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Peter had been to the tower many times before. The avengers frequented it regularly, too, and had more meetings in the living room than he could count. It was a place of comfort for them. Of peace. So he supposed he should’ve expected Tony to invite him to live there at some point or another. And, given the timing, he certainly couldn’t blame him. He’d only just gotten back from what people were calling the soul stone. He hadn’t acclimated to life on earth again yet. He was still terrified of not being around Darcy. Tony was just worried about him and wanted him to be where he could protect him. Thankfully, that offer extended both to Peter’s boyfriend and his aunt. Aunt May had her own floor in the tower, taking over Clint’s, as he’d moved out to the farm with his family, which was fine. Peter had learned that he’d always had his own floor, Tony had just been waiting to offer.

In spite of Santiago’s beliefs clashing with his own, Darcy considered the other to be a fairly good friend. He wasn’t the type of person who talked a lot about his sexuality – he didn’t exactly cover himself in bisexual pride pins, nor did he attend any parades or frequent any gay bars – but he talked about it even less around Santiago, not wanting to cause an argument or any friction between the two of them. After a relatively simple but satisfying day of cleaning his apartment and getting some laundry done, he’d responded to a couple of texts and ended up heading over to the other’s to relax and watch a movie. Overly cliché romantic comedies and low-budget horror flicks were his favorite and they were always ripe for picking through and laughing at.

“This has got to be sponsored,” he commented, leaning against the wall and grinning at the screen they were watching. “There’s no way anyone would wear a Mountain Dew shirt in that shade of green. He looks like a highlighter!” He fell quiet as the hero of the movie threw himself at his love interest, a soft piano melody bursting from the speakers. Darcy hadn’t initially noticed the other’s touch until he turned to look at Santiago and realized that their faces were mere inches apart. Automatically, he closed his eyes and started to respond to the kiss he’d found himself caught in, close-mouthed and somewhat short. Only seconds passed before he jerked back, surprise written all across his face as he reached up to rub his thumb across his lips. “What was that?”

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So that was probably how he’d gotten his face slammed into the pavement a few times. Which definitely hurt. Like a lot. He had some healing abilities, though, so it wasn’t as bad as it should have been for anyone else. But that didn’t mean Darcy wasn’t upset with him. The nineteen year old was perched on a counter in Darcy’s kitchen, letting the older man patch up his face.

Peter had brought extra bandaids, as a bribe for the many times Darcy complained about running out of them because of him. “It was an accident,” peter grumbled, trying to explain himself. Any movement made his bruises hurt. They’d be gone in a few hours, though. Frankly, he didn’t even really know why he had Darcy patch him up. Or he did, he just didn’t want to think about how much he liked the intimacy. “He wasn’t supposed to have powers. And I wasn’t supposed to become acquainted with the sidewalk. But I’m fine, Darcy, really.” He was almost pleading, giving him a small smile. Ouch.

It was one of those evenings. One where they had built the blanket fort in the living room, though the TV was still visible. They’d ordered takeout, just waiting for it to arrive. Darcy had had a long week at work and Peter knew he was stressed. So they were spending an evening just doing...nothing. They’d spend it curled up with each other, not worrying about anything, and likely talking about the future.

Peter had stolen one of Darcy’s hoodies, ignoring how it dwarfed him and made him look that more more like a child. He pressed the remote into Darcy’s hand, the two of them tangled up together in the blanket fort, Raven tucked up against them. “Choose the movie?” He asked quietly, kissing at the side of his neck, lips curving into a smile. Evenings like this were his favourite. He didn’t have to worry about patrolling or the city or anyone being in danger. It was just him and the man he loved.

It wasn’t entirely stress free, though. Peter wanted to broach the subject of moving in together. Granted, peter spent more time at Darcy’s place than May’s, now, and his things had somehow migrated to the apartment, but he wanted to ask officially. Before he fully considered Darcy’s apartment to be home. Logically, he knew they were already in it for the long haul. Darcy had gotten them a cat. They had a little baby together, as Peter put it. Darcy wouldn’t mind peter moving in. Hopefully.