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[1]
Peter knew that his Uncle Ben loved his green jacket — it was big and warm and comfortable and Ben just loved to rub that in everybody’s faces.
He wore it everywhere; to work, to see Peter’s grandma, to the synagogue in the holidays, to Peter’s parent-teacher meetings… everywhere. It was rare to see one without the other.
Peter thought it was funny when he first moved in with Ben and May — he laughed when he saw his uncle wearing the jacket over his work uniform because of how silly it looked, he laughed when Ben sat on the couch using his jacket as a blanket. May would roll her eyes and tell Ben that he had an unhealthy attachment to it, that it was old and needed stitching up, and Ben would flip her off and tell her that she was boring.
The first time he ever got his hands on Bens jacket, it was the middle of summer. Ben was at work and, for the first time Peter could remember, had claimed that he was ‘too hot’ to wear it.
May had glared at him with her arms crossed when he had winked at her after saying that he was too hot, and he had grinned — “I know you still love me, May-May,” He’d exclaimed as she pushed him out the door in an effort to get him to work on time.
“Sure,” She’d replied. “I’ll love you even more if you get outta here and let me get our kid to school.”
Peter’s heart always felt warm and fuzzy when May or Ben called him their kid or their son. He understood that he technically was now, because they had adopted him when his parents died, but hearing it still made him happy. He smiled up at May when she dusted her hands off after getting Ben on his way.
“Alright,” She smiled at him. “You ready for school, kiddo? ‘Cause we’ve gotta et going if you don’t wanna be late again.”
“Ben told me that you’re unorganised,” He said with a shrug. “He said that you need to sort you shit out!”
“I swear to everything, I am going to throttle that man — feeding you lies and slander,” May muttered under her breath. “Okay — go grab your stuff Pete, we’re gonna prove your Uncle Ben wrong.”
“Okay!” He ran down the hall of their apartment to grab his school bag — then, he stopped.
There, hanging over the door of May and Ben’s bedroom, was Ben’s beloved jacket. The thing that he never went without.
Peter jumped up, trying to grab it. The door was a lot taller than him, but he managed to grab the arm on the jacket and pull it down. He put it on.
It was too big for him. People always told him that he was small for his age, even though he was seven and he was big compared to some of the other kids in his class, but compared to Ben he had to be really small, because the jacket fell past his knees and the sleeves hung way below his hands.
He was fine with it, though. He grabbed his school bag and ran back out to May, grinning when she laughed at his outfit choice.
“Ben’s gonna have my head when he finds out I let you wear this to school,” She told him as she rolled the sleeves up so that they sat on his wrists. “He’s gonna have a fit.”
“He’ll live,” Peter smiled. “He won’t kill you — he loves you too much!”
“He loves this thing more than anyone and anything,” May grabbed his hand and lead him down the seven flights of stairs, to the ground level of their building. “Good news is that you’re too cute for him to be mad at, ‘cause he’s a big softie.”
“He’s not soft,” Peter replied. “He’s big and heavy. Soft things aren’t big and heavy.”
“Dogs can be big and heavy; they’re soft.”
“But Ben’s not hairy!”
May laughed. “If you can convince him to grow his hair out long, tell me. I think it would suit him.”
“And he always tells you he doesn’t wanna look like a hippie.”
“Do you even know what a hippie is?”
“…no?” Peter shrugged. “But it doesn’t matter, ‘cause I’ve got his jacket and there’s nothing he can do about it!”
“You really just wanna see the world burn, don’t you Petey,” May laughed. They had walked all the way to school, because Ben had the car. May hugged him close to her and ruffled his hair. “Have fun today, Petey — don’t ruin the jacket!”
“I won’t!” Peter exclaimed as he ran up to the school’s entrance. “Bye, May! I love you!”
“Love you too,” She waved.
If Ben almost cried when he came home from work that night and found out that Peter had spilt some of his lunch on The Jacket, nobody needed to know. Nobody needed to know how Peter laughed at him as he scrubbed the stain in the kitchen sink until it went away, and nobody needed to know how Ben hid the jacket right at the top of his wardrobe, out of Peter’s reach.
[2]
When the Stark Expo turned into chaos, Peter hadn’t meant to get separated from May and Ben. People had just started running everywhere and neither of them had been able to pick him up as they were practically trampled by the crowd of terrified people.
Peter got caught up in the crowd, pulled away from his aunt and uncle by the legs that swarmed around him. He managed to make it outside, into open space, but he couldn’t find them anywhere.
