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When Peter and Tony arrived home, they were greeted by Clint, Pietro, and Natasha eating candy. Clint and Pietro were cuddling, and Natasha was grossed out by their adorableness. She immediately got up when she saw Peter's bruised and cut up face, and Clint and Pietro looked up worriedly. 

"What happened to you?" Natasha asked, getting up to examine the teen's face. Peter clung onto Tony, not wanting to respond.

"I don't even know myself, Nat," Tony responded for the kid. He didn't speak the whole car ride, and Tony didn't know how he got hurt or who hurt him. "Let's just give him some alone time." Tony pat the teen's head, and he let go, running upstairs.

Peter plopped in his bed, immediately curling up in the blanket. "I just can't catch a break, can I?" He mumbled to himself, rubbing his eye. He winced, forgetting about his bruises. They had healed a small bit, but not too much. He took out his phone, realizing he had a bunch of texts from Wade.

[wade: happy halloween!!  (((༼•̫͡•༽)))]

[wade: that's supposed to be a ghost i think]

[wade: im bored]

[wade: 🎃]

Peter was too tired to laugh, but he simply smiled. He put his phone back down, snuggling up to the blanket which went past his neck. He felt mentally and physically exhausted, still embarrassed from the previous incident. There was a knock on his door.

"Hey, Peter," Tony entered, carrying something. Peter turned to see him, slightly smiling.

"Uh, Barton wanted you to have this." Tony handed Peter a bucket of candy. Peter looked at it, his smile slightly growing. He chuckled softly.

"Do you wanna tell me what happened, Pete?" Tony asked, sitting on his bed. Peter reached his hand out of the blanket to grab a bag of Skittles. He shook his head no, and Tony sighed.

"If I ask you yes or no questions, will you answer by shaking your head or nodding?"

Peter stayed quiet for a second, before nodding.

"Was it the same kid that hurt you? Flash, was it?"

Peter hesitantly nodded, opening the bag of skittles.

"Was he drunk?"

Peter nodded.

"Were- were you drunk?"

Peter's eyes widened as he quickly shook his head. Tony laughed quietly.

"Good." Tony sighed, leaning to kiss Peter's forehead. He got up from his spot in Peter's bed. "Get some sleep, you must be exhausted. G'nite kid, love you."

Peter had already finished his Skittles. He snuggled back into his blanket, curling into a ball. "Love you too." The teen mumbled, already shutting his eyes. When Tony left, he snuck another bag of Skittles.


Tony spent the rest of his night in the lab. He came up at three A.M., feeling somewhat tired. He was greeted by Steve using his laptop. He looked exhausted, and clicked away from the tab when he heard Tony come upstairs.

"Hey, Capiscle, what are you doing up?" Tony asked, placing an arm around Steve's waist. Tony looked to Steve's computer, seeing him looking through Tony's Instagram. "Wow, I'm surprised you even know how to use this."

Steve laughed quietly. "Bucky's been teaching me." Tony smiled softly. 

"Come on, let's get to bed, I'm tired." Tony yawned, kissing Steve's cheek.

"I think I'm gonna stay up for a bit longer, your Instantgram thing is pretty cute."

"Aww," Tony smiled at Steve's little knowledge of the Internet. "You can look at my Instagram tomorrow, come upstairs."

"I'll come up in a few minutes." Steve said, causing Tony to pout. 

"Fine." The brunette smiled, placing a kiss on the blonde's lips. Tony hesitantly went up to his room, wrapping the blanket around him. After a few minutes, however, Steve hadn't come upstairs. Minutes turned into hours, and Tony still hadn't gotten sleep and neither had Steve. Tony kept waiting for his lover to arrive, rubbing his eyes. He wondered what Steve could be doing up at 5 A.M. 

He heard quiet talking downstairs, but ignored it. He tried to go to sleep, but couldn't.

Over the next few days, Steve would leave the H.Q. with Bucky quite often, and would hardly get any sleep.

'What the hell could he be doing..?'


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oo whatcha up to stevie

also i saw interactive introverts last night and it was amazing omg <3

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