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Stranger: (TW: Homelessness and violence) Peter Parker knew he was different. He understood that it wasn’t normal to be able to stick to things, lift things ten times his weight, and sense things before they happened. But it wasn’t like he had asked for this. No one gave him a choice when his parents’ plane crashed when he was four and him and his father were dragged off to be held by Hydra. It certainly wasn’t his father’s choice when he had been forced to perfect the spider formula under threat that Peter would end up like his mother, shot and buried in an unmarked grave. His father hadn’t been expecting Peter to be used as the first test subject at age six and then killed when they saw that it had worked (they had the formula, they had their weapon, why else would they need him). But after escaping Hydra when he was fourteen, all he wanted to be was normal. He made his way back to his hometown of New York, managed to smuggle himself in Midtown and all he wanted to do was to learn and forget the past. However, that involved him sleeping in an alley on nights when the shelters were full, curled up under his sweatshirt, using his backpack as a pillow.

You: Stark commonly didn't get out much; given he was an entrepreneur of technology for the ages, and engineering models for fun. His work was commonly taken as, heavenly. Extraordinary, even. The man himself though wasn't much of an outside person, so it was on rare occasion one would even view him outside. His Black Sabbath cap was on to hopefully hide his pin-point style of hair, and different type of sleek (and not as 'diva' as he'd like) sunglasses that still had his A.I. FRIDAY monitored inside. Stark also had worn a dark grey slightly bigger than his normal form of wear, coat shirt under a black hoodie. Below were baggy black sweatpants with a soft inside; same cotton as his black socks, those hidden by plain sneakers. Oh, how badly he wanted to show off his other wear.. but alas, he didn't want anyone to notice he as Tony fucking Stark out on a stroll. Because.. it was nice out. But, he was also pretty hungry. And he badly wanted to get to Delmar's Deli-Shop. But to get there quicker to it, he decided to sneak into an alleyway within Midtown. It was an okay thing to do, if you could defend yourself. But Tony could've sworn his muscles tensed. He stood, about halfway already through the Alleyway; deciding he had walked by a /human being/ just now. A rather /short/ one as well.. and Stark wasn't a cruel man. He had actually narrowed his eyes while turning around, and getting to his knees. Never mind the gunk on them now and the wet from previous nights of rain, or precipitation around the top of the two buildings sandwiching the opening here. Tony instinctively set his left hand to the other's head, checking if he had any blows there, and gently shook the boy. "Hey.. Hey, there, bud. What's up? Why're you in an Alleyway? It's incredibly dangerous for you, here. You got anywhere to go?" He tried to speak in a low and hushed voice, but he himself was already a little tense. Who knows if he was actually attempting to wake up a 14 year old junkie that did this to attract people that had a nurturing nature to them and rob, or kill them here? He had FRIDAY to protect him, anyway. And this kid didn't seem a threat.

Stranger: Peter was a light sleeper, especially when he was sleeping rough. In the shelter, he could let his guard down a bit and allow himself to rest with the reassurance that there was at least a security system letting people in and out. He did still have to worry about people taking his stuff in the middle of the night though. When he wasn't in the shelter, he was lucky to sleep two hours at a time always worried that someone would spot him, that one of his Hydra supervisors from Hydra would take advantage of his momentary rest and drag him back. So it was unlike him to not hear Tony sneak up on him like that, but he had been feeling sick this week, coughing more. He still didn't have a plan for what to do during the winter when he couldn't thermoregulate. However when Tony placed a hand on him, he flinched back, his eyes shooting up as adrenaline coursed through him. He didn't recognize the man in front of him, but it could always be a new recruit aimed to bring him in, "S-s-stay away from me," he stuttered clutching the backpack close to his chest.

You: Startled by the boy becoming suddenly lively, but upset, it worried Stark instantly. "Whoa, whoa-" His hands both came up, revealing the various scars he had on them from working with metal and components to different machinery. "It's alright. Not gonna hurt you, or anything.." Narrowing his eyes once more, it gave FRIDAY a chance to formerly look into details. He slightly fixated the sunglasses' position on his face to be a little loose, allowing FRIDAY a bigger range to look into while they both admired the teenager's face. "You sound quite congested, kid. Not good for you to be out here-" What would happen if he asked about parents? Any guardians? He didn't want to risk it, personally. His own father had been a bad figure for him.. that's why he had JARVIS. The topic of parents was heavy on him, and he knew how it felt. "-I'm not here to take you anywhere bad. I was really just going to get food, but spotted a human body. And it's just common decency to try and care a bit for those who need help.. So please, come with me, I'll get you something hot to eat and drink, and maybe bring you to where I live. You can't be sleeping out here, it's bad for your health." At this point he was just rambling a bit to let the microphone part of the sunglasses blare for FRIDAY to speak to him, and let the other not know he was also listening to his AI that was saying different specifications about him. Peter Parker.. huh. He didn't know that name.

Stranger: Peter had tried to stay under the radar the best he could since he came back to New York. He knew that he should be a part of the foster care system, but even if he used a different name to try and get some help, Hydra would be able to track his face in the system. It wouldn't be until he was older and lost some more of his baby fat that he would feel safer. He stared at the man trying to figure out why exactly he wanted to help him. He covered his mouth, coughing into his elbow. He knew it wasn't safe out here, but it was the best that he could do for tonight. "It's really not that bad," he tried to wave off the man attempting to stand, keeping one hand tucked inside his sweatshirt and on his webshooters in case he needed to use them to detain the man. But he really didn't want to run and half to start over his life all over again. "The roof hangs over and keeps it mostly dry and the dumpster blocks most of the wind," his stomach growled though and he blushed. "Maybe something hot to drink would be nice," he admitted. As long as he didn't go home with the man, it should be fine.

You: Skeptical of the boy, Tony kept his eyes still on Peter. He was reading different things on him- secret files that FRIDAY was able to bypass, like any other amazing AI could. JARVIS could do this, but he didn't really think it'd be fair to bring back that older AI to just have the sake of a fatherly figure back in his life. FRIDAY was almost the motherly figure anyway. But no one was better than.. her. And he didn't feel like remembering right now. Instead, he stood when the boy did, looming a bit in a towering stance that cut out a bit of light from where the sun beamed into this crack of New York's hidden parts. "The sides also don't provide enough help to keep rain out." Stark pointed to his pants. "The gravel here is slanted like a hill, so it actually doesn't do a lot of help for any type of rain- unless sprinkling. And America's weather is never kind enough to us, like that. Also, the dumpster's original placement was.. about-" He checked around the corner, then sneered at Peter as he looked back. "Several inches away from where it is /suppose/ to be. That just shows how much it 'block' for you, when it has moved up off the wall even by three, to five inches maybe. Not a lot of coverage, is it, kid?" Stark wasn't necessarily trying to hide his voice anymore, but he did smile a bit. "Thanks for giving me the offer to show off my intellect a bit, but my concern is more of your well being right now. Come on with me, and i'll get you something to enjoy. You can decide after you have something warm in ya' if you want to come with me, or not. It's not like i'm going to take you somewhere against your will and hurt you, cause that's the last thing i'd do that. Only /villains/ do that."

Stranger: Peter was still looking at him warily. It was clear that this man was incredibly smart and not just your usual passerby that he sometimes used to get a free meal off when things were really desperate for him. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing, it meant that Peter's lies needed to be more air tight around him if he wanted to avoid getting pushed into somewhere he didn't want to be. He didn't exactly think this man was Hydra, he carried himself too confidently, thought too much. So he could at least trust him for a meal. "Seems like something that a villain would say," he countered teasing Tony gently. "Trying to lull me into a false sense of security by saying everything is my choice," he raised an eyebrow and slipped the backpack onto his bed fiddling with the hood of his jacket. "But since you woke me up from my nap, I guess I could use some tea or something as payment." '

You: Standing there in a prideful manner and smirk, Stark wasn't expecting to be called a villain. He would have barked insults and yelled he was Tony Stark, causing a possible scene and maybe a flashmob- but he wasn't going to. Not out on a 14 year old, even. FRIDAY was even trying to calculate responses- and she had the panel full of things to say. But he blinked, and dismissed it all- giving a courageous step forward, and poking a finger at Peter, eyes cold behind the sunglasses. "False security? You're smart for a kid, bud. Keep it that way, and you might find yourself in Stanford, Berkeley or Harvard. Smart people are usually stubborn and like that demeanor you got. Keep it close to you.." The man then stepped back some to give the other some room. "But, yes. I'll at the least get you something to drink.. Tea? Oh, /god/." His tongue spit itself out, him groaning in disgust. "Gross.. not even a robot can make that leaf-water taste good." He muttered rather low, and put his hands into his own hoodie pockets, and gestured him to follow. "Come on, then. Let's go."

