Like Father, Like Sons

-10- Cured, Unbothered

A/N; I am back! After what, one, two, maybe longer, years?

I am back. And decided that I'll continue this story.

I hope you all are as excited to continue reading this fanwork as I am to continue writing it.

I was gone because I forgot the password to my email and couldn't log into it, so I was unable to log into my Wattpad account. But I'm back, happily, even.

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After the awkward situation of his housemates finding out about his experiment gone wrong, Tony immediately began creating a cure that would hopefully convert him back to his human self. He didn't do it alone, no, Peter and Jack were there to help, seeing as Tony would have trouble getting to the high shelves.

It didn't take the trio long to create the first vial of the cure, which was a dull, translucent pink color.

"Well, I guess I should take it," Tony spoke up, getting up on the counter with help from Jacky, despite his pleas that he'd managed to get up on his own.

Tony picked up the large vial- well it seemed big to him, but in reality, it was pretty small. And drank it, leaving no traces of the liquid behind in the glass containment.

Immediately, Tony's cat form began transforming back to his normal, human body.

"Oh, thank god," Tony breathed in relief, jumping down from the counter, and leaning against it as Jack and Peter did a small victory dance.

"Alright, enough you two, it's dinner, down to the kitchen," Tony ordered sternly, watching as the two teenagers ran for the elevator, both rather hungry from faster metabolisms.

Tony chuckled to himself, they were kids, despite what both of them went through as children.

Cleaning up, Tony, too, made his way to the kitchen, the smell of home-cooked food assaulting his senses when the elevator doors whirred open.

Everybody was sitting around as Bucky and Natasha placed plates upon plates of food along the kitchen island, hungry eyes watching the food intently until the two cooks were ready to start eating themselves.

"Tony, you're back, in human form," Rhodey joked, watching Tony roll his eyes and sit down between Rhodes and Steve.

Bucky and Natasha both sat down, and the group began eating.

It only took half an hour for all the food to be gone, not a crumb left of whatever dishes Bucky and Natasha cooked not too long ago.

"Well, seems we were all hungry," Tony hummed, with his all-too-familiar sarcasm laced in between the words he spoke.

But it was true, Buck and Nat made a lot of food that night, and it was all gone, everybody was full and happy.

Jack was the first to leave, retreating to his respective bedroom to shower and get ready to sleep, as tomorrow Pete and the Feather Baby would be going back to school, after May's......death....

So it would be good if the two kids got a good night's rest.

"You should head to bed too, Peter," Tony ushered Peter to his room.

Peter rolled his eyes but closed the door to his room, and got showered and dressed for the night.

Laying in his Alaskan King-sized bed, Peter's mind began to wander.

Every time he tried to ignore the look on Jack's horrified face the morning prior, he felt guilty, for his best friend, and brother, had heard him crying, whimpering, and yelling in his sleep while he was enduring a nightmare, the look was burned into his head.

Peter sighed softly, curling up in the warmth of the room, the heating turned up to his liking.

Pete squinted his eyes, his mind nagging at him as if he forgot something important.

Aha! That's right, he needed to talk to Jack about school tomorrow.

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634 words.

This a short chapter, but it's 2255 hrs on a Sunday, and I have school tomorrow, so adios and I hope you have a great day/night/morning/evening wherever you are :]

Good night- Storms.