfew is at eleven."
Peter rolls his eyes, sticks his tongue out at Tony behind his back. "But Tony -" he begins to protest.
"You're underage. Curfew at eleven," Tony tells him firmly, and Peter would never admit that he was pouting, that the great Spider-Man had a curfew, but there wasn't much he could do about it, he supposed.
He leaves Tony distracted by some grown-up things, and rappels down the side of the Avengers Tower to find Gwen.
"These are disgusting," Gwen says, making a face as she sucks on a bright green orange slice. "What's in them?"
"I don't know," Peter admits, running a hand through his hair and smiling at her. "But Tony said I shouldn't touch them, so, of course I had to. And I thought you might like them, they're pretty, kind of like you."
Gwen rolls her eyes at him, tosses the orange rind in the trash. "I can't believe you're comparing me to an orange slice."
Peter smiles and runs to catch up to her.