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    Peter flaps a hand in the air, grasping for words. All he’s left with is the thought that’s been running through his head all night: “There was this dilapidated building out near Hell’s Kitchen, rotted all the way through, and I kept staring at it and thinking, This thing could go down at the smallest breeze.” Peter gestures at the roof over their head. “Even this apartment could go down easily enough.”

    May rubs his hand. “Buildings don’t just collapse, Peter. Did something happen to make you worried about that?”

    Peter shakes his head. He doesn’t ever give her details. He doesn’t tell her about the intimate, gnawing kind of horror that came with being trapped beneath a collapsed building and knowing no one was coming to save you; the way it felt like his bones were being ground into the damp cement; how he’d felt small and very soft, and how his thoughts keep going over the components of a building—rusted metals, long nails strong enough to jut through cement—and how that might’ve pierced him if he’d moved wrong, like a fork pulled through slow cooked meats.

     

    (Peter learns to cope and communicate with the people around him, post-Homecoming.)

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    18 Aug 2019

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    Tony’s face hardens as he says, “What kid.”
    “I don’t know, some twelve year old—”
    Below him, the kid coughs out, “Fifteen.”
    “—Fifteen year old—”
    Tony scrubs a hand across his face. “Don’t tell me he’s wearing a dorky shirt with a chemistry pun on it.”
    Rhodey frowns. That was oddly specific. Glancing down, he looks at what little he can see of the kid’s shirt—which isn't much since there’s so much blood now, but what could be once called a cartoon joke is printed on it. “Um, yeah?”
    “Son of a bitch.”

     

    Otherwise known as how Rhodey finds out about how old Peter is, and how badly he needs to beat Tony with a stick.

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    16 Aug 2019

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    Tony’s face hardens as he says, “What kid.”
    “I don’t know, some twelve year old—”
    Below him, the kid coughs out, “Fifteen.”
    “—Fifteen year old—”
    Tony scrubs a hand across his face. “Don’t tell me he’s wearing a dorky shirt with a chemistry pun on it.”
    Rhodey frowns. That was oddly specific. Glancing down, he looks at what little he can see of the kid’s shirt—which isn't much since there’s so much blood now, but what could be once called a cartoon joke is printed on it. “Um, yeah?”
    “Son of a bitch.”

     

    Otherwise known as how Rhodey finds out about how old Peter is, and how badly he needs to beat Tony with a stick.

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    Tony’s face hardens as he says, “What kid.”
    “I don’t know, some twelve year old—”
    Below him, the kid coughs out, “Fifteen.”
    “—Fifteen year old—”
    Tony scrubs a hand across his face. “Don’t tell me he’s wearing a dorky shirt with a chemistry pun on it.”
    Rhodey frowns. That was oddly specific. Glancing down, he looks at what little he can see of the kid’s shirt—which isn't much since there’s so much blood now, but what could be once called a cartoon joke is printed on it. “Um, yeah?”
    “Son of a bitch.”

     

    Otherwise known as how Rhodey finds out about how old Peter is, and how badly he needs to beat Tony with a stick.

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    “Kid,” Sam says, and the only minor in the room chews, swallows, and points to his own chest questioningly. “Yeah, you. Just one question: who are you?”

    (Peter has breakfast at the Compound, or, It's okay to meet your heroes when those heroes are the Avengers!)

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