Gang Life (PercyxAvengers) (PeterXPercy)

Jackson is the Coolest Guy Ever

Y'all can thank @KookiesandMochie14 for the update~ lol

I had to update as quickly as I could solely to spite them after they roasted me

***Warnings***

· Explicit language (if you're skipping chapters because of this, you should probably stop reading this story tbh lol)

· Slight suggestions towards drugs

· My constant sexual jokes

Chapter 8: Jackson is the Coolest Guy Ever

Tony's POV:

I meander down the hallway, stumbling slightly as I head to the interrogation room.

Steve had gone ahead of me about ten minutes ago, after I told him I was just gonna have one more cup before going back.

He doesn't need to know what was in the cup.

Finally reaching the door, I grasp the handle, mentally preparing myself to deal with the vulgar criminal inside and hoping he hasn't said anything too horrible to Peter.

But I pause when I hear infectious, childlike giggling and snorting suddenly spew through the door, echoing down the hall.

What the hell...?

Every scene from every horror movie I've ever seen shoots through my mind as I throw the door open and burst inside, spinning to where the interrogation table lies.

Jackson sits just where I left him, except now he's infinitely more relaxed, no longer leaning away or acting like Peter's attempting to stab him. Instead, he's smiling softly at the other boy, who is currently stumbling around with his hands holding his sides and giggling hysterically.

"Um, what is..." I trail off, not even sure what to say as I blink at the mood change in the room.

Peter's head swivels to me in surprise. "Oh, hi, Mr. Stark!"

The smile doesn't leave his face as he bounds over to me, tossing the rag back on the table. "Jackson is the coolest guy ever! He's had such crazy things happen to him. Like this one time, he said his dad was having a party—"

"His dad?" I raise my eyebrows, my full attention on Peter now.

"Yeah." Peter barely pauses, continuing on with his story. "And Jackson snuck some of the brownies that were for the party, and he said that they were the most delicious brownies he's ever had; so he ate the entire container of them!"—His hands gesture around dramatically—"And then he felt really sick and kinda loopy and he ended up accidentally handcuffing himself to a radiator! Isn't that crazy?"

Peter grins, his eyes wide the entire time he's been excitedly retelling this tale.

Suddenly though, his face drops into a more serious expression. "But while he was trying to get out of the cuffs, he burned himself on the radiator really bad. And that's why he has that huge tattoo of a jellyfish going all down his arm!"

"Oh yeah?" I purse my lips, looking past him to make eye contact with Jackson. "Where'd he get the handcuffs though?" I raise a quizzical eyebrow.

The young criminal rolls his eyes, struggling to stick up his middle finger at me.

Peter's eyebrows crunch together, his mouth twisting into a frown. "That's true, that is weird..."

I glance over at Bruce, who is finishing up with Jackson's wrist.

He makes eye contact with me and just jerks his head towards the young father before shaking his head purposefully.

Said boy eyes me warily from his seat, face expressionless.

This kid is definitely spewing straight bullshit to Peter.

"I don't know..." The energetic boy says, still thinking about my earlier question. "Well maybe I'll ask him later. Anyway," he continues to ramble, "he also told me this super funny story about how he got those bruises on his neck—"

"Peter, kid—" I interrupt, squeezing the bridge of my nose. His loud voice is starting to reverberate through my skull, making it throb. (😏 I'm sorry I just can't use that word w/o my mind going full gutter ball) "I'd love to hear every single story you want to tell me, but we're gonna have to do it another time, okay?" I drift towards the restrained boy. "Right now, I need to finish dealing with this baby-criminal-and-baby situation going on, alright?"

"Not a baby, you fucker," a certain voice drawls from his seat.

Peter nods quickly. "Oh right, right, of course, Mr. Stark!" He hops towards the door. "I should be off to bed anyway, got school tomorrow, y'know?" He gives me an awkward thumbs up and chuckles nervously.

Before I can say a single word, he takes off down the hallway, sparing one last flustered glance at Jackson.

I close my eyes, shaking my head.

That kid...