Help me | irondad spiderson

ch4

peter rechecked if the halls are empty before closing the door of the school lab.
he got out the crumbled paper from his bag and the chemicals from the cabinets.

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they both hugged as soon as steve got out of the private plane
"is it weird that I missed you already?" steve said as he stepped back from the hug.

"yes, you're weird" tony made fun of him before giving him a quick kiss. "let's go capsicle"

steve chuckled at the nickname, wrapping his arms around his husband's waist as they walked to their car. "fancy dinner tonight?" tony asked as steve buckled up.

"I can't say no, can I?"steve looked up at him.

"nope" tony started the car, hitting the accelerator .

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he ran inside the home and up the stairs but was stopped halfway "hey peter!!" he turned to face Harley

"..yeah" he exhaled taking deep breath from running all the way home.

"Mr Morris asked me to clean the kitchen...can you help me?" he asked innocently looking up to peter.

"yeah, sure" he smiled to the 9 year old, Spiderman can wait.

they both entered the kitchen, and peter started with the dishes .

"I heard that some rich family is coming " harely spoke as he staked the empty bowls on the table.

"you think it's your lucky day?" peter smiled giving hope to the kid.

"I don't know, but I would like it to be.." he gave peter the bowls to wash before going to mob the floor.

"don't worry, the perfect family will come. and they're gonna fall in love with you, and they will treat you well" he told harely that ,even if doesn't believe it himself.  harely should believe it.

"okay.."

they both cleaned up the kitchen and the living room with the help of Sarah , they finished right before the family came.

they were two polished mid 30s husband and wife, they were nice to the kids despite being disgusted by the old place.

and to Peter's relief, they liked harely. peter was so happy for him.
he wanted the boy to get out of this place as soon as possible, he doesn't want James to hurt him.

later that night ,after the visit ended.
peter locked his bedroom door to get dressed and sneak out the window.
he smiled as soon as he started swinging , he planed to only patrol for an hour so no one would notice he was gone.

it was an event less night, but peter enjoyed it, just swinging round n about.

he climbed back into his window , changing into some shirt and sweatpants.
he quietly unlocked his door just in case someone tried to come in.
he laied on his bed as he saw it was ten-ish .

he closed the light and so his eyes, but he heard it.
the squeaking of the door with a dim beam of light. he squeezed his eyes shut as the door closed again...

another one in the same day!!!
idk I'm in the mood to write more of this story..is this weird ?
im not sure..I think I'm a psychopath for being happy I'm writing this.

then again..im kinda letting of my inner demons and projecting it on the story.

maybe it'll get better?I think? idk I'm not planning anything