newyorknative | Yes I want you, and that’s the way it is

Peter's getting very comfortable in the soft hollow of Fiyero's neck, which has warmed with the combined heat of their skin, and Peter's breath. It definitely speaks volumes to how comfortable he is that he doesn't try to reach for his phone to figure out the answer. He's a bit incorrigible that way - endlessly curious, for better or for worse - but very little seems important enough to interrupt the drowsiness that's starting to creep over them both.

"I like you," Peter murmurs, hands flattening against Fiyero's back, holding him in return. Maybe they won't stay like that as they sleep - or maybe they will, waking up wrapped around each other and far too hot. Peter doesn't mind either way, as long as he gets to keep Fiyero right there with him.

It seems the day's activity has finally caught up with him, though, because Peter doesn't make it more than a few moments of soft, sedate breathing before he's out like a light. Running around the city and having heaps of sex really takes it out of a guy. It's a dreamless sleep, the kind he's been getting more and more of, with Fiyero around. Jeez, is this what it feels like to be normal and well-adjusted? You just sleep, with no nightmares? Wild.

Something that has really taken Fiyero by surprise in all this, in how they interact, is that Peter treats him like Fiyero is more important than anything else. Obviously when protecting him, but also just in little moments of not wanting to let go of him, wanting to do anything to make him happy. Even the moments where Peter was being the responsible one, resisting Fiyero's advances because they really did need to go out. If Fiyero had pressed it? He's pretty sure he could talk Peter into doing just about anything for him, if it was important enough to Fiyero.

It makes him feel valued in a way he's not sure he's ever felt. And Peter's simple words, such an obvious statement - but it makes quiet yet strong emotion swell up inside Fiyero. He feels so cherished, and he hopes Peter feels it in return.

He almost jokes in return, something to lighten the strength of the emotion - I should hope so, given that Peter is snuggled up with him and all, would be strange if he didn't like him. But it's so sweet and sincere, and they're both so sleepy and intimate and vulnerable-but-safe, he can't be anything but sincere in return.

"I like you too," he whispers, closing his eyes. Peter doesn't answer, except in the way he holds him tight, like he never wants to let go. It's a few moments later that Fiyero realises Peter has probably fallen asleep.

It's like a final weight off his shoulders, letting him truly relax. Peter is resting, sleeping soundly, safe and happy. Everything is good. Not out there, in the world - but in here, there is nothing bad. Fiyero doesn't take long to fall asleep after that either, his mind going pleasantly blank except for the warmth and weight and smell of Peter, and then he's out as well.

Peter wishes it weren't such a painful truth, but it's one he knows all too well - the only thing that's irreplaceable in this world are other people. The people you care about, for however long you're privileged enough to care about them, they are the most important thing. Fiyero has handily cemented himself as someone of immense importance in Peter's life, and there's really no turning that one around at this point. Once Peter's in... he's in. All in.

His dreams are formless, calm and shapeless, slipping through his mind without leaving anything terrible behind. Peter smiles against Fiyero's neck, mumbling something quiet against his skin - impossible to decipher, but it's obvious enough that he's content. No doubt, they'll each have more nightmares in each other's presence - but for today, at least, Peter's rest is peaceful.

It's a very good nap, especially after such a busy day. It is, unfortunately, just a nap - the alarm trills too soon, phone rattling on the nightstand. Peter mumbles and squeezes Fiyero petulantly, reluctant to get up - but he fishes an arm out from the covers to grab at the phone, awareness prickling uncomfortably. He silences it and slumps back into the warm sheets, legs tangled with Fiyero's. "Nnnnm..."

Sighing softly, Peter props his cheek on Fiyero's shoulder, peeking an eye open at him to gauge whether or not the alarm roused him. He leans closer to kiss lightly along Fiyero's jaw, something gentle and easy to coax him back to consciousness. He gave them enough lead-in time to not have to jump immediately out of bed, but they should still get moving - no matter how cozy they are, right now. "...'yero..."

Fiyero's dreams aren't quite so pleasant... Though without necessarily being a proper nightmare. Those quiet anxiety dreams, where you feel like there's something you should be doing, or there's some unknown danger lurking behind the corner, something that isn't quite right. He wakes up at some point, only to find Peter clamped happily against his side, which calms him down a little again. Enough to doze off again, at the very least.

