Sep. 21st, 2020 at 8:28 PM
WHO: Tony Stark, Peter & May Parker
WHAT: Reunions
WHERE: Tony's office in the building
WHEN: Monday, Sept. 21
WARNINGS: Tony's mouth, probably
Tony dashed a note to May on the network once he heard from Peter. Should he have waited to see the boy with his own two eyes? What if he was hurt? Peter might not want his aunt seeing him hurt. But what if he wasn't hurt? May would want to see her nephew straight away. Tony knew that because he needed to see Peter right away. He needed to see he was whole and healthy and alive.
"Calm down, Stark," he muttered to himself. "Calm the fuck down. The kid can't see you like this." He took several deep breaths and imagined Rhodey talking him down from a panic attack. He focused on what Rhodes would say if he was there. "Gotta be there for the kid," Tony, then much calmer, reminded himself.
WHAT: Reunions
WHERE: Tony's office in the building
WHEN: Monday, Sept. 21
WARNINGS: Tony's mouth, probably
Tony dashed a note to May on the network once he heard from Peter. Should he have waited to see the boy with his own two eyes? What if he was hurt? Peter might not want his aunt seeing him hurt. But what if he wasn't hurt? May would want to see her nephew straight away. Tony knew that because he needed to see Peter right away. He needed to see he was whole and healthy and alive.
"Calm down, Stark," he muttered to himself. "Calm the fuck down. The kid can't see you like this." He took several deep breaths and imagined Rhodey talking him down from a panic attack. He focused on what Rhodes would say if he was there. "Gotta be there for the kid," Tony, then much calmer, reminded himself.
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Peter's not even thinking as he sees Mr. Stark move closer. He's operating nearly on auto-pilot and all but falls into the embrace. He hugs tight, clinging to Mr. Stark. And now he knows why he was shaking - he wasn't sure this was real. The messages earlier could've been anything, even his mind playing tricks on him. But this is real. Mr. Stark is really here. Maybe alive. Definitely solid.
"Hey, kid," he said softly after a moment. "Long time, no see." He chuckled and gently moved so he could look at Peter's face. "Next time I tell you to go home, kid...go home."
He tries not to, but he sniffles a little. "How?" he says. And he doesn't even care if it makes no sense.
Peter doesn't know who Morgan is or why her being four then sixteen would matter. But the next part he is very aware of. "Mine too. Like - m-minutes ago." Minutes. Less than thirty of them. His head is a little scrambled. He'll eat in a bit. Right now, he's clinging to the man he literally watched die before he was ripped through time and space to wherever here is.
Ah. That explained the shaking then. The poor kid was from a hell of a time.
"Oh, Pete." Tony's eyes glistened, but he blinked back the tears threatening to fall. "I'm fine. I'm right here. And May is on her way. Everything is okay now." He brought his hands to Peter's cheeks and kissed his forehead, like he had Morgan not long ago. Peter wasn't his son, but he didn't care. That boy woke up Tony's fatherly instincts years ago. Tony knew that now.
Peter's gonna cry. He can feel the tears sitting right there. He's trying to hold them back and not turn into a mess. Then Mr. Stark kisses his forehead and he can't anymore. He buries his face in Mr. Stark's shirt and lets the tears fall. The mix of emotions is way too much and they have to go somewhere. "I-I'm s-sorry, Mr. S-Stark." Don't ask him what for, he doesn't know. Maybe for not saving him. Maybe for not being faster or better or whatever it was he was supposed to be so that it ended differently.
May wanted to see Peter. Granted, she'd seen him just that morning in her reality, but now she was in a new one and she needed to see her nephew. It was May and Peter against the world in many ways; she had to make sure her last family member was alright.
She rushed to Tony's office once she got his message on the network and knocked on his door, calling, "Tony? Peter?" However, she didn't wait for either to respond before pushing the door open. "Oh, baby." Peter must have been from a bad time. It made her stomach lurch. She also needed a moment to collect herself on seeing Tony alive.
He wanted to tell Mr. Stark to not let go, but he didn't want to sound like a child. So, he held on instead. He'd let go eventually.
Peter sensed May coming before she got to the office. Her voice was far more comforting than he ever thought it would be. He lifted his head and turned toward the door. As much as he didn't want to let Mr. Stark go, he peeled his fingers from the man's shirt and took the few steps toward his aunt so he could hug her too.
