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Life Changes (Ch 4)

Aka the ‘shit hits the fan’ chapter

Peter was in a cloud of bliss the next day. He was waiting for nerves to set in, as his audition was at two. He ran through the song and the dance again, wondering if he should text Tony. He wanted to but also didn’t want to appear to clingy. Maybe a good morning text? That couldn’t hurt right? Peter unlocks his phone, pleasantly surprised to already see a text waiting.

Received Tony: Good morning Stella~ How did you sleep?

Peter tilts his head. Stella? Had he meant to send that to someone else? He felt a pant of disappointment.

Sent Tony: Who’s Stella? My name is Peter.

After that was sent, Peter’s phone started to ring and he panicked. He drops his phone and curses, scrambling to answer it.

“H-hello?”

“Good morning.” The smile was obvious in his voice.

“So who is Stella?”

He hears Tony laughing and Peter smiles at the sound but feels as if he’s missing something.

“ Peter, you are Stella. I’m Italian. Stella is Italian for Star. Because you’re a star.”

Peter feels himself blush. He felt stupid now.

“Hello? Peter?”

“S-sorry. I just feel stupid now.”

“Peter, I’m not seeing anyone else. I promise.”

“No I know that. I believe you. I just….I guess I’m just paranoid. It’s dumb. I’m so-”

“Peter. It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. I’ll figure out a nickname for you.”

Now Peter felt terrible.

“You don’t have to do that. It’s okay, really.”

“Peter.” Tony  says gently. “Are you okay? Really?”

“Yeah.” Peter takes a deep breath. “I’m fine. I think it’s just nerves.”

“Take a deep breath Peter. You’ll do great. I believe in you.”

“Thanks Tony. That means a lot coming from you.”

“Okay I gotta go. I’ll call you at lunch?”

“Yeah. That sounds great. I’ll talk to you the. Have a good day Tony.”

“Shine on beautiful.”

Peter couldn’t stop the smile on his face as the call ends. He puts his phone down on the bedside table and gets up. He had some time to kill before his audition and decided to spend it watching Star Trek: The Next Generation.

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Tony hangs up just as the elevator doors open and he nearly runs smack dab into Steve Rogers, his boss.

“Woah there.” Rogers takes a step back. “Head in the clouds Stark?”

“Nah. I was just on the phone is all.”

“How’s your tumor patient doing?”

“Better now. He was awake and sitting up when Strange left last night. I’m about to go check on him.”

“Well keep me posted. Oh and I need to see you at lunch, okay?”

Confused, Tony finds himself nodding.

“Alright, sure.”

“Don’t worry, you aren’t in trouble.” Rogers gives a smile.

“Well that’s a relief. I didn’t do anything wrong this time.”

Rogers laughs, patting his shoulder.

“This time.” He pushes the button on the elevator.

“If you’re headed to peds, tell Bucky I said hi.” Tony calls over his shoulder, taking off down the hall. Everyone knew the big scary man had a soft spot for kids. Tony stops outside of Aaron’s room. There was a group of people in there. He knocks softly on the door frame and Aaron looks up at him.

“Dr. Stark.”

“Good morning Aaron. How are you feeling?”

“My arm is kinda numb but other than that, I feel fine.”

Numb? It could mean nothing but in this profession, you always had to be sure.

“How numb on a scale of one to ten?” Tony asked, coming forward and setting the clipboard down.A tall, skinny boy with shoulder length curly hair scrambles off the bed and sits in a nearby chair, pulling his legs up. His eyes never left Tony. “Which arm?”

“Right. And maybe a four?”

“Can you feel this?” Tony taps his pen into the middle of Aaron’s right hand and the boy’s fingers twitch.

“It kinda feels like……” Aaron reaches out and ghosts the fingers of his left hand over Tony’s hand, just barely. He looks up, his dark eyes wide and scared. “Is that bad Dr. Stark?”

Tony bites the inside of his lip thoughtfully.

“Honestly I’m not sure yet but we will keep an eye on it. If it gets worse or better, let me know, okay?”

“Okay…”

“Is he going to be okay?” A soft voice asked. Tony turns. It was the lanky kid. He looked terrified and Tony felt bad for him. Before he could answer, Aaron spoke.

“Spencer I’ll be fine.” He smiles. “Right Dr. Stark?”

