Even now, there's some part of Peter that can't believe that this is happening. He'd been here for just over a year and suddenly, there were people here that he knew or knew him, and it was everything that he hoped for. Even before people started showing up, he hadn't felt as isolated as he did those first few days in a very long time.
But seeing Quill (who knew him, but who he didn't know), Thor (who he knew, but didn't know him), and Tony (who knew him and who he knew) made him realize how much he really missed home and the people in it. And while on some level, logically he knew that he missed Ned and May and Tony and all of his Decathlon friends, there was a part of himself that had to distance himself emotionally from that so it wouldn't be so painful. But now, seeing Tony again, Peter was suddenly realizing how painful it was to be without those people, even if he didn't acknowledge it.
Peter wanted life as it was to continue. He wanted to be Spider-Man, to meet Quill some day that wasn't in some bizarre pocket universe inn. He wanted to become an Avenger and then be one instead of being told by someone else that that he was. He even wanted to fight Thanos, because how else could he prove himself?
Peter points to the stairs. "I'm, uh, I'm gonna go up to my room," he says. He's not precisely sure how to leave this conversation. He wants to hug Tony again, but he knows that Tony isn't the huggy type and one teary hug already seemed like too much.
"See you!"
Peter jogs off, half-turning to give Tony one final wave right before he scrambled up the stairs.
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Date: 2018-08-07 12:01 pm (UTC)But seeing Quill (who knew him, but who he didn't know), Thor (who he knew, but didn't know him), and Tony (who knew him and who he knew) made him realize how much he really missed home and the people in it. And while on some level, logically he knew that he missed Ned and May and Tony and all of his Decathlon friends, there was a part of himself that had to distance himself emotionally from that so it wouldn't be so painful. But now, seeing Tony again, Peter was suddenly realizing how painful it was to be without those people, even if he didn't acknowledge it.
Peter wanted life as it was to continue. He wanted to be Spider-Man, to meet Quill some day that wasn't in some bizarre pocket universe inn. He wanted to become an Avenger and then be one instead of being told by someone else that that he was. He even wanted to fight Thanos, because how else could he prove himself?
Peter points to the stairs. "I'm, uh, I'm gonna go up to my room," he says. He's not precisely sure how to leave this conversation. He wants to hug Tony again, but he knows that Tony isn't the huggy type and one teary hug already seemed like too much.
"See you!"
Peter jogs off, half-turning to give Tony one final wave right before he scrambled up the stairs.
Peter hoped that he wasn't too awkward.