The alarm does wake him, though the only immediately outward proof of this is the frown that drags at his eyebrows, and the slight jump in heartrate at the sudden sound. He doesn't want to move. He certainly doesn't want to acknowledge the outside world, what lies beyond their doorstep.

Peter's gentle kisses does soften the wakeup, the frown slowly replaced by a slight smile, his eyes still closed. "Mmmn, don'think we've got time f' sex, Peteeer..." he says playfully as Peter's kisses find his ear, his voice mumbly and raspy with sleep.

Peter huffs a laugh, quiet and fond and just for Fiyero, muffled against his skin. His voice is a soft murmur as he brushes his lips against Fiyero's ear, stretching closer. "Mm, no sex, baby. Just a nice wake up call..."

He can hardly resist when Fiyero's being cute, relaxed and warm as he slowly wakes. Peter's lips find their way back to Fiyero's, kissing him sweetly, coaxing him towards consciousness. He lets the kiss break with a soft sigh, pillowing his cheek on Fiyero's shoulder so he can watch him, gaze tracing over Fiyero's light smile; waiting for the moment Fiyero decides to fully rouse and open those beautiful blue eyes of is. Jeez, Peter really is a goner.

"We'll be back soon and then you can sleep, okay?" Peter lifts a hand to gently brush Fiyero's bangs back, fingers light against his scalp. "Shouldn't take too long...Fiyerooo..."

Fiyero shifts, squirming gently like a cuddling cat, feeling their skin moving against each other, shivering a little at the lips against his ear.

He kisses back automatically, maybe having to be coaxed into waking, but he needs no coaxing to kiss. He's sure his breath is terrible, he can taste it. Peter however seems to have perfectly fresh breath - well, at least by comparison - though maybe it's a spider healing thing. It doesn't seem to put him off kissing Fiyero, even if he stops frankly much too quickly.

He is much more awake now, he's just resisting it, pretending not to me. Enjoying the way Peter is touching him, cuddling him. It's the most gentle attempt to wake him up he's ever had. Second to waking up to a blowjob, but this is wonderful in a different way.

"Alright, fiiine," he answers, eyes still closed, his voice full of groggy, light-hearted exasperation. "Calm down, baby," he says, and reaches up to push at Peter's shoulder, rolling him onto his back as he follows after, suddenly sleepily clambering down along the bed. "I'll go down on you, but it better be quick."

There is the hints of a sly grin around his mouth, showing he's entirely aware that's not what Peter meant. He's only joking, trying to make Peter laugh by being silly. We'll he's almost totally joking. If it ends up turning Peter on, he will happily follow through. But the main goal is just to hear more of that wonderful laugh.

There's very little that could put Peter off kissing Fiyero - besides, when you're walking around with enhanced tastebuds, just about anything can taste bad. It probably says far too much about him that the bitterness of morning breath is completely overwhelmed by the joy he feels in kissing his boyfriend, but Peter's simply to happy to care.

Case in point - Fiyero calls him baby, and Peter's smile lights up, unabashedly sunny. He rolls over easily, watching Fiyero slide down the bed, allowing himself to be manhandled without even a token protest. Fiyero's efforts are rewarded - Peter laughs, shaking his head against the pillow and reaching out to cup Fiyero's cheek fondly. His thumb brushes against Fiyero's mouth, before he lets his hand slide down to Fiyero's neck, palm warm. "While I appreciate the offer, later, 'yero."

Peter sits up, crunching his abs so as not to disturb Fiyero's position against his legs, smoothly bringing himself within smooching distance with a teasing grin pulling at his mouth. "I'll take another kiss, though. Payment, and then the bathroom is all yours."

Fiyero probably smells and tastes just a little bit bad most of the time, with senses like Peter's. But it's his smell, even if it's not fully pleasant, and that makes a difference. Fiyero is quickly learning this himself. It's not like Peter smells or tastes perfect all the time either, but it's still in a way wonderful, because that's his person he's smelling...

It's really a shame Fiyero hadn't opened his eyes yet to see Peter's sunny smile. He does open his eyes when Peter cups his cheek though, sleepy blue looking over at Peter, his playful smile widening as he sees Peter's happy amusement.

He arches up towards the kiss, back curving more than you'd think he'd be able to - without having superpowers. He hums happily into the kiss, chasing it when Peter breaks away.