He pulled his Iron Man mask over his face. It made him feel safe. If he was thinking about Iron Man, thinking What Would Tony Stark Do, What Would Iron Man Do, then he wasn’t thinking about how he couldn’t find his family and how they could be gone just like his mom and dad and how he could get completely lost and they might never find him and —
He would be okay if he was like Iron Man. Iron Man was a superhero — he was like Captain America! He always knew what to do!
Peter tried to stay out of the way of the robots. They were big and scary and he was afraid that they would hurt him. May said that he got hurt too much, and he already knew that he got way too sick way too often and that he didn’t want May and Ben to worry about him too much.
He wasn’t quite fast enough, though. One of the robots was in front of him, and it wasn’t moving. It was staring at him, looking at him like it wanted to blow him up.
Peter was terrified — he was terrified, but he reminded himself about Iron Man. Iron Man wouldn’t stand there and let himself get blown up. Iron Man would fight back.
He raised one of his hands, holding up the toy Iron Man repulser that Ben had bought him at the gift shop and aiming it at the robot. He had the mask, he had the repulsers; maybe if it thought he was actually Iron Man, it would get scared and go away.
The robot made a weird noise, like it was charging up, and it took everything in Peter’s power not to flinch, to stop the thoughts of what if it kills me, what if it kills me.
Something heavy and metallic landed next to him and Peter dared not look at it, afraid that it would be another robot; that they were ganging up on him — but instead, the thing next to him shot at the robot.
He jumped slightly as it did so, just quick enough to see the real actual Iron Man armour give him a swift nod and hear it say, “Nice work, kid.”
He stared down at his hands in wonder, then watched as Iron Man flew away — because Iron Man just spoke to him!
Peter looked around, trying to find Ben and May again, and finally spotted the green of Ben’s jacket.
“Ben!” He yelled, running toward his uncle. “Ben guess what!”
“Peter!” Ben exclaimed. He ran to Peter and held him tightly, taking the mask off his face and planting a kiss on his temple and squeezing him tight enough to make breathing hard — or, harder than usual, at least, thanks to his asthma. “May! I found him!”
“Thank god,” May appeared next to Ben, and grabbed him from Ben’s arms. “Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere? Are you okay?”
“May —“
“Shut up, Ben,” May snapped slightly. “Let me hold my damn baby — it’s not fair that you got all the cuddle time!”
“I was just gonna ask if he felt cold, May; take a chill pill,” Ben said, holding his hands up in surrender.
“Oh,” May said softly. “Uh — yeah, a little.”
“He need another jacket?”
“You’re offering him your jacket?” May raised her eyebrows as she set Peter back on the ground. “You sure about that, babe?”
“Shut up,” Ben swatter her arm softly as he pulled the jacket off. “He’s worn it before. It’ll be fine.”
“He spilt his lunch on it and you almost had a heart attack,” May deadpanned. “You sure you’ll be okay with him wearing it?”
She was teasing him, Peter could tell. He giggled.
“Oh, shut up,” Ben said as he handed Peter the jacket. “You’re auntie is a bad influence, Peter Pan. Don’t be like her.”
“Aunt May is cool, though,” He said as he pulled the jacket on. He had grown since he last wore it and it wasn’t quite as huge on him, but May still took the time to roll up the sleeves so that he could use his hands.
“Aunt May is cool,” May agreed. “The coolest.”
“Yeah!”
“You guys need to stop attacking me,” Ben muttered. He bent down slightly and patted his back. “Alright, Petey-Pie; piggy back time. Can’t lose you again, can we kiddo?”
“I talked to Iron Man!” He whispered in his uncle's ear once he was on the man’s back. “If I get lost again will he talk to me again.”
“Let’s avoid testing that theory, why don’t we?” May linked arms with Ben, careful not to make holding Peter any harder than him. “Let’s go get some food instead. Thai? you guys want Thai?”
“Sure,” Ben smiled. “Thai sound good, doesn’t it kiddo?”
“Thai is yummy,” Peter agreed.
“Don’t spill it on my jacket,” Ben said. “You’ve been warned.”
“Hey Pete,” May said quietly.
“Yeah?”
“Spill it on the jacket, I dare you,” She whispered, making Peter laugh.
“Hey!” Ben exclaimed. “I heard that, May-May — stop corrupting out nephew!”
