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"We did it Dad, we won"
“You doing alright kid?”
Happy always comes in with the best intentions, but some days I just want him to go away.
“Kid?”
I feel the bed dip beside me as he sits down, best intentions suck.
“Have you eaten anything today Pete?”
No, No I have not.
“Come on Peter, talk to me kid”.
God you sound like my Dad … or how my Dad used to sound at least.
“You know, I heard Steve is meeting Sam and Bucky today. Apparently he still has stuff to do, maybe you could tag along? I know your Pops misses you a lot.”
Yeah, he misses me so much he left the minute he had to sign a piece of paper.
Stupid Bucky. Stupid Steve. Stupid Accords.
“Just promise me you'll think about it Peter, yeah? Pepper and I, well…we’re worried about you kid."
I feel Happy stand up, weight lifting from my bed with a sigh.
"Tony is dead, we get that its hard, we really do, but Pete you…you have to keep living”
Just like that he’s gone.
What’s he talking about anyway- I am living! I went out on, what, Tuesday?
That was like yesterday, right?
Looking at the screen of my phone I have to question the fact it is saying that today is in fact Saturday.
Surely, I’ve not been in bed that long.
Tapping my digital alarm clock I realise that - yes, I have been in bed that long.
Maybe I should go out.
I guess I could go see Pop, at the end of the day he’s the last family member I have.
Well I suppose you could argue that I don’t really have any family.
I’m nothing more than a science experiment…a sticky science experiment. Pop made that clear in the custody battle.
Combine some super-soldier serum with a pinch of super-genius and what do you get - a fucking mess that’s what you get.
Takes ‘test-tube baby’ to a whole other level.
I sit fidgeting for a moment, when I decide that I simply can't take this room anymore.
Screw it I’m going to find Pop, it's better than sitting here waiting for another one of Happy's 'pep-talks'.