#wiki be like 🥴🔫

[gothparker]

In that moment, the sky broke open, just a bit. The sun's rays dusted over Peter’s pale cheeks, surreptitiously at first, then all at once as they started to illuminate his irises as the light bled deeply into the darkness of his eyes. The bicolored brown was so stark against each other, reminding Tony of Peter’s own duality with his head and his heart. He wasn’t sure which the darker color represented out of the two.

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With some mild convincing, Peter had managed to drag Tony away from his work to go into the park with him. The boy had mentioned that there was this special place within the public area that was somehow secret. It was his plot of land, and his alone. Tony of course didn’t believe him, but naturally, he humored Peter.

“It’s like- it’s like!” Peter flailed his arms a little in excitement. “That old book, The Secret Garden! Have you ever read that? I had to read it in eight grade. I thought it was really cool. It reminded me of when I used to collect rolly pollie’s and eat them like tic tacs while digging holes in the ground with a coffee spoon.”

“Peter, that is disgusting.”

The boy huffed, then pouted as Tony snorted in amusement.

It was a dark day as the clouds were tight knit, keeping the rain at bay before the pressure swelled up too much within their heavy chests. It flowed past their gullets like tears dripping off a chin, over and over, again and again until its slow stop. As long as there was a sky, it would rain. As long as there was sadness, there were tears to be shed. That’s just the natural order of things. An order Peter memorized by heart in his early life

“I needed a day out, honestly. I’ve been thinking about some things.”

“Oooh what things?”

Tony inhaled deeply through his nose before he replied.

“It’s nothing, honestly.”

Somehow, that satisfied the boy as he grabbed Tony’s wrist and dragged him to the outskirts of the park where very few people ventured. He led him past some brush and brambles, through a rusty gate and onto a worn out path.

“You...have your tetanus shot...right…”

“Ummm, maybe as a baby. I’m not sure. I dunno if I was ever vaccinated as a kid.” Peter muttered, uninterested as he led a dumbfounded Tony onwards.

“Tetanus means-”

“Ohh, lockjaw! Yeah, yeah, the man online that looks like he’s flexing? He doesn’t have a penis. Haha.”

“What on earth are you talking about. What have you been looking at? What man?”

Peter somehow didn’t hear him, he was mumbling to himself as there was a fork in the road.

“I think it’s this way.” He muttered, squinting his eyes.

“You come out here often, how are you possibly lo- Peter. Are we lost.”

“Umm...”

“Peter?”

“No! We’re fine...”

The boy gnawed gently on his bottom lip before he chose a path, leading the man on as he giggled. Tony wasn’t annoyed, god, he could never be annoyed with the kid.

Concerned? Yes. Irritated, no.

His thoughts were cut off as Peter bounced in placed, a large grin on his face.

“We’re here!” He looked like an excited puppy as he trotted off to an old gazebo, Tony meandering behind him as he looked around.

“Cool, right?” Petter paced around Tony in circles as the man stood in place.

“Yes, very.” He smiled, peering around the wooden structure as he stepped inside.

Tony stilled suddenly, ceasing his movements as he stumbled upon a patch of violets flowing from the natures debris, intertwined with the fencing. Spur of the moment, the older man picked off a couple, which puzzled Peter until he turned to him.

“Here.” He mumbled, dotting flowers across Peter’s hair as he threaded them through the softness.

It took a couple moments before he was content, and when he was, he stepped back a little to look over his work.

“Beautiful.”

Tony looked so proud of himself as he smirked, gazing lovingly over his piece of art that he haphazardly created out of something equally breathtaking as the boy in front of him.

“Oh, that’s lovely.” Peter commented quietly, a tiny smile on his pretty face.

“Like you.”

Tony’s heart stopped as the compliment slipped from his twisted tongue, but the boy didn’t seem to find the words disturbing.

The younger of the two blushed, color spreading across his soft cheeks as he breathed a breathy laugh.

“Really, though?”

“Really.”

Peter pouted softly in a teasing manner, a satirical indicator that he didn’t believe him.

“My turn!”

Peter tentatively plucked the violets next to them, delicately placing them around Tony’s salt and pepper hair as he smiled warmly, tip toeing in front of the man. He seemed to be having fun as he threaded marvelous flowers into his canvas.

Tony just looked at him, a little blown away at how beautiful Peter looked when he was like this. How his eyes lit up when he was around the genius, his toothy smile when they were together, his body language that Tony found so homely. It was all a lot to take in at once.

“Almost done.” Peter said in a soft voice, his higher pitch sounding so lovely to the other.

“Aha, how do you like it?” Tony smiled at him as the boy stepped back, gently bouncing in place a bit.

“Wonderful.” Peter bit his bottom lip before it spread into a smile, his hands coming up in a praying motion as the tips of his fingers delicately pressed against his lips

In that moment, the sky broke open, just a bit. The sun's rays dusted over Peter’s pale cheeks, surreptitiously at first, then all at once as they started to illuminate his irises as the light bled deeply into the darkness of his eyes. The bicolored brown was so stark against each other, reminding Tony of Peter’s own duality with his head and his heart. He wasn’t sure which the darker color represented out of the two.

