a million times over again

ch.15

I walk into the kitchen and Mr.stark is sitting at the island bar with a note book in front of him. I tentatively sit down next to him and he looks up from his notebook.

"Peter! There you are, I just wanted to talk to you for a bit. You really scared me put there kid, you could've gotten seriously hurt." He says. "so, you aren't mad at me?" I ask.

"I'm a little mad that you go out there with little to no protection, I mean, its a wonder you're still alive after almost a full year. That brings up my second question, is it all tech or is there any special abilities I should know about?" He asks.

"wait, you aren't going to kick me out?" I ask. "of course not, just answer my question." He says. "right, um, my finger tips stick to walls and stuff, and if I'm not wearing shoes I can usually stand on the ceiling. Oh, and I have a higher metabolism." I say.

"oh, I will write that down. Now, do the webs come out of your wrist or is it a tech thing, because I noticed you were only using one web earlier." He says. "its a tech thing, here, this is the one that works right now." I say, taking the web shooter off of my wrist and handing it to him.

"ah thank you. Here, I want your opinion on this kind of design." he says, pushing his notebook in front of me. Drawn on the page is a rough sketch of a suit. The legs are fitted with a looser torso, almost like a hoodie. There are notes on the side too.

Kevlar weave?
For full arm mobility ->
Adjustable eyes?
(night vis & sunglasses)
If tech webs, build webs into suit

The words bullet proof and safe are both circled several times. "What's this for?" I ask. I think I know but, I can't believe it until he says it.

"a new suit for you. I know that no matter what I do you're still going to go out and do your spiderman stuff, this way I can make sure you're still safe. This is just one I'm makeing tomorrow so you still have one while I work on your real one." He says,

"it'll be pretty similar, but I'm thinking maybe make the gloves fingerless so you can still get up walls, and gripping shoes, maybe a health monitor and a basic assistant in case things go wrong." He explains.

"thank you mr.stark." I say, trying to hold back tears. I don't why I feel like crying right now, I'm happy I think, why do I feel tears?

Mr.stark pulls me into a hug and says, "I just want my kid to be safe, I want you to be safe." I start crying a bit. "I Thought you were going to yell at me, or kick me out, I was so scared you would hate me." I say.

"I could never hate you kiddo. Never." He says.

*

I roll out of bed and almost get knocked back down by pain. My chest is sore, my arm is sore, my shoulder is sore, everything is sore. I take a deep breath before standing up again.

I move slowly as I put on sweatpants and the hoodie loki gave me yesterday. I walk slowly to the kitchen and sit down at the breakfast bar. This time mr.stark, thor, and cap are sitting at the breakfast bar and nat is making food.

"morning Peter, or should I say afternoon." nat says. "ah, Peter, I hear about your little skirmish last night. How are you feeling?" Thor asks. "kinda sore, but otherwise fine." I say.

"sore where?" Bucky asks. "mostly my chest, but also kinda everywhere. Knocked me off my feet a little bit this morning. Why?" I ask. "we should have you re-scanned at some point, I'm sure its nothing but we should check just to be safe." He says.

"oh, um. Okay." I say. I sit down at the breakfast bar and my chest aches as I sit down. "maybe we should get you scanned now, just to be safe. Buck, a hand?" Mr.stark says. Bucky comes over and both him and mr.stark help me stand up and walk to the elevator.

"I'm fine, really its not that bad. Just sore that's all, it happens alot." I say. "well it shouldn't, not this soon anyway. Usually you don't start getting sore until 2 or 3 days after stitches, before that you're still running on left over adrenaline." Bucky says. Is this because of the healing?

We get to the media bay and they help me other toone of the tables. Friday scans me and says "it seems that Peter is healing faster than usual, sir". Mr.stark looks at me and asks "do you have healing abilities?"  He sounds confused by his own question.

"maybe, I haven't really paid much attention to how long it tales things to heal. It's not anything super because it still takes a few days to heal up. I think its the metabolism thing." I explain.

"can I take a look at your chest? We may need to take the stitches out earlier than I expected." Bucky says. I unzip the hoodie but leave it on. Bucky opens a drawer and gets a pair of gauze scissors.

He cuts the gauze off of my chest and puts them in the trash. "yeah,  I should take those out pretty soon, probably now." He says, "tony you might want to leave again." "right, I'll go upstairs."  Mr.stark says.

When mr.stark leaves the room I take off my hoodie the rest of the way. Bucky gets a pan dish and the tools he needs to remove the stitches.

"by the way, did loki come out for breakfast at all today?" I ask. I didn't see him earlier. "no, why? Are you to like a thing or something? I know there was the thing with tony walking in on yo-" he asks. I cut him off. "that wasn't what it looked like. I mean I do really like him but, that's not what that was." I explain.

"mhm. Sure..." bucky jokes. "I'm serious! He was helping me with my arm." I say. "so you two do like each other, ill remember that." He says. "well, I like him, I don't know if he likes me." I say.

"Peter, kid, I mean this in the nicest way possible, you are an idiot." Bucky says. "yeah... I get that alot." I joke. We talk for a bit while he finishes taking out the stitches and I put the hoodie back on.

I end up going back to room and falling asleep again. I forget that when I'm hurt I sleep so much.