Resilience | Marvel

Chapter 7

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Tony couldn't sleep that night. He kept checking on the younger hero, who eventually rolled over and decided to give in to his exhaustion. Why is he doing this? Tony thought quietly to himself as he sat stared at the person lying on the table. 

He felt large hands tap his shoulders.

"Tony, get some sleep. He's not going anywhere." Steve said, and looked at Spider-Man. "Well, not without J.A.R.V.I.S  knowing about it." Tony was stubborn, but he knew when his body needed rest. 

He grudgingly made his way to his room. He laid down on his bed, instantly passing out as his head hit the pillow.

In the morning, Tony woke up to bright skies. He sat up quickly, he jumped out of bed and ran through the halls, out to the family room, past the breakfast bar and to the med-

"Going somewhere?" Someone called from behind him. Tony turned around, Spider-Man and Clint were at the breakfast bar, except the webslinger was sitting on the bar.

"Morning Sunshine." Clint said, wielding a french toast stick. 

Peter giggled at Clint as he devoured one of his own french toast sticks. Syrup dripped everywhere.

"Did I ever tell you how much I love this dude?" Clint laughed and licked the syrup off his lips.

"It's because you're immature as hell, he's what? 22?" Tony looked at Peter, his eyes squinting tightly. Peter froze. Not even close. There was no response from the young masked wall crawler.

"Nah, man, he has to be at least 25." They both looked at him.

"I'm old enough to enjoy this golden syrupy goodness." Peter stuffed another french toast stick into his mouth. 

They were both staring at him, confused. Peter shrugged. "I'll leave you guys guessing."

"Anyways, I'm just glad you're feeling better." Tony said, Peter felt honored to have an Avenger worry about him. He didn't feel he deserved it, but it made him feel honored, nonetheless.

The boys turned when they heard a throat clearing. It was Natasha. She was wrapped in a white sheet that almost reached the floor, her bright red hair was in a bun. Peter was stunned by her beauty. 

"Morning, beautiful." Clint said sweetly. She smiled sleepily.

"Good morning." She yawned. It usually took her a coffee and a kiss from Clint to wake her up fully. The archer bent forward and gave her a nice peck on the cheek. She playfully patted his chest. Clint sat back down and began munching on another french toast stick. Natasha turned to Peter.

"So you're the Spider-Man, the web spinner." She nodded respectfully at Peter. Tony and Clint knew she had her doubts about Spider-Man.

"And you're the Black Widow who could probably crush my head between her killer thighs." He held out a hand to her.

"Touché." A corner of her mouth turned upward into a crooked grin, he blushed. She shook his hand gently and went behind the counter to make some coffee.

After a few more minutes of the others chatting and breakfast. Natasha had her coffee. He seems alright. Either that or he's majorly sucking up.

Natasha finished her coffee, the boys finished their french toast sticks. And Spider-Man jumped down from the counter.

"Ok, guys, Thanks for the breakfast, I really hope-" Peter started walking towards the elevator.

"Hey, hold on, are you sure you're okay to go?" Tony stopped him, Clint and Natashas head perked up.

"Oh yeah, It's already pretty much closed up." He showed his wound. It was scabbing up. Tony cringed, it looked painful, but the younger one had managed to take it in stride.

"The stitches will fall out right?" Peter asked, poking and prodding at the injury.

"Yeah. Doctor Banner did good work, taking your healing factor into consideration, it should be fully healed by midnight, but you might have a nasty scar." He hated letting the injured hero leave prematurely, but he knew Spider-Man was probably a very busy person.

"Thanks. Hey, tell Doctor Banner thank you for everything. I would wait for him to wake up but I really need to go."

"Will do. You're sure you're fine?" Tony asked once more. He clenched his teeth. 

"Yes. I'm fine. Tell Captain America thanks too!" He walked through the glass door that Tony brought him in through.

"Really, you should come watch the playoffs later this year." Clint nudged his shoulder.

"Yeah yeah, I'll put that in my schedule." He looked to Queens, he thought he could see his apartment building in the distance. He looked back to the group of Avengers, they seemed really nice, hopefully they would cross paths again. He especially liked Tony and the billionaire seemed to inexplicably care about him.

He gave a wave goodbye and jumped off the platform, he shot his web at a nearby building, it caught the wall and the wind whipped around his body as he swung through New York.