"As many kisses as you'd like," he answers happily. He doesn't let Peter go that easily though, shifting to instead smooch at Peter's side, his stomach, his ribs. It's not seductive or even particularly sensual. If anything it's playful, leaving lots of little smacks on Peter's skin, his arm wrapping around his waist to keep him there just a moment longer. Just taking advantage before he has to let Peter go.

Fiyero really is quite ridiculously flexible - which is a high bar coming from Peter, enhanced spider-pretzel boy. Peter accepts the smooch and ends up having to break it because he's smiling too hard, gentle amusement bubbling up - and Fiyero chases him, pressing in close. He lets Peter free - well, his lips - to trail along his skin, down his torso. Peter squirms playfully, not truly struggling or trying to get Fiyero to move - but as Fiyero wraps an arm around his waist, Peter settles back against the pillow, pleasantly flush.

This... oh, he likes this. Sex is great and all, but cuddling? Easy way to turn him into a pile of spider goo. Warm fingers brush through Fiyero's hair, palm settling over the crown of his head. Peter smiles at him, tilting his head against the pillow, hair fluffed every which way. It'll be worse, after he pulls a mask on. "Oh, don't say that. I'll make us very late."

Peter sighs happily and lets his fingers brush lightly against Fiyero's scalp, back and forth, until he settles on the nape of his neck - allowing Fiyero to use him as a body pillow. He'd genuinely love nothing more than to roll over and go back to sleep wrapped around his boyfriend, but Peter knows this is important. The most important, really, as his thumb brushes against Fiyero's pulse idly - keeping him safe was already a top priority, but now... Peter doesn't want to think about losing him. At least if Fiyero returned home, Peter would know he was safe, but losing him to Oscorp...

Fiyero's brand new to sex, so it still has a bright shine compared to cuddling, which he's done a lot more of. Still, sex would be nothing if it didn't have cuddling as a part of it, and cuddling with Peter is something special, because of how much he cares for him.

"We can kiss and walk at the same time," Fiyero teases, still placing occasional kisses along Peter's side, nuzzling into him, before he rests his head against Peter's belly. He looks up at Peter, blue eyes bright, clearly more awake now. Holding onto him like he doesn't want to let go.

"Or at least you can tell me the plan, before we have to get up," he suggests, pressing a kiss against Peter's bellybutton, just enjoying the way Peter is touching him.

"You might be able to, but I think I'd get distracted." Peter snorts fondly, thumb brushing lazily against the soft skin behind Fiyero's ear as he settles. It's so sweet, the way he's gotten comfortable like he just doesn't want to let go of Peter - even if they both know they need to go. But hey, that's why he set an alarm to give them plenty of time...

"Besides," Peter smiles, belly flexing involuntarily at the brush of Fiyero's lips - oh, maybe he's found a sensitive spot. Peter lets his palm slide to cup Fiyero's cheek, fingertips smoothing against his brow. "Kissing and swinging is ill-advised."

"We're going to meet some... nighttime colleagues of mine." It's the best way to describe, it he thinks, brow furrowing slightly. "Other vigilantes. I trust them. Daredevil is the one who gave me the tip about the people who were hired to find you. Hawkeye doesn't know anything about this yet, but she's fought these guys before. It just... helps to have them in the know. Especially if something were to happen - just... they'll help us."

Fiyero does know the effect his kisses can have on Peter, yes. He uses it intentionally for various purposes. It seems to be a very effective way to ground and reassure him, whether out and about or during emotionally intense sex. And it's also simply very enjoyable.

He snickers at the idea of them going splat against a window because Fiyero was kissing Peter. A comical image, but obviously not ideal in reality. Sure, he doesn't think he'd want to be swinging high up between buildings through the streets, and try to focus on kissing Peter at the same time.

It hadn't occurred to him that they'd be swinging, but of course, if they're meeting Spiderman's allies. If Peter trusts them, Fiyero trusts them. Having someone else to help them against this does sound very reassuring. And, once again, a little bit scary. Fiyero is reluctant to brave the scary things, but he will if he has to, if Peter thinks it's important. Fiyero might be lazy, but he's not a coward.

"So what do you need me to do? Just be there?" he asks, settled against Peter's belly, his fingertips idly caressing his side.

Stay safe, is the answer that bubbles up in his mind, but Peter swallows it down, smiling softly at Fiyero. He lets his hand curl, knuckles brushing against the curve of Fiyero's jaw, the pad of his thumb slipping down to anoint Fiyero's lower lip.

