Peter Parker oneshots :)

Happy birthday Tony

Steve was chopping up vegetables for dinner, wondering when Peter would be home. His question was quickly answered as Peter slipped in, coming from the direction of his bedroom. 

Smiling, Steve glanced up at him. 

"Hey Pete, I didn't know you were home. What're you doing?"

"Oh I was uh, kinda hungry. Got any carrots?" 

Steve furrowed his eyebrows and glanced up once again. "Carrots?" He repeated, wondering why on earth Peter would want a vegetable, when he always managed to sneak nutella on toast into his bedroom every afternoon.

"Yeah I'm going on a bit of a health kick. Apples would work too." 

"They're in the fridge." Steve told him, wondering why on earth Peter thought he needed a health kick- he had the fastest metabolism in the tower, and abs for gods sake. 

As Peter left with the entire bag of carrots, Steve caught his arm, making sure to look him in the eyes. 

"Peter, I just want you to know, you don't need to go on a health kick. You're a very healthy boy and you don't need to worry about those sorts of things- okay?"

Peter nodded. "I know. Good for your eyes though, you know?"

"Didn't you tell me last week that that fact is a myth? Something about being made up in World War One to trick the nazis or something?" 

"Uhhhhhh, yeah? I must've not checked my facts or something. Oh look at the time! I have a heap of homework to do- bye!" Peter slipped into his room, and Steve went back to cooking, shaking his head. 

Peter breathed a sigh of relief as he closed his bedroom door after him. "That was a close one Tater Trot. Almost got caught again. You hungry boy?" Peter pulled out a carrot and fed it to the large, brown horse taking up most of the room in the bedroom. 

"Can you imagine what would happen if dad found out early? You're supposed to be a birthday present, and it wouldn't be a surprise if he found out too early. Don't worry, it's only a week." 

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So far, Peter was doing rather well at hiding the horse in his room. He hid it in his bathroom most days, so his room wouldn't smell of horse poo constantly. He fed it a diet of carrot and apple, as well as some horse feed he bought on the way home from school about a day after he had brought it home. 

Everyone else just thought he was having a growth spurt with the amount of food he was eating, and they didn't really bother him since he told them he was doing homework and studying in his room. Tony normally came in to tell him it was dinner time or to say goodnight, but Peter told him he was preparing him a birthday present and made him pinky promise not to go in his room, as to not ruin the surprise. 

Peter knew nobody would ever dare break a pinky promise, so he wasn't worried about Tater Trots being found out about. What he was worried about was Steve. 

Ever since he had began his 'health kick' Steve had been keeping an annoyingly close eye on Peter. At first he thought he was suspicious, but then he found out he was actually just worried about him. 

Why? 

Because next thing he knew Steve had given him a book about mental health and teenagehood.  

He had even began to corner Peter and give him hugs, telling him that he loved him and he was there if he needed to talk. 

Eventually, as Peter sat on his bed reading, Tater Trots eating an apple, Peter heard a knock on the door.