"So Pete, are you at his house?"
Peter hesitated not wanting to put Tony in danger, especially after that promise. "Y-yes" He said, his voice shaking with regret.
"Alright, were on our way." The man's voice answered.
"W-wait!" Peter interoupted. "Can you wait until another week. I'm not as ready." Peter said, the image of his aunt lying in her hospital bed, wires and tubes going in and out of her.
"So you don't want to save your aunt, I have the money."
"I do! I just..." Peter sighed. He couldn't imagine Tony forgiving him for putting the Avengers in danger. "I have a friend who needs me." Peter mentally shouted at himself. A friend! What was he thinking, Tony wasn't some little kid he would build Legos with and watch Star Wars with. They were much closer.
"Then how about this, you stay out of this. I promise to never tell anyone about this plan of ours. I just need the next place the Avengers mission will be."
Peter went quiet. Should he trick the Avengers into losing and never tell them. For his aunt. Well, family does come before friends.
"Fine." Peter wipered, feeling as if Tony was listening in on the otherside of the door.
When Peter ended the call, he felt so guilty. He crawled into his bed and curled in on himself. His mouth tasted like vomit, and his stomach was doing backflips.
He felt himself gag before puking all over the floor. He felt even more guilty. The first few tears came forcefully, but the sobs that racked his body were accidentle.
Peter paused his sobs when he heard the door open. But when he saw Tony, he remembered why he was upset. "I'm sorry." Peter wispered threw his sore throat.
"Hey, hey. If your sick there is nothing to be sorry for. I'm not mad. I might be dissapointed that I have a chance of getting sick. But it's okay." He confurted. Peter giggled at Tony's joke.
Tony wrapped Peter in a hug and let him sob into his chest, allowing them both to fall asleep.