Stranger: Peter knew that he was smart. It was what had kept him alive over the years. When he was younger, when his father would come home from the lab he would check over the work that he had set up for Peter while he slept, determined to still give his son some sort of an education. He remembered his father asking for more and more books, showing his son short cuts in calculations and while at Hydra he had learned more of his street smarts. he quickly determined what would get him punished and what wouldn't. They were training him to be a weapon, not one that could think outside of Hydra, but one that could perfectly execute a mission, so he knew all about the best angle for a bullet and how to diffuse a bomb under three minutes. He kept up with his classmates at Midtown now. He raised his chin trying to challenge Tony as he came closer to him, forcing himself not to flinch back and instead steeling his look before giving him a quick nod. "Tea is warm, sir," Peter countered as he walked out of the alley with the man. "It won't keep me up like coffee and unlike water it actually tastes like something, if you put a lot of honey into it."

You: Stark felt his pocket.. move? Ah, vibrate, then when they left the alley-way. "Hold on, allow me to take this call." The man stopped walking just as they were about to exit the alley, him raising a brow to the voice. A few seconds passed, and he hissed into the phone. "This isn't the time to be talking business, damnit. I'm busy, alright? If you want to discuss what happened months ago, then you talk to my lower peers. Not me myself." His eyebrows had burrowed, instantly hanging up. "Business call, sorry. Some people are god damn closed-minded.. Geniuses like us just gotta stick together and make it easy for them, though. Maybe human evolution has just /stopped/ altogether.." The man smirked to himself, and then exited the alley with Peter. They had to walk up the street a bit, then cross- and turn a block to get to the Deli, but it was worth it. Just a bit away. When finally they arrived to the front entrance, Stark opened the door for Peter- and let him go in first, then Stark did himself. "Delmar, buddy, great seeing you. Hey- I got someone with me that will be taking their pick. You know the drill for me, though." He snapped quickly, watching Peter with intent. Maybe he'd look for something small? He'd purposely make it larger, then.

Stranger: Peter had watched Stark curiously as he took the phonecall. He was still trying to figure out why he had immediately taken a liking to him and was willing to feed him when Peter had told him very little. The man hadn't even asked about his name. It was very odd in his opinion. He could tell that how the man talked on the phone indicated that he was very high up in his business if he could speak like that with no reprecussions. He wanted to ask what kind of business the man was in by the time that they had arrived at Delmar's and the man had already started rattling off what he wanted. He was very familiar with this deli and greeted the man with a small, "Hi Mr. Delmar," he turned his attention to the ginger cat on the counter. "Hi Murph," he scratched the cat behind his ears. "Hi Peter, I got a shift open tomorrow night if you would like it," the man asked and Peter nodded agreeing though he was a bit nervous about Stark knowing where he would be the next day. "Just one of the ham sandwiches please, can you smoosh it really flat? And just some hot water please," he ordered trying to get the feeling of Stark's eyes boring into him out of his mind.

You: Watching Peter like a hawk was one thing. But seeing that the ordeal was almost /familiar/ to Peter's day-to-day routine was another thing. Stark visibly had become relaxed, and slowly set his hands behind his back- to rest on one palm, and the other hands' back over his lower back. He wanted to ask about how he had become formal to the area, but figured that indeed, Peter wasn't a junkie. Just a homeless kid making do. That.. kinda hurt him. In fact, it made his eyes narrow all sad-like and start conversation again. "So you two know each other.. good thing. I have to say, Delmar- Peter's a good kid. He's already shown me that he's pretty smart.. It'd be nice to have a fellow genius in the work place. All those scientists don't know what they're doing, I tell you." Stark chuckled, leaning on the counter. But, the man gestured the other bearded male to him- and whispered something. Too feint for Peter's heightened hearing to even hear, that was how hushed. Soon- Delmar came back to him with a swiss cheese and smoked turkey deli sandwich, and sour cream and onion chip bag with a Dr. Pepper. As for Peter.. he got his ham sandwich, and then a tall cup of /tea/. Make that green tea with enough sugar for a teenager to take, and not get addicted. "A tea for the young gent' and his ham sandwich." Stark grinned, opening up his own sandwich to take a large bite and enjoy it. "-Well, Peter. You can come with me to where I live and see just what I work with if you'd like. Again, you're smart, and i'm sure you can understand it.. What do you say? I understand of course, if you don't want to."

Stranger: It made Peter feel a bit more at ease that Delmar recognized the man. If he was someone with the attention of hurting him, he was sure that Mr. Delmar wouldn't just strike up a relationship with him. He knew he wasn't old enough to work legally, but after the man saw him rooting around in the garbage for a meal, he had invited Peter to occasionally stock at night for him, paying him in cash under the table. "Course I know he's smart, he goes to that fancy STEM school," Mr. Delmar responsed to him as Peter ducked his head feeling a bit overwhelmed at the amount of information that was being shared about him. He took a long sip for his tea, letting it warm his body. "You should go with him, kid, might even get you a real job if Tony Stark is taking you to tour his work," Peter's head shot up when Mr. Delmar mentioned that name and going pale. How could he be that stupid? He hadn't seen many pictures of Tony without his suit on, but he was very familiar with his work. "I-I-I don't know," he stuttered.

You: "STEM School? Well, i'll be damned.." The man hummed low, checking his phone for something really quick. He was nodding his head with what he was seeing- looking between Peter and his phone. It was a match, from the records that FRIDAY pulled up. Good thing Delmar was a little air-headed enough to make sure he wasn't doing anything wrong- but Stark in all fairness was very well known, and wasn't going to get on his favourite deli-shop owner for paying an under aged child. Peter needed it. Though, he did raise a brow at Peter when he seemed.. shocked. "I guess he didn't know that Tony Stark was talking him up. Kind of the point of a /disguise/, Mister Delmar." The male quirked a brow and a sudden glare to the shop owner- then he turned to Peter. "It's all good. Plus, i'll know that you may be here tomorrow if anything. I'll give you a day to think over it, and meet you here- same time tomorrow we're here, which is.. around 4:30. If you're not interested, just say so then. Alright? Just.. be safe out there, Peter. Bad people exist and they've already taken a toll on almost everyone."

Stranger: Mister Delmar frowned since he knew that Peter didn't have a place to go tonight, not if he was showing up in his shop this late in the day. He knew that Peter sometimes lost his spot at the shelter when he went to school and he admired that the kid still had a solid work ethic and was trying to get an education despite the past that he refused to talk about. "Come on kid, you're not working tonight, you'll be working tomorrow, think of it like a field trip," Mr. Delmar stressed to the boy who was fiddling with his hands. Maybe Stark would be kind and put a roof over Peter's head tonight. The boy bit his lip clearly unsure of what to do when he noticed that it was starting to pour outside. There goes any chance of a dry spot to sleep and with the library closed early tonight, he wasn't sure where else he would go. "Alright," he nodded agreeing with Tony. "I guess I can see your work."

You: Stark had recognized the aura to the shop now, and he just ever so slowly took another bite of his deli sandwich, humming to lighten the mood. It seemed to, to him at least. "This is the best deli shop /ever/.." It was as if he was just trying to play coy- which, he totally was by the way. At the comment about working though.. he rose a brow. "I think I got a field of work for Peter to do for me if he accepts. But yeah- don't think too much about it as a bad thing, Peter- it's not like i'm gonna bite ya'." He grinned wide, fixating the sunglasses. He was rather happy when Peter accepted to come see his work, wrapping his sandwich back up and placing it into the bag. "Great! Let's go to my tower, then." That was easy. Stark moved to leave the shop first, trying to let Peter enjoy the lack of a possible menacing billionaire for a while before they had to head over to the tower.

Stranger: "You deserve a chance Peter, you work hard," Mr. Delmar gave him one final word of encouragement before focusing on a new customer that had enterred the shop. Peter supposed that if he could get an internship with Stark Industries, he might have a shot at one of those colleges that Tony had mentioned with a full scholarship. Not many high schoolers could get a job somewhere as presitigous as that. He took another bite of the sandwich before placing the rest in his backpack to save for later following the man out of the deli. "Thank you for the offer Mr. Stark," he replied politely trying to put his best foot forward now.

You: Stark was just mindlessly humming to a song stuck in his head, leaning back and watching people come pass him. But, he was a little startled when he heard Peter leave- and call him 'Mister Stark'. A low hiss escaped his lips, and he began to look around all carefully. "-Yeah, yeah- no problem. Look. First things first- when I'm out in a disguise like this, you don't call me that. Call me Edward, just- as my middle name so people don't get excited. People will do anything to get me alone with them.." He shivered all uncomfortable, trying to move his legs along with the shorter male. They headed right towards his Tower now, and Stark could have sworn he saw someone across the street he recognized. Cold eyes had been seen- and a pale face. That's all he had seen, and instantly sped up. It be a good or bad instinct, he wanted to get far /now/. "-Sorry, just.. saw someone I thought I recognized. Lord.. Let's hope we don't get stopped."