The soft amber reminded the older man of moths waltzing around the lamp lights at night. All while the gentle giants in the sky fed off a supple and simple diet of stars and navy moonlight at the sound of passing cars early in the foggy mornings.

Peter’s sadness sewed his eyes shut and shoved cotton into his ears, pouring hot wax across his lips as it dared him to cry out in pain towards the others around him, encouraging him to lash out blindly amongst his peers. But here, here he was calm, soft, loving, a gentle tide in his own sea which seemed to be storm heavy more often than he’d like to admit.

A hurricane can’t run from its own rain, and it can’t be controlled or withheld before its time. Tony knew that, and so did Peter.

However, the genius was built on the strongest and most brutal of bedrock. The pesky grains of grit that weighed his inner doubts down had been swept away previously by his boy’s oncoming winds that came with needs and pleading. He had to be strong, so he was. He moved his roots deeper, past the soil and dirt, the soft footing and sand. Tony went deep, until he reached the heart of the earth that refused to be covered in weeds.

It was strong, and it was hot, yet it appears dark. You know the heart exists, you can’t see it, but you feel it. You feel it pulse in your head from pain, you feel it ache in your chest from heartbreak, you feel it in shockwaves down to your lungs out of repressed loved, and you feel it ripping open your gut and letting the fear stumble out like a newborn calf.

The earth graces us with her colors as our insides grace her with ours, vultures picking and prying into the carcass past our crushed ribs. We return to the earth, whether you value the weight of your life or not.

And here, their outsides were dazzled with colors that were represented while worn through their hair as their cheeks were flushed and their eyes hazy with love.

“God.” Tony breathed, looking over Peter’s face as he felt his heart hammer inside of him. “You are truly, truly heaven sent.”

He stepped closer to the other, who in return stepped closer to him.

“What did you need to think about?” Peter whispered, gazing at Tony through half lidded eyes. “Why did you come with me?” He searched his face for something that would satiate his need for an answer.

“Because I…” Tony placed his hands on Peter’s hips, gently pulling him closer as they both felt like they were in a trance.

“I just…”

“Yes?”

“I think...I think I’m in love with you.”

Peter’s breath hitched softly, his hands coming up to rest on Tony’s chest.

“Do you think?” He murmured softly. “Or do you know?”

Tony rested his forehead against Peter’s, who closed his eyes and exhaled shakily.

“I know.”

“Then show me.” He whispered.

Tony’s soft lips gently pressed onto Peter’s for a long moment, a hand coming up from his hip to Peter’s cheek as he cupped his face, bringing him up closer to his own. He kissed him tenderly, taking his time as the boy’s hands came up to rest on Tony’s shoulders.

The older man pulled away slowly after a long moment, exhaling gently as he opened his eyes.

“How do you feel?” He asked quietly, too dazed to ask deep questions at the moment, so he asked the most blatant.

His head felt like it was flooding with serotonin, it sloshed out of his skull and ran down his cheeks in the form of tears that he had to consciously fight back. Tony looked down at Peter, who still had his eyes closed, a small smile ghosting over him.

He felt like he had severed his tongue and separated his sternum from his chest.

“I don’t- I don’t know what to say, and my insides feel funny.” Peter murmured, his hand coming up to his own chest. “But it...feels...good.”

“That’s good?” Tony laughed in a breathy tone as his eyebrows furrowed.

“That’s good.”

The man inhaled softly, then exhaled loudly as he closed his eyes in contentment. He buried his face into Peter’s shoulder as Tony held him close.

“Mr. Stark?”

Tony made a faint noise of acknowledgement.

“I...I really, really just…”

Peter exhaled shakily.

“I don’t reach out for help because I hate these hands. But I really...really need you. I need you. I-...love you.” He mumbled before swallowing.

“I’m just so scared I’ll hurt you.” He breathed, Tony could feel his frame tremble slightly.

“You would never do that.” The older man raised his head to look Peter in the face. He cupped his cheeks as he rested his forehead against the others.

“You would never.”

Peter wanted to slay Tony’s beast, but he found out it lives inside of him. The boy wanted to tear up his stem once he found out he was only a weed.

“I am so scared of hurting you.” The boy’s voice shook slightly as he gripped Tony tightly.

“You would never, you could never.”

Peter pulled his face away slightly, his eyes brimming with salt water that was about to gush down his flushed cheeks.

“The day I stop loving you is the day fire says “enough wood”. You are so lovely to me, how did the world come up with someone so perfect?” He kissed Peter gently for a moment.

“I never want to let you down.” Peter’s thumbs rubbed soft circles on the older man’s cheeks.

“You have my heart in your hands, you have it all. Please be gentle with it.”

“You have my word.” He whispered before pressing his lips back on Tony’s.

“Then we have nothing to worry about.”

They both smiled, foreheads resting on each other’s as they held hands. Tony whispering sweet nothings as he kissed over Peter’s face for the rest of the afternoon, his place now their place, together.