Temptation

VIII

It was sound of glass breaking that woke Peter up. And then the shouting began. Peter kept his eyes closed and wrapped his red blanket tighter around his shoulders as he tried to tell who was yelling so early in the morning.

There was Wanda, Steve, and, Peter was out of bed and running down the stairs ignoring the black dots in his vision. They were getting into a fight with Tony.

"You think you're so great with your money and your luck. But deep down you're still human just like the rest of us. You ain't all that special." Steve jeered at the shorter man with a glint of a glare in his eyes.

"Oh please Steve, you're just jealous. You act all superior against the treat of us. You're not God! You're just some junkie alcoholic who lost his boyfriend by cheating. At least I never did that to anyone I ever cared about, even when I was on a drug high." Tony sneered back at the blond.

Steve's face slowly morphed into an ugly snarl and Peter's heart thudded harshly in his chest as the taller male clenched his fists.

"The fuck is going on here?" Sam shouted walking into the living room, his body stiff with anger. Behind him Wanda looked worried, it made Peter want to slap the fakeness off of her face.

"Just an asshole trying to be a dickwad." Steve commented crossing his arms.
"Don't ever try to cuss someone out pal." Tony busted out laughing.

"Okay enough! Peter take Tony back to his room. Wanda go back to yours. Steve in my office now!" Sam yelled out the orders.

Tony seemed surprised to see Peter in the room with everyone else. That was fair, the younger man didn't make himself known to the room. Peter felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment from the looks Tony was sending him.

"Tony-" The older man slammed the door in his face before letting him finish. Peter wanted to cry, he probably looked ridiculous, standing in front of Tony's door in PJ's and teary eyes.

"Happens all the time, don't take it personally. If you do, you'll go through life with a broken heart." Natasha's voice ranged in Peter's ears.

"Why didn't you do anything to try and stop it?" Peter found himself asking.

Natasha smirked and leaned against the doorway of her room, "I was planning to, but someone beat me to it. For knowing him only a few weeks, you seem very attached to him. Watch out, your loyalty might get you hurt one day." The redhead said as she disappeared back into her room.

Peter let out a sigh and headed back to his room feeling the pressure on his shoulders. It wasn't going to be a good day in the house with everyone fighting.
And the stress that surrounded Peter made him want to smoke. Going through withdrawal sucks.

Closing the red door behind him, Peter slumped to the ground as his stomach groaned with hunger. Breakfast was going to be served later instead of its regular time.
Keeping your body on a mealtime is good for recovery, according to Sam.

Now it felt like it was useless. This did make Peter cry.

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