More than I bargained for. (Work In Progress)

Closets and conversations.

-Published August 25 2021-
Previously

Not being able to think straight, his inner dialog had resorted to a colorful string of panicked profanity. He couldn't let Fury see him- much less someone like Virginia Potts- no, nope. Fuck. He had to go. Peter held both of his arms in front of him now, one straight down and the other gripping his first arm.

Fuck, he couldn't believe they saw him like this.

And so, still shaking horrendously, he ran.

Where was the nearest bathroom?

Fin~

— *TW; suicidal thought mentioned briefly* —

W/ Fury (3rd person)

"Stark." Fury's voice rang out over the AC/DC blasting through the room's speakers as he, Maria Hill, and the women chaperoning them entered a considerably large lab through a pair of glass sliding doors. The music quieted down significantly courtesy of Mr. Stark's AI, though of the three entering Ms. Potts was the only one who even knew FRIDAY existed, so the two SHIELD agents assumed it was Stark who turned the music down.

"Hey there, Pirate." Came to a slightly muffled voice from aways within the room, it was a bit late of a response given he hadn't even noticed the three of them until FRIDAY had notified him through a new earpiece. Stark wasn't how he felt about said earpiece yet, but had been testing out wearing it the past few weeks just for knowledge's sake.

Virginia Potts had led the two shield agents down to the familiar area of the building, knowing full well this was not their first time there. This being the case, neither Ms. Potts nor Mr. Stark seemed ashamed or embarrassed of the two shield agents seeing Stark's lab in its' cluttered, messy state. Nor of them smelling what might have been gasoline and what was probably smoke, which was pretty much the area's permanent general aroma.

"You sure you just got back from an important meeting and not the Dead Marshes?" Fury spoke distractedly from behind a large blue hologram, it was glimmering with designs for a flight suit Fury had never seen before. He looked around in curiosity, wondering wearily what the Ironman had been up to these past few months.

The mechanic looked up from behind a welding mask and a complex-looking machine built to do who-knows-what, his signature facial hair oily and seemed to glint slightly in the blue-tinted light of the lab. One eyebrow rose in a Stark-like fashion as incredulity could be heard in the superhero's response.

"Did you just make a lord of the rings reference?"

Fury ignored his question and continued, only pausing for a moment to look around at the various finished and unfinished works of machinery scattered around the room, some on tables and others just resting on the floor. And hunks of what Fury assumed to be machinery were covered with thin white cloth, leaving Fury mildly suspicious though he resigned himself to not saying anything for the time being. He wasn't planning on offending the man he was about to ask a very large favor of just yet. Fury looked at Stark, the man's comfortable-looking, snug Tee was smudged with greasy stains.

"I'm here for a favo-" The rest of Fury's sentence was unintelligible, as it had been cut off by a lady with an Irish accent airing her voice through the speakers in the room, something Fury was not overly fond of. He scowled at the interruption clearly incredulous, and mildly annoyed that there was nothing he could do about it. Stark on the other hand was somewhat proud of his AI's inconveniencing of the pirate man,  still sour about the previous night.