Chapter 2
Peter woke up on an average Saturday morning after a long night of patrol. He groaned as he sat up going to stretch his arms out of reflex then remembering with a shooting pain that he’d been stabbed in the left bicep by a crazy dude dressed as a giant owl who tried more than once to spin his head around, what a fucking crackhead, but he was a crackhead with a machete so a problem in Peter’s opinion.
“Good morning, Peter. It is 9:07 am and it is a warm sunny day, although if you plan to go out I suggest you wear a hoodie” Friday announced in a kind tone that sounded like she was smiling, if AIs can smile that is.
Peter grabbed a quick shower before re-dressing his wound and carefully getting dressed into black skinny jeans, a loose fitting hoodie for his healing arm and his vans. He didn’t bother styling his hair as he planned to avoid Harley today as he couldn’t really hide how beat up he got the previous night.
While Harley knew all about his Spider-Manning activities Peter knew that he worried about him getting hurt and he didn’t want to cause unnecessary worry when he’d be fully healed by tomorrow at the latest.
Peter didn’t like seeing a frown on that gorgeous face, the thought of Harley made him smile as he walked into the kitchen in search of breakfast to scran and found his mom, dad and sister already sat at the table eating their fresh pancakes.
“Morning Peter, darling” Pepper smiled looking up from her laptop where she was already working. That woman was incredible, she did not stop, no wonder she and MJ got along so well.
“Ah morning Bambino” Tony chimed in sipping his coffee, “how was patrol last night? There’s pancakes on the counter for you”
“Noice,” Peter said walking straight for his stack, grabbing the delicacy and sitting next to Morgan, “Patrol was pretty normal, nothing interesting happened” Peter lied through a mouthful of heaven.
“Ohhh, so you don’t think a meth head dressed as a goddamn barn owl is interesting?? What is up with your generation?” Tony sassed.
“Um, I’ll have you know I'm 80% sure he was on coke so…” Peter replied nonchalantly sipping his milk.
“Cow juice is the devil” Morgan whispered out of lactose intolerance disgust.
“One of these days you two are gonna cause me to have an aneurysm” Tony deadpanned.
Just as Tony went back to his coffee Harley entered the room as the elevator opened with a ding.
“Make that you three”
“I feel like I’ve missed something here” Harley spoke sitting next to Pepper across from Peter, who was once again entranced by the taller boy’s tanned muscled arms on display from his tank top as though he just wanted to torture Peter. To make it worse he was wearing similar ripped skinny jeans as Peter showing off them thighs.
“Dad loses brain cells every time Peter opens his mouth” Morgan supplied causing Pepper and Harley to snort while Peter looked offended.
“Excuse me, how dare I came here to have a good time-”
“Yet I continue to be the smartest and most cleverest in the room”
“Whatever makes you sleep at night, Honey” Pepper laughed kissing Tony on the cheek and announcing her, Morgan and Tony were leaving for an appointment and they’d be back later.
Well that was shifty, Peter thought but decided not to think too much into it and made an excuse to Harley that he was meeting up with Ned and MJ which wasn’t true at all he was just an awkward soul and couldn’t risk the southern boy finding out about his stab wound which was proving more and more difficult after he had just walked into a wall and nearly screamed.
Gritting his teeth, Peter laughed it off and legged it to the elevator making his escape.
He’s such a fucking dork, he could literally break my legs and I’d thank him, Harley thought to himself before deciding he would work on building his prototype Iron Lad armour for the day.