Temptation

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Peter wrinkled his nose at the amount of ketchup there was on the pink plate. Wanda must've known that he was on dish duty today. Peter sighed and started to scape off the red sauce off of the plate. Washing dishes were the worst. It is so unsanitary.

Memories of him sitting at the table kitchen table doing homework, with May loading the dishwasher resurfaced into Peter's mind. The guilt was suffocating.

Footsteps softly padded into the kitchen, "Natasha for the last time I know how to wash dishes. I don't need you to go all Mr. Clean on me." Peter grumbled out.

"Well it's a good thing I'm not Natasha, and I don't tend to harass people based on their cleaning skills. I had people for that." Tony's voice hit Peter like a ton of bricks.

Startled Peter spun around only for soap studs to hit Tony's face. "Tony! I'm so sorry!"
"It's alright kid." The older man let out a laugh.

"Um, did you have any dishes for me to clean?" Peter asked after a few seconds of silence had passed.

"No, I just wanted to apologize to you. I'm sure that Sam told you that I tend to have outbursts. I didn't mean to take it out on you though." Tony explained, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

"Oh, it's fine." Peter shrugged, turning back around to get the dishes done.

"It isn't though, I need to learn that taking my frustrating out at others isn't okay. I shouldn't have snapped at you, I know you were only trying to help." Tony bit his lip not making eye contact with the younger male.

"Tony, I'm telling you I understand. When all the bad things happened to me and my Aunt, I learned to cope with how to deal with everything all at once. I just needed to be reminded of it." Peter rebutted Tony's argument.

"If you're sure. I just want to make sure that I won't push you away. You already mean so much to me." Tony's hand shook as he dug them into the pockets of his jeans.

"You mean a lot to me too." Peter smiled, "An if you think that a little outburst like that is going to drive me away, well you're wrong. I got tough skin." The couple shared a laugh before Sam walked in with a clip broad.

"C'mon Peter your up. I'm sure Tony won't mind finishing the dishes while we talk." Sam spoke, cutting into the happy atmosphere.

"Of course Sammie! I would never let Peter here fall back on his chores." Tony faked smiled. Peter frowned but didn't do anything as Same was ushering him into his office.

As soon as Peter sat down, Sam pulled up his file and started flipping through the pages.

"As progress goes, you're doing good. Great even, throughout one month you only threw up three times. Along with your one meal a day, I'm going to add a small snack. Maybe tee pieces of Watermelon.  It is mostly liquid so it should go down smooth." Sam suggested, tapping his pencil against his desk.

Peter nodded, "Sure. Is there going to be any changes to my meds?" He inquired.

Same shook his head, "I don't see any reason to. Unless you want to?" Peter shook his head, "Then that's that. I'm proud of you Peter. You're making very good progress. Keep it up."

It was times like this, Peter Parker felt inferior to others.

Little talks By; Of Monsters and Men