Whoa Dude - Look At That!
A/N - Heya folks. So to address the other fic I'm not updating right now (Fool Reversed) if you're here to check in on that - my dudes I am so sorry. I've got shite mental health at the moment and I'm really taking what I can get writing-wise. :/ I don't consider it a dead fic but I can't be sure when I'll do the final updates and I'm really sorry. To those of you here for this late update - hi! Again - mental health sucks but I love writing so I hope you enjoy! :D
Oh man why had he done that?? Peter’s face was still burning as he hurried back towards Aunt May’s, gripping the bag of cookies he’d accidentally on purpose forgotten to give to Mr Stark. The man was in intensive care, he didn’t need avocado chocolate chip cookies on top of that. Cacti? Why cacti? Was there an appropriate ‘I’m sorry I was totally incompetent when you took me to Germany to help your international superhero team’ gift? A ‘I’m sorry I didn’t stop the people who shot your best friend out of the sky’ gift? Even maybe a ‘I’m sorry I didn’t stick Captain America (CAPTAIN AMERICA) better with my webbing when he came after us but I didn’t take SUPER SOLDIER STRENGTH INTO ACCOUNT WHEN I MADE IT MR STARK SIR I AM SO SORRY YOU GOT HURT’ gift perhaps???
And then Mr stark had been so cool about it and had refused every apology and had even apologised to him and made him laugh and seemed really keen on the cacti and even introduced him to one of his friends who weren’t trying to kill them and Peter had gone and made a hash of that too and accused Mr Stark Iron Man Call Me Tony Kid of betraying his trust!
He was never going to be invited back to do ‘grown up’ superhero stuff again.
Peter carefully disposed of the cookies (were they – moulting? Wouldn’t that be the cherry on top of the cake if he had to one day defend the city from his Aunt’s home baking??) and slipped into the house, heading for his room at a speed that was probably nearer the ‘1.13% quicker than normal human reflexes are wont to be’ like Mr Stark’s friend Bruce had said.
“Peter?”
“Yes Aunt May?” He paused on the landing, keeping his tone light because if he did that then she might not want to ask questions and he might get away with burying himself in total abject embarrassment in his room like a normal 15-year-old for once.
“How is Mr Stark, honey?”
“He’s – not great, Aunt May. He liked the cacti and said thanks for the cookies. I’m gonna do my homework, okay?”
She stepped out of the kitchen and looked up the stairs at him, a small frown on her forehead. “Oh Peter, that bad?”
“I – he’s gonna get better he said, but –“
“But?”
“It – it’s wrong that it happened to him.” Whatever had happened. All Peter knew was that Mr Vision The Vision had said that ‘Mr Stark is recuperating from a combat in Siberia’ and why had he been in Siberia and why had Captain America not helped him? Wasn’t that the point of fighting the accords? To be able to help? Then why not Mr Tony? “I wanted to help.”
“I know.” She beckoned and he went to her because she was still home and mother-love and everything that he had always wanted as a child. “What else, dude?”
“Dude? Aunt May –“
“Dude. What’s up? What’s happening. What’s – ‘the hap’?” She made honest-to-god airquotes and he had to laugh. “What’s your beef?”
“Aunt May please stop.”
“I’ll stop when you tell me why the long face. Dude. Dude with the longest face in the world. Whoa, dude. Look at that! It’s Peter Parker with such a long face that horses are jealous!” Aunt May gave him a firm squeeze, and ruffled his hair. “Well? Is this about Germany?”
“G-germany?” Peter felt his stomach roll into a tiny ball and drop to his feet. “Wh-what about Germany?”
“Peter. I may be older than you but I’m not senile. Mr Stark thinks I’m a ‘hot aunt’,” (there were the airquotes again). “Do you think I’ve not noticed that you seem to be out a lot more recently? That you always seem to be sore or stiff or hurt? That this all started when a certain unnamed vigilante started working in the city? That you disappeared with Mr Stark about the same time Iron Man and Spiderman showed up in Germany and you came back injured in the same way I’d have expected him to be? Or that you look ridiculously guilty every time I tell you how happy I am that you’ve got a more active social life and have made all these friends you’re always hanging out with?”
Oh shit. Peter gulped and shook his head.
“Exactly. So I’ve got a pot of tea on, you’re going to come sit down and tell me all about it.” Aunt May’s smile hardened a little, like steel. “Aren’t you.”
“Yes ma’am.” He should definitely have stayed out to make sure those cookies wouldn’t take over Queens, Peter thought as he followed his aunt glumly to the living room. Even chocolate avocado would have been better than this.