(Peter Parker x reader) Romeo and Juliet

67: Yes Ma'am

"What are you trying to accomplish, Tony?" I asked, setting my glass onto his workbench.

"I recommend one last sim before we pack it in for the night. This time, in the shape of a Möbius strip, inverted." Tony waved a hand leisurely at the table before him, where a 3D model of something I only half understood floated in midair. "Please?"

"Tony, answer me." I placed my hands on my hips.

"Processing," said the voice of the AI. The model spun slowly where it floated, the green and blue lights from it illuminating Tony's face while he ignored me. 

I waved a hand. "Am I invisible? And you're deaf? Conveniently?"

Tony gave me a smirk, not answering. "Give me that in eigenvalue. That, particle factoring, and spectral decomp."

"Tony Stark. Tell me, please, what you're messing with?" I sighed deeply when he once again held up one finger to shush me.

"Just a moment," the AI said in answer to Tony.

"And don't worry if it doesn't pan out. I'm just kinda...."

"Model rendered."

My mouth fell open slightly.

Tony looked amazed, staring at the projected model in awe. "Shit! Shit!" He breathed.

"Shit," said a little voice, somewhere near the stairs. Both Tony and I looked over to Morgan.

"What are you doing up, little miss?" I asked, leaning back against the tall workbench behind me, feigning ease. The fact that Tony wouldn't tell me what he'd just accomplished scared me a bit. Sometimes he did really, really dumb shit without telling anyone. 

"Shit," Morgan repeated.

"No, we don't say that," Tony said, crossing the garage to sit with her on the step. "Only mommy says that word. She coined it, it belongs to her."

I laughed softly.

"Why you up?" Morgan asked, leaning her head back.

"Cause I got some important shit going on here. What do you think?" He gestured to the table. "No, I got something on my mind." He looked at the table, then me. "I got something on my mind."

A small pause followed, in which Tony and I shared important looks. I think he invented time travel right here in front of me after dinner. I actually think that's what this is. I felt hope rise in my heart, hope that maybe, just maybe I could have Peter back. But I pushed that hope right back down. If I got too hopeful, it'd hurt me even more when it didn't work out. 

"Was it Juice Pops?" Morgan asked as Tony turned to her, settling on the step next to her.

He squinted, smiling and shaking his head at me. "Sure was. That's extortion."

"Great minds think alike," I said with a shrug, digging my keys out of my pocket. "I've gotta go."

"Say bye bye to Aunty Y/N," Tony said, picking Morgan up and heading up the steps. Over Tony's shoulder, Morgan waved at me.

I waved back, catching up to Tony and kissing Morgan's forehead. I held Tony's arm for a second, giving him a soft look. "Thank you Tony."

He scoffed. "I haven't done anything yet."

I shook my head slowly. "You've don't more than you'll ever realize." And I walked away with a dramatic shrug, leaving Tony standing in front of Morgan's bedroom door, doing that goofy one sided smile.

"Hey Pep," I muttered, walking into the living room.

Pepper, on the couch and reading, looked up at me. "Hello Y/N. You heading back to the compound?"

"Yes I am," I said with a sigh. "I've got a meeting with a Build-A-Bear Raccoon tonight, and I can't be late.

Pepper nodded. "Hey, Y/N?" She called after me as I opened the screen door. I turned around to face her, eyebrows raised. "Yeah?"

"Uh," she paused, looking in the direction Tony was. "Do me a favor...whatever happens, keep Tony from being too...destructive. Okay?"

"Of himself? Or of the rest of us?" I asked with a small smile.

"Oh, either one. Preferably himself." Pepper sighed. "Stay safe please."

I nodded. "Yes ma'am."

I got home late that night, just like I'd promised. When I walked into the compound, I found Tasha with her head in her hands at her desk.

"Hey, Tasha?" I began softly, walking into the room with careful steps. "Are you okay?"

She nodded without taking her head out of her hands. Her hair bounced with the movement. Her hair was so pretty now, I thought, with the red and blonde mixed together. 

"What happened today?" I leaned against the desk with my hips, looking down at her. 

"We did a trial run of the whole time machine thing." Her voice was muffled.

"And?" I prompted, sitting down on the pouf next to her desk.

"And we sent Scott somewhere. Scott came back," she said, taking her head out of her hands and sighing. "As a baby."

My eyes went wide.

"And an old man. I think a teenager, too." She laughed, shaking her head. "It sucked."

I nodded, leaning my head onto the desk. "Tony is uh...if he helps out, please promise me something." I looked up at her. "Whatever we do, time travel, whatever. Shit." I looked away from Tasha for a moment. "Please promise me you'll be safe?"

Her eyelids fluttered. "Oh Y/N." She scooted her chair around the corner of the desk, her arms open. I leaned into her. She hugged me close. "I promise. Everyone will be safe. We'll figure it out."

I nodded against her shoulder. And I prayed to whatever God is out there listening. Just save my family, please.