You: [Brb]

Stranger: (Ok!)

Stranger: Peter nodded when Tony asked to be called Edward when they were out in public. He could intimately understand wanting to keep a low radar. He had a million last names when he registered for things like school, library cards, shelters, none that could be connected to one another. He didn't dare use his real full name. That would just be stupid. But Peter was a pretty common enough middle name he didn't feel the need to change it. And it connected him to the part of his past that he missed, his parents. He barely remembered his Mom at this point, having more memories of his Dad, who was constantly trying to make him feel safe despite being in captivity himself. He tensed up when Tony had started to speed up and head towards the Tower. He knew that some of Tony's enemies were the same as his. "Who?" He asked urgently as he tucked his hood a little tighter around his body to shield his face.

You: [Back]

Stranger: (Ok!)

You: "Kid, I don't know /who/- I just know, if I recognize a face, I gotta /speed up/." Stark hissed back, and he looked around all cool for a second. He fixed his sunglasses to allow FRIDAY to start scanning, but he had been moving his head a little too quickly- so he wasn't able to find anything sadly. Good enough for him, though. Walking was good enough for him to get to the Stark Tower soon enough and feel safe from all the surveillance, so once he was inside, Stark instantly relaxed and went for his private elevator. The guards didn't even bat an eye to Peter- since they knew better than to question it. "Welcome back, Boss. And welcome, Peter B. Parker. Your information and background is safe with me." FRIDAY spoke in her more motherly tone, hoping that Peter wouldn't freak out- and Stark hoped as well, them both venturing to his penthouse. Clearing his throat, he actually took the sunglasses off to reveal his doe brown eyes. "I, uh.. have my AI in these sunglasses. In all my sunglasses, actually. Not a lot of people know, but if you were wondering about how FRIDAY got your information, that's how. HYDRA Database.. Now /that/ is intriguing. Care to tell me over lunch?"

Stranger: Peter felt his stomach drop as soon as the AI had welcomed him but his full name. He knew that legally he was dead. He had gotten curious one day and gone to the New York Public library looking at articles around the time that he had disappeared. He had found a short obituary about him and his family dying in a plane crash. It did seem logical, it was a small chartered plane, and he was sure Hydra had given that sense of closure in order to prevent anyone from coming to look for them. When Tony had mentioned the word Hydra, he swore under his breathe. He knew he should've just played it safe and disappeared from Mr. Stark's curiousity but now, he had probably been brought back to the Tower in order to be arrested. He inched towards the windows, wondering if he could make that jump if he needed to. "I-I-I don't work for them anymore," he claimed eyes darting around the penthouse. "Please, I don't have any information to give you."

You: "Hm..?" Stark hummed, and slowly began to follow Peter- but he stopped at the red blocky couches. He blinked ever so slowly, and saw what Peter was getting at. "What? Oh, lord- Peter, I don't give a shit what those slimy bastards do or say. They're not any government officials or legal /anything/. They are part of the reason my fucking /mother/ died. It's a /dream/ to practically knock any of those assholes off the face of this world. Their experiments are a different story.. except I have no to almost a tiny bit of remorse for one that /killed/ my parents. I'm.. not calling the police. In fact i'm more proud you got this far and away from them. It's for the better. And besides- I don't need any information to be given. I just give my AI a command, and she can instantly hack into their systems anyway and not be traced because she /copies/ information. Now please.. come over here, settle down, and eat with me. I'm just interested in how they treated you, so I can make it up for their bullshit." Stark tried to give Peter an understanding smile, and pat the red blocky couch for Peter to come and sit on it.

Stranger: Peter meet Tony's eyes genuinely shocked that the man wasn't trying to have SHIELD lock him up and see what information they could get out of him. That's all he had ever been treated by powerful men like Tony, an asset whose usefulness directly correlated with whether he lived or not. There was defintely some things he was ashamed to admit he did to anyone but Tony wasn't asking about that. He just wanted to know how Peter had been treated. Tentatively he walked over to the spot that Tony had patted, "They killed my Mom too, and my Dad later on," he explained to Tony. "So I guess in some shitty way we have that in common," he settled placing his backpack in front of him and taking another bite out of his sandwich. "My parents didn't want to work for Hydra, they didn't even know they were after them. They just wanted to help peopel who got sick get better."

You: Settling himself to sit after Peter had done so, Stark smiled when he put his bag of food- and the Dr. Pepper bottle onto the light grey painted vintage wooden table in front of him. His smile though soon faded when Peter started to talk, and it was truly heartbreaking to him to hear this kind of talk from a /14 year old/. That hurt for sure. "..Yeesh. I'm sorry about that, I know how it is.." The taller and older male bit his lower lip, opening the soda and taking a swig from it while listening. He had a small fondness to the backpack- seeing that it had been rather clean and well-together, but he /did/ notice some weird pattern to it.. as if it had been forced up against a wall in harsh weather, and the outline was apparent if you looked hard enough. "So like, doctors. I myself am not a big fan of doctors really, since I trusted myself and.. experts of odd kinds to deal with my Arc reactor, but I've-" Stark stopped talking completely. Why? /There was a hand over his mouth now./ A dark figure stood behind the couch, with an outstretched arm winding around with its' left hand to hush Tony. His eyes went wide, but he didn't do anything. He simply gave a testing /lick/ to the hand, and it was instantly retracted with an annoyed groan to whoever was there. Turning to look at the figure, Stark stood- in a defensive position now. It seemed the figure was only shaded over in a dark manner because there were no lights turned on, and the living room had some pillars here and there to give the upper floor more structure.

Stranger: Peter jumped when he saw the hand going around Tony's mouth,. He always had a dull buzzing going on in the back of his hand every since he left Hydra. He supposed it was because he never felt truly safe since he had left. So he had learned to quiet it in order to avoid giving himself a headache. He should've noticed someone was sneaking up on them though. He was too busy just trying to process that Tony knew who he was and seemed like he wasn't going to kill him because of it. He latched onto the ceilings defensively, feeling safer if he got a wider angle of the room. "Who are you?" Peter called out trying not to let his mind spiral that this was the end and that even when the great Tony Stark tried to help him out, he got someone else hurt. He aimed his webshooters at the figure in the dark.

You: Stark wasn't necessarily afraid, he was more just /startled/ by the hand that wasn't very strong in grip anyway. That was how he knew who it rightfully was, simply raising a brow. "I knew that I recognized someone on the opposite end of the street. You could've just warned me, you know. Instead of shushing me because I was downgrading your position in the medical field.." He teased, the figure seeming way too relaxed to even attack. They wouldn't, anyway. "Well, you were with a teenager. Who know that you were actually bringing him here for an interview or because you found someone interesting.." They leaned against the pillar now, but their rather thick and low British accent was a dead giveaway for Stark. That is, if he hadn't already recognized the other. "Stephen Strange, you really ought' to work on your impressions you make on people.. You're just upset that I didn't bring home any liquor for either of us. Take note: /Either/ of us. I'm not letting us /both/ get drunk because we were celebrating someone." Now that the shorter man was relaxed, he sat right back down onto the couch- and Stephen came into view. He had that amazing luminous red.. cape?- around his shoulders, it somewhat peaking up to Peter- with a black turtle neck on, black pants and steel-toe boots. "Also, you look like a god damn assassin in those boots. Not your type at all.. Peter- it's safe. He's a doctor, he couldn't hurt you if he /tried/."

Stranger: Peter stared at the man in the cape that seemed to be moving on it's on? No that couldn't be right, like it was alive or something? He furrowed his eyebrows at the two men bickering in the living room still not feeling quite safe enough to come down from the ceiling yet. He had the advantage up here, really a reflex from when he was younger and he remembered his Hydra supervisors trying to swat him down with a broom when he wasn't in the mood to go train (they quickly figure out using an electrified pole was much more efficent). But he saw Mr. Stark's look and he started to slowly crawl down from the ceiling. "Sorry," he murmured to the two men. "That's a pretty awful way to greet someone though," he pointed out to Dr. Strange. "You're just lucky that I wasn't feeling well today and didn't hurt you," Peter grumbled going back to sulk on the couch. "Besides, we were in the middle of a private conversation." he grumbled.

You: Stark was leaning on the other man's stomach, who had decided to sit down on the arm of the blocky red couch with his leg almost feminine and daintily-like displayed over the other leg. Strange only blinked towards Peter's direction, a hand combing through Tony's brown locks- and he was enjoying the hand in his hair, despite also being a little tense that the other may hurt himself doing so. "I don't enjoy my occupation being downgraded by a man who can /also/ be classified as a Doctor. He got his Master's Degree's- It's just a decency to let a professional work on you. Except in /his/ case it's special.." Strange hummed, and lightly flicked the other's head, whom gasped all fake with a hand over his heart. "Do you see this? He's a menace, truly a villain. We should throw him off the balcony, Peter." The doctor snorted with a chuckle rumbling within his throat. "Oh you /wish/. Levi wouldn't let you.. And I do apologize for interrupting, but I had to come over."

