Life Changes (Ch 2)

Life Changes (ch 3)

Peter wakes up around eleven to a text from Tony.

Received Tony: Make sure to hydrate today when you practice. I’d hate to see you in the ER due to collapsing.

Peter smiles softly before getting up and snapping a picture of his water bottle and sending.

Sent Tony: We still on for tonight?

He gets up and gets dressed, finding a pair of soft pants and a button down. He decided to go to the studio to work on some the dances he was given as the dancing part of the audition. The dance was fairly simple but that means he had to be perfect and no less. Of course, with his standards, anything less than perfect wasn’t good enough.

Peter was making a sandwich when his phone pinged. He sets the knife down and unlocked it.

Received Tony: Of course. I’m looking forward to it. Did you sleep well?

Sent Tony: I did. Did you?

Peter puts the phone in his pocket and slides his shoes on, grabbing his sandwich and his keys. He takes a bite and walks out, locking the door before going to to his car. His phone buzzed as he was unlocking his car.

Received