Heavy feet trudge through the door as Peter stumbles his way through the Avengers headquarters. Doe irises can barely see through half shut eyes as he makes his way towards the medical area. War has taken a toll on all, especially Mr. Stark.
He had seen Pepper, Morgan, Happy, and Rhodey checking up on him. He hadn’t gotten the chance to and he mentally scolds himself. He barely had time to change, he wanted to be in non superhero attire when he came to visit Mr. Stark in the state he’s in. He didn’t know how long he’d be there.
Fingers reach for the doorknob and he freezes for a moment. Memory floods him as he recalls the last battle. Mr. Stark had snapped, Thanos and his army fading away before them. He had ran towards Mr. Stark, pronouncing that they’d won, they’d done it. Seeing Mr. Stark in the state he was in, it hurt. He was alive but badly hurt, he watched through tears as they carried him away to be taken to Wakanda.
He shakes his head, now is not the time. Opening the door, Peter is immediately silent. He moves to sit next to Mr. Stark and he rests his chin on his arms as he looks up at Mr. Stark. He’s recovered, greatly actually but he’s still resting. Peter hums quietly to himself as he observes his hero. He’s done so much.
@egoteric -> starter call./plotted starter.