Raised in Tartarus (AvengersxPercy) (PeterxPercy)

Not Gay

After 2 months, here's the next chapter  ʕ´• ᴥ •'ʔ

My bad y'all

Peter's POV:

I follow Bruce out the door to where Tony and Steve stand in the hallway.

"Can you close the door, Peter?" Bruce nods his head towards it.

I spin around and as I swing it closed, glance up to see Damarion still intensely staring in our direction. He squints his eyes a little, staring straight into my soul. He looks so...devious all of a sudden, his shy innocence seemingly gone. I gulp and shake my head, slamming the door the rest of the way closed and spinning back to face Bruce.

Bruce jumps a little before clearing his throat. "Well, um, Peter... so basically... we think Damarion here is... Well you see-"

"We're pretty sure Damarion's being majorly abused so we want him to stay here until we can figure out more what's going on and we want him to stay with you in your room so you can keep an eye on him." Tony interrupts Bruce's stuttering. "Is that okay with you?"

My eyebrows practically shoot to my hairline. "W-what?" My mouth hangs open as I think about what Tony just said.

"Well obviously not in the same bed or anything..." Tony reassures, then mumbles, "Yet."

I jerk my head towards Steve, then Bruce, then back to Tony. "What??" My cheeks start burning and I'm positive they're bright red at this point. "No, not in the same bed! It's not like I'm gay, guys!"

Nobody responds.

"Guys!!"

"Oh, well yeah... of course not!" Tony shakes his head. "I just meant... you know...he might get lonely or something?" He says as more of a question.

I glare at him, but nod anyway. "Yeah, that's fine, he can stay with me." I glance back at Damarion through the window in the door. 'Damn... How am I gonna survive with those eyes staring at me all the time? I wanna pet his hair so bad...it looks so fluffy.'

"Peter?"

'How can someone look so gorgeous even when they look like they've had the crap beaten out of them?'

"Peter!"

My head spins back to Tony. "Wha'?"

"You need to move so we can go back in."

I glance behind me at the door. "Oh. Right, sorry."

I sidestep away and Tony enters the room again, Bruce following close behind. I go in too, but stayed glued to the wall with my arms behind my back, feeling nervous all of a sudden.

"So, Rion...RiRi..." Tony starts, "it's getting kinda late... And we were wondering, how would you feel about staying here tonight and for a little while? Cuz, y'know... Peter's worried about you." He swings his arms toward me.

My eyebrows shoot up. "Tony! Shut up! I'm not worried!" My face starts to burn, and it definitely doesn't get any better when I catch a glimpse of Damarion giving me a little lopsided grin while intensely staring at me. He wets his lips, never breaking eye contact.

Oh my God, I'm not gonna last a week.

"I mean, I'm not not worried... I'm not worried though!" I bring my arms out from behind me, crossing them and glaring at Tony.

Thanks for making everything frickin awkward.

"I'd love to."

My eyes dart to Damarion.

What?

Did he... say yes?

Oh my God, oh my God... This man is gonna stay in my room? With me? Alone? This is it, my death. I'm not gonna make it. Honestly I'm surprised I haven't already fainted. I need to sit down or something.

"Peter? Are you feeling okay? You look kinda pale and your cheeks are all red." Bruce steps toward me with his eyebrows twisted in concern.

"Yeah...yeah I'm fine..."

Damarion stands up, still looking at me, and starts walking to me. My eyes widen. "Huh? Oh yeah! Yeah, I'm fine!" I step back and reach behind me to open the door. "It's just getting late, y'know? I think I'm gonna head to bed."

Tony raises an eyebrow. "It's... 7 o'clock, but okay. Why don't you take Damarion with you too, m'kay, Peter? Get him comfortable and all that."

I swallow. "Oh... Uh, yeah, sure... Good idea. Don't you gotta finish bandaging him though? He's still bleeding..." I glance at his abs and swallow again.

"Oh right! Yes, sit back down, young man." Bruce spins around to Damarion and shoves him down into the chair by his shoulders. Damarion blinks. Bruce instantly begins whipping out an assortment of bandages and ointments and smothering the poor kid in them.

Damarion sits there patiently, but glances at me every few seconds looking somewhat nervous.

Now that I think of it... Why does Tony keep beating up random innocent guys?

And why did he bring this one back here?

I furrow my eyebrows as a feeling of suspicion starts to bubble up inside me.

But when my eyes trail back down to look at Damarion, it disappears.

Does it really even matter why Tony brought him here? I mean, look at that baby seal face. I bet he couldn't hurt a fly.