Chapter summary: There was a glass of water on the bedside table next to a couple aspirin and a bottle of cologne. If Peter hadn’t known any better, he’d have thought he’d woken up hungover.
When he stretched, he felt the stitches in his side pull.
He reached over for his phone and didn’t find it. It took him a beat, two, of staring at the end table to remember everything.
Right. Kraven, MJ, stitches. Harley.
Harley. They were going to have to talk about… whatever that had been last night. The image of Harley scrubbing his clean hands with a towel replayed in Peter’s mind. He could hear Harley’s sharp tone in his ear please don’t tell me about the ways you’ve almost died.
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It took almost three hours for the doctors to clear all the burnt remnants of Steve’s gloves and boots from his damaged skin, soaking and re-soaking his hands and feet in a solution that smelled remarkably like oranges, for some strange reason. Steve had experienced minor burns in the past, while cooking or when he’d stayed outside in the sun for a bit too long, but they hadn’t been anything like this. While the doctors worked it was all he could do to keep from whimpering, biting his bottom lip so hard that Tony had to work it loose from his teeth, warning him that he was going to draw blood if he didn’t let go. Fluids and pain medicine flowed into two separate intravenous lines in his arms, but since none of the medical staff were aware of Steve’s increased metabolic requirements the medicine barely was able to take the edge off the pain, prompting Tony at one point to demand that one of the nurses increase his dosage.
Finally, after the ophthalmologist announced that Steve’s damaged eyes would require him being grounded for three days and his hands and feet were smeared with burn cream and wrapped in thick bandages, he was discharged out to the waiting room, where he and Tony found Sam Wilson pacing back and forth.
“Cap!” Sam said as Tony wheeled Steve in, feeling more foolish than he had in years with his four useless limbs and dark glasses. “You’re gonna be okay?”
“Yeah. This all looks a lot worse than it is,” Steve said. “Any news on Bucky?”
Sam’s lower lip started to shake, his dark eyes filling with tears. “He’s—he’s in surgery right now,” he whispered. “The docs… well… they think that he might—that he’s probably gonna lose his arm. That beam, whatever the hell it was, it blasted right through his aircraft and—and it got—it got his whole left side, but his arm took the brunt, so… they said that they’ll know more once they get in there and see the full extent of the damage, but… right now it’s not looking too good.”
“Gods, Captain,” Tony said, once again reading Steve’s thoughts perfectly. “I’m so sorry. That’s… well… that’s rough.”
“Sam,” Steve finally forced past the knot in his throat. He felt so sickened that he probably would’ve vomited had he had anything in his stomach. Bucky had wanted to be a pilot his entire life, ever since Steve had known him, and the thought of him losing one of his limbs, of never being able to fly ever again, it was—it was—
“I am so, so sorry. I should’ve—I should’ve gotten to him faster, I should’ve—”
“Babe, you can’t go blaming yourself,” Tony protested. “There’s nothing more that you could’ve done—”
“He’s right, Steve,” Sam said firmly. “The doctors told me that he wasn’t even breathing when his aircraft landed, so if you hadn’t gotten him out when you did there’s no telling what could’ve happened. He could’ve been left with brain damage, or—or—” Sam broke off, swiping at his nose. “He’s still alive, and that’s all that matters.”
He’s still alive, Steve thought, the words echoing inside his mind. He’s still alive. He’s not dead.
He’ll just be disabled for the rest of his life, but at least—
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It is Tony Stark’s 50th birthday
Just imagine him celebrating with his wife and daughter, his spider-son and his aunt, potato-son, blue space daughter, Rhodey, Bruce and Happy. And of course, Gerald, his alpaca son
Because that is what is happening
He’s not dead
But another old joke from Harley and he might wish he was 😉
Happy Birthday to my Dad
thinking about New York by St. Vincent but it’s about Tony and Peter’s father-son bond
It be that way sometimes
i desperately need Lanky Boy Peter who is Taller Than His Mr Stark and tony Hates It So Much
like peter is just a long boy, and in the peak of his Huge Teenage Boy Growth Spurts when he meets tony. so tony just watches him shoot up like a damn sprout, and the absolute second peter gets a centimeter taller than tony, tony feels a disturbance in the force
he gets a shiver. peters not even there
pepper: what is it hon?
tony: peter is taller than me…. i need to buy some heels, STAT
and tony, 5'9", is surpassed by his 6'4" child who slouches bc hes a bit embarrassed about how tall he is and tony just finds it infuriating that its his face in peter’s chest when they hug
he totally loves it, but dont tell peter that, he has an image he needs to maintain
but that doesnt stop peter from, after a bad nightmare or just on a clingier day, from crawling up for some solid dad-figure cuddles from tony and making himself as small as physically possible so he better fits against Tony’s chest and u KNOW tony bundles up his lanky child as tight as he can and savors every second
(and dont get me wrong tho tony is still Bulkier than peter, bc even when peter “fills out” he is still just a very Lean boy, he never rly bulks up)
just… tall, awkward, lanky peter. thank you for ur time
The Burlesque Lounge: Part 8
After showing my old castmates around my current place of business, I head backstage to start getting ready. I catch the end of an argument between Flash and Tony.