“Never,” May said. “He’s gonna kill your jacket, Benjamin Parker. This is your own fault.”
“You suck.”
May poked your tongue out at him, then laughed. “Love you too, dear.”
[3]
Peter stole Bens jacket that morning, and he did not regret it. The jacket made him feel like his uncle was there hugging him, and that made him feel a little better about everything that was going on.
Nobody had really known what was going on when the alarms went off and the school went into lockdown — sure, they had drills all the time, but they’d never gone into a real, actual lockdown.
Miss Stevens had just about fainted when it had rung. She’d run around the room like a mad thing, locking the doors and closing the blinds and turning the lights off before she finally took a breath and told the class that everything would be okay. Then the Principal had come on the loudspeaker and told everyone that while they were not in pressing imminent danger, they had to follow standard lockdown procedure. He also said that they could put the news on the classroom TV’s if they wanted to know what was happening, and Miss Stevens had hurried to do so.
Every news channel was reporting the same thing — there was a wormhole over the new Stark Tower in Manhattan and aliens were attacking the inner city. They were also saying other things; Iron Man was on the scene, the scientist that destroyed Harlem a few years ago was there, Captain America was apparently alive, somehow — all sorts of stuff that Peter couldn’t quite wrap his head around.
He was glad he had the jacket. He was glad that it was summer, because his uncle tended to leave the jacket at home in the summer… but he was also worried. According to the news, almost all of the cops — from every borough — were involved in perimeter control.
That meant that Ben was on the scene, that meant that he was in trouble — and that meant that Peter was scared.
Miss Stevens turned the TV off quickly after she got the gist of the news and once she realised that the class was kind of freaking out. She put a movie on instead, and they all huddled around it.
The aliens were loud enough to be heard in Queens, and there was a general feeling of fear amongst the fifth graders — as well as their teacher.
They were stuck in their classroom for a long time — long after their movie finished.
Peter and Ned, his best friend, were huddled together in the corner. Ned had started shaking some time during the second hour of the lockdown and they had started sharing Bens big jacket between them, like it was a blanket. They were distracting themselves from the situation as best as they could; Ned had been telling Peter all about the cat that they had rescued and how his mom was letting them keep it, and Peter told him about what he and Ben were planning for Mays birthday the next day.
“Hey,” Ned said suddenly during the second half of the second hour of lockdown. “It’s Star Wars day — the alien invasion happened on Star Wars day!”
“You’re right!” Peter whisper-shouted, looking at his friend in excitement. “It’s Star Wars day and there’s an alien invasion! Do you think there’s walk-y things? Or storm troopers or something?”
“Maybe!” Ned replied. “That would be so cool — I mean… alien invasions are scary, but if it was like Star Wars, that would be so cool!”
“Yeah,” Peter agreed. “That would be so cool.”
They lapsed back into silence for a few minutes, before Peter spoke up again. “I bet Ben’s glad I stole his jacket today,” He said softly. “Like — if he’s out there with the aliens, he could get it dirty, and then he would flip. I didn’t even spill anything on it during lunch!”
“Do you think he’s near the aliens?” Ned asked. “Do you think he’s okay?”
Peter froze up for a second, then shrugged. “He’s Ben — he’s always alright,” He frowned. “He’s gotta be alright, if he doesn’t want May to commit arson.”
“Your aunt is kinda scary,” Ned whispered. “Why’s she so obsessed with burning things down?”
“She’s not scary!” Peter laughed. “She just — I dunno. Fire’s cool. We’re just not allowed to let her light the menorah during Hanukkah; just in case she breaks the law. ‘Cause then Ben would have to arrest her and things would get real messy.”
“Maybe she could fight the aliens — with her fire,” Ned commented. “And my mom will be the distraction. She’ll dance and make them all super confused, then your aunt’ll set them on fire.”
“Your mom is great at the single ladies dance.”
“It’s embarrassing!”
“It’s the most amazing thing I have ever seen — and I saw Iron Man in person!”
“I still can’t believe you saw actual real-life Iron Man,” Ned exclaimed. “Like — that’s so cool.”
“It was so cool!”
Ned fell asleep sometime after that, then the lockdown was lifted halfway through hour three.
While Ned was asleep, Miss Stevens started calling everyone's parents and telling them what time they were allowed to pick their kids up, so the car park was completely packed when Peter and Ned finally got out of their class an hour after school was meant to end.
