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Prom Night - Spideypool

There's not much Stony in this, but its a spideypool with background stony, brucexdarcy and philxclint. 

Dedication to my best real life friend who inspired me to write this oneshot after mooning over someone that she likes.

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  Prom Night 

"Uncle Bruce? How did you know whether you were in love with Aunt Darcy?" Peter peered around the doorway to Bruce's lab and his uncle popped his head up and smiled at his favourite nephew. Shrugging off his lab coat and pulling off his sticky rubber surgical gloves and chucking them into the bin by the door he sat down at the table and patted the extra seat next to him with a relaxed smile. 

"Peter my boy, why do you some to me and not your father’s?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow and Peter blushed as he sat down and twiddled his thumbs in his lap and looked back up at Bruce nervously, blinking and Bruce didn’t push it. He just laid back deep in his chair and played with the wedding ring that adorned his left hand.  

"Love is complicated," Bruce finally decided on that word to describe love. "It’s like waking up one day and thinking about one person and that person should make you smile, should make you weep and should make you love yourself because if your are to love someone you have to learn to love yourself first." 

Bruce eyed his nephew, taking in the way that Peter wouldn't meet his gaze; the way that he chewed on his bottom lip; the embarrassment was clear on his face. He wasn’t sure how he felt about his nephew - Steve and Tony's little boy - telling him that he might love someone. Being in love with someone was such an adult concept and was worried about how fast Peter was growing up - but he needed help, it was clear in the way his mannerisms were affecting him and he couldn't ignore his favourite nephews request. 

Licking his dry lips, Bruce placed a hand on Peter’s knee and squeezed it comfortingly and carried on. "It’s difficult to explain Peter, I suppose it’s different for everyone," he finally spoke; his voice low and thoughtful and the troubled teenager looked up at him through his lashes and a curtain of hair. "For me, I suppose I realised just how much I was myself around Darcy. She was always there for me and I always took that for granted until one day I hulked out with her there and I remember how she spoke to him like he was me, standing there with that smile on her face and one hand on her hip like we weren't different and in that moment I realised I won't let her go again.."  

"And how did that feel? The need to have her there and when she wasn't?"  

"When she wasn't it…hurt I guess. Like a dull ache in my chest that had nothing to do with the Hulk. I could live with it sure, but I was all out of whack and no-one could deal with me, or the Hulk for that matter. When she was there it was like..." Bruce struggled to find the right words to describe something that was unexplainable. 

"…like you're lighter…like everything that’s holding you down normally, and all your day-to-day worries down exist and all that’s left is you…and them." Peter finished quietly.  

Bruce gave the boy a wan smile and took Peter's shaking hand in his and squeezed it gently. "Sounds like you already knew," he said gently and tapped Peter’s head dropping Peters hand and getting up. "So who's the lucky girl is it that Gwen that’s always around?" Bruce asked gruffly and snuck a glance at a red Peter. 

"It’s not exactly a…girl," Peter finally finished his sentence and silence hung heavy between them before Bruce coughed and smiled at Peter and nodded at him and leaving Peter smiling to himself.  "Thanks Uncle Bruce!" Peter yelled as he left the lab with a smile on his face.