"I'm sure they'll have questions. Help me fill them in, get them up to speed." Peter lets his other hand drop to drag his nails lightly along Fiyero's arm, a soothing back and forth. "We shouldn't be walking into a fight or anything. Well - not with them. Sometimes Daredevil's enemies get a little crazy."

Is it a joke? Probably not, judging from Peter's sheepish smile. "You're safe with me, 'yero. We're going to make you safe everywhere, okay?"

"Neither of them know me. I won't take the mask off." His knuckles brush contemplatively against Fiyero's jaw again. "I thought about covering yours. But... I think they need to know what you look like. In case..."

The thought trails off, Peter finding himself unable to voice it. They both know why it's a just in case. Peter can't actually be with him 24/7, and the longer they take to figure this out, the more opportunity there will be for something bad to happen.

The 'stay safe' doesn't even really need to be said. It shines through in everything Peter says and does - especially given his history. Fiyero can't imagine that kind of loss. And while he could easily he reckless, especially in pursuit of something important, or protecting Peter in return... Well. Fiyero doesn't want to be the one causing Peter any more loss.

As long as they're in here, curled up together, skin against skin, touching each other so sweetly, it's easy to not think about that loss. To keep it as a hypothetical monster outside in the dark, not something there with them. It's why Fiyero is so reluctant to go out.

He nods in understanding. Answering questions, he can do that. They'll probably be as baffled as Peter is. He wonders if they'll even believe him about Oz, or how they will react. Peter's been very willing to believe, but he can't blame them if they aren't as easily convinced. All they really need to believe is that Fiyero needs protection and that these people are looking for him. And they've got proof of that, in spades.

He smiles and turns his head to kiss Peter's knuckles, once he promises to make Fiyero safe everywhere. Well, safe from being hunted. Fiyero doesn't think Peter can do anything about the scary confusing nightmare that is New York traffic.

He makes a mental note to not call him Peter while they're out. It would be funny if a "baby" or "darling" slipped out, but that would probably also not be ideal.

"In case," Fiyero agrees with a nod. He won't finish it either. Instead, he pushes himself up, clambering up over Peter to get back to eye level. So that he can give him one nice, long kiss. Before he pulls back, going to get out of bed at last. However reluctantly.

It does feel like leaving would pierce their bubble of peace and invite the bad stuff in, but they can’t stay here forever. As tempting as it is, today was an indulgence - something Peter might feel guilty for, later, as if taking a few hours for himself is some kind of unforgivable sin. And truly - did it ever really leave? With his pictures on the wall, and the wounds they’ve both slowly started to lick in each other’s presence - perhaps it’s been in the room with them the whole time.

But it’s manageable, especially now that they’re not fighting the feelings between them. Fighting the pull Fiyero has on him was an exercise in futility, and now that they’re both freed of the torment, they can direct that energy towards building something better. Peter needs to plan. They both do, to work together on this - because he has a sinking feeling getting Fiyero back to Oz will be no simple task.

If it can even be done at all.

They’ll have to present this in the right way. Daredevil and Kate don’t need to know everything… maybe they just leave out the Emerald City of it all. Knowing Fiyero isn’t from this world might be enough. Knowing he was brought here against his will for something dangerous, unethical, and illegal - Peter’s seen Daredevil go off the rails for less. Knowing Kingpin is involved might be enough, all on it’s own.

They’ve also had aliens fall from a rift in the sky before, so maybe it’s not so crazy.

…who is he kidding, the Oz part is kinda nuts.

Peter nods and kisses Fiyero back, every ounce of tenderness on display. Warm hands rise up to cup his cheeks, holding Fiyero like he’s something precious. He is, and it’s no secret that Peter feels this way, not with the passion evident in his embrace. His hands finally slip away as Fiyero pulls back, lingering on his skin - falling to his neck, his shoulders, and then down into his own lap, where the sheets have pooled at his waist.

“Hate to see you leave,” Peter waggles his eyebrows playfully, looking Fiyero up and down as he stretches to stand; it’s not smooth, but it’s not meant to be. Peter’s a goofball, and Fiyero likes him just as he is. “Love to watch you walk away.”

