A special Mission:~ Closed prompt for @lovedu3000
Peter has been staring at the closed front door for all but fifteen minutes, Pepper having disappeared behind it in a flurry of coattails, Stark-pad and a promise to call him come Morganâs bedtime. The teen deftly chewed on the inside of his cheek, a low surge of panic rising within the pit of his stomach once he realized he had no idea when Morganâs bedtime was. The sky outside was still a pallid grey, attesting to the fact that the teen had some hours to fill before the business woman would sweep in to relieve him of his new-found charge; though Peter still found himself fishing his cell from his pocket to be sure, a low breath escaping his lungs once he noted the time. Yep hours. Oh god.
Peter Parker has never ever been in charge of taking care of a child (with the sole exception of himself and letâs face it, heâs never done a stellar job at it). He has punctuated this very fact over the phone to Mrs Stark in all of thirty seven stammers; but with Happy strong-arming the delivery of the new Stark Tech range to the Electronic Entertainment Expo and with Rhodey out in Washington for his annual debriefing, Pepper wasnât really stripped for choice when it came to keeping an eye on her daughter. As it were, one of Stark Industriesâ biggest investors was caught in an intel laundering scheme; non-kid friendly damage control measures needed to be taken and though it was said in the kindest, most motherly of tonesâPeter understood that he didnât really have a choice.
Few people said no to Pepper Stark.
Plus it was a Saturday so Peter relented his excuse to memorise Decathlon flash cards didnât hold much weight in the face of an international emergency. Which is why Peter currently found himself in the cosy, lake-side residence; gaze skimming over the message from May to âhave a nice timeâ; before he stuffed his phone into the depths of his pack, surveying every nook and cranny for his current mission objective.
It wasnât that he didnât want to spend time with the littlest Stark, Peter in fact was very curious about her, having only seen her in passing a few times since the Funeral. He was just worried that he would feed her something that she was highly allergic to, maybe break one of her arms, cause her to cry actual wet tearsâreally relevant, heart attack inducing fears. She was the last of Mr Stark after all and that was something which had to be protected. It was a responsibility that trumped the friendly neighbourhood (the planet really) and Peter couldnât afford to suck at it.
Hesitating for a moment, Peter dropped his bag onto the couch before making his way toward the back door; finding the rooms a little too quiet to be housing a five year old and hoping beyond hope that he didnât manage to lose the girl already. âHello! Morgan? Are you out here?â