“You’re drunk, go home.”
“I can’t go home I’m about to go on!”
“You’re gonna go home.”
“Relax. It is one drink. What is the big deal?”
“Peter you’re gonna take Flash’s spot.” I look up.
“He can’t dance my part!”
“What? No I—”
“Oh yes he can and he will.”
“No, no, no. Oh my God, I can’t do that.” I backtrack.
“No, no, no, wait. You said you can do any number, right?”
“Now, I just don’t wanna step on anybody toes.”
“Then don’t.” Flash steps forward as Tony blocks him.
“I don’t ca—listen to me. You’re gonna go on, and you’re gonna go home. Here, put this on.” He tosses clothes at me.
As I change I learn that I’m leading a group number with MJ.
We all get in positions and she smiles at me.
The music starts, but stops within the first verse. Everyone freezes. Me and MJ look at each other, and everyone else on stage with us (Betty and Shuri on her side, Sey and Abe on mine).
No one knows what to do.
I hear Tony and Rhodey whisper-yelling about Ned being down and Flash saying Tony needed him.
The curtain starts coming down.
“Am I throwing you off?” MJ looks at me.
“Nope.” I respond. She smiles.
“Didn’t think so.” The curtain begins to rise as we go through the routine to the best of our ability while singing instead of lip syncing. The band manages to catch up with us.
By the time we are done, the crowd is on their feet, and everyone is screaming. The lights go off and MJ jumps into my arms. We have a moment of HOLY FUCK before everyone else joins in on it.
“Oh, Tony we just—I didn’t know what to do—the music stopped—”
“You sing?” Tony asks, nearly silencing everyone. Me and MJ nod.
“I didn’t even know you—” We laugh as we realize we were talking at the same time.
“You guys… You sounded amazing up there together. I…” He takes a breath. “Guys, do you know the songs?” The band members nod. “Okay. So tomorrow, we are going to rehearse all day long, and then tomorrow night, you will be singing. And we are going to go into the show, live.” Me and MJ grab each other’s hands.
“Go with the guys, find out what keys you are comfortable singing the songs in… I am going to plan an entirely new show.” Everyone starts squealing and doting on us. While we just stand there, excited but shocked.
“Clearly one of us has underestimated the other.” Flash crosses his arms and flares at me before turning away.“
"Ignore him, he’s a prick.” MJ says, and she hugs Shuri. “Let’s go do that.”
After figuring out the keys, I go out to meet my old friends. Right out of the backstage door, is Obadiah Stane.
“I cannot believe Tony has you guys burried in the kickline.” I shrug.
“He didn’t know we sang.”
“Well you can and you are way too good to be doing it here.” Yea no shit, we used to sing while we practiced at the circus. Obviously I don’t say that. “How about a drink?”
“Bar is right over there. Tell Harley I sent you.” I walk away towards my friends, who start screaming.
“Oh my god that was amazing!” Nat squeezes me.
“I do not support the selling of sex considering you are under twenty-one but damn you are so good!” Steve pats my shoulder.
“Kid you have a great voice and a body built for that business.”
“Uh, thanks, Thor…”
“I didn’t turn my hearing aides back on until like halfway through but it was really good, Peter.”
“Thanks.” I smile at my friends.
We spend the rest of the time goofing off, until I have to go back and change, and then we start closing up.
“Who knew that you could do that?” I smile at Harley. “It was amazing, you two are great together.” MJ laughs.
“Who knew any white boy could sing like that?” Shuri bumps my arm with hers.
“How do you do that?” I shrug at Rhodey. He looks at MJ.
“I don’t know. It just happens. I just do it.”
“I know how that feels. I gotta pee again, so…” Bethany, she’s pregnant, gets up, and Betty starts poking her in the stomach. “Stop!”
“We’re gonna go get something to eat. You wanna come?” I look at Shuri and Everyone.
“Yeah, I would.”