Stranger: "I think Mr. Stark got offended when I called him a villain," Peter pointed out to the pair smiling a little at the affection between the two of them, the gentle teasing. He hadn't seen this kind of playful banter up close for quite some time now but it reminded him of home and safety. He curled his legs up to his chest trying to get warmer, cherishing the warmth that the building was providing so far. "But also he didn't tell me who he was for quite some time which I think is rude cause he was looking me up through his files at the same time," he explained pushing back his hood, feeling safe enough to show his whole face in the Penthouse, fiddling with his overgrown curls, pushing them off his forehead.

You: [Sorry back]

You: Strange had been looking up and down Tony, for some reason just eye-boggling him with interest. He had grunted rather low, slipping his left hand from the other man's hair- to slipping behind the fabric of the hoodie, and whatever shirt he had underneath. Ah. The dark-grey coat shirt he bought him.. wonderful. "You are so rude, aren't you Tony? Not telling the boy who you are, and secretly looking him up- Tsk.. what am I to do with you?" His green and blue eyes rolled, knowing that Tony's face was slightly flushed. "-Stop touching me, not in front of a kid." He whispered. "A-Anyway.. Peter, I don't always control it. It's just my AI, FRIDAY, looking out for me is all.. Also, Delmar told me earlier you were into the STEM School?- Wh-What're you guys.. doing there?" Stark was lowkey trying to hide the fact he had turned on by the other rubbing his back, but he was trying to act more professional. Or.. trying to all in all.

Stranger: Peter couldn't help but blush too as it was clear that Strange was trying to initiate something more private between the two of them and all Peter was doing was acting as the stray that Tony had brought home without Strange's permission. Like a lost puppy. He ducked his head trying to give the two of them some privacy as Tony hadn't dismissed him yet. "I'm on an chemistry and engineering track," he reported back to Tony. "I knew it was the best school in the area and I like science, I passed the entry exam pretty easily too," Peter bit his lip. "I can go if I'm interrupting date night or something, really, it's not a problem," he offered.

You: Stark leaned right into the other's touch, his blush slowly fading and his eyes starting to flutter between open and closed. At the answer though, Peter was much more intriguing than falling asleep on the couch and possibly being the reason for Stephen's hurt hands later. So he tried to stay awake and listen to the teenager, while also grunting when his knots in his back were currently being rubbed out of condition. "Oh?- Chemistry and- ah, engineering? Now th-that's.. interesting.. Peter-" Good god was this feeling amazing and all, but he didn't really know how to answer then. He was having a bit of a hard time anyway, masking grunts and moans. Strange decided that it was his turn to speak again. "I'm just working out the knots in his back.. Tony gets quite tense after going out all disguised, so it's my job to relax him. Not a date night, that's in a few days though. Let me just lay him down on his stomach and he can continue talking.. If you go down the west hall and take the first left, you can enter one of the guest rooms. I advise you just.. suit it to your liking, since you don't have anywhere to stay for now. We'll come find you after we're done."

Stranger: He barely had known the first man for two hours and the second man for fifteen minutes at best and already they were feeling comfortable enough to be performing this massage in front of him, unless that the Avengers were some secret weird cult that he never knew about. Peter nodded at Stephen's answer, understanding that this was just their way of taking care of one another. He could try and keep talking to Tony but after a particularly loud groan, Peter blushed bright red and grabbed his backpack. He didn't have that same reason to run as before when he thought that Tony didn't know who he was. "I think that I might clean up if that's alright with you?" He asked the two men as he settled the backpack on his shoulders. "Thank you for allowing me to stay for tonight," he gave the two a gentle smile reminding them how young he truly was.

You: Tony was extremely embarrassed to have groaned right in front of a teenager, while he was practically answering to the touches like a horny teenager himself. It wasn't fair- he was to just provide Peter a warm and comfortable place to go, possibly even /live/ here if Stephen accepted the offer since they lived here together half the time. His mouth was completely covered and face red when his boyfriend decided to push Tony's body down, stomach to the couch- and him straddling over Tony's rear. Stephen gave Peter an innocent smile as he ruffled the shorter man's hoodie and coatshirt up, rubbing at the top of his back first while still speaking to the boy. "That's quite alright. Then I don't have to do a lot of the cleaning.. I'm sure that neither of us mind. We'll see you in a bit." Stephen tried to mask the moans his boyfriend were himself trying to hide, half of them escaping louder than they should have. A few almost sounded pained, even.

Stranger: Peter nearly stumbled over himself as he launched himself from the room trying to get out of this embarassing situation. At least Tony had the decency to look embarassed at what was happenign. Stephen was acting like this was completely normal. He could still hear Tony's moans from down the hall due to his enhanced hearing and he quickly pushed himself into the room that Stephen had suggested to him, shutting the door behind him in order to block out the noise. Thankfully it seemed thick so he let out a sigh of relief dropping his backpack to the side before he took in the room, gaping almost at the size of it. This was a guest room?? It had a huge walk in closet, Queen sized bed, attached bathroom, and windows overlooking the New York skyline. He giggled to himself at the luck of it heading to the bathroom since he hadn't had a private shower in ages.

You: Stephen watched as Peter had gone to leave quickly, purring when he went to lower himself onto Tony's body to whisper. "You're quite brave bring a HYDRA experiment into the tower, love. Let's hope that he's not as fidgety as he seems to be.. You know how I am with possible threats. No filter here." He was instantly given a quick nod, and a moan when Tony tried to close the space between them- yet failed by elbows forcing him down. His eyes went wide with the realization that Stephen might've gotten turned on by his boyfriend's moans- so now he was definitely in for it. "Hey, I think Peter is taking a shower now- I can hear the running water.. W-Why don't you just continue?" Tony bit his lower lip, trying to make it seem casual. Personally, it'd be nice to be lain' out on a bed.. but the couch worked, to. He enjoyed the massage, even cooed instead of moaned from time to time. Neither of them just wanted to give the teenager any idea's.

Stranger: (Did you want me to play either Stephen or Tony or just have me describe what Peter was up to, just didn't want to overstep? :) )

You: [I don't really mind either way, Im personally more comfortable playing Stephen because he's a main for me. Otherwise go for either Tony or Peter for now, thanks]

Stranger: (Yeah I've never played him before so I'll just stick with Peter for the moment!)

You: [Aight sounds good. Also i'm just working on my math homework right now so sorry if my replies may be a little short or delayed, otherwise I can give my discord or email]

Stranger: Peter locked the door behind him dropping his backpack to the side as he looked around the clean bathroom, much better than the gym lockeroom that he normally used. He pulled out his few sets of clothes that he had stored in his backpack. He figured this might be a good a time as any to do some laundry so he quickly set the clothes to soak in the sink while he turned on the shower, sneezing again and groaning. He couldn't remember the last time that he had been sick. The cold must really be taking something out of him if he was susceptible to germs after the spider bite. He jumped in the shower, savoring the temperature of it and rubbing off the grime of the alley before quickly dressing again and going to wring out the rest of his clothes hanging it up around the bathroom.

Stranger: (And that's quite alright if they are delayed or shorter. My e-mail is roleplay7196@gmail.com just in case we disconnect!)

You: Stephen might have been a little too rough with the palming, but he was trying to work both of them out a bit here. His hands, albeit bad as they were, still were able to do quite a bit of work if he focused enough. Besides- Tony was practically falling asleep with how relaxed he was, and comfortable. So that meant Stephen could deal with Peter in peace.. good. "Alright, baby. Just a little longer.. Hold on." The doctor cooed into Tony's ear, but he knew that it was no use. He rubbed into Tony's sides more and more, finding that his boyfriend's diaphragm was slowing rising- and lowering. Good. He sneaked off of the man's rear, and let his cloak lay over Tony to let him rest- so Stephen went into the hall to go find the room. His hands shaky, still went to gently knock on the door. "Peter? Can I possibly come in? Tony's fallen asleep.. I just want to talk to you."

Stranger: Peter flinched at the knock of the door having zoned out looking at the sky line as he was finishing up some of his homework for the next few days. Might as well get started on it somewhere that was quiet and warm. He found that the AI that Mr. Stark had installed was very accomodating, lower the lights as to not overwhelm him and uping the temperature in the room a few degrees. "Yeah, of course," Peter set his books to the side on the night stand before answering the door showing that most of his things had been tucked neatly aside. "Uh, what did you want to talk about?"

