True Love

Lasagna

Peter's POV

Mr. Stark walked in the room, balancing a plate in one hand and closing the door with the other. "Who are you texting?"

"Just answering Ned."

He nodded as he set the plate down, taking my phone and placing it beside the food.

I closed my eyes as the delicious smell of tomato sauce floated up to my nose, mixed with a pinch of beef, cheese and garlic.

"Yeah, Natasha really knows how to cook." Mr. Stark smiled as he noticed my happiness. "Did you know smelling something really good makes you produce more saliva?"

"Did I need to know that?"

"Maybe. You never know the things you use when your desperate." He gave me the plate and a fork while we talked.

"Uh-huh. Yeah, okay, I think it's time we stop talking and-" I stopped as soon as the flavor hit my taste buds. "And start talking about how crazy good this is! Seriously, has Natasha thought about creating a cookbook?!"

"No, I think she prefers to keep her recipes a secret, especially a secret from me."

"Yeah, I think you would just ruin them, if this even can be ruined. Mr. Stark, if your cooking was only half as good as hers, I think we'd have to do take-out much less often."

"Thanks. I really appreciate the complement."

My face turned a bright red in embarrassment. Oh great, Peter, you messed up again. And now Mr. Stark is not going to want to be around you anymore, and he'll take away the suit and-

He chuckled lightly. "I'm just kidding with you. As much as I hate to admit it, I'd have to agree with you 100 percent." He stood up, leaving the plate of food for me to finish. "Okay, I have to check to make sure the rest of them didn't destroy the living room I just remodeled. Get some rest after you eat that; I'll take it back up later."

"Thanks. I lo-, yeah, um, I'll get some rest. Yep, rest. Sleep is very good for the body to, uh, recuperate." My cheeks became even hotter.

"Sure." He spoke again before he closed the door. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yep. I'm just fine."

"Okay." He left me with a plate of lasagna, a bottle of pain medication, and a lot of embarrassment. 

I almost said I loved Mr. Stark!! WHAT WAS I THINKING?!! I sighed, my cheeks just starting to become a natural skin tone.

Stupid. If I had messed up, I would never be able to see him again. It would have been so embarrassing. But it was okay, cause I had caught myself. Kind of. No not really, but at least I hadn't said them out loud. That was good right?

What if Mr. Stark felt the same way, like maybe I was his son? Aunt May was great, but I had always been missing a father figure ever since Uncle Ben died. No, Mr. Stark was too busy with meetings to worry about a high school student like me.

A small sadness drifted over me as I let myself think about Uncle Ben. I felt a little guilty I hadn't visited his grave in a while (2 weeks).

After finishing the lasagna, I glanced through my phone. I scrolled past Ned's text, but I went back to it.

Ned:

I don't know what's wrong, but I've sent her like 20 texts and she hasn't read any of them. And I just checked again 20 seconds ago.

Where was she?! I had to find out. I couldn't just lay here helpless. Without thinking, I tried to get up. A gasp escaped my lips as pain reminded me enhanced healing wasn't that fast.

Okay, new plan. I pulled out my computer and began to track her phone. In one minute, I had it located within millimeters. Now, I could only hope she was with it.

But of course, there was still the fight against my wounds. I glanced at the bottle of pain relief. Or was it a fight against pain?

I was going to get in so much trouble when Mr. Stark found out.