Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

Sing Me To Sleep (and so much more)

Summary: A restless Peter can sleep, and singing pursues. A fluffy, angstless piece cause I can’t function properly atm. His exams are like in a few months in june but it’s April  now ______________________________________

During a teenager’s high school years, there’s always the dreaded phrase, final’s week. A whole week that’s usually met with procrastination, a whole lot of exams, report cards, crying, overeating, etc. And since it was final’s week, Peter, like every other student in his grade was beyond stressed. He was an anxious tick, always fiddling with his thumbs, biting his lip and seemed impossible to relax. He was stressed to the max, and he had good reason to, being in his junior year of high school, that meant that these exams were crucial to getting into a good college. And of course the Avengers knew this. 

That’s why they designed a super elaborate plan to help Peter as much as possible, as they all knew that anxiety sucked, especially for someone like Peter who got nervous pretty easy, something that he inherited from his father. So Steve made sure to make breakfast that he knew was Peter’s favorite, as well as supply him with fresh orange juice to go with the fluffiest pancakes Peter had ever eaten. Clint made sure that Peter had enough snacks throughout the day that weren’t totally the healthiest, but comfort food would be more ideal in the situation. He also made sure that Peter chilled for at least thirty minutes per day which consisted of playing Mario Kart so Peter couldn’t sneak in a book or study on his phone, knowing the teenager would do everything, including overwork himself in order to study.  

Thor made sure that Peter laughed at least three times a day and ate enough. Natasha made herbal tea whenever Peter got home from school and needed a destresser as well as let him vent to her whenever wherever. As for Tony, he made sure that the teen took care of himself, didn’t overwork himself, showered, took breaks, offered help and validation, and made sure that mentally Peter was okay. The father knew stress and the toll of waiting anxiously by heart, and he wanted his children to go through as little of it a possible. 

As for the teenager himself, the poor kid was so overworked his head had begun to heart despite the herbal tea he already drank when Natasha insisted upon it. Toughing it out, he forced himself to study, insisting that five more minutes wouldn’t hurt. Quite the contrary, because his eyes were hurting and his stomach began to churn. He let out a soft groan, burying his head in his hands.  

Out of nowhere, or at least according to the boy’s acclerated spidey senses a pair of warm arms wrapped around the back of Peter’s neck, softly humming, “Everything okay, kiddo?” 

Peter let out a strained reply, “Yeah, was just studying when my head began to hurt.” 

Tony nodded, rubbing his fingers against Peter’s forehead checking for any temperature. He spoke softly as he began to massage Peter’s back, taking a mental note of how stiff the boy was, “You’re a little warm, let’s take a break and rest up.” 

Peter shook his head, “It’s okay, I’m fine.” 

Tony continued to close Peter’s book, pushing it towards the corner of the desk, “Not this time mister, you’re going to rest whether you like it or not. You don’t need to overwork youself, c’mon.” His tone was gentle, indicating that there was no anger behind the words as he scooped his son up and carried him to the former’s room. 

Peter, on the other hand, found himself leaning into his father’s hold, burying his head in the crook of his neck as he yawned. It was only once he was in his dad’s arms was he actually able to feel tired, and he didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing. 

He decided to settle on the former, letting himself curl on the bed, grateful that he had changed out of his jeans hours ago when he came home from school and loosely pulled on Tony’s wrists, “Sleep with me?” He flashed his puppy dog eyes towards his father, mentally pleading the man to comply, who sighed with a smile, “How can I say no to that?”

Peter beamed as Tony slid onto the mattress, and wrapped his warmth around him, pulling his son close to his chest. Peter felt a smile creep up his features as he sank into the surrounding embrace from not only his father but soft tones of red sheets and a deeper crimson comforter that had the teenage vigilante practically melting into.

Peter whispered softly as he felt himself become more tired by the second, “Dad, can you sing for me please?” He shifted into his father’s hold as a blissful sensation came over him. Hmm, this is nice. I really should rest more. 

Tony obliged with a smile as he began to sing, 

Somewhere over the rainbow 

Peter who was now nestled into his dad’s side felt a smile tug on his lips. This song held a special connection to him, he remembered being very young, no more than one years old and he was restless from having a fever and his father had sung this very same song to him. And ever since, the words had always soothed the boy into slumber. And this time would be no different. 

Way up high 

A yawn escaped Peter’s lips as he felt calloused fingers run through his hair, pulling on his stubborn curls, soothing his wrack of a brain. Peter felt his father’s other hand snake around his waist and pull the teenager closer to the blue light emitting from his father’s chest. The soft blue light tickled his eyes, letting himself sink into the perfect position to sleep. 

And the dreams that you dream of

Peter let his eyelids slip shut as warmth enveloped him. Within a few minutes, the boy was sound asleep, chest moving as soft snores served as white noise in the room. Tony chuckled, pressing a soft kiss on the top of Peter’s messy mop of curls whispering, “I love you 3000.” 

Once in a lullaby

 

A/N: stay safe with the coronavirus y'all. While you might be healthy, you could give it to someone's whose not.

2- lately my reads and votes have been going down, is it me? Should I write better, more/less, etc.

3- I just really love you guys so goddamn much.