You: The sorcerer allowed himself to come in once he was allowed; not wanting to protrude on the boy's living space now. Slowly did he come over to sit on the side of the bed, and look over to Peter. His features were much more clean now he noticed, and smiled gently to it. Though, he'd need a haircut.. Tony could do that. But, he wanted to check on the boy's temperature. He seemed congested. "You were speaking a little odd earlier, as if your sinus's are congested. Do you mind allowing me to do a check-up on you? I promise you, nothing will get past me. I was a famous neuro-surgeon after all after an accident.. But i'm warning you, i'm also the Sorcerer Supreme. That means magic. Tony has already lived with my magic for a few months now, so he's accustomed to all of it- but I'm sure you aren't going to become used to it a whole lot. Since the accident nearly paralyzed my hands, I try to use magic to steady them.. but doing so can cause other people to become catatonic-like and very still because of the spell's ability. So don't freak out if you can't move. It's alright if you don't want me looking at you, but i'd like to do a.. full body over-view."

Stranger: Peter was nervous with how Stephen had explained the check up. He remembered being strapped down for years as doctors poked and proded him when he was younger and no one trusted him just to lay still yet. It was only when he was older that the straps were mainly removed for most experiments, but he still had a few fresh memories on his mind. However, he was in the man's home (or at least his boyfriend's home) who had just offered him a place to stay for tonight and he was asking just to look him over. He knew he was sick so he tried to brush back his worries. "Yeah, that would be great," he agreed. "Can't exactly afford going to an urgent care, and it's probably just like a cold or something," he went to sit down on the edge of the bed, trying to calm himself.

You: Stephen recognized that kind of state of mind. Doubt of an entire race, almost an immigrant to the world he was brought into. Stephen never knew what he was going to end up like after his incident- he had a lot of training done as a trainee, and worked up to become a Master of the New York Sanctum. It had all worked out for him though- meeting Tony at an Avengers and Ally's meeting, sharing some daring moments in their lives- setting vows, and later on settling on dating. Some embarrassing stuff here and there, but for the most part? He was happy. Happy to be with the man he was similar to, and half of the time visiting, since he still had to maintain the Sanctum. But he also was still a doctor.. so that played out on its own. Those memories however were set away for another time, and Stephen had focused on his hands. Once stilled, he leaned closer to Peter and had different tools appearing on his side. The otoscope was settled into Peter's ears firstly for him to look inside, and he seemed fine. Then, he had to gently tilt back Peter's head after cleaning it with a septic wipe and looking into his nose, instantly wincing. "Congested indeed.. you have a runny nose." Stephen snorted, wiping all away the gunk that got to the otoscope- and handing over a tissue for Peter. "Open your mouth for me." Some popsicle stick was in his left hand, and he had to set it onto Peter's tongue while using the otoscope to look inside his throat- with the flashlight. His eyes narrowed, and the tools were taken away. "Alright, now is for the.. awkward part. You're old enough to be trusted with the thermostat under your tongue.. but, this is more efficient. I need you to do this the traditional way." The doctor in him felt fine doing this- but Stephen himself was a little unprepared feeling. "It's a rear thermometer. You can go to the bathroom and come back."

Stranger: "It's been runny for a while now, since it's gotten colder," Peter explained as his body was locked under Stepehen's spell. He closed his eyes for a moment, hoping that the man didn't feel the waves of aniexty rolling off him and he took a steadying breathe reminding himself that this was a friend who was helping him out, not someone who was trying to figure out how fast he would heal. He was compliant with the man's prodding. "The nurse will only give me so much cold medicine," he explained covering his mouth and coughing after Stephen had released him when he was using the popsicle stick. "Sorry," he murmured before turning bright red when talking about the thermostat. He was warry but this man was the doctor in this situation. "Alright," he took the device from Stephen's hand. "I run colder, just to let you know," he explained to the man before disappearing into the bathroom to do what the man asked of him before coming back after having cleaned it off. "Uh I'm at 99 farenheit," he reported to Stephen.

You: Stephen was making mental notes of everything the teenager was telling him. He could see that the spell put him under a bit of it's attributes, feeling a little bad- but he needed this to be done after all. "It's alright," He commented to the couch with a sweet smile- and waited for Peter to return back after handing over the thermostat. Okay, so Peter knew what he was doing- good. Taking the thermostat, he figured that if the boy naturally was a little colder, it would mean that his natural body heat actually made 99 a little lower.. so that would mean he /did/ have a cold. "Hm.. you're right. It's a cold. Thank you, Peter. Now though i'm going to need you to relax completely, close your eyes if you will, and rest your right arm over your lap." The other tools had disappeared- and instead a blood pressure cuff and monitor was now in his hands. The cuff was unstrapped, and he was gentle to fixate it onto Peter's bicep, taking the pump in his left hand, right hand on the boy's shoulder. He started to pump it up, and made small talk. "Your classes, they are going well aren't they? You told Tony that you go into Chemistry and Engineering.. those two are quite a little different. What's the Chemistry class for?"

Stranger: Peter felt his body stiffen again when he was sitting back on the bed for Stephen after having passed the thermometer over to him. He tried to keep his mind calm and just follow Stephen's instrusctuctions as he closed his eyes and felt Stephen wrap the cuff around his arm. He didn't really know what his resting blood pressure was so he was rather curious about it. "They're not actually that different, I don't think," Peter explained grateful for the small talk so he could focus on something other than the examination. "We're allowed to chose two different specialties in addition to our corse classes. I think Chemistry can complement engineering, you know, engineering can make the outer shell to contain the reaction that chemistry causes on the inside."

Stranger: (Brb my mom is calling)

You: The tension that was radiating off Peter wasn't really what Stephen needed for this. But, the small talk could help. He was interested anyway in what the young genius had to say, and it honestly reminded him of Tony. He saw Tony in Peter in two ways now, and was figuring that perhaps Peter staying the night wasn't going to be too bad.. It might even be a good thing for his boyfriend. "I suppose you are right.. Tony is always telling me to stand clear because of different possible reactions. Kind of like my magic, then. It seems clearer to me in a magical sense, only because for years i've been working with it.. but medical studies in science always seem to be what I like better." He ended, and took the cuff off of Peter when it had decompressed. He looked over the monitor, humming. "Your blood pressure is about 93.5.. Maybe 94. You say that you run cold though, i'm guessing from the experiments for years damned HYDRA put you under.. It's actually in the normal range. You're good, then." Stephen's hands came down, shaky once again- so the spell was gone, and so was the blood pressure cuff and monitor. "It's just a cold as you expected. As a doctor, I have to let you stay out of school for at least a day or two.. I can contact your school and let them know you are out, and under Tony and I's protection. I'm sorry if you have anything against it, but doctor's orders."

Stranger: (probably like 10 minutes sorry about this!)

You: [It's good, im still doing my math homework lol]

Stranger: (Back!)

You: [Wb]

Stranger: Peter was nervous about having Stephen contact his school honestly. He knew that Tony and him could probably give him adequate protection, but it was just another paper trail that could lead Hydra to tracing where he was. "I can just skip for a day or two, I'll only get like one detention, it's fine," he gave Stephen a tight smile hoping that would be an acceptable compromise. "I keep my grades up high enough that they don't really care if I miss classes I think," he went to reach for a tissue blowing out his nose.

You: "-What?" Stephen squinted his eyes, looking at Peter, a little dumbfounded. So he just thought that was that, skipping for two days? Hell no. That won't do. "Oh, no. I am not letting you just /skip/. Peter, you are going to /listen/ to me call your school and let you out for two days. If you need to be out a little longer, so be it. And trust me- HYDRA won't be looking for you in the system. And before you ask- Magic. I can read your mind, but need your faked last name.. because apparently you have a lot. /Now/." The doctor's right hand came up to his ear, already calling for the office of the Midtown High school. "Name, Peter."

Stranger: Peter started breathing harder when Stephen had declared that Peter's decision would be inadeqaute and that he was going to be taking matters into his own hands. His independence was what he had cherished this past year. Sure there were certain financial constraints, but he chose where to live, chose to go to school (the best that he could find). He was able to hang out around New York, watching dogs for a whole afternoon if that's what he wanted. Now this man who he barely new was making decisions regarding his safety again, he wasn't even really sure if he could trust the man so he shook his head refusing to answer him as he pulled his knees closer to his chest.

