you are my strange addiction

ch. 1 - greenhouse

It was barely six am on an autumn morning in New York. Peter was confused for only a moment as he realized he was not in his bedroom. He reached an arm out to feel for his phone. Once he turned his flashlight on, he realized where he was. Surrounding him were green tinted glass walls. There were a few select sounds to be heard, unlike his usual mornings. One significant noise was chirping, coming from the small birds, who were walking along the glass roof above him and his lover. The sun hadn't risen completely, barely at all, actually. Peter felt anxious only for a moment, but before it could turn into panic, he felt a cold breeze followed by a long arm wrapping around his chest. Peter instantly felt safe and any feelings of anxiety were gone.

"Hey."

Peter turned his head to see his favorite smile. It was his favorite, because it never failed to make him smile as well. It was his favorite smile for many reasons. Peter knew he was supposed to be home right about now, but he didn't care.

"It's okay. You're here with me."

That damn smile.

Quentin Beck could literally get away with anything, even murder.

"I'm glad you're here with me" He whispered tightening his grip on Peter's arm, closing his eyes.

"I am too" Peter pulled the hem of the heavy comforter blanket, which was laying at their waists. No wonder they both woke up. It was freezing where they were at. They only laid on a sheet, two pillows, and had a thick blanket over them.

Peter and Quentin had been seeing each other for around three months. It had been nothing but bliss - for the most part. Every time they met with each other, it was at a different location. Quentin always surprised him. This time, it was an abandoned greenhouse on top of a building. He had never brought his boyfriend to his house because his parents didn't know he had a boyfriend. Well, that's not entirely true. His parents suspected he was seeing someone.

• yesterday...

Peter entered the elevator yelling out "See ya later, Dad and Pops! I'm going to Ned's house!" with a duffle bag over his shoulders filled with clothes, a toothbrush, and a phone charger. It might as well have been filled with lies. Peter did feel guilty about lying to everyone, especially his parents, which were the best parents in the world. It crushed him even more to have to lie to his little sister, Morgan.

Steve and Tony had no problem with Peter going to his best friend's house, unless it was an important occasion in which he had to be home. After hearing both 'okays' and 'be carefuls' from different rooms, Peter was texting away as the elevator doors closed.

As soon as they heard the door close, they both met in the living room.

"I wish he would just tell us!" Tony practically pouted.

Steve shook his head grinning.

"Come on. Why won't he tell us that he's dating his best friend?"

"It can be hard for some people to come out, Tony."

"I understand that, but he has two fathers and a lot of gay uncles" Tony fell back into the couch and rested his legs on the ottoman. "He shouldn't feel that we're going to not accept him."

"I don't know. Maybe Ned isn't out." He shrugged.

"Hm. You may be on to something, there, Cap" Tony clicked on a pen aggressively. Not out of anger, but out of habit, and maybe too much caffeine. "How do we approach him about this?"

"We don't" Steve stepped over Tony's legs, and sat next to him. "We wait for him to come to us."

"Don't you think that we should give him a nudge though?" Tony turned to look at his husband. "Remind him that his fathers are gay? Practically everyone close to him isn't straight?"