Fiyero tries not to pay attention to Peter's wall of notes about Oz and Oscorp - why are their names so similar anyway? Does that have any significance? Though by now it's started to blend into the background, like an insane bit of wallpaper. Fiyero is good at pretending that everything is fine, even to himself. It becomes much easier when he has such a lovely distraction.

He's smiling as he draws back from the kiss, warm and lazy, savouring the tenderness Peter shows. Like he's letting it fill his heart up before parting. The way Peter's hand try to stay in contact as long as possible. Just like Fiyero does with him when he's all sweet and vulnerable, making sure Peter can still feel him close, that he's not gone. Peter's not vulnerable now though. He simply doesn't want to let go, and that feels nice.

Fiyero smiles turns into amused befuddlement as Peter speaks, pausing as he's about to turn, an eyebrow quirked. He doesn't mind Peter looking, or course. Though as Peter finishes his saying, Fiyero barks out an unexpected delighted laugh.

Yeah, sometimes Fiyero can be a very easy audience. It's nice when the person you're with simply hasn't heard all the clichés, and think they're completely original.

"Bet you do," Fiyero answers flirtily, still smiling at Peter over his shoulder as he heads towards the bathroom. And yes, he does sway his hips pointedly, really putting his ass on display for Peter's benefit, as reward for that joke.

Watching the understanding and amusement break out over Fiyero's expression is like watching the sun pierce through the clouds, and Peter can't help but grin back at him, utterly captivated. The laugh is especially thrilling, a shot of pure joy, and it helps cut through the tension that's been let into the room, with talk of their upcoming meeting. Fiyero is okay, he's happy, genuinely happy, and Peter is going to keep it that way if it's the last thing he does.

Insofar as he can, of course. Reality might settle in, if there really is no way home... but Peter will do everything in his power to keep it that way. To give Fiyero a safe place to land.

Peter laughs, too, as Fiyero plays into it and saunters into the bathroom, tipping his head back to grin at the ceiling when the bathroom door closes behind his flirtatious prince. Peter only allows himself a moment before he sits up fully to get out of the bed, schooling himself into some semblance of order so he can gather what they need - his suit, the backpack currently packed as a go-bag, fresh refills on the webshooters that are not super strength sex webs. He snorts to himself as he changes out the cartridges, setting the special formula aside on the desk; frankly, he's still amazed that it worked.

By the time Fiyero is done, Peter's re-packed the backpack and donned the bottom half of his suit, webshooters on his wrists, mask and the shirt of his costume laid out on the bed. He smiles, ducking his head; it still feels so odd that Fiyero just knows, but not in a bad way. Peter makes a vague gesture towards the chest of clothes, tilting his head as he leans down to stick the burner phone in his boot. "Wear something warm. It'll get cold, this time of night."

There's so many things he would miss if he couldn't go home. But it's difficult to think of something he can't live without. There's a lot of safety and privilege he's missing, but Peter really is doing his best to make sure Fiyero is taken care of, in every way. There's things he misses about home, in the same way he misses them when he goes off to school somewhere, but that's nothing new. It would be the knowledge that he could never see it again that would hurt.

He wishes he could show Peter those places. Have him meet some Animals, meet Feldspur, see his homeland. See the Emerald City, how different it is from the movie and the books. He wants to see Peter's face as he experiences those things, the way Peter gets to introduce Fiyero to all kinds of things here.

It's probably a silly dream. Peter would be just as stuck there, wouldn't he, and he has family he actually cares about - even if it's just one person - and responsibilities he's actually devoted to. If they could have a little adventure like Dorothy, that would be perfect, but he knows that's impossible.

Still, the images do flit through his mind on occasion, as he uses the bathroom, and as he washes his face. His stubble is starting to return, a subtle shadow on the bottom half of his face.

He doesn't take too long, smiling as his eyes catch Peter's. "Oh, I remember," he reassures Peter, heading to grab some clothes. And on the way past, he makes sure to grab Peter's ass too, just a quick light fondle as he's bending over in that skintight suit. Just a playful return of the compliment Peter had just given him.

Fiyero grabs clothes, those thick jeans again, and layering up on his upper body. He doesn't easily get too cold, but the wind is a lot up there. They even find him a scarf and gloves for the flight. Cold hands aren't really good for grip strength. When they're not busy trying to make out every single moment, it doesn't take them very long to get ready.

