Hotness
Peter woke slowly. So slow that his only explanation was he was dead or drugged. Fun...
The first thing he saw was the blinding light from the wall of windows. After a soft groan of disapproval, the light was almost completely gone. Thank you, Friday. He looks around for a good minute trying to figure out what the fuck happened. But one look down at his bandaged arm had the memories crashing in.
Bull.
Dagger.
Fire.
Cool so he's not dead. Just a little crispy. And drugged. Nice. Peter can’t wait to rub it into Annabeth's face that he defeated the bull alone. Well, he wasn’t alone, alone he had Mr. Stark.
Shit, Mr. Stark. How in Hades was he supposed to explain that; A, he knew what that thing was, B, he knew how to kill it and C, he had a dagger. For some reason Peter thought the last one was going to be the biggest deal.
Shrugging he rolls out of bed, being mindful of his arm which still hurts a lot and makes his way to the bathroom. Once there he inspects the damage, it’s not too bad but will defiantly take a while to heal, especially since he didn’t have any nectar or ambrosia on hand. Maybe he could sneak away to Percy and steal some from him.
He went through the motion of brushing his teeth, showering and changing the bandages because this was not getting infected. Nope, not a chance. He went into the kitchen to get some food and found it eerily empty. Normally, there would be an avenger or two hanging around or cooking. Especially at, he stops his inner ramble to check the time, 9 am. When he asked Friday, her only response was ‘Team bonding. Would you like for me to tell them your awake.’
He thought about that for a moment before deciding against it. He’d just have a relaxing morning, watch a movie and take a nap. But first, he needed to find his phone. He went back into his room and found it at the bottom of his backpack. Dead. Great now he can’t even text Percy. Whatever, he’ll just put it to charge and watch that movie.
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Peter wakes up around 11 with his spidey senses telling him something. Now he says that because it’s not the urgent ‘hey your about to die’ but it’s also not the ‘someone mildly threatening is near’ thing so he’s a little confused. Deciding that it’s probably something he wants to know about, he follows his instinct.
His instinct leads him to the elevator and Friday does the rest. Within seconds the elevator doors open, and he looks around. All he sees are the varying emotional states of the Avengers. Then he hears the voice of his sweet and lovely boyfriend.
“Where is he? I will not ask a third time.”
And, oh sticks. He’s worried about me. And he looks so very hot when he’s angry. But I don’t like to see him worried. And now Nat’s looking at me. And I really should speak up but what do I say? And now more people are looking at me and I know I look a mess but geez give a man a break and Percy still hasn’t seen me and- STOP. Gods sometime his brain needs a reset and he just realized how tired he already is even though he’d slept all morning. Come on Peter, say something.
The only thing he can think of is “Percy” in a hoarse whisper that makes him cringe. But his amazing boyfriend whips around and looks at him with all the love in the world. Gods he really must have been worried. Peter feels guilty for making Percy worry. He knows that comes with both his titles but still.
Percy, as if knowing what was going on in his brain, carefully pulls him into a hug and whispers how worried he was and all the praise anyone could ever want for defeating the bull. And he just melts because Gods how did Peter get so lucky. He will never know.
Then he hears a cough. A purposeful cough to separate them which Peter is very much against. But Percy pulls away, just enough for Peter to burrow into his side, and they both turn to face the crowd. And again, he thinks about just how tired he is. That bull took a lot out of him. Or maybe it was the drugs. Mentally shrugging he goes to start the long explanation *cough* of lies *cough* but Percy just buts in with a crazy one lined sentence in an extremely intimating, and attractive, voice.
“He doesn’t owe you an explanation.” and ohh shit his boyfriend is very hot. But, regardless of his hotness, Peter just shakes his head and leads them both to the nearest couch. He starts slowly “I know you guys have some questions...” and that seemed to set Mr. Stark off. It seems like he’d just come back to his body, and he started practically yells about how confused they were and ‘ya I have some questions what do you think...’
However, before he could get very far Percy stops his parade with a single look, and did he mention how pretty his water boy is because he is pretty, and says, “Maybe if you gathered some patience and shut the fuck up for a minute, he could finish what HE was saying.”
That did seem to shut him up, so Peter started again, a little less slow, “ Sooo, questions?”