Old Man (Look At My Life)

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

I appreciate you telling me. I'll see you soon.

Tony stared at the words he'd written to Liz as he sat hunched over his journal. The breeze coming from the window by the bed he'd welcomed was too cold, now.

Peter went home.

Where was home? Right. New York. When was the last time he'd even seen New York--oh. A year to the date. Seriously? A year ago and a flight test gone awry, and now he was in a honeymoon cabin down on a lake while Peter...went home. Gone. If his brain were less blank, he'd have immediately made some conclusions with the timing of it all.

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[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"Fate, right?" What Thor always swore by, after all. Tony sunk into his side--Thor's bare skin still smelled faintly of salt and surf.

[st_ormbreaker]

"Yes," Thor breathes. "Fate."

Perhaps it was fate's choice that Peter go home, too. Thor isn't sure. But he is sure that there must be some meaning in it, even if it might not feel like it now.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"If you dream of him...tell me, won't you?" His fingertips idly stroked the surface of the moleskin journal.

[st_ormbreaker]

"I promise," he says. Thor wonders if he will, or of he can use what Corbie taught him before she left to make it so.

He will at least try.

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"The kids," Tony suddenly said. "God, the kids."

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor hums at that. Other kids had left the inn before, but none with the same close circle Peter had. His absence would be more keenly felt.

"When do you want to go back?"

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"For everyone's sanity, keep me under lock and key." As difficult as it was not to meddle and as godless as the inn was, there was humanity. There were chains of support that didn't need Iron Man swooping in.

Tony leaned up, then, wrapping his arms around Thor's neck, squeezing as hard as he could. The beauty of his husband was that he could take it. Don't let go.

[st_ormbreaker]

"I'll keep you locked up then," he says, wrapping his arms around him with a firm little squeeze. "For as long as you want me to."