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Peter laughs as Montana shoots him a look.
“I promise, I’m not lying!”
“I think you are.”
Montana hums while he finishes setting up the TV.
“I am not. Why would I lie about that?”
Peter balances on the back of the couch as the Sinister Six and Enforcers settle into another movie night. Except Dan and Tombstone are running a little behind. This would be the first movie night with everyone. And Peter is a touch nervous. Everyone seems to have picked up on it. Ock had sent him a few worried looks before going to the kitchen and O’Hirn had ruffled his hair.
“You're telling me that you convinced him to not only watch all of the original Star Wars, but also the prequels. The prequels! Peter you've got to see why Im doubtin’.”
“Uncle Lonnie loved it. All of it.”
There had been a few startled looks at the beginning when he had named dropped a new uncle. Or at least a new uncle to them. But really, is it any of their business who he deemed worth giving the title? Nope! Peter gets to make that choice.
“Did I now? And Uncle Lonnie… First name basis I see Peter.”
Peter yelps and would have fallen over if Flint had not caught him. He wiggles away and grins at Tombstone.
“You’re here!”
“I said I would come. I do try and keep my promises.”
Peter bounces slightly as he spots the food in Tombstone’s hands. He can sense the eyes of everyone else. But he is going to ignore it for just a moment in favor of the sweets.
“Ohh! What did you bring? What did you bring?”
“Crumb cake. I didn't make it, but I heard it was fairly sweet.”
“Oh perfect, come on, Uncle Quentin is in charge of the kitchen tonight.”
He tugs on Tombstone’s arm and hears whispers erupt from the living room as they enter the kitchen. Ock glances up from where he is assisting Quentin. His eyes lock with Tombstone and both stare. Ock with narrowed eyes and Tombstone with a small eyebrow raised. Peter shifts awkwardly on his feet.
“This is my Uncle Lincoln.”
“Not Lonnie?”
Tombstone asks with a teasing head tilt. Peter turns red with embarrassment at the reminder of being caught.
“The Big Man of crime is your uncle?”
Ock sounds a touch offended, shoulders tensed up. Quentin gently places a hand on Ock’s hand that is on the counter. A small gesture. But Ock calms.
“Yep. And he brought crumb cake!~”
Peter does not want to handle a fight right now. Tombstone offers the cake and Quentin steps forward and take it. Peter notices the slight actuator twitch.
“Oh thank you, I'll put it in the desert area. Feel free to go back to the living room, Otto and I have the kitchen covered!”
Quentin grins happily as he tucks the cake away, bumping slightly against Ock in a friendly way. That removes the last of the tension as Ock is refocused on cooking with Quentin. Peter tugs Tombstone back to the living room. The erupted whispers stop, and Montana rolls his eyes. Peter agrees. They are all so dramatic. Tombstone sits on one end of the couch beside Harry. Peter clambers back up onto the back of couch, giving a wave to the onlookers before picking up a conversation with Harry.
“So! Books. What is the next thing I need to avoid?”
“I… Peter no. You have to read even boring books sometimes.”
Harry huffs. Peter groans.
“I don't want to.”
“I think Harry is right.”
Montana says as he settles into his own chair.
“Yeah?”
Flint asks, almost a challenge, except he is softer than normal, eyes flickering at Tombstone. Harry straightens a bit.
“The books Peter finds boring can tell you a lot about human nature. Like the Great Gatsby.”
“I think I remember that one.”
Montana says with a hum. The conversion slowly devolves into arguments about what constitutes a good story. Peter relaxes slightly. He notes that all the villains except Tinkerer and the Enforcers are a little tense and glancing at Tombstone. Who remains absolutely calm and adds a little bit to the conversation. Dan comes back and easily joins them.
When the movie starts, things get a little lighter. The others are a little less jumpy. Ock still occasionally shoots looks Tombstone’s way that holds some… envy. Maybe? Peter is not fully sure. But then Quentin would make some sort of comment about the effects or plot and Ock’s attention is diverted. Peter is glad someone is able to run interference between the crime lords.
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The night goes well, all things considered. Peter hugs each of his uncles as they slowly filter out, even giving Toomes and Ock a handshake as they head out. He plops down beside Montana and Harry. Quentin soon joins them along with Dan, Ox, and Tinkerer sitting in the nearby chairs. Peter curls into his uncle and smiles a little to himself. And to think if he had not been in that alley he would have none of this. None of this support and love. And neither would Harry. Even though it had been an accident, Peter is so happy that it happened. He closes his eyes and presses closer to the smell of earth and lets the warmth lull him into a peaceful sleep. Everything is perfect in this moment.