“I’m so glad it’s Friday,” Ned whispered as they left the classroom, while pater was wrapping himself up in Ben’s jacket again. “I’m gonna sleep forever now. I’m not coming Monday, I’m going into hibernation. I’m a polar bear; you won’t see me for months.”
“You suck,” Peter teased. “You wouldn’t dare leave me alone on Monday! It’s pizza day — you love pizza day!”
“Nobody likes cafeteria food, Peter.”
“But everybody likes pizza day!”
“Fine,” Ned rolled his eyes as they walked out onto the steps. “I won’t go into —“
Ned was cut off by his mother basically attacking him with a hug. She was talking to him in really fast Tagalog and Ned was protesting a little at how tightly she was hugging him. When she finally released him, Ned took an exaggerated breath.
“Peter,” She seemed to notice that he was there for the first time and gave him a quick hug too. “You’re okay too? Good, good — is your aunt coming to get you? Or your uncle? Do you need me to drop you home?”
“I’m pretty sure Mays coming,” Peter smiled at her. “Thank you though, Mrs. Leeds!”
“Do you want us to wait with you?” She asked. “There’s a lot of people here… it might be a bit hard to find them.”
“Uh…”
“Peter!”
He turned at the sound of his uncle’s voice, and immediately ran up and hugged him. “Uncle Ben!” He exclaimed. “I was worried about you! Miss Stevens put on the news, and I didn’t know if your precinct was gonna have to go to Manhattan for the aliens, and I kinda freaked out a little — oh! And I kept your jacket safe, see!” He held his hands up to show the clean jacket.
“You stole my jacket?”
“Yeah!”
Ben laughed, “You wanna head home now, kiddo? Pick up May-May on the way?”
“Yes please,” Peter exclaimed. “Bye, Ned! Bye, Mrs. Leeds!”
“Bye, Peter!” Ned replied. “See you Monday!”
“Don’t go into hibernation!” Peter yelled back. “Or I’ll send May and her fire!”
Ben looked at him weirdly. “What?”
[4]
Peter knew he wasn’t ‘properly’ dressed for a funeral. He knew that people were meant to wear black and suits and everything to funerals — and he was technically dressed properly, because he was wearing an old suit of Bens’.
But he was also wearing Ben’s jacket over the suit.
The funeral felt hot and stuffy, despite it being winter. There were too many people in the room — the section behind the ‘close friends and family’ area being full of acquaintances and a lot of cops that Ben barely knew.
He and May stood right at the front; she held his hand tightly, letting him bury his face into her shoulder and cry whenever he needed.
Ben was at the front.
Dead.
In a coffin.
It was an open casket; Ben’s clothing hid the bullet wound that had killed him and other than that he hadn’t been injured. May had thought it would be a good idea if he had one last goodbye, so after he and some of Ben’s close friends set the casket down, he stood next to it. Looked at Ben and whispered his goodbyes.
Ben had almost looked like he was sleeping — but Peter knew better. He had looked at his uncle and only seen that night; the blood, the crease between his brows, the snow around them getting stained red. He could still feel the warmth of the blood and feel Ben go limp in his arms.
He squeezed May’s hand tighter and she wrapped an arm over his shoulder, pulling him close and resting her chin on the top of her head. He let out a soft sob.
“It’s okay, Peter Pan,” She murmured. “It’s gonna be okay.”
“It’s not, May,” He whispered. “Grandma’s dead, Ben’s dead, mom and dad are dead — nothing is okay.”
May shuddered and Peter felt her wt tears drip into his hair. He wrapped his arms around her.
“I’m sorry,” He said quickly. “I’m sorry for being so negative, I — I just —“
“I know,” May answered softly. “I know, Pete. I know. This is — horrible.”
They held each other tightly as Captain Morales spoke at the podium, telling those gathered about the friendship he had with Ben and their time working together.
Rio and Miles were a couple of rows behind Peter and May; he’d seen them when they carried the coffin in. Miles was only ten, but he and Peter had always got along well, given how close Ben and Captain Morales were — had been.
He pulled Ben’s jacket around him tightly. It wasn’t all that big on him anymore and that made him sad. The jacket was still a source of comfort, but it wasn’t the same; he couldn’t completely cover himself with it and feel completely warm inside.
“Your dad bought him that,” May murmured a few hours later as they sat together in front of Ben’s recently covered grave. It was next to his parent’s shared grave, marked with a simple stone reading; Benjamin Parker, Loving husband and uncle. 1972-2014.
