Hearing Peter be so formal brought him back to his own world. For a moment, it was as if he'd never gone away. As if when he took Mark 50 on her virgin flight, he'd landed and returned home for Christmas. Like he planned.
Right. It was almost Christmas.
'Pepper's waiting. Said I should've never taken that thing out so close to the party. Told her it'd be half an hour, tops. Shows what I know.'
When he realized himself drifting out of the moment, Tony blinked. He'd fled himself during the beginning of his stay and promised himself he'd never do it again. He'd promised Thor, too. At the thought of the man, Tony turned. He was sleeping--the picture of peace. An outpouring of affection at the sight of him was darkened with a twinge of resentment. Though Tony turned away, the sight of Peter forced him to confront that small voice that questioned what Thor was holding back from him. The voice that had he'd quietened by reassuring himself that Thor was allowed a few secrets. The voice he'd failed to satisfy with that answer. The voice that began arguing that Thor was content to let Tony do all the worrying, all the planning, to pick up all the shattered pieces--
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Hearing Peter be so formal brought him back to his own world. For a moment, it was as if he'd never gone away. As if when he took Mark 50 on her virgin flight, he'd landed and returned home for Christmas. Like he planned.
Right. It was almost Christmas.
'Pepper's waiting. Said I should've never taken that thing out so close to the party. Told her it'd be half an hour, tops. Shows what I know.'
When he realized himself drifting out of the moment, Tony blinked. He'd fled himself during the beginning of his stay and promised himself he'd never do it again. He'd promised Thor, too. At the thought of the man, Tony turned. He was sleeping--the picture of peace. An outpouring of affection at the sight of him was darkened with a twinge of resentment. Though Tony turned away, the sight of Peter forced him to confront that small voice that questioned what Thor was holding back from him. The voice that had he'd quietened by reassuring himself that Thor was allowed a few secrets. The voice he'd failed to satisfy with that answer. The voice that began arguing that Thor was content to let Tony do all the worrying, all the planning, to pick up all the shattered pieces--
"Show me." Tony silenced it. "Please."