More Time - COMPLETED

Part 1

So...here I am. Here we are.

Friday has my life on record for you to devour later on.  A little cheesy, isn't it?  A goodbye video.  Seems like something from a movie.  Man, wouldn't it be cool to be part of a movie?  Anyway, I'm not good at it - saying goodbye, or admitting to my feelings, or...not being a dick.

Pepper made me try therapy once, and it backfired miserably. It was worse for the doctor than me, though, I admit. Fell asleep before I even started. At least he didn't turn green.  Later, you scolded me for using him, Pep, but that's what friends are for, right? Then, tell me, why is he gone, too? Why are you all...gone? Why the fuck am I sitting here in this empty lab alone, when you said you were staying? It's been three months since Siberia, Pep. Three months since Natasha called you and you actually came back, and I...

Nevermind. Isn't worth it. Let's just...let's just pick this up from this morning, huh?

"What are you doing, a little video diary?" I ask, trying to sound interested as Parker waves around his phone.

We're dropping him off back home. Happy's annoyed up front. I dunno, but if I was anything like this, I don't blame my dad anymore. Well, that's a lie. But you get me. Kids...not my thing.

"Yeah," Peter answers.

He sounds guilty, so I reassure him. "It's all right. I'd do the same thing."

Queue Happy as the bad cop.

"I told him not to. He was filming. I'm gonna wipe the chip."

"Okay." It doesn't really bother me. I'll have Friday confiscate it when he isn't paying attention. "Hey. You know what? We should make an alibi video for your aunt anyway," I suggest instead to humor the kid. "You ready?"

"An alibi?"

He sounds shocked. Also excited. Shit. What did I get myself into? Time to pull out the Stark charm, if I can manage. Push these stupid thoughts out of my head and give him a good time.

"Sure. Okay, we rolling? Get in the frame."

I think for just a split second on how I can make this awkward. Then, the words are pouring out easily.

"Hey, May. How you doing? What are you wearing? Something skimpy, I hope."

Too far? Yeah, that's probably too far. Now the kid hates me, too. Join the fuckin' club; we have t-shirts.

"Peter, that's inappropriate. Let's start over," I decide. "You can edit it. Three, two, one. Hey, May. My gosh, I wanted to tell you what an incredible job your nephew did..."

At what?! Shit. Uh. Wait, got it.

"...this weekend at the Stark internship retreat. Everyone...was impressed."

Happy slams on the breaks and I almost concuss myself by smacking into the seat in front of me.

"Come on!" I shout. "It's a freaking merge."

"I'm sorry," he says, but the tone is still there; this is what happens when you have the same driver as a friend for over and entire decade.

"This is because you're not on Queens Boulevard," I tease, then turn back to Parker. "See, Happy is hoping to get bumped up to asset management. He was forehead of security, before that he was a driver."

"That was a private conversation!" he argues.

Oops, pushed his buttons, too. On a roll today, aren't ya, Stark? Just wanna burn all the bridges before... I push the plans aside as he continues.