#thread;; parkrose

[kingdomofgcld]

@dazedreams // life in luxury

Peter had been to the tower many times before. The avengers frequented it regularly, too, and had more meetings in the living room than he could count. It was a place of comfort for them. Of peace. So he supposed he should’ve expected Tony to invite him to live there at some point or another. And, given the timing, he certainly couldn’t blame him. He’d only just gotten back from what people were calling the soul stone. He hadn’t acclimated to life on earth again yet. He was still terrified of not being around Darcy. Tony was just worried about him and wanted him to be where he could protect him. Thankfully, that offer extended both to Peter’s boyfriend and his aunt. Aunt May had her own floor in the tower, taking over Clint’s, as he’d moved out to the farm with his family, which was fine. Peter had learned that he’d always had his own floor, Tony had just been waiting to offer.

Peter looked around the room, eyeing the no doubt expensive sheets and the large window overlooking New York. “Are you okay with this?” Peter asked for the umpteenth time, soft brown eyes focusing on Darcy’s face. Peter was just concerned that he was uprooting Darcy, pulling him away from where he wanted to be. Living at Stark Tower was temporary, he knew. Tony just wanted to see him be normal again. And the older man needed to recover himself, too. Peter went back to scanning the room, a little amused that it was subtly colored after his Spider-Man suit, with blues and reds. The flatscreen facing the bed on the opposite wall was a little much, though. He tugged Darcy with him over to the bed, running his hand over the material. Expensive. But soft. He was endlessly thankful for that, at least, considering he was very particular about sheets and thread count now that he was so sensitive.

[kingdomofgcld]

soft // @dazedreams

It was one of those evenings. One where they had built the blanket fort in the living room, though the TV was still visible. They’d ordered takeout, just waiting for it to arrive. Darcy had had a long week at work and Peter knew he was stressed. So they were spending an evening just doing...nothing. They’d spend it curled up with each other, not worrying about anything, and likely talking about the future.

Peter had stolen one of Darcy’s hoodies, ignoring how it dwarfed him and made him look that more more like a child. He pressed the remote into Darcy’s hand, the two of them tangled up together in the blanket fort, Raven tucked up against them. “Choose the movie?” He asked quietly, kissing at the side of his neck, lips curving into a smile. Evenings like this were his favourite. He didn’t have to worry about patrolling or the city or anyone being in danger. It was just him and the man he loved.

It wasn’t entirely stress free, though. Peter wanted to broach the subject of moving in together. Granted, peter spent more time at Darcy’s place than May’s, now, and his things had somehow migrated to the apartment, but he wanted to ask officially. Before he fully considered Darcy’s apartment to be home. Logically, he knew they were already in it for the long haul. Darcy had gotten them a cat. They had a little baby together, as Peter put it. Darcy wouldn’t mind peter moving in. Hopefully.

He wanted to bring up Spider-Man, too. His patrols had kept him out late most of that week, with peter coming in past midnight and half collapsing into bed immediately out of exhaustion with injuries ranging from mild scrapes to bruising all along his right side. It stressed Darcy out. He could see it on his face, the way his expression went tight. He wanted to just talk to him about it again. Remind him that it wasn’t negotiable and just...talk it over. Peter felt bad, he really did. And maybe they could work something out so he wasn’t out so late. But all in all, the evening was stress free.