Life Of Peter Stark

Chapter VI

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Peter and Tony sighed in relief. "NOOOO!" Clint kneeled and being a drama queen. "Thanks, Fri!" Peter smiled. "You're welcome, Spidey." Peter flinched a bit from the nickname. "What's for dinner? I'm famished." Tony streched his hands. "It's your turn. Go cook something." Steve reminded him. "Hmmm, sure. Hey kiddo, wanna help me?" Tony asked. "Yeah!" Peter followed him like a duckling following his mother. The others smiled, looking at the duo being together.

"So, what are we making?" Peter asked as he done an apron. Tony had insisted for them to wear an apron. At first, Peter denied, but after just hearing a quarter of Tony's 20 minutes of 'what if...?', he decided to wear it. "We're making pasta." Tony said while taking out the ingredients. "Uhm, do you mean like spaghetti and meatballs?" Peter is quite unsure with this pasta. "What? No. We're not making those fake pasta. We're making Tagliatelle al Ragù Alla Bolognese." Tony let out his italian self.

"You could just say lasagne, you know?" Peter looked displeased. "Oh, you know what it mean?" Tony is actually surprised. But then, he forgot that Peter is his son. Of course Peter would know italian, he himself is an italian. "Did you forgot that I'm italian as well?" Peter put his hands on his hips. "We're distracted. Alright." Tony clapped his hands. Peter gave him the 'are you avoiding my question?' look but then concentrated on what they're about to make. He inspected some flour and all those things to make pasta from scratch.

Tony saw the confused look of his son. "No, we are not making from boxes. We're making from scratch." Tony informed, and it made Peter cringed.

'This is gonna be long.'
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"AND DONE! YES, FINALLY! I'M SO HUNGRY I COULD EAT A WHOLE HORSE! YEEE BOII!!" Peter screamed. At this point, Tony is doubting, is Peter really his son? Peter immediately took out a plate and a pair of cutleries, drooling over his masterpiece. "Go take a shower first, there are flour all over you." That's true, considering the fact they had a little flour fight. Peter's look turned 180°, from happy to dissapointed. He grumbled to himself all the way to his room. Tony only shook his head and smiled.
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Peter went to his lovely room. He locked the door and cover the windows to avoid someone entering and seeing him naked. Then, he peeled off the sweaty t-shirt and reaveled his abs. He sauntered to the bathroom and proceeded to strip himself. "Uh Friday? Can you play some classical music please?" Peter requested. "Of course, Spidey." Clair de Lune then started to dance around the air. After stepping into the shower stall, he let the steamy hot water cover him in comfort. He hummed along with the delightful song.

Opening the shower stall, steam came out of it. "That's a nice shower." He mumbled under his breath as he dry up his soaking hair with a towel. Peter ran his hand through his wet brown curls. After drying up, he changed into some comfortable clothes and went to the dining room.

"Here comes the chef joining us to devour his masterpiece." Tony announced teasingly. Peter's blushing, but still smirking as he sat on the chair. He saw his glass is full with what looks like red wine. "Is that wine?" He pointed on his own glass. "Of course not. That's grape juice." Tony said. Everyone stood up to their feet (Peter only followed them, not knowing what was gonna happen) and picked up their drinks. "CHEERS!" Everyone clinked their stemware. They all ate happily, praising Peter and Tony.

"I'm stuffed." Peter sighed as he finished his part. "Can I go to my room now, dad?" "Sure, go ahead." Peter picked up his plate and put it in the dishwasher. He ambled and closed the door. He decided not to go patrolling, he wants to get his beauty sleep. Peter sat next to the window sill and admire on the beautiful full moon. Took out a sketchbook and a pencil, he drew the moon. He has been sketching ever since he was 7 years old. His drawing has improved a lot, but he never showed it to anyone. When he felt he has drawn enough, he packed up and fell asleep on his soft and fluffy bed.
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He woke up very early, like 4 a.m. early. "Friday? What day is it?" He whispered. "It's Monday, Spidey." Friday replied in hush tones. 'School! Wait, no. It's spring break. And it's the first day. Yay!' Peter smiled to himself. He looked outside and it's still dark, but there's a hint of light at the bottom. 'Bored, but don't wanna wake up the others. I think there's a piano around here.' "Fri? Can you tell me the directions to the nearest piano?" Peter questioned. "Walk straight ahead until there's passage to the left, go into it and you'll find the music room." Friday told him.

"Ah, thanks Fri." Peter then tip-toed slowly and found the music room. Inside, it looks old and unused. He opened the piano cover and wiped off the dust. Played every note to check if there's something wrong, it looks like it's new but no one had ever touched it and left here. He checked the pedals too before started to search for some music sheets. "Ah, found one." Peter read the title, 'Moonlight Sonata'. The sheets are old, so he was careful with them. Then, soft music started to fill the air.

When he finished, there's clapping. Tony is leaning to  the door frame. "Never knew you were a music person." Tony smirked. "Is it...good?" Peter wanted some praising. "It's perfect, bambino." Tony hugged him. Peter felt his dad is more warmer, but he shrugged it off. Tony took a cloth and covered Peter's eyes. "Dad? What are you doing? I can't see." "Don't take it off, trust me." 

"Okay.." Tony led Peter to the highest floor. Cold wind surging through their body. Tony removed the cloth and joined the others.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY SPIDEY!"

There are confetti and decorations everywhere, and there's a table full of presents and a cake. "Thanks guys!" They had a lot of fun. There are games and a whole lot of competition between them. They sang 'Happy Birthday' together and now Peter is 14 years old. Time flies by, and before they knew it, it's already 9 p.m. They all went downstairs and get some rest.
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Tony has been feeling fatigue and has a killer headache. 'Maybe some fresh air will help me.' Tony went upstairs and found Peter sweeping the confetti while humming to a song. "Kid, what are you doing?" Tony came closer to him. "Oh! I-I can't sleep." Peter answered quickly. Tony looked at him in disbelief. "Fine, I just want to repay you guys for today. So I decided to clean this up." Peter confessed. "But you don't have to." Tony said softly. "But I want to." Peter smiled. His smile faded slowly when he saw Tony's pale face. "Are you okay, dad?" Peter hold his hand. Tony suddenly fell backwards and luckily Peter catched him.

"Dad!"