Peter can't imagine a life not in New York - well, maybe that's not quite true. He can, and he has, for one shining moment, until it all disappeared right before his eyes. It's not that he would never leave, but he'd need a reason to leave. And for someone he loves... what greater reason is there?

But it's not a question worth much more than a wistful, momentary contemplation, because he too wishes he could see the things that Fiyero loves about his home, the people that made him who he is. But it hurts too much, for starters, poking at an old wound, and in the more immediate relevance - even if they did find a way to send Fiyero home, Peter doubts Fiyero would ask such a thing of him. They care about each other, obviously, but their relationship simply hasn't had enough time to grow as much as it would need to for that to be in question.

...could Peter see it growing into that, even now? Well, that's another question entirely. The point is, they should take it all one problem at a time, and they have no shortage of problems.

Peter chuckles when Fiyero grabs at him shamelessly, face pleasantly flush from the attention. He's not sure he'll ever get used to it, the happy thrill that clenches in his gut when Fiyero flirts with him so openly. It's probably a good thing he'll have a mask on, or Daredevil and Hawkeye would catch on immediately to how down bad he is. They might anyway, knowing the pair of them. Peter slips into the top half of his suit as Fiyero gets dressed, twisting his torso impossibly to close the hidden zipper. He checks and re-checks the backpack, helping Fiyero fit it on snugly over his coat, once he's ready. Just in case... it's best to be prepared. Peter is not above grabbing Fiyero and running, if they have to. If Oscorp somehow finds them, though he doubts that will happen while they're out for a covert rendezvous. They knew to look for Fiyero at the clubs, but they'll hardly be expecting a rooftop in Hell's Kitchen.

Peter dons a pair of old sweats and a hoodie to hide his costume, stuffing the mask in his hoodie pocket, and he offers Fiyero his red-and-blue gloved hand, interlocking their fingers. "Ready, baby?"

You'd think they wouldn't have had enough time for their relationship to grow that much. But there is a part of Fiyero that definitely wants to stay here forever, or else ask Peter to come with him. A part he's not even fully aware of, and he's definitely not acknowledging, because he's fully aware that would be insane. But it's something lurking in the back of his mind, something that itches every time they talk about plans to send him home.

Perhaps it's why they're so clingy with each other. Some part of them is aware this must be temporary, so they want to enjoy it as much as they can while it lasts. Perhaps to unhealthy amounts, but... Well, if Fiyero knew the term 'carpe diem', he'd agree with it. Though perhaps 'living la vida loca' would be more apt.

It helps that Peter is so obviously pleased when Fiyero is forward or affectionate or clingy. He soaks it up like a dried out piece of moss soaks up rain. They'll both have to try to keep a lid on just how close they are, since these other guys probably don't need to know about that... For one thing, if they know Spiderman but not Peter, it would be really awkward if they later was keeping an eye on Fiyero and happened to see him with Peter...

Now though, while they're still in private, it's alright. Peter gently fusses, and Fiyero smiles, letting him. He takes Peter's hand and nods.

"Just one more thing before we go," he says, reaching his own gloved hand up to cup Peter's cheek, leaning in to kiss him. They're not in a rush, so it's one of those slow, relaxed, quietly enjoyable kisses. The ones he uses to ground Peter when it seems like he's stressed, and, well, there's plenty to worry about at the moment.

There are probably many reasons why they are the way they are, why their relationship has developed so quickly, but the one factor that remains the same is that they just can't seem to help themselves. Fiyero reels him in for another kiss, and Peter can feel all the winding tension he hadn't realized was collecting at the knot between his shoulders relax and ebb away. His fingers tighten around Fiyero's, eyes fluttering closed to accept the kiss - it's slow and sweet, the kind of kiss that calms the extraneous noise and settles something, deep in his chest.

Fiyero's getting scary good at that, actually, but Peter is far too smitten to be worried about it.

When they part, it's with a dazzling smile, still slightly awestruck - even after everything, just a simple kiss is more than enough to delight him. Peter leans his cheek into Fiyero's palm, turning his head just so to let his lips press against the fabric, slowly warming with Fiyero's body heat. "Leaving the apartment is impossible with you around."

The fondness in his voice makes it obvious it's not a complaint. So not a complaint, that Fiyero has come into his life to paint the walls with color. Peter lifts their joined hands to press another kiss to the back of Fiyero's, warming it between his own. "Guess the mask makes it kind of difficult on the fly, huh?"

