lie to me ➳ peter parker (2)

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"And then he just, like, swooped down like a monster...and picked us up, and took us up like a thousand feet and just dropped us."
Peter rambles, wringing out his soaking wet mask. "How'd you find me? Did you put a tracker in my suit?"

"I put everything in your suit." Tony states, hovering before the duo who sat on top of a jungle gym, "Including this heater."
The faux Iron Man presses a button on his control paneled wrist, triggering a sauna in Peter's suit that, mixed with the cold night, gave off a huge puff of steam.

The boy sighs, earning him an envious glare from the shivering girl beside him, "That's better. Thanks." He pauses for a second, peering over at Rowan shyly, "uh- you can uh- scoot closer to me. You know... don't want you catching a cold."

Although cuddling against Peter sounds more than tempting, her attitude remains sour and the disdain towards him and the situation was quite evident when she rolls her eyes and moves even further from the human-heater. The boy releases a lonely breath, his head hanging just a little lower before Tony scolds them like children:
"What were you two thinking?"

"The guy with wings is the source of the weapons. I gotta take him down." Peter retorts, his voice lowering just a bit, "and he hurt Rowan."

"Take him down now, huh? Peter, there are people who handle this sort of thing." The distorted Stark explains, "and you-" the Iron Suit's eyes glower at his offspring, "What was going through that huge, egotistical brain of yours.. hm? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't functioning properly. Rowan, you have a fractured rib!"

"I just wanted to have fun." The brunette murmurs, her voice cracking with emotion.

"Yeah. You'll have plenty of fun alright... when you're locked in your room for the next month." Her father spits menacingly.

"Mr. Stark, you didn't have to come out here. We had that. We were fine." Peter adds.

"Oh, I'm not here." Starts the fake Iron Man, "Thank God this place has Wi-Fi... or you would be toast right now. Thank Ganesh while you're at it. Cheers. Look, forget the flying vulture guy, please."

"Why should we? We almost died!" Cries Rowan after a period of unusual silence.

"Why? Because I said so!" He yells before taking a breath, obviously occupied by someone else, "Sorry, I'm talking to a teenager." He then focuses on the boy, " Stay close to the ground. Build up your game helping little people, like that lady that bought you the churro. Can't you just be a friendly... neighborhood Spider-Man? Not the one who tries to kill my daughter?"

"But I'm ready for more than that now!" Peter strains.

"No, you're not."

"That's not what you thought when I took on Captain America." Retorts the brunette boy.
Rowan grows rigid, her jaw clenching. Obviously the disappearance of her best friend still affected her in many ways only she would know. Peter frowns, "sorry, Row."

"Trust me, kid. If Cap wanted to lay you out, he would've. Listen to me. If you come across these weapons again, call Happy." Tony stresses, "not Rowan who's not even supposed to be pushing herself too hard, anyway!"

An engine roaring to life causes the boy to furrow his eyebrows, "are you driving?"

"You know, it's never too early to start thinking about college. I got some pull at MIT. Rowan, go home and have Happy call a Doctor. End call."

"No, I don't need to go to-"

"Mr. Stark is no longer connected." F.R.I.D.A.Y's automatic tone states before the suit, along with the teen's spirits, lifted off into the sky.

Then they were left in a thick, emotional silence. Rowan, with her eyes glazing over with the slightest hint of tears as she shivers uncontrollably, lets her head fall into her hands. She no longer felt that connection from before. Instead, it was replaced with a feeling of remorse; this was all a big mistake. She should've never have come here. The girl lets out a long sigh, carefully slipping down from the jungle gym wordlessly.

"Hey, where are you going?" Peter calls, watching her cautiously as he follows in suit.

"Where do you think I'm going?!" She grumbles, "I'm going home."

"Wait.. you can't just go home! You're soaking! You'll get sick!" He answers, picking up his pace to follow the limping girl who could surprisingly still power walk like no one's business.

"Oh yeah?" She challenges, "watch me."

"Hey, stop!" Peter grips her arm, pulling her to a stop, "would you slow down?! Jesus, girl. Will you talk to me please?"

"There's nothing to talk about." The girl murmurs, her dark eyes trained down to their squeaky shoes.

"Yes, there is." Spider-Man answers softly, letting his fingers gently tilt her chin upwards so their different colored eyes met in another sparking connection. "What's the matter?"

Her lips began to tremble, her waterline filling with burning tears that so badly wanted to escape; to show how badly she was hurting both physically and mentally. But, she wouldn't. She wouldn't cry in front of him.. especially not now. Rowan stubbornly pushes him away, shaking her head in disappointment at that moment of vulnerability, before speaking, "I just want to go home. This whole thing was a mistake."

"Hey, don't say that. Even after everything that happened, after we almost drowned, tonight was one of the best nights I've had in a long time." Peter whispers sincerely, "I was laughing and smiling... genuinely. And it was only because I was with you, Rowan. You make me feel this way... like I can be myself without you judging me or making fun of me like the rest of my class does. You mean so much to me and I care so fucking much about you, Row. And I want to make this work-"
This mushy moment had been cut short by his dumb, loud ringtone once again. He smiles sheepishly, raising the phone to his ear just to listen to the loud chanting of his derogatory name:

"When I say "penis," you say "Parker.""

"Penis! - Parker! - Penis! - Parker!"

"Sorry, Spidey-" Rowan murmurs, her hand just barley grazing his jawline, "I guess we're still all losers somehow."
With a subtle smile she lets go, turning her back on the heartbroken boy who only wants her to be his.

A/N
Kind of a filler, sorry :/