Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

Bide Time (I'll Be Here)

A/N: This is a part two to the morgan cancer fic

Peter rolled from one side of his bed to the opposite, shifting his weight around trying to get into a comfortable position for both his mind and body. His body felt fine, evenly dipped into his mattress and laced with the perfect amount of warmth and comfort for sleeping, plus his favorite sweatpants and sweatshirt, each clothing article stolen from each of his dads, but his mind felt distant. It felt odd and strange, in a way that in some form hurt his brain. 

He sighed heavily, mumbling to himself as he attempted to massage his head, “C’mon Pete, get some rest.” The Stark-Rogers sighed loosely again, he knew that at this rate, he probably wouldn’t be able to get any sleep. Not with what he had learned a few weeks ago. That Morgan, his baby sister wasn’t going to survive the cancer that was killing her from the inside out.
Peter rubbed his eyes that started to well up with tears. He buried his head against his pillow as tears silently spilled down his face, God, Morgan was dying, and here he was making a big deal about not being able to sleep. The teenager sucked in a sharp breath as he forced his eyes closed again, trying to get the gears in his mind to stop churning for once and just let him sleep. 

One hour later, Peter Stark-Rogers still couldn’t sleep. He inhaled sharply as he pressed his back onto his mattress, staring up at the ceiling as he attempted to count until his mind would just shut up because Morgan is dying Peter and there’s nothing you can do to change that. 

“Shut up!”, Peter groaned as he pressed his palms to his forehead, “Just stop!”

Morgan is dying Peter, you’re baby sister. 

She’s not going to turn six years old, ever. 

Why her?

Peter groaned, “It’s not fair, please just be quiet!”

I know. 

Peter sat up, deciding that he couldn’t stand being alone with his thoughts any longer. He tiptoed quietly to his parents’ bedroom, but not before taking a quick peek through Morgan’s door to make sure his sister was as okay as she could be. Peter didn’t have to knock, as his dads’ bedroom door was wide open, inviting him to go inside. The teenager walked over to his papa’s side of the bed as he spoke softly while lightly tapping his shoulder, “Papa?”

Steve spoke groggily as his eyes opened, “Yeah Pete? What’s up?”

Peter spoke quietly, “I can’t sleep, I feel so scared.”

Steve softened as Peter played with his hands, something the boy only did whenever he was nervous or scared about something, and the idea of Peter feeling so helplessly scared only made the father in the veteran’s heart swell. “Oh bud, come here.” Steve sat up as he wrapped his arms around Peter while pulling the fifteen year old onto his chest. 

Peter curled up into a ball on top of his papa’s chest as Steve raised the covers up to his chin with one hand, while the other moved to tug on Peter’s chocolate-colored curls. The two stayed in silence for a few minutes, Steve just holding Peter. 

Tony on the other hand, was sound asleep, facing his loves with what Peter noticed to be heavy bags under his eyes. Steve followed Peter’s gaze and he whispered, “Dad’s okay bear, he’s been down in the lab all day yesterday trying to work on a cure.” Steve’s voice trailed off as his hold on Peter tightened, “For Morgan.”

Tony moved towards Steve and slung an arm around both his husband and son, pulling them close. Tony rubbed on a patch of skin on Peter’s cheek, “Hey muffin, you okay?” The genius, billionaire, and philanthropist opened his eyes sadly to see his son crying, “Pete?”

The soft and concerned tone immediately provoked everything within Peter to break as he started sobbing against Steve’s chest. Steve tucked Peter’s head under his chin as he kept his arms wrapped tightly around Peter, rocking his boy back and forth while Peter weeped. 

Steve started, “Baby, it’s okay. It’s okay, me and your dad are right here. I know all of this is scary and overwhelming, we do bud.”

Peter bawled as he fisted his papa’s shirt material, “It’s not fair!”

“I know”, said Steve as he planted a kiss on the back of Peter’s head, “We know it’s not fair. And we wish there was something more we could do.”

Peter sniffed as he wiped his tears away, “I feel so helpless. It sucks so much. I can’t just sit and watch Morgan die, papa please, I can’t.”

This time, Tony’s voice offered a reply, “I know exactly how you feel kiddo, and you’re right, it does suck.” He moved loose locks of hair out of Peter’s face as he continued sweetly, “And you’re handling it so well, even if you feel like you’re not. You’re doing so well bambino, me and papa are so proud of you. We know it’s overwhelming, we know it is, but the four of us, you, me, papa, and Morgan, we’re going to get through this okay. Morgan still has a chance bud, we can’t give up yet.”

Steve continued, “I know it’s hard sweetheart, we know. We wish we could make this easier for everyone, but you’re handling all of this so well. And you know that you’re allowed to feel right?”

Peter replied waterily, “Didn’t want to make a big deal out of nothing.” He leaned in closer towards his papa, “Morgan’s the one that’s sick and here I am making a big deal about not being able to sleep.”

Steve cupped Peter’s face, forcing his son’s chocolate colored eyes to meet his baby blue ones, “Peter,  you don’t have to be the tough older brother all the time, okay? You’re allowed to feel scared, sad, and however you feel. Your feelings are, and always have been and will be validated, even if other people are in worse situations that you. It’s okay to feel vulnerable, bear, you’re allowed to ask for help whenever and wherever.” Steve planted a kiss on Peter’s forehead, “Okay buddy?”

Peter yawned as he nodded, “Promise?”

Tony chuckled as he leaned against his loves, pressing a kiss to Peter’s cheek “Of course kiddo. You and Morgan are our babies, forever and always. No matter what happens, that’s never going to change.”

Peter inquired softly, “End tweet?”

Tony replied as Steve chuckled, “Period.”

It was Peter’s turn to laugh as he snuggled against his dads, “I love you guys so much.”

Steve replied, holding both of his loves in his arms, “Love you tons bear. Get some sleep bud, we’re right here.”

A/N: y'all can probably practically taste how bad this was. I've started a new drama and I'm hooked guys but this is great. It's called Resurrection Ertugul if you're interested. It's Turkish but it's about Muslims and the Ottoman Empire, and it's nice to know my history, y'know? On an entirely different note...this month is my second anniversary here so woo.