Complications

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MJ sits next to me on the plane ride home, because neither of us want to take the seat next to Betty and Ned.

There are 3 seats on each side of the aisle, so Brad sits next to MJ. I’m at the window seat, she doesn’t like heights, or flying, so he doesn’t notice me at first. 


He’s acting really weird...trying to flirt with MJ? I’ve seen him saying these sort of things to some other girls, and they seem all over it, but does he really think MJ’s going to like that?

After a while she puts in her earphones, obviously tired of being nice to him, and he keeps talking? Like? What?


“Hey baby, wanna go out sometime?” He tugs on her earphones, and us definitely not getting the message so she decides to kiss me, so I kiss her back, of course, which makes Brad finally notice me. Yay. 

I’m dead.


I look over to Betty and Ned, who are not helpful at all, snickering at me and making kissy faces. I wonder how they’ll feel when I’ve been murdered.


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When we land in New York it’s night, and there’s even more glaring from Brad than I expected. (MJ and I may have fallen asleep cuddling, or as close to it as we could on a plane, and even if she was just doing it to piss Brad off, it was nice.)


Pepper and Morgan are picking me up, partly because it’s their turn, I stay over there every second weekend, and partly because Aunt May picked me up from the last school trip. 

Why anyone would want to drive out to the airport at midnight I have no idea, but they did it so...idk. 


“Petey, Petey!”

Morgan sprints towards me and jumps at me. I scoop her out of the air before she tackles me, and she nuzzles her face into my chest.


“You smell weird. Different.”


“Morgan! That’s rude.”

I put her down so I can hug mom...er, um, I meant Mrs. Potts, and she goes over to hug MJ and Ned. 

And I’m not sure if smelling weird is good or bad, probably bad, I was just on a plane for 8 hours.


“You smell like her!”

Morgan’s pointing at MJ, Ned looks like he’s going to explode, and Mrs. Potts is giving me a look. And the half of the class still stuck in this airport are looking at us. Including Mr. Harrison who I was hoping I could’ve avoided by getting out the door quickly enough.


“Why are you hugging my student Mrs.?”

He looks kinda nervous, he clearly recognizes her, and I begin to inch away towards the washroom.


“Because I’m happy to see him? Why else? Could we go now?”


“I’m sorry, not until you tell me your relationship to him, I’ll get in trouble if I don’t document it.”

The class is still staring, not at me anymore though, which is a good thing, but I’ve got a feeling they will be soon. 


I think I’m going to add an invisibility feature to my suit, it might make situations like these a bit better.


“He’s my daughter’s brother, and he might as well be my son. I’m going now, thank you. Come on Ned.”

I wave goodbye to Betty and MJ, but it’s awkward and jerky because before she finishes her sentence Mrs. Potts has grabbed my wrist and is dragging me out the door. 


Morgan’s bouncing along behind us, and Ned is talking about the fact that I bailed on his plan, and Mom is really, really pissed now. It’s not the first time she’s had to confirm her status as one of my legal guardians, and I think she’s tired of the questions. 


Is he Tony Stark’s kid? Tony left you with two?!? “Did you two raise him in secret? Why does he live with you? E.c.t.


I really miss Mr. Stark, he was like a dad to me, and Pepper, which is what I’m supposed to be calling her, has recently become like a mom.  

Tonight was the first night she said out loud that she though of me that way, too.


And Aunt May is still awesome, of course, but she’s special; she’s my aunt. And I know she never really wanted kids, and that having a break every two weeks is okay, and it makes paying for food and things easier too.


I’m going to miss them.


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I larb aunt may (you know I had too 😋) so I’m including her in this one. But I love Pepper and Morgan so they’re here too. And complaints? No? Great!

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