You: This wasn't exactly what Stephen wanted. He didn't want to startle the boy, in fact, he wanted to seem a little more trustworthy than his boyfriend did to him- thinking it'd be alright. But he probably shouldn't have done that.. now look what he'd done, he had /startled/ the poor boy. On the other end of the phone though, a lady's voice (sounding almost french) spoke in a kind voice. "..Hello, Miss Janine. It's Doctor Strange from the New York local Hospital. I'm calling in regard of a boy, Peter he claims his name to be, to call him out for two days... No, i'm unsure of his last name simply out of respect. No, actually. I am at my.. boyfriend's place, Stark Tower... Yes. You will do that for him? Splendid.. Ah.. Brown eyes, slight shaggy brune- Oh, you found him. Hm.. That sounds to be him. He has a Chemistry and Engineering class, doesn't he? Right. Okay, thank you." The office lady ended the call first, so all he had to do was slide his phone into his pants' pocket. The man then stood, looked at Peter for a second, and gave a sad frown. "I'm sorry, but I won't allow you to go to school sick. It may worsen your condition. Besides, as long as you are here, you're welcomed to anything. I'm sure Tony is going to awaken soon.. You can eat in here, and turn on the wall television if you'd like. Just trust me when I say no one is coming for you. We will protect you." And with that, the man had left the room door open after leaving, going to find his already awoke boyfriend eating his deli sandwich.

Stranger: Peter gaped at Stephen when he continued on anyway, despite his clear protests to not do what he had intended on anyways. This was the reason why he felt like he couldn't trust anyone. Peter thought that everyone underestimated Hydra and their reach. He doubted that anyone else had stayed as long as he did in their captivity and then escaped from it. He knew how valuable he was to them and what they would do if they caught him. It was the same threat over and over again, they would instill trigger words into him, make him forget about his family, about any life outside of Hydra. He had seen how the Winter Soldier functioned, it was a warning to him in order to keep him in line. He had a lump in his throat as Stephen left the room. The school had connected a seemingly normal boy to Stark, he was convinced that someone would find out even with the vague promise that magic would keep him safe. He wiped away angry tears, as he couldn't convince himself that he could trust Strange with his safety yet and started to bag up his still damb clothes in a plastic bag, getting ready to leave and start a new life, strapping his backpack onto himself.

You: Stephen sat aside his boyfriend, plainly as ever starting up a conversation that was definitely going to end up backlashing at him. "Peter is going to leave because he believes me calling his school for him to be out two days and under our protection isn't enough for him and HYDRA. There-" "Excuse me, /what/?" Stark gawked at his boyfriend, appalled by what he had just said. "..HYDRA won't be finding him out over a simple call, Tony. You and I know that." The sorcerer replied. Stark didn't care about that part- well, he did- It was just.. Peter was leaving? The man narrowed his brows, put his almost finished food down, and instantly went to the guest room that Stephen gave to Peter. The male looked into the room, and instantly looked to Peter. "Peter- what are you doing? You don't have to leave- Come on, come here and tell me what's up. Please. What did Stephen do, other than call your school?"

Stranger: "Look, I appreciate what you guys are doing for me, honestly, having dinner and a nice place to shower was really really nice and you didn't need to do that," He tried to wipe away the tears. He was angry at Stephen for making him feel like he needed to leave. He really liked Tony and even he was starting to get to know Stephen. He was angry at the possible relationship lost between the three of them, at the lost possibility of being taken care of. "But you've guys known me for a few hours, you have no idea of the steps I've had to take to stay safe," Peter's voice cracked. "Or what they would do to me if they took me back there," he shook his head trying to pull on his jacket his hands shaking. "You know I have family in Queens? And I can't even see them."

You: Tony couldn't do anything but stand there, watching the poor teenager start to break down in front of him. It was as if he was his father right now, looking down at his son come home after being bullied and his father not believing him of the consequences. He knew how bad it felt, to just run off and know someone was after you. Always- he knew what these thoughts felt like, or meant. For a minute, he wanted to pretend that HYDRA didn't even exist. That his parents were still alive, somewhere. And to be fair? Stephen had shown him a difference in everything, and he felt fine with it. He would still break down and wish Stephen to just end his life, but every single time he was able to come back to his sense. "..Peter. This doesn't feel right. It doesn't feel right at all to me, and I know it doesn't to you. Please.. Listen to me." Stark came closer, falling to his knee's in front of Peter to put his hands on his shoulders. "I know you do. Like earlier you pointed out that I'm able to look at someone with my sunglasses that has my AI inside to look at hidden information about them. But listen.. in a way, I am you when you grow up. HYDRA has always still been on my tail- Hell, the Winter Soldier and I went neck and neck once. I wasn't happy he killed my parents- screw my dad, but my mom? I loved her, so so much Peter.. And it killed me inside /and/ out to hear what HYDRA had done. I understand, but it's not over. Your legacy doesn't stop here as Peter Parker, you know who you are despite all the name changes you've had by now. What matters is you've gone a safe distance. I've dealt with HYDRA already and have a /lot/ of dirt on them. So trust me.. If HYDRA has anything to say about it and show up? I will instantly call for a court session on the very organization. I have the Winter Soldier as one of my victims, and witnesses. And so are you. So many of the Avengers have been put in this kind of place- so really, you /are/ safe. Honestly I was about to go yell at Stephen for calling your school.. but to be fair, he is a doctor and is by law, allowed to call you out. You are safe with us, Peter. I guarantee you that. Unless you don't believe my Stark Word.. Then you can go. But, not without a damn hug." It was one quick swooping motion- That's all it took, and Stark had wrapped Peter into a hug. A very loving one, at that.

You: [I gotta go eat- if we disconnect my email is dividedbysevens@gmail.com ]

Stranger: (Ok!)

Stranger: Peter couldn't remember the last time that he had really been hugged or touched in any sort of way like that. It was always just pushing and prodding and just getting him to places that others determined he needed to go. No one looked up on him or asked how he was doing after his father had died. It was just assumed that he could take care of things himself. They didn't need him to be emotionally healthy, they needed him to be a soldier. And he tried to keep his distance from adults that were now in his life to protect himself. He didn't pick up too many shifts at Mr. Delmar's worried that he would get too curious and call someone on him. He turned in his work at school but didn't volunteer answers in class. Having Tony pull him into him like that after that speech he had given him, just broke the damn flood barriers for him and he collapsed into Tony's arms sobbing into his shoulder, letting someone else take care of him for a moment as he clung onto Tony. Unlike Stephen, Tony had given Peter a reason for him to trust the man and that was what he needed. Someone to lay out their reasoning and break through his paranoia. It gave him hope for what his future might look like. "I'm sorry, I'll stay, I'm sorry," he kept repeating to him.

You: [Alright back]

Stranger: (Yay!)

You: Tony wasn't letting go of Peter at all- he had a firm hold onto Peter, father-like even. He wanted to let Peter know he was loved, cared for by someone, and that he was still only a child. Tony in all honesty was a very in-tone with his emotions type of man. He let the world see him as his self, Stephen was.. a little different. It was hard for Stephen to let anyone see or understand how he ever truly felt, but Stephen was the love of his life- so they cared a lot for, and about each other. Stephen was more of the type that a left-brain type. Tony was more right-brain, and he thought that was a given a lot of people knew. "It's okay, Peter. It's okay.. And please, trust Stephen in his judgement. I don't want any of us disliking anyone for anything- he just wants you to be safe as well. He's a doctor and he's dealt with a lot more than I have.. trust me. He's gone through a lot as well. Between you and me though, he's a total softie.. Don't tell him I said that." The man chuckled and urged for Peter to sit on the bed with him, just holding onto each other in a safe manner. Tony had looked over to the entrance of the room, seeing Stephen there- him not entering just yet. "Stephy, can we go somewhere nice? If it's not too much for you?- Oh, and Peter- Do you want to go somewhere safe? I promise you, it's all good. Stephen's an expert at this kind of stuff."

Stranger: Peter followed Tony back into the bedroom that he had been assigned to dropping his bag to the side, a final sign that Peter indeed would be staying with Tony and Stephen. He was feeling a bit exhausted by the whole experience, not used to expressing his emotions like this, especially in front of others. He used his sleeve to wipe his face nodding and agreeing with Tony, his shoulders relaxing a little bit. He met Stephen's gaze instantly feeling guilty about throwing this whole fit. The man had just tried to care for him in the best way he could and Peter had just thrown that care right back in his face. "Like for dinner or like on a trip?" He asked the man curiously not completely understanding the question. "I don't have any nicer clothes than this and everything else is wet."

You: Tony was trying to gesture his boyfriend closer to them, but he wasn't sure that he would. Stephen held a distant, icy cold gaze. He knew what Tony meant, as long as Peter was fine with it. He'd just make it so Tony was in the middle though- so Peter didn't have to feel upset with him. For Stephen, his heart had just sunk straight to the bottom- but that wasn't going to stop him from trying. Stark turned his attention back to Peter, and he gave him a dorky smile. "Oh, no no. I mean something even greater than that." Suddenly, the room had disappeared right around all three of them. It was a complete alteration of their surroundings, and they were suddenly in an open meadow. Surrounding them was pine and birch tree's all around, and they were on a long black blanket that was lain out. The sky was more of a midnight blue and grape colour though, stars all shining above them. Tony stared up- and instantly had gone tense. But, he had Stephen sitting to his right now, and Peter to his left. He was content with this. "We are on Luvos-199. A planet about 29 lightyears away, hidden behind a rip that causes this side of the Luxia Galaxy to look like ours. Originally, the planet's colours are all inverted. But, the rip had opened just months ago in Earth terms. For them, that is a few years.. It's inhabited by small demon, or dragon-like creatures. They are friendly though, yet we won't be meeting any. It also has a sustainable amount of oxygen, which.. both species need." Stephen let his boyfriend lean on him, even if Tony had a hand in Peter's lap. "It's beautiful.. What do you think, Peter?"