Peter glanced at the larger stone that marked the spot where his parents lay, read the carved words; Richard Parker, 1974-2007 & Mary Parker, 1974-2007.
“He did?” Peter asked softly. “I don’t… remember him that great.”
“He bought it when he and your mom were on their honeymoon,” May told him, her voice quiet and comforting. “Said it was from London. Ben always loved it, but after Rich died… he couldn’t bare to part with it.”
“I already miss him,” Peter murmured, leaning his head on May’s shoulder. “I — I don’t get what we’re meant to do now.”
“Neither,” May murmured. “We’ve been married eighteen years; it seems so wrong that he’s just… gone.”
“I’m sorry,” Peter said quietly. “I’m so sorry that I couldn’t save him.”
“There’s nothing you could’ve done, Petey,” She assured him. “It… it’s going to be really, really awful, trying to get through this, but there’s nothing you could’ve done.”
“I guess,” He whispered. He curled into May’s side and he cried.
[5]
“Oh my god…”
“Hey, May!” Peter waved to her from his bed in the compound’s med-bay. “You really didn’t need to come. I’m — yeah, I’m fine.”
“You’re not fucking fine, Peter!” May exclaimed, throwing his backpack on the chair next to the bed and rushing toward him. “Tony told me all about it — the broken ribs, the concussion, the burns —“
“He’s just a drama queen,” Peter grumbled.
“I’m not a drama queen,” Tony appeared in the doorway. “Hey, May. Good to see you. Missed you tons, always fun to catch up over this idiot hurting himself, how’ve you been?”
“Fine,” She crossed her arms. “Or I was fine, until my stupid kid went and got himself almost killed in an apartment fire!”
“I wasn’t almost killed!” Peter exclaimed. “You’re both exaggerating! I’m fine. Completely fine. Chill! Please!”
“Not gonna happen, kiddo,” May smiled at him, though her arms were still crossed. “We’ll chill when you look after yourself — isn’t that right, Tony?”
“That’s right,” Tony nodded in agreement.
“Mister Stark,” Peter groaned. “You’re meant to be cool. Iron Man is meant to be cool. Why’re you so boring?”
“I’m not boring, I’m just not really a fan of getting calls from the FDNY telling me that Spider-Man rescued people from a building and then died. Not overly comforting,” Tony crossed his arms like May. “Other than that, I’m very cool. I even found the drawing sent in by nine-year-old Pete to prove it.”
“You suck.”
“He doesn’t suck, he’s just… eccentric,” May picked the backpack back up, and handed him something soft and green. “I brought the jacket. Thought you might want it.”
Peter and May didn’t call the jacket Ben’s jacket anymore — at first it was because it hurt too much to talk about him, but then it kind of stuck. The jacket, like there, was something amazing and mysterious about it. Peter liked it.
“Thanks,” He pulled the jacket on. The sleeves were no longer too big for him; it almost fit him perfectly. Thinking about it felt like a cruel reminder of the passage of time, of Ben’s death.
He still loved the jacket, though. It was a pretty snazzy jacket.
“All good,” May sat down on the chair, putting the bag on the floor instead, and ran her fingers through his hair gently. “I’m glad you’re okay, Petey. Even if you just about made me go into cardiac arrest.”
“Your heartbeat sounds fine,” Peter murmured. “His, on the other hand, constantly sounds like it’s falling down the stairs.”
“Okay, big ears, let’s not attack the one who scraped you up off the streets and get you medical attention. I have a heart problem.”
“No shit,” Peter muttered under his breath.
“Wow,” Tony deadpanned. “Attacked in my own building by my own goddamn mentee. What is the world coming to? I should fire you!”
“Can you actually do that, Mister Stark?” Peter asked. “Last time I checked, Miss Potts was my employer.”
“I’m leaving!” Tony turned around and opened the door. “Goodbye, ungrateful employee!”
“Sure,” Peter called after him as he walked away. “Go cry to Miss Potts, sir! I’m sure she’ll feel terrible.”
“Not listening!” Tony yelled from down the hall.
May laughed, then sobered. “Are you sure you’re okay, Pete?” She asked softly. She pressed a soft kiss to his temple. “If you’re not okay, I’m going to whack you.”
“I’m fine, May,” Peter assured her. “Absolutely fine."
“You sure?”
“Yes,” He insisted. “I’m getting time off school, nobody died in that fire, I have my jacket and you haven’t whacked me. That makes me fine.”
