Carlos Gray was born with his powers, he grew up in Queens with his mother and father, both of who embraced their sons abilities.
As he grew up, he proved to be academically gifted- always being the top of his class.
But when he's 15 a billionaire v...
The teens returned to their hotel room, Carlos sat on a chair in the bedroom as Peter documented the fight, "it was the most amazing thing! Mr. Stark was like, 'hey, underoos!' and I just sort of flipped in and stole Caps shield. I was like, 'hey, what's up, everybody?' and-" somebody knocks on the door making the excited boy turn, "hey, just a second! coming!", Carlos nodded impressed when Peter did a clean flip over the bed to the door, "hey", the quiet boy waved at Happy who stood in his bath robe.
"We have thin walls here"
Happy then left again making Carlos look at Peter, "I need to clean those cuts you have", he walks into the bathroom, "come on" Peter timidly walked into the bathroom, standing next to the sink, "do you need help getting onto the counter?", Carlos spoke teasingly with a smirk, which made Peter blush and stutter, "you should of asked" he grabs the smaller boy and lifts him onto the counter next to the sink, "you weigh, literally nothing".
Peter watched in silence as Carlos cleaned the cuts on his face, he didn't like that he couldn't read the others face, and began to blush as his thoughts run wild in his head felling the cold hands of Carlos hold his burning cheeks, "th-" he coughed to clear his throat, "thank you"
For the first time in a while, Carlos smiled brightly looking at the smaller boy, "it's okay... my mums a nurse she taught me everything", he slowly puts a plaster over the cuts, "I hope we are friends when we get back to Queens", Peter gives him a confused look, "I could use your help... my powers keep getting stronger", he then smiles at Peter after putting one more plaster on him, "and I need to keep an eye on you, I have a feeling like you could use the help in your superhero-ing"
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Peter beams at him, "you mean, you'll come on patrols with me?"
"Yeah", Carlos puts all the equipment, "I enjoy your company... and your cute" he then walks to the bedroom, taking his t-shirt off, Peters eyes widen behind him, before he looks through his bag.
"Erm, I didn't bring a hoodie" Carlos gives him a look, "I always sleep in a hoodie", the dark haired boy grabs the hoodie he was wearing when they travelled, chucking it at Peter, "thanks", when the smaller boy saw Carlos get into bed he raised the hoodie to his nose, inhaling the strong, woody smell, he could also smell a hint of smoke, "do you... smoke?"
"Yeah", Carlos looks at him, "only sometimes, when I get too stressed and I can feel my powers ready to explode", Peter nods, slipping the hoodie on which reaches to his thighs and the slips into bed beside the other boy.
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For the entire journey back to America, all Peter could think about was waking up in Carlos' arms, the smaller boy snuggling into the elementalist; when they woke up, he apologised profusely to Carlos who only waved hi off and said, 'I didn't mind'.
Peter smiled and waved out of the window after they dropped Carlos off, impatient to seeing him again.
