Distressed

ch 3; The next Iron man? or?

The moment Amadeus opens the front door to the house there he lives, his papa shouts from the kitchen.
"How did it go today?"
He sighs and takes off his coat and scarf and hangs them up.
Then he walks out to the kitchen.
"Good..." he simply answers and sits down on a bar stool by the kitchen island and is watching Peter's back.
"Just good?" His papa asks while he is doing the dishes.
Amadeus cracks into a wide smile.
"Nah okay... it was more than good... the new guy was a kind person... he wanted to team up with me and doing the project togeheter!" He reavel and feels excited.
Peter turns off the water and turns around, smiling against his youngest son.
"Great! I'm so happy for you honey" Peter says and leans against the kitchen island, resting against his forearms.
His long hair falls down as a waterfall on the kitchen island.
"How is he?"
Amadeus chuckles.
"I don't know...he seems mysterious... protective and kind" amadeus says with a shrug.
Peter's brown eyes are examining Amadeus curiously as they wanted find out something else. An unspoken secret.
"Aaand cute?" Peter asks teasingly.
Amadeus jolts and leans backward.
"Papa!" He complains and starts blushing.
Peter starts laughing.
"Sorry... I couldn't resist" he apologies and walks back to the sink and starts the water again.
"Yes he looked good..." Amadeus says with a lower voice and takes a banana from the fruits bowl, who stands in the middle of the kitchen island. Then he jumps off the bar stool.
"What?" Peter asks without turning around.
"Nothing..." Amadeus answers while leaving the kitchen and goes quickly upstairs.
He eats his banana in his bedroom and throws the banana peel in the trash bin who stands below the desk.
Then he throws himself onto the bed, widely smiling.
He tries to calm down himself, but cannot.
Filled with excitement he keeps rolling around in the big single bed, giggling.
He sighs and sits up.
"Seems I cannot relax..." he mumbles and starts tapping his index finger and long finger on his lips. The index finger down and the long finger up. And they keep changing position with each other, rhythmically.
"Hm hm...what to do..."
Then he stands up from the bed.
He walks out from the bedroom, quietly.
He could still hear the water flowing in the kitchen.
With lighten steps, he walks downstairs as a feather. Trying not to make any sound.
He glances into the kitchen and see Peter is still washing the dishes.
Then he opens his parents bedroom as quietly he could. Holding his thumbs his Daddy isn't in there.
He let's out a silently breath when he sees Wade isn't there.
Amadeus enter the dark bedroom and opens the wardrobe, who is builded inside a wall, with the white wall as a door you have to swing against the side to open.
With the feeling of triumph he grabs the red and yellow bag. The one he uses when he turns into Iron spider.
"What are you doing? Peter asks from the door frame and make Amadeus to jolt, while Peter turns on the light.
"N-nothing..."
Peter sighs and walks against Amadeus and takes the bag away from him.
"It isn't looking nothing too me" he points out.
Amadeus heart starts beating disappointing.
"I'm sorry Papa...but pleeease..."
Peter shakes his head.
"It's dangerous"
Amadeus stomps his foot onto the floor, frustrated.
"I know! But... you were around my age when you started as spiderman... and you were mostly alone... while I have people around mostly of the time who help me out" he uses as argument to get as he wanted.
When it comes to go out and fight against criminal, Peter was the toughest to persuade. But if Amadeus push the right buttons, Peter will let him go out as Iron spider.
Peter starts humming thoughtfully.
Amadeus exhales.
"It isn't fair! Carnage can changes himself by his own power and starts fighting if he wants... while I cannot... who knows! Perhaps he is out there and fights right now... And you cannot stop that" amadeus adds with a slightly high-pitched voice.
Peter shrugs.
"But you are so fragile..." he says and is looking worried at his son.
Amadeus points against the red bag Peter holds.
"And that why I need the suit... to protect me"
Peter sighs.
"Okay... but you are only allowed to stay out in two hours... and do not fight strong enemies... stay as a friendly neighbourhood spider, okay?"
Amadeus nods.
"That's fine... I wanted mostly to fly around anyway " he tells Peter and reaches out his arms and gets the bag from Peter.
Peter raises an eyebrow.
"It's not a toy..."
"I know!" Amadeus says and holds the bag against his chest as it was something dear to him.
Peter snorts smiling and starts rubbing his hand on the smaller boy's black hair.
"Papa!" Amadeus complains and takes a few steps backwards before he starts smiling.
"Have fun..."
Amadeus nods and starts walking away with hurry, in case Peter changes his mind.
"Thanks papa...love you"
"But not too fun!" Peter shouts.