May hugged Peter tightly and kissed his cheek. "Baby, it is okay," she promised. "What's going on?" She smoothed his hair and fussed over her boy. "Everything is fine now. We're all here together," she said, indicating Tony too.
"Too much," he said. There really was way too much going on for him to explain everything. How did one explain that they'd been gone for five years, only to come back and watch one of the most important people in his life die, then to get whisked away from that to a strange world where that person isn't dead and everything is sideways?
Then a thought occurred to him. "Are we all supposed to be here?" The question directed as much to Mr. Stark as it was to May.
May's face softened. Her poor kid. No wonder he was so upset. He'd just come from a battle and watching his mentor pass. "Everything happens for a reason," she told Peter in response to his question. "So, yes, I think we are meant to be here together."
Tony wasn't quite so optimistic, but he added, "We were bringing you all back," he explained. "From the snap. We opened some other portal and it is a bit complicated, but I'm sorting it out."
"I believe this is the universe's response to us fucking...ah, sorry, May...to us messing with time," Tony admitted. "We created a new dimension somehow. I don't think going home will be that easy, but I don't want to cause panic among everyone so that stays between us, hmm?"
May rolled her eyes. "I've said worse." She winked at her nephew. "Right, honey?"
He nodded at Mr. Stark. He wasn't going to say it, but he didn't really want to go home. He'd rather stay here. But, at the same time, he didn't want to destroy the fabric of the universe either.
With a sigh, his weary shoulders sagged a little. "Um, since I can't walk around like this," he motioned to his suit, "do you - do you have clothes I can change into? And, um, maybe somewhere I can shower?" He would eat after that, right now, he was too grungy.
"Mine is closer," Tony agreed, picking up on May's hint. "And I have plenty of clothes until we get you some of your own." He ruffled Peter's hair. "Then we'll have lunch and...when you are ready, you'll meet Morgan? My daughter?"
"Right now, I just wanna clean up and get food. I - I don't think I want to be around more people just yet." Though, the fact that he let go of Mr. Stark and isn't half-buried against Aunt May was pretty impressive at this point. He's had a pretty shit day so far.
May kissed Peter's cheek again. "Yeah, go on with Mr. Stark. I'll be waiting when you are ready."
"Mr. Stark," he said quietly, "this is gonna sound stupid, but I feel like I've really missed you even though, for me, you were only gone for a couple minutes." He wasn't even factoring in the whole 'dying' thing.
Then he shook his head and stopped to hug him again. "I'll never be sick of you."
He chuckled. "Well, good, because you don't need your webbing to be stuck with me."
He gestured to the apartment door. "This is me," he said as he placed his hand over the Touch ID lock. "I'll get you some clothes for the next couple of days. We'll have to go shopping, yeah?"
"Bad jokes - knew I was missing something."
Peter nodded at the mention of shopping, but he felt a little uneasy about it. Sure, Mr. Stark had plenty of money, but that didn't mean that Peter wanted to just take it. It's one of those things that would just always feel weird to him. "Yeah, o-okay." He stepped through the door into the apartment. "I'm going to use up all of your hot water, just so you know. I'm covered in dirt and crap from at least three different planets and an alien spaceship."
Now that he was clean, he could get a good look at what his external, superficial injuries might be. There weren't that many, just a few cuts and bruises here and there. He could feel some sore spots where he'd gotten tossed around the battlefield. All of the physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional mess he was still sorting through. That was going to take a while.
He wrapped himself in the big fluffy robe FRIDAY directed him to, then stepped out of the bathroom in search of Mr. Stark and whatever clothes he was going to be able to wear until he had his own stuff.
"Hey, kid," he said when he spotted Peter fresh out of the shower. He was sitting on the sofa, clicking away on his phone. "Ready for that pizza?"
There's no fight at all when Mr. Stark suggested he sleep. Despite having no idea how long he'd been awake, he hadn't really felt tired until just now. He didn't say anything, just rested his head on the pillow and tucked his feet up on the couch. "Will you..." a slightly hitched breath, "will you just - talk to me until I fall asleep?"
It didn't take him very long to fall asleep, but he had forced himself to stay awake a little longer than he might otherwise, just to listen to all the things Mr. Stark said they were gonna do. He wanted to stay awake longer and keep listening, but his weary body wouldn't let him and he finally drifted off, relaxing against Mr. Stark's lap.