“Still pending confirmation on the whacking thing,” May grinned. “So you better watch yourself.”
“Oh I’m terrified.”
“You should be — it was genius ten year old Peter that suggested that I become an Avenger and attack aliens with fire, after all.”
“You really need to stop making fun of me for that, May — I was ten.”
“You were adorable.”
“I’m going to sleep,” He said to end the conversation. “I’m going to sleep so that I can’t hear this defamation anymore.”
“Sure,” May said softly, her voice changing from teasing to gentle. “Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“Cool,” Peter murmured. He curled up as much as he could on the hospital bed, and wrapped his arms around himself, savouring the warmth of the jacket. “Night, May-May.”
“Night, Peter-Pan.”
[+1]
The night was still and quiet, but Peter still felt uneasy as he crept outside, following the sound of Morgan’s quiet sobs.
Pepper let him stay with them at the lake house whenever he wanted. May would stay too, sometimes, but he usually went alone. He got to hang out with Morgan Stark, the daughter that Pepper and Tony had when he was dead; he got to sit next to his comatose mentor’s bed and tell him stories about Morgan and school and patrol.
That part was… bad. Tony’d been asleep for over a month. They had cleared him to be kept in the house instead of in Wakanda a couple of weeks ago, and Peter could tell that having him home but comatose was taking its toll on Morgan.
“Hey,” He said softly as he sat down next to her on the porch. “You alright, Morgie?”
She nodded her head, wiping the tears off her face immediately. “Yeah,” She said quietly. “I’m fine.”
“I don’t think you’re fine,” He said. “What’s up?”
She sighed, sounding sadder than Peter thought was possible for a five-year-old. “I’m worried about daddy,” She said quietly. “An-and I know that mommy says he’s getting better, and t-that’s why he’s allowed home but — but he’s still sleeping, and — and what is he isn’t okay, Petey?”
Peter wrapped an arm around her and hugged her tight, and she started playing with one of the drawstrings on his jacket. “Your dad’s gonna be okay, Morgs. He’s made it outta plenty of iffy spots. He’ll be alright.”
“Mm,” She hummed quietly. “But he might not be.”
“He will be,” Peter assured her. “And — and when he wakes up, he’s gonna be so happy to see you. He’s gonna be so excited.”
“But what if he doesn’t wake up?”
Peter sighed. “I… if he doesn’t wake up, things’ll suck. They’ll suck a lot. But you don’t need to worry about that, ‘cause he’s gonna wake up.”
“H-how do you know th-that?” Morgan shivered as she spoke.
“Here,” He took his jacket — Ben’s jacket, the jacket — off, and draped it over Morgan's shoulders. “This jacket was my Uncle Ben’s, y’know?”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” He smiled down at her. “He was awesome. He was really smart and he was way taller than your dad and I used to steal that jacket from him every chance that I got.”
“Daddy told me that your uncle died,” Morgan murmured. “He said that he knew you were okay when you were gone because you were with your uncle.”
“I was. And he did,” Peter told her softly. “And we knew that he wasn’t gonna make it out of that, because the doctors told us not to hold out hope — but they told us that your dad would be okay, which means that he will be okay.”
“He looks so sick, though…”
“He’s gonna look sick for a while, Morgie — even once he wakes up,” He said. “But he’ll get better and we’ll help him make a new arm, and then he’ll be good as new. He’s gonna be okay.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Three thousand percent sure?”
“Three million percent sure,” Peter hugged her.
“I love you three thousand, Petey,” Morgan said quietly. “Can you wait with me until I fall asleep?”
“You need to go to sleep in your bed, kiddo,” Peter laughed and picked her up, making his way back upstairs to her room. “I’ll wait up, though. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
“You always wake up of the roof.”
“True,” Peter admitted as he tucked her back in. “That’s just because I’m so incredibly cool.”
“It’s ‘cause you’re a weirdo.”
“Love you too,” He rolled his eyes and sat down next to her bed. “Night, Morgan.”
“Wait!” she exclaimed. “Here’s your jacket!”
“Thanks,” He smiled when she threw it at him, and covered himself with it like a blanket. “Now sleep. Goodnight.”
“Night, Petey-Petey-Pete,” She replied sleepily. She was asleep within the minute.
Tony woke up the next morning, and Pepper found Peter asleep on the floor next to Morgan’s bed when she went to tell them, covered in a green jacket and all of the toys that Morgan kicked off her bed during her sleep.
It was a very important jacket.