Summary: Peter 1 tries to "help" Peter 3 get in a better mood.
(Been a bit since I wrote for the boys ❤️ :) Enjoy ❤️ :))
The middle Peter looked up from his laptop.
One handed him what looked like a Pringles can. "I got the new flavor from the store. Want to try them?"
Three pinched the bridge of his nose. "Now isn't the really best time Uno."
"Come on, you've hardly eaten anything all day, and everyone's hyping up the new flavor."
With a sigh, the middle brother took the can. He noticed the seal under the plastic lid was slightly crumpled. "Did you open these already?"
"Uh, yeah. That's why the lid's a little off."
Three gave the youngest a look. He trusted his brother, but not today after he'd tried messing with him twice already.
One raised his eyebrows and didn't look too guilty.
So the middle brother pulled back the plastic lid only to be greeted by a face full of fake snakes and glitter.
While Three wiped the glitter away from his eyes, Peter One started laughing. "You fell for ihit!"
The middle brother growled.
"Come on Threhee, ihit wahas a joke."
"That's it!" Three sprang up. "Come here!"
With a squeal, the youngest took off upstairs, Peter Three hot on his tail. The two went up the stairs then up the wall and onto the ceiling.
The middle Peter lunged forward, missing the youngest by mere inches. "You've been pranking me too much today!"
"It was ohonlyhy threhee tihimes!" One squeaked and almost fell while he had to dodge his older brother. "You needed tohoo lahaugh!"
"Right now, I need to smack you! Preferably with a pillow!"
Three lunged once more, but he misjudged the amount of distance between him and the wall. The middle Peter slipped then slid across the floor of the hallway.
He heard the littlest skitter away. By the time he pushed himself up, One was gone.
"Uno!" Three called as he scrambled to his feet. "Where are you!"
The taller of the two scoured the bathroom then Two's room. He had checked the bathtub, under Two's bed, and even in the cabinet under the sink. However, every place came back empty so that left only one other location he could check.
Three snapped then pointed at the door he was looking for. "Guest room."
The middle brother quietly hurried over. As soon as he was outside just the room itself, he could feel the energy emanating from within. It actually pulled a genuine smile from the older Peter's lips as he crouched outside the partially opened door.
Three reached forward to push the door completely open. All three hinges squeaked as they moved inward to reveal the dimly lit guest room.
MJ must have pulled the curtains closed before she left, blocking out most of the light.
Three kept his eyes peeled as he began searching the most obvious places for the littlest.
All four corners near the ceiling and floor produced nothing.
Even behind the door was free and clear of any annoying little brother.
"Where are you ya nugget?" Three mused to himself as he scanned the room once more.
That's when he spotted it.
Over in the corner was one of those giant antique mirrors that spun in the middle. When the middle Peter looked closer, he swore he spotted something peeking out just on the other side of the mirror. The closer he got, the more he realized those things were toes.
"Ah-ha!" Three rushed to flip the mirror.
However, as soon as it started to go, Peter 1 bolted over the top with a high pitched squeal.
The youngest landed on the floor before rushing to get away.
"Oh no you don't." Three lunged forward. "Get back here!"
The youngest scrambled toward the door. "Ah!"
When One rounded the doorframe, his foot hit a smooth spot that sent him tumbling to the floor.
A moment later, his ankle was grabbed.
One shrieked as he was dragged back into the room. He tried grabbing on to the doorframe, but he was a moment too late to actually grasp it.
He was then spun so he was now in the middle of the room as the door was kicked closed.
When he looked up, all One could see was the semi-shadowy figure of Three crouching down.
The youngest's heart rate skyrocketed as he scrambled backwards. "Th-three, let's talk about this!"
Peter 3 chuckled when his little brother's back hit the side of the bed. "No can do baby brother."
One yanked his knees up to his chest. His hands desperately came out in front of him in the hopes of keeping back the creeping figure coming near him. "Noho! Wait!"
"You've awakened the monster," Three teased in a deep voice as he slowly crawled toward the giggling form. "A monster that cannot be contained once he's been unleashed."
One squeked and tried to hide his feet when his older brother started spidering across the top of one of them.
"The monster's going to get you Peter." Three then placed a hand on the floor on either side of his little brother.
Peter 1 turtled as his older brother came mere inches from his face.
"Ahand when hehe does. He's going toooo gobble you up!"
"Ah!" One's arms jumped down to protect his sides from the surprise attack, leaving his neck completely exposed.
Immediately, Three took the opportunity to lunge forward and nuzzle into the spot with growls and silly eating noises.
One started cackling as he pushed against Three's chest. "THREEEE!"
The older paused his side tickles to wrap his arms around the youngest in a bear hug. This kept the youngest from squirming too far away from the ticklish feeling.
One's entire face scrunched up as a snort slipped out. When Three pulled away, the youngest did try to slip down out of his hold so he could scurry away, but he didn't make it too far.
Three kept one arm around the littlest's shoulders before he slipped his other arm under his knees. He then scooped the squirming figure up and into his lap.
"What's the matter Peter?" Three's fingers spidered up his spine. "Tickle monster got your spots?"
Peter 1 squealed. He immediately turtled into his shoulders while his back arched forward. He buried his blushing face into one of his brother's shoulders in an effort to save . . . something at this point.
By now, Three couldn't hide the grin on his own face. Which was a far cry from whatever mood he had been in earlier. "Where'd ya go you little nugget? Are you here?"
One jumped to one side as Three dug in the other.
One then jumped to the other side.
"Ohor maybehe riiiiight here!"
The youngest curled into a ball when Three's hand attacked his stomach. He latched onto his older brother's wrist. "Not thehere!"
"Not where?" The middle Peter switched between the youngest's sides and stomach. "Not here? Or here? Or here?"
