Peter:
I woke up to loud music. My stomach was feeling better but it still wasn't 100%. I got up and went into the living room. I saw Steve and Da- I mean Tony fighting over which song is better, Fly Me To The Moon (Steve's choice) or Livin' on a Prayer (Tony's choice).
"Peter! I'm glad you're up! We need your opinion on something." Steve said, grabbing me and leading me to Tony.
"Livin on a- you know, is better." I was so exhausted I couldn't even finish my sentence.
"Wow, Peter? You okay? You seem tired!" Steve sarcastically asked.
"I am. I'm really, really...sle-" I soon fainted, everything went black.
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Tony:I quickly caught Peter as he was falling. His hair was matted to his forehead, he was pale and sweaty. I carried him over to the couch and he woke back up within the hour.
"Peter, take it slow." I said as he sat back up.
"I'm gonna-" he stopped and threw up all over me. I grabbed a towel and wiped it all off.
"Sorry." He blushed in embarrassment.
"Don't be. It's okay. One time I threw up all over my dad right before he went on stage for a speech, we switched clothes." I laughed.
"I don't remember my dad. I kinda recreated him in my head though. I imagined him as a funny guy who loved making people laugh and he loved his family more than anything. Sometimes I dream about him, what he was like. But my dreams are more like nightmares. I remember shouting and screaming when I was little. I thought they were joking, until I saw my mom crying. She never cried. Do you think my dad would be considered a bad man for making a woman cry?" He asked.
"Everyone makes mistakes Peter. Your father made some too. Don't worry about him, it'll be fine." I comforted the teen.
"My Aunt used to say that, 'It'll be fine'. I hated it. It made me feel so alone. 'Fine'. It's a cold word to me, it's sad and has no respect for authority. I came up with the theory that 'It'll be fine' actually means 'it'll be sad' which is exactly what it is." He was rambling now.
"Pete, it's okay." I sat next to him and rubbed his back.
"It's sad. My life. No mom, dad, uncle, or aunt. God knows where she is." Peter started to get teary eyed.
"Wait, she's still alive?" I asked.
"I don't know. But she can't be, I've excepted that." He sighed.
"I'll be your guardian." I finally said it.
"What?" He asked in shock.
"I'll be your parent! I'll take care of you, legally!" I explained.
"You don't have to." He sighed.
"No! I want to! I really do! Your starting to grow on me, Pete." I admitted.
"I don't know." He mumbled.
"What do you mean you don't know?" I sat next to him.
"I like all of you. I really do! But, how do I know that you really love me?" He asked. Everyone was in the room now. We all knew Peter was a very self conscious teenager, and we knew he had been lied to many times in the past. We want him to trust us and know that we love him.
"We do love you. Your are so so so special to us! You opened our eyes to others. You made us care for someone besides ourselves. You." I smiled.
"She left." He said.
"What?" We all asked.
"Aunt May, she left me. I remember waking up and going down stairs, I saw that she left food for me and had a note. It said she was stressing over work and needed a vacation. She didn't even bother waking me up, or taking me with her. I tell people that she died because it's a lot less painful than dealing with the fact that someone chose to leave you." He put his head in his knees and sat there quietly.
"Oh Peter! I'm so sorry! We didn't know!" Steve apologized.
"Don't apologize. It's no ones fault. I figured out that it was just her. Not me. It just kinda hurts ya know? Someone just leaving you, that you thought loved you more than the world itself." He said as tears rolled down his face.
"That's why you don't know if you want me to adopt you? Your afraid of being left?" I asked.
He nodded, starting to sob.
"Peter, I'd never ever leave you! Some of us will! We promise!" I grabbed him and pulled him into my chest.
"I-I love you guys s-so much!" He sobbed out.
"We love you too Peter. And don't you ever forget that!" I kissed his head and stayed with him until he fell asleep.
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