Wolf Spider

Hot Chocolate

-Peter's P.O.V-

Two days later it's Tuesday again. Peter didn't have it in him to argue with James about coming to the weekly meetup, so he didn't. It was a surprise though, when James tossed him a sweater, and told him that they weren't going to any of the normal rooms.

"We understand that you don't... quite think you're ready yet to go outside yet with so many people," James paused here to gauge Peter's reaction. He continued when all he saw was a slightly confused gaze trained on him, "But that doesn't mean that you should just stay cooped up in the tower. It isn't healthy."

Peter nodded slightly and followed the older man to the elevator. He still felt a little on edge, but James had always had his best interest in mind. Peter knew that the older man would never intentionally put Peter at risk.

"So we decided to hold today's hangout on the roof. We're having a picnic today," James said, smiling down at Peter.

Peter just nodded. He had a faint understanding of what a picnic was, and it sounded like it would be a good idea. Although it was a little cold, but Peter couldn't bring himself to worry about that. He had a sweater, so there was nothing to worry about.

Peter followed James to the entrance of the roof, and immediately fought the urge to curl in on himself when a sharp breeze flew past for a second, before everything calmed once again. He walked the direction James was, and nodded his greetings to Wanda and Natasha.

"Hello, Peter," Wanda smiled, "Would you like some hot chocolate?"

Peter hesitated, then nodded. Hot chocolate sounded amazing right now. Natasha motioned for Peter to sit down on the empty seat cushion besides her, so Peter did. Wanda passed a styrofoam cup to Peter, and the young boy sucked in the warmth that radiated from the cup. He took a sip, pleasantly surprised to find mini marshmallows floating around the sweet liquid.

"Thank you," Peter said after he took a sip.

Wanda smiled and nodded, then started to talk about the latest song she was working on learning. Then the topic switched to books, then movies, then a smug Natasha asking James how things were going with Steve, and Peter started to relax.

"Hey, bud, you alright?" James asked, a light blush still coloring his cheeks from the recent questioning on his love life.

Peter noticed he was shivering slightly, but shook it off, "I'm okay." The other looked at him with concern, but continued the previous topic once again. Wanda refilled Peter hot chocolate, and stuttered when the topic turned to her and Vision love life. James shifted closer to Peter, trying to share his body heat, and Peter, being grateful, didn't move away.

Throughout the multiple different conversation, Peter had a feeling of sleepiness spread throughout his body. His shivering had stopped, and Peter chalked the sleepiness and lack of shivering up to the body warmth coming from James.

It was only when a strangled gasp came out of someone's mouth that he realized something might be wrong, "Peter!"

"Fuck," A deep voice cursed. It took Peter longer than he would have liked for him to connect the voice to James. He struggled to open his eyes, and even when he did, everything was blurry and out of focus. "Peter, Peter focus buddy," James said, lightly tapping him on the cheek with his flesh arm, "Tell us what's going on so we can help."

Peter wanted to smack and kick himself as familiarity of the situation settled in his bones. This was him going into hibernation. He didn't even realize that it had been that cold, or that he'd been outside that long. He'd let his guard down.

"Н-спящий режим. К ... к холоду," Peter slurred. He was too drowsy to translate into English, so he was answering in Russian.

"No, Peter. Do not fall asleep, stay awake, you hear me?" James ordered. Peter faintly realized that he was being picked up in a bridal carry, and felt James rush to the elevator, Wanda and Natasha on his heels.