"Threhehee!" Peter 1 whined.
Peter 3 pulled back his hand to make it look like One was managing to push it away before he then "broke free" and wrapped his open hand around the youngest's face. A moment later, he yanked it back. "EW! Did you just lick me!"
"Yohou puhut yohour hand thehere! What dihid yohou expect to happehen!"
Three wiped his hand off on One's arm. "Keep your slimy little tongue to yourself!"
Peter 1 pushed his older brother's hand away. "Keheep yohour jolly green giahant hahands to yourself!"
One squeaked as Three slid onto his back.
The elder of two then grabbed the youngest's arms before sliding his knees under the smaller figure. Using both his arms and his legs, Three shoved his little brother up and onto the bed.
The youngest bounced on his back. "Oof!"
He then tried to roll off the other side when Three scurried up onto the bed.
"No you don't!" Three exclaimed as he grabbed the youngest and quickly rolled him back onto his back, pinning his hands to his chest with one hand.
"NO!" One squealed out as Three's head rushed down to shake a long raspberry into the crook of his neck.
The youngest was in stitches for the entire duration.
Once he was out of breath, Three lifted his head long enough to draw in a second breath and blow several short raspberries into the same spot.
The youngest's legs drummed into the mattress as several loud snorts escaped his mouth. "AHH! OKAHAY! OKAY!"
"Okay what?" Three asked without lifting his head from his little brother's neck.
"Squee!" One's shoulders stayed scrunched up. "Ihim sorryhy Ihi pranked yohou."
"Noho! Threhee tihimes! Ihim sorry Ihi pranked yohou three tihimes!"
The middle Peter finally lifted his head. He studied his brother's red face grinning back at him before ruffling his hair. "Stinker.
One squirmed away from the ruffle.
"Hey, why did you mess with me?"
"You lohooked suhuper stressed. Ihi thohought it wohould help yohou laugh."
"By showering me with fake snakes and glitter?"
". . . In hind sight that wasn't my best idea."
Three leaned a little closer. "Ya think?"
One tried to bite back the giggles desperately trying to escape his throat. However, he only succeeded in lightly muffling them.
"Oho, don't you giggle at me," Three teased in a very dramatic voice. "Especially after you pull a prank like that."
"Ihim sorryhy!" One defended.
"Sure you are." The middle Peter sat up. "Rascal."
The youngest jumped up onto his knees before launching himself at his older brother's back. He wrapped his arms around Three before snuggling his head into the back of his shoulder.
The middle Peter grinned as he reached behind him to ruffle the curls he could just see poking out. "Love ya too Uno."
The two stayed like that for several more moments before Three finally declared. "I do have to get back to work now."
One whined and squeezed a little tighter.
The middle Peter rolled his eyes with a fake dramatic sigh. "You're so clingy."
The youngest moved to rest his chin on his older brother's shoulder so he could look up at him. "Yep."
Three chuckled before he grabbed One's wrists. He pulled his younger brother's arms apart then over his shoulders. "1, 2, 3."
"Ah!" The youngest immediately wrapped his legs around his older brother's torso after he stood.
"Please keep your arms and legs inisde the ride at all times." Three hefted his younger brother's legs a little higher. "To infinity and beyond!"
One broke back into laughter as Three opened the door then ran down the stairs to the living room once more.
The older of the two spun in a circle a few times before collapsing backwards onto the couch.
"Ah! Threhee!" One shoved his older brother. "Yohou're crushing mehe!"
"I am doing no such thing magical talking couch."
"Ugh! Fine." The middle Peter pulled himself up. "If I must."
When the youngest pulled himself up, he caught sight of Three's open computer screen. "Wow, what is that?"
Three watched with him as several green and black lines moved across the screen in a random up and down motion with no clear pattern to be seen. "That is a monitor for an experiment Obscorp is working on."
"You can track it all the way here in my universe?"
"Believe it or not, yes." Peter Three wrapped an arm around his littlest brother's neck.
To anyone on the outside, it almost looked like he had Peter One in a loose choke hold that the youngest was choosing to ignore. In actuality, he had his arm to low and too loose to do any damage like that.
"What are each of those lines supposed to be?" One asked.
The youngest gave Three a blank look.
The middle Peter chuckled. "These represent different parts of a new incubator Obscorp is developing. The goal is try to keep a human alive when he's in a deep sleep without having to keep him hooked up to too many machines."
"Kind of like when Han was frozen in carbonite?" One asked.
"Something like that. Only problem is they can't get everything to settle properly, hence all the moving up and down."
"Why does your universe need that?"
"Well, space travel for us isn't quite as advanced as it is in your universe. Obscorp is hoping to send people to other nearby galaxies, but we don't quite have all the technology there yet."
Peter 1 turned to his brother. "Can I help?"
Three shrugged. "You can try."
"Get all of these lines down into the green zone." Peter 3 moved his arm away from his brother to reach the keyboard. "If they get into the black on either side, the machine's too unstable."
"Except if you die in this one, there's no re-spawn point." Peter 3 punched a few keys. "What if we tried lowering this a few degrees."
Peter 1 watched as the lines lowered a bit.
"Then we can try this . . . This has to come up to about here though---."
Peter One tapped a label. "Try lowering that one."
Three did and the levels seemed to be lowering down into the green.
However, the eldest moved one more monitoring function a half degree more than he should and all the lines shot back up into a jumpled chaotic mess.
The middle Peter sighed. "It does that every time. It just won't hold steady for more than a few seconds."
One scooted closer. "We'll keep on trying."
Peter 3 smiled without looking away from the screen. He loved hearing Peter One chatter away while his arm lightly pressed against his. It made him feel less alone on an otherwise daunting project.
After cracking his knuckles, the two went back to work once again trying different techniques on the incubator once more.