It helps Fiyero relax too. There's no way to hold onto that tension, they just gently sink into each other for a moment. Like this, it feels like they're shutting the world out even when they're not. On the street earlier, everything was muted, the cars, the people, the noise, it all got quieter for a moment.

Fiyero isn't quite as amazed at the kiss. What amazes him is that bright, happy smile on Peter's face. Fiyero's expression is soft when they part, but it soon widens into a grin to match Peter's. However powerless he might feel like in this world, he has the power to make Peter happy, and that is worth so much.

He snickers a little at the fond accusation, sticking the tip of his tongue between his teeth as he grins.

"Mm, yes, and I don't want to make us slam onto a wall," he jokes with a laugh. "Come on." He presses a quick kiss against Peter's cheek, before he steps back and tugs at Peter's hand to lead them outside. At least Peter's doesn't have to fight to get Fiyero out the door every time. He doesn't want to make leaving actually impossible.

"Definitely not." Peter makes a face, obviously replaying a memory in his mind. Has he been slammed into a wall before? Has he swung into a wall before? The answer is yes to both, which probably isn't that surprising, but it doesn't make it hurt any less when it happens. He's certainly not going to let that happen when he's carrying precious cargo, though.

Peter allows Fiyero to lead them out the door, locking it with a quick twist of his wrist and pulling it closed behind them. The building is quiet this time of night - well, to anyone else's ears. He can hear the low drone of a television behind 3A's door, something cooking behind 3B, and what could either be an argument or sex behind 1A, when they get to the end of the hall. Peter curls their fingers together as they get into the elevator, letting his side bump up against Fiyero's. Soaking up the warmth while he can, because it will surely be cold once he gets out into the elements and takes off his hoodie.

He was right - the roof is freezing, temperature having dropped significantly since the sun fled the sky, and the black of night took over. There's no one up here - which is good, Peter's met the occasional smoker - and he bounces on the balls of his feet to start psyching himself up before he pulls his clothes off to stuff them in Fiyero's backpack.

"Daredevil might be a little intimidating, but he's a softie, really." Peter warns, reaching up to pull his hoodie off. The final barrier between him and the cold night air (because the Spidersuit really doesn't count, not when it's skin tight with no insulation to speak of), and Peter makes a face, stripping the sweatpants off too. Kind of like jumping into a pool - you just have to do it. His hair sticks up at an odd angle from the static, but it will cease to matter as soon as he pulls the mask over his face. "And Hawkeye is nice, you'll like her."

Fiyero gives Peter a look that's about half and half amused and concerned. That sounds like it would be very unpleasant. But Peter is here and joking about it, so clearly he made it through without too much lingering hurt. There are many things that have lingering hurt of a less physical kind, of course, but this doesn't seem to be one of them.

The concern return when they get on the roof and Peter strips. That face is evidence enough that Peter's cold and doesn't care for it very much. Fiyero merely hums in acknowledgement at Peter talking about Daredevil and Hawkeye, which sure are some names. Not worse than Spiderman, he supposes.

"You need to make a suit that has a proper warm lining or something," he points out, stepping closer as Peter gets out his mask. He reaches up to gently brush his hair back, making it lie a little smoother so it will be less crazy when he takes the mask off later. And maybe he just wants to touch him a little, before he finishes suiting up.

“I’ve tried,” Peter sighs, equally wistful and long-suffering, as he bundles up the clothes to stuff them in Fiyero’s backpack. Sure hands work the zipper, practiced and easy. He moves back to wait in front of Fiyero, gloved hands brushing against Fiyero’s forearms. He smiles softly at Fiyero’s gentle concern, the way warm hands brush through his hair, fingers dragging over his scalp. “If it’s too thick, I can’t stick.”

Peter raises a hand and flexes it, wiggling his fingers with a lopsided smile. He’s tested out lots of options and materials, and fallen more times than he can count. Peter pulls out the mask, holding it up - offering it to Fiyero, if he wants to do the honors. He leans into Fiyero’s touch a little, gaze softening even more. How much Fiyero cares, it’s never in vain. Peter appreciates it, and isn’t sure he’ll ever be used to it. No one ever notices if Spiderman is cold. Fiyero cares, and honestly, that’s warming on it’s own. “I’ll be okay. I’ll warm up, as soon as we start swinging.”

Yes I want you, and that’s the way it is

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