“You should be fine.” Tony nods. “But we just wanna make sure. You can’t leave for a week anyway. You need time to heal from the operation.”

“See? I’ll be fine. I’m too stubborn to die anyway, you know that.”

The other kid- Spencer - nods a little.

“Can I lay with him again?”

“Yeah. Go ahead kid.” Tony smiles and nods. He turns back to Aaron. “Where are your parents?”

“Missionary trip overseas.”

“So who are you hear with?”

“My girlfriend Haley-” He nods to a blonde girl who just entered. The girl, Haley, waves a little. “-and our boyfriend Spencer.”

“Okay, are you staying with an adult or something while your parents are gone?”

“David Rossi. He works at the police station.”

“I’ll give him a call and update him and be back here to check on you a bit.”

Tony turns and leaves the room, stopping to look in the window. Haley was sitting next to Aarons bed, holding his hand and Spencer was curled up at his side. It was sweet in kinda sad way. Tony moves to make his rounds, making his way down to the ER. A guy had split his head open trying to put up Christmas lights.

“It doesn’t look too deep.” Tony says, tilting the guys head towards the light. “I’m going to stitch it up and give you something for the pain. We’re going to do an MRI just to make sure you don’t have a concussion.”

The guy nods and sits still as Tony works. The work up was pretty quick and the MRI showed he didn’t have a concussion. Tony sent him on his way in an hour. He then makes his way up to Steve’s office. He knocks twice and then Steve opens the door. He smiles and waves him in.

“Make yourself comfortable.”

Tony settles on the couch, one leg drawn up and his arm draped across the back.

“So you finally have time for the little people?” Tony teases. He knew being chief of surgery was a full time job and Steve was under a lot of pressure.

“Tony you’re my best friend, I always try to make time for you.” Steve smiles, but was obviously nervous. He was never good at hiding that.

“So what’s up?”

“I uh, purposed to Bucky last night.”

Tony sits up, a grin on his face.

“Well it’s about damn time!”

Steve gives a sheepish smile and looks down at his hands.

“Yeah I know.” He looks back up and licks his lips. “I would like for you to be my best man.”

Tony gaped at him. “You mean it?”

“Of course I mean it. And you can bring a plus one. Maybe the dancer Stephen mentioned?”

Tony’s eyes brighten at the mention of Peter.

“You’re gonna love him.” He grins. “I’d be honored to be your best man. When is the wedding?”

“Um...We were thinking Christmas Eve.”

“That sounds beautiful.” Tony smiles again. “It’s been a long time coming.”

“Yeah. I agree. So does he.” Steve laughs a little.

Tony thought it was nice to see Steve smile again. It hadn’t happened in a long time due to the stress of his promotion, but he did deserve it. Suddenly Tony sits up.

“I gotta call Peter!”

“Okay you do that, I asked you what I meant to ask.”

“Congrats again. I’ll talk to you later?”

“I’ll be here.” Steve waves him off.

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Peter paces the hallway, waiting for Tony’s call. His audition was in twenty minutes and nerves were eating him alive. Just as he was at wit’s end, his phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hey what are you doing Christmas Eve?”

Peter raises his eyebrow.

“Uh...nothing. Why?”

“Wanna be my plus one at one of my best friend’s wedding?”

“That sounds like fun. I’ve never been to a Christmas wedding before.”

“Awesome! So, how’s your day going?”

“Well I audition in twenty minutes and my nerves are crazy. Which is normal but I really want this part. I’ve dreamed of getting this part for as long as I can remember.”

“You’ll crush it. I have no doubt in my mind.”

“I hope so too. So how is your day going?”

“Pretty good I think. My patient, the one that made me late last night, he seems to be doing a lot better and I fixed a guy’s head. He fell putting up Christmas lights.”

Peter laughs.

“Well is he okay at least?”

“Yeah. Just needed stitches. He had a hard head. Like someone else I know. How’s your head by the way?”

“I’m fine. It didn’t hurt much when I hit it and it’s fine now.”

Peter was touched that Tony cared.

“Well I’m glad. I’d hate to see such a lovely head damaged.”

“My aunt says it’s to thick for my own good.”

“Ah well that just means your brain is protected.” The smile was basically audible in Tony’s voice.

Peter turned when he heard his name called.

“Peter? The person who was supposed to go on before you didn’t show, so it’s your turn.” The director explains.

Peter thanks him and turns back to the call.

“I gotta go. My audition got moved up.”

“Shine on beautiful. Knock em dead.”

“I’ll call you soon as I’m done.” He promised and hangs up. He squared his shoulders and makes his way to the stage, taking his place. He closed his eyes and takes a deep breath. The music starts and Peter is suddenly fine. All his nerves disappear.

The dance involve a lot of footwork and Peter felt that he had it down. That was until his feet got caught and he crumpled, crying out in pain. His head cracked against the stage as pain shoots up his leg. Then all went dark.

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Pepper rolls her shoulders as an ambulance pulled up.

“What do we got?” She asked an EMT.

“Shattered leg and likely a fracture on the skull. Felt like his entire leg is broken. It’s pretty bad.”

Pepper immediately leapt into action, helping get the gurney down. Her stomach dropped when she sees the face of the person on the stretcher. She turns to an intern standing with her.

“Page Stark. Now.”

“Stark? But shouldn’t we page ortho-”

“Page Stark! Now! Put ‘Iron’. He’ll know what it means.”

That was their code word for ‘drop everything and get your ass here to help me’. Pepper hurries along side the paramedics.

“Peter? Peter! Stay with me!”

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Request: “Welcome back! Can I request radio host! Peter fawning over his smart pretty boyfriend Peter. (Inspired by Welcome to Night Vale of course)”

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101.5

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“You’re listening to 101.5 the greatest radio station in Queens!” Peter exclaimed into the mic.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves pete.” mj said with a chuckle as next ned sighed shaking his head.

“Okay maybe not the greatest but we’re still

pretty good!” He defended himself.

“Yeah!” Ned agreed pattinng Peter shoulder. There was silence is MJ thought herself ‘why am I friends with these idiots?’

“Whatever.."  she said rolling her eyes.

"On to today’s news!” Ned said pulling his chair closer to the desk. as Ned drowned on and on about the news Peter perked up at the mention of his boyfriend, Tony Stark.

 "This morning Tony Stark donated $2,000,000 to an LGBT+ community here in Queens.“ Ned said smiling while giving Peter a quick glance. Peter smiled fondly at the thought of Tony.

"Opinions MJ?” Ned turned to her. “I think it’s great but I wanna know how Peter feels about it?” MJ smirked. Peters head snapped up and he shot MJ deadly glare. She gave him a toothy grin and leaned forward awaiting his response.

Peter cleared his throat, “Well, I think what Tony did was amazing and thoughtful.” Peters face began to heat up as he began to talk about the love of his life.

He looked around only to see Ned moving his hand frantically as if wanting to hear more. Peter rolled his eyes and continued, “Tony’s always thinking about others and constantly trying to help anyone who needs it he deserves all the positivity everyone is giving him and his decisions.” He said with a smile.

“Awe! How cute!” Ned gushed while MJ made a puking noise. “Thank you Ned.” Peter glared at MJ jokingly. “We should start getting in callers for their opinions.” Peter pushed away from his mic with his rolling chair to open up the phone line. Ned leaned over to take a look at the amount of people calling and decided to pick for Peter. “How about 46?” He offered. Peter lightly smiled and nodded hitting the glowing red button.

“Hello! Do you have an opinion about the money Tony Stark is donating?” Peter asked.

“Well no.” MJ bursts out laughing at Peter’s shocked face. “Hi, Tony.” Peter said slightly annoyed. “Awe baby don’t sound so mad. I just wanted to call and check on your very cute self.” Tony chuckled. “I think your little message about me was very sweet darling. Thank you.” He said dragging out the 'you’ .

“You’re welcome.” Peter mumbled blushing intensely. “Awe! He’s blushing.” Ned pointed only making MJ laugh harder. “You’re so cute Pete. I have a meeting now but remember movie night!” Peter covered his face forcing out a “Yes.” Tony laughed quietly.

“I love you.” Peter mumbled. “What was that?” Peter could practically hear Tony’s smirk. “I said, I love you!” He said a little louder. He smiled rolling his eyes. “I love you too. Bye.” Tony ended the call.

“He is still blushing!” MJ said into the mic making sure everyone listening knew. “Peter you are so whipped.” Ned chuckled. “Shut up!” He said hiding a smile.

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518 words. I thought this was longer :(

I really hope you enjoy im so sorry for taking sooo long !!