Stranger: Peter's eyes were wide as he had taken in his surroundings as the momentary darkness had confused him. His curls were completely wild as he started to look around, his eyes bright with wonder as he slowly released Tony's hand just to get a better look at everything. This was not how he was expecting his night to go at all. First he had met basically two Avengers who had offered to take care of him with nothing asked of him in return. "We're in space?" He asked the two men. "Wait, we're actually in space right now?" He exclaimed as his mind was whizzing a million miles per hour trying to figure out how this was actually working. "If either of you are messing with me that would be very mean and I'll take back what I said," he teased gently before he started to kick off his shoes placing them to the side of the blanket as he started to walk out on the grass. "It's fuzzy!" He announced to the two men, a giant smile emerging on his face before he lay down in the grass giggling. "This is amazing."

You: Stephen only sat there and watched Peter with a resting poker face, still holding onto Tony like a teddy bear. His arms had winded over his shoulders, and he completely had him in his lap. Tony for one, smiled wide at Peter- enjoying the fact that the boy was enjoying this. "Yep. We're totally in space, if Gandalf here says we are- then we are. Also- Inverted galaxy? That must be really hard for the poor residents.." He chuckled, and hummed. Watching Peter just go 'plop' in the grass made him laugh out, and Stephen actually smile. Both men knew that it was going to take a bit for Stephen to warm up back to Peter, and vice versa- but to Tony's understanding, this was just fine. "You've never been able to lay down in grass? Or, maybe see it?" The man suddenly unhinged himself, and literally rolled over. He smirked as he lay to Peter's right side, and Stephen seemed to follow- except he put his head onto Tony's stomach. The mechanic put a hand to his boyfriend's abdomen, and another into Peter's hair. "We're cutting this tomorrow, alright?" Stark yawned, closing his eyes. Stephen had them covered if they both got tired, as he usually was a light sleeper just as Peter was.

Stranger: "Correction, I've never been able to lie in fuzzy grass," he told Tony lightly happy when the man rolled over to him. "Grass on Earth isn't like this, it's all smooth and stuff, this stuff has microfibers all over it, I wonder if it does that to catch like nutrients or something," he rattled off as he continued to stare at it just trying to figure out this mystery. "That's alright, it's always in my eyes," he shrugged at that. "I just don't like it shaved all the way down, they used to do that," he told the two men trying to warm up to them again, build up some of that trust again. He thought it was nice seeing Stephen smile. It was clear to him how much he truly care for Tony and by extension Tony's projects which he guessed he was at this point.

You: "Fuzzy-" Another yawn. "Grass? Stephy, you didn't tell me it's /fuzzy/! I like soft stuff.. Does it have something on it? Like, laced with melatonin? I'm really tired.." Tony groaned as his boyfriend then perked, playfully turning his head to move his hoodie and shirt up- and kissing around his abdomen sweetly. "Oh, no. You're just tired from today.. allow me to help." Hidden mischief had rang in the Brit's voice, Tony tensing a bit- and putting both of his hands into Stephen's hair, and suddenly was slapped in the face with comfort. "H-Hey! That's not fair! Mmmmnngh.." The man to the right of Peter had closed his eyes at this point, steadying his breathing- and relaxing. Stephen had continued to kiss lower and lower, until he knew that Tony was asleep within the minute- and had sat up. Stephen completely faded out though, and so did Tony- but the world was collapsing around them, and Peter was back in the guest room- door closed. All lights were out within the penthouse, and Stephen was the only one awake in his private library down the hall, while Tony slept.

Stranger: Peter was inclined to believe Tony's theory about the grass being laced with some sort of relaxing drug because the more that he laid around in and listened to the the two mem murmuring and teasing each other, the more his eye lids started to droop, his hands relaxing around the grass that he had previously been examining as the voices started to drift away from him, like he was underwater before drifting off to sleep, not even distrubed by the smooth transition from the grass to the comforter in the guest room.

You: Maybe it was Stephen's plan to bring them both to a melatonin grass-laced area to a far off planet, all for the two to finally relax. Either way, Stephen was rather content with reading a few books before he'd then join Tony in their bed. When he got in there, Tony was actually awake- and trying to get out, until he had seen Stephen. "You tricked me," Stark pouted. Stephen only smiled and joined him back in bed, caressing his lover's cheeks. "But you and Peter both needed to sleep. That's why I didn't let my face go near the grass, because you were right. Now sleep, love.. We all need it." The doctor allow the other to practically pin both their bodies together, Stephen being the one this night to end up curling into the other's body, and wait for the morning. Tony was the first one to wake up though around 9am, and want to go back to bed. But, Alas, he couldn't even do that. So instead.. he'd just make breakfast for everyone- and he knew Stephen's favourite. Omelettes with green tea.

Stranger: Peter was the next one up. Usually he never slept in late but the grass combined with having a warm and quiet area to sleep in, had allowed his body to catch up on some of the sleep that it had been missing. He tried to tame his curls, still not quiet believing that he had been to space until he pulled one of the pieces of grass out of his hair. He looked at it smiling before he set it on the bathroom sink. Peter had already gained a little bit of color in his cheeks, starting to feel better due to the rest. He stumbled into the main living area yawning. "Morning, Mr. Stark," he politely greeted the man.

You: Stark was trying his best to throw in a mix of what he could have sworn to recall was exactly what his boyfriend put in his omelettes. Cilantro, bits of turkey and ham, chive onion bits, a pinch of garlic, and maybe.. green pepper? No- Stephen didn't like green pepper.. did he? Oh, lord. He forgot. So, there was no peppers added- and instead he put in some mexican shredded cheese. He had made two folds altogether, knowing damn well he and his boyfriend don't eat enough- and would be sharing the fluffy omelette halves. But the whole one was for Peter- and hell, he was just setting the omelette onto a plate for Peter when he was greeted. "Oh, morning Peter. Hey- here's your breakfast. I tried to make Stephen's favourite, but I could have sworn he liked to make them with bellpeppers in them.. I just forgot, and didn't know which to add- so instead I put in cheese to make it extra flavourful. Oh, I made green tea to- it's in the gray kettle. Be careful though- get a cup from the dishwasher if you want." Stark smiled, taking his morning coffee to the dark oak wood kitchen table, and setting it to the long end that he liked to call the 'Queen's chair' so Stephen could sit on the opposite side and be the King.. or just sit to his right or left, and be a killjoy. "Feeling better?"

Stranger: Peter followed Tony's prompting going to grab a mug from the dishwasher before going to pour the tea in the mug. He was curious if Strange enjoyed tea since Tony had such a violent reaction to Peter's bevarage of choice last night or if he had just remembered that it was what Peter preferred. He squirted a fair amount of honey into it before his stomach grumbled looking at the omelette. It was warm and not from a cafeteria so it smelled absolutely delicious. He followed Tony to the table opting to sit to the man's left at the table, since he wasn't sure where the other man sat but probably across from Tony. "This looks amazing Mr. Stark," he complimented. "You know when I woke up today I almost thought that this was all a dream cause I don't think I've ever gone to bed that happy, but then I found some of the grass from last night," he took a bite into the omelette nearly groaning in pleasure at how good it was. "Are you also a chef?" He asked curiously.

You: Stark followed the boy with his eyes, raising a brow when he found the honey in the spices and herbs cupboard. That made him think of Stephen- except his boyfriend preferred /less/ honey. It made him smile wide, and even gave him a bit of hope they'd be able to warm up to each other once again. But he was a little upset.. Where was Stephen? He had seen him in bed when he woke up, but usually Stephen followed after him. Maybe he was just.. extra tired. "Why thank you, Peter." He spoke, and grinned when he was asked about being a chef. "Wanna know a secret?- As I grew up, I usually was taught by my Italian nanny's and aunts. We lived in luxury, but my mom was busy a lot and not home too much- and my father didn't really cook well. So, when I wanted a snack, I just made myself something for my parents to eat because the maid's half the time weren't always home, and my aunt's barely came over. I learned to cook from them. Now, Stephen is an /amazing/ baker. He has to take his time anyway because of his hands, but that doesn't stop him. We're opposites like that.. You should really try /his/ omelettes though." The man snorted, not even noticing that his boyfriend had been sitting down across from him. It made Tony blush and stuff his face with his food. The doctor was smirking behind a bite of his food, and swallowed. "..Why thank you for the compliment love, but you should next time pay attention to your surroundings a little more."

Stranger: Peter jumped not having noticed the man come in the room either feeling his heart pounding for a few seconds before it settled out. This was the second time the man had sneaked up on him. He really should get his Spidey senses checked out or something. Were there even spider doctors? His mind started to ramble. "Have you ever thought about attaching a bell to him? He sneaks up just like a cat," Peter gently teased before he took a long sip of his tea noticing that the doctor was drinking the same. So at least they had that in common, something for them to build off of. It wasn't like Tony and Peter which he was sure he could talk about potential engineering projects for hours. "So you don't like coffee either?" Peter asked trying to make small talk.

You: The mechanic huffed, settling himself down before instantly blushing at the offer. His face was red as a tomato at this point, and he felt.. exposed. His heart was thumping, spastic even- as he thought about the bell factor. Stephen for one, was giving Tony a sensual and predatory look of confirmation. "Hm.. why don't we, Tony? Say, /that/ idea sounds familiar, doesn't it? When was it again..? Oh! I think it was last year's halloween party!" Tony stabbed his fork into his food, took a harsh bite and then pointed the fork at Stephen as he forced the food down. "/Don't you dare. finish that story./" Stark compelled, but Stephen only grinned. His elbows now rested on the table, head leaned in with his hands under his chin, confined together with fingers laced together. "You put a bell over my throat because you thought it'd be cute, because I was going to dress up as a vampire, and you didn't want me to sneak up on you. So instead, I switched to being a playbunny, just to tease you." Tony at this point had hid his face in his wrists, grinning to himself as he took his mug. It was.. weird. Oddly shaped, and kind of.. not a mug. It looked more like a cylinder.. with a heart shaped holder. It was painted black, with the holder part being red. But there was a 'S+A' On it, badly painted as well- and so it was clearly a hand crafted mug. Likely, Tony's work. And Stephen sipped his tea from it with grace, nodding to Peter finally. "Coffee is too much for me.. I prefer tea. Tony, dear, it's alright."

Stranger: Peter blushed bright red at that story regretting that he had brought up that idea. He didn't need the mental image of Stephen dressed up as a playbunny in his mind but there it was. Did the man just love embarassing Tony and by extension Peter? It was an interesting dynamic to say the least. His eyes focused on the mug that Tony was holding and he let the curiosity taking over him, "What does it mean?" He asked pointing to it. He could guess that the S maybe meant for Stark or Strange, but he couldn't figure out what the A meant for it. "Sorry if that's rude, I just, it's going to bug me like the whole morning if I can't figure it out," he explained to the two men.

You: Stephen hummed, placing down the hand-crafted mug, and snorted at Peter becoming red. "Oh, sorry. I forgot there was a teenager in the room.. I'm just so used to teasing Tony like this." He smirked, and watched Tony attempt to calm himself. The embarrassed man just bit his tongue with a pointed glare, and then looked at Peter, innocently with his face a little red as well. "..Huh? What does.. what mean?" Stark and Strange both seemed to look between each other, and now it was Stephen's turn to blush. "U-Uh.. A.. Playbunny?- I.. I think you're a little too young, if.. that is, at least- what you mean.. I-It's.. something adults know." Tony gave his boyfriend a 'good going' look, and looked across from himself.. Oh? "Ah- The mug that Stephen has, you mean? Oh, I actually made that for him as a first anniversary gift.. I didn't want to be cliche and get him anything, or be weird about it and not at all and say, all you need is me. I just thought i'd go run down to get some red clay from the arts and crafts store and.. make him a mug. Because he doesn't like regular mugs. They have too big of handles, so I made a thin heart-shaped handle mug for him that's easy for him to grab. The S is for Stephen, and the A is for.. Anthony. I don't trust a lot of people with my first name, but because Stephen is a secret helpless romantic.. I just did that for the sake of it. And, love."

Stranger: "No, no, no, I know what that means," he had insisted when the man first started talking about Playbunnies. He had a lot to catch up on once he got out of Hydra and basically absorbed any text about pop culture from the last 20 years. And he had some poor Hydra agent sit down with him and explain the mechanics of sex to him when he was twelve and they deemed him old enough to know about these things in case they came up during a mission. Peter was sure that the agents had drawn straws and that man had drawn last. "Ah," Peter nodded finally understanding it. He wasn't a morning person so all that information that he had on Tony from his files, was not as easy for him to access. "It's cute I think," he nodded. "I haven't really seen many relationships up close but you guys seem like you have a good one," Peter gave the two an easy smile.

You: Both of the adults were quite shook with the fact what a.. Playbunny was, mostly Stephen who gagged on his tea- and got a look from Tony that showed his appall. Originally even, Stephen didn't know at all to expect that kind of reaction. He just settled into finishing his tea, and food. So did Tony- trying to /not/ catch onto that subject. The whole idea of the relationship thing tho made Tony blush and just chug down his coffee, not even caring it was hot. Both men went ahead to scarf down their food, and were embarrassed. Stephen was the first to leave the room, and Tony was the one to set dishes away and clean them. He was careful with the mug he made for Stephen, and /then/ followed Stephen.. to the living room. There was feint muttering from them, then. "God- I don't know what to do about this. I don't want to leave Peter alone by himself just for us to go relax somewhere, babe." "-I understand that, Tony. But I believe that your hormones are going buck-wild with me.. I think a third parties outlook on us makes you start to doubt yourself.. Maybe we should let one of the other's take Peter out to get some clothes..? Perhaps a woman?" "Mmm.. we could ask Natasha? Or.. maybe Doctor Cho? What about her?" A pause. "..I think Natasha is the better bet. She's practically a mother to everyone here, and she herself would be willing to die to protect. Master Minoru has to attend to the Hong Kong Sanctum.. I'll phone Natasha." "Oh my god, who say's that they'll 'phone' anyone? You're such an old man!"

Stranger: Peter stared down at his meal when he saw how Tony and Stephen were trying to scarf down their breakfast as if they were trying to get away from him. He groaned when both of the adults left the room holding his head in his hands as he wished he had just stayed quiet. It wasn't like he was trying to make them feel uncomfortable, but he could see the love that was in between the two of them and just wanted to point it out to them. He had thought that it would be something that they could build off of, but instead he had scared them off. "Stupid Parker," he mumbled under his breathe before gathering up the plates to do the dishes and cover up the voices in the living room. He really needed to work on his selective hearing skills if he was going to be living with these two men.

You: That was kind of the issue- embarrassment. Both men had a lot of it when it came to someone admitting they were cute together, or anything. Nothing bad; it was just.. now there was sexual tension, and they kind of needed time to /get it out/. So letting a female take a teenage boy, who also happened to be an experiment of HYDRA's, and a woman who happened to be a spy from SHIELD, was their best bet.. to go clothes shopping. Both Stephen and Tony then appeared behind Peter- Tony smiling as nothing was wrong, and Stephen tense with desire and need he /needed/ to get out. "Heyyyy, Peter- Hate to ask this, but- can you actually go shopping for a bit? We decided that- Uh, /you/ need to get more clothes. Stephen already called Natasha- uh, Y'know, Black Widow? Spy lady?- to help you out. We thought a badass woman would be good enough to pose as a mother bringing around her child for clothes, or.. something. She's really sweet! And- And you can pick any dessert place after you get clothes, so you're also fed afterwards. We're going to be, in.. uh.." Stephen gave Tony an intense look. "The library-" Tony went 'ah'- "The /library/ for now, and Natasha will come get you. See you!" As soon as Tony stopped talking, both of the adults went instantly leaving the room, and to the private library. That Peter actually wasn't given access to, because it was Stephen's. It was actually originally the work-out gym for Tony, but because they already have a room for that.. Stephen had asked Tony for a library. And plenty of comfortable tables.. and couches. For a few obvious reasons, that no one is going to point out. However, one thing will be: Natasha coming to the floor in only a few seconds after the boys left. Her hair swayed behind her, and she was in a simple red zip-up jacket and maroon leggings. She also was wearing black boots, a little 'puffy' so she could slide a few blades in there. Her eyes looked around the living room, before spotting the teenager at the kitchen- and smiling. "So you're Peter? Nice to meet you, kid.. I don't know about you, but didn't Stark sound a little out of breath just a minute ago..?"

Stranger: (I have to go for the night but I'd love to coninue this moer long term if you're interested!)

You: [Alright, ill send my reply over e-mail then]

Stranger: (That would be great, sorry I'm just falling asleep right now!)

You: [It's all good]

Stranger: (Have a nice night, I'll either reply tonight or early in the morning!)

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