#in complete

“Where is it?” Peter breathes out as he tosses his covers off his bunk bed. He was standing on the ceiling, trying to get a higher view if he could somehow spot his green sweater.

There’s a clicking sound and someone is turning the doorknob. He quickly jumps off the ceiling and did a flip before landing on the ground gracefully.

“Peter, what is this mess? It looks like your room was hit by a storm,” May cries as she takes at the condition of her nephew’s room.

“I’ll clean it up! I’m just looking for my favourite shirt,” Peter sputters as he starts to pick up the clothes on the floor.

“The green one?” May inquires.

He pauses at his spot and stares at his aunt, eyes wide.  “Yeah, have you seen it?” He breath out. He takes a moment and realise he was breathing hard. He hasn’t stop searching since he started.

He shifts his weight from one foot to another while biting his bottom lip as he looks around and realise the messy state his room is in. No wonder his aunt freaks out earlier. The mattress isn’t on the bed frame anymore but leaning sideways onto the wall, his clothes are everywhere and some chess pieces are on the floor, knocked off from the table when he was busy throwing his clothes everywhere.

Aunt May has been trying to remember but nothing comes up. “I’m sorry Peter, I haven’t.” Peter face falls at that.

She takes a step closer and places her hand on Peter’s shoulder in a reassuring manner. “I know how much you love that shirt but maybe it will show up later.” She gives a reassuring smile at him.

Peter smiles back to show his gratefulness for her words. “Thanks Aunt May.”

“Your welcome, Peter.” May takes hold of Peter’s shoulder for leverage and tip toed to kiss his forehead. He has grown a lot for the past years and already a foot taller than her. She still remembers he was seven when she and her husband took care of him. “Maybe you have left it in college?” A trip to memory land has reminded her Peter is already in college. She misses him every day but as long as Peter doesn’t forget about her and makes the occasional visits, she surely be fine.

Peter’s smile drops. “No, I didn’t. I remember packing it and I also remember wearing it,” he states.

“Then, when was the last time you wore it?”

Peter furrows his eyebrows and thinks deeply, “I think, -I think it was five days,” Peter starts. “Yeah, it was when-” I was visiting Tony.

Peter’s eyes widen at that. He quickly turns around and grabs his bag with his suit in it before passing his aunt and going straight to the door. “Where are you going? Peter!”

“Sorry Aunt May! I’ll clean it up when I get back!” Peter reassures his aunt before leaving the house.

She could only sighs as she watches her nephew running to god knows where. He’s an adult now, she reminds herself and smiles before she closes the door.

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“Good morning, Mister Parker. Mister Stark is currently in his penthouse. Would you like me to inform him of your visit?” Friday informs him as the elevator starts going up.

“It’s okay, Friday. I’m just going to pick something up before I leave.” Peter takes off his mask and tries to inhale oxygen for his lungs. Swinging through the city was tiring but it beats taking the bus in both time and space. He would rather not get stuck between two smelly men and push back and forth. At least there’s no causalities have happen.

After the doors open, he goes straight to the bar where he remembers he left his sweater at. (Peter and Tony were drinking and his body was so hot he took off his sweater. They were so drunk in love that he forgets his sweater and left in his undershirt that night. The only thing he could remember are flush cheeks and a huge grin that took half of Tony’s face.)

Peter checks the stools in front of the bar but it isn’t there. He tries checking behind the bar, on the sofa and every corner of the room, anywhere he could have thrown his sweater to but still couldn’t find it.