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You:
Peter found his fathers in the center of the penthouse, together on the sofa. He waited a minute before interrupting their show and set his book bag down by the kitchen island. It'd been a strange day at school, just as it had been a strange week. The sixteen year old was going through some... well... changes. He didn't know how to face them yet. Sometimes they were getting him into trouble and other times good things came from it. Like today. "...Hey... Um, I'm home." he spoke in a tone that said he knew that was cliche but he didn't know how else to get their attention.
Stranger:
"Hey sport," Steve was the first to notice him, smiling and waving a hand at him. Another hand went up and it was unsurprisingly his husband's, who was lying his head in Steve's lap, too comfortable to even stand up. "Come here, bud," Tony called out, while Steve nudged him to shift his legs so Peter could sit with them. "How's school?"
You:
His smile seemed forced and awkward, his gums showing at the top and it was lopsided. He'd been living with his heroes for almost three years now and he hadn't been a day without at least one of them since. So they were close, despite becoming a family so late in the game. Peter still gave them the same respect, sometimes the same attitude, but most of all the same adoration as any father-son relationship deserved. He sat up on the arm of the sofa with his feet on the cushions. Only after kicking off his sneakers, of course! "Good." He answered absently and looked to see what was on television but it was a commercial now. Darn, nothing more to stall with. "Uh, hey... so... You guys. You're not... like... busy tonight? For any reason? Maybe?"
Stranger:
"Hm? No, not particularly." Steve looked at Peter with some concern; the only time when he would hear that tone was when Peter was upset. He and Tony loved Peter dearly and fiercely and he was the son that Steve and Tony had always wanted. "Tony?" He looked down at his husband, who shook his head and both of them shared a mutual glance. "Nah, work in the lab can wait." He sat up, ruffling his hair before going over and ruffling Peter's hair as well. "So? What's eating you, bud?" As dense as Tony sometimes was, if anything, he was most perspective when it came to his family, and that would never change.
You:
Cheeks glowing pink, as they always did from this gesture, Peter ducked his head down and looked up through his long brown lashes. "Um. I don't know. I was- There's this-..." He bit his bottom lip and glanced back and forth between the too. For a genius he wasn't very articulate. "...I don't think you're gonna believe me." He let out a chuckle-exhale and his shoulders tensed upwards. "Don't laugh, okay?" He made them promise before he'd go any further.
Stranger:
Steve and Tony exchanged looks, wondering what possibly would have warranted that reaction. "...Okay," Steve agreed readily and he would keep his word, while Tony wasn't making any promises. "Just spill it out, Pete." "What's wrong, Peter?" Both of them asked at the same time.
You:
"Hypothetically..." Of course that was never true any time he used it. That word coming from Peter meant the exact opposite, just that he was afraid to be straight forward about the subject. "If I were to be like- Pft, I don't know. Let's just say, for fun, I was... playing... on the school... basketball team tonight... ... Would you guys come?" He bit his bottom lip again. "...To the game?" This was their straight A all AP and advanced, above average son. The one that enjoyed bioinformatics in now way a sixteen year old should. He tried to play tennis with Clinton once and fell on his face. Twice.
Stranger:
... Well. That was unexpected. Steve merely raised an eyebrow in confusion while Tony couldn't help it: he started to snigger once the thought hit home, causing Steve to whack him gently on the shoulder. "Tony," he said reprovingly while Tony winced, because gentle coming from Captain America was like being hit with a baseball bat. "Peter, may I ask what brought this hypothetical question on?" Steve too, couldn't contain his amused smile.
You:
Oh god. He wanted to hide. If he could just be an X-Men for a day, he'd switch abilities with Kitty right now and melt straight through the ground. "......I'm... It's not." He mumbled quietly, his pink cheeks had evolved to a rosy red. He could feel their heat but there wasn't anything he could do about it. "Hypothetical. I mean." He was holding his breath without realizing it.
Stranger:
"... Really, Peter?" Steve honestly couldn't believe it. Peter was a mixture of the both of them, and he and Tony weren't exactly the athletic types to start with. "The basketball team?" Tony, on the other hand, was a lost cause. He started to laugh loudly, throwing his head back and snickering his guts out. Steve could only look at his husband with exasperation as he gave Peter a quick, assuring smile. "Just ignore him, Peter. How did this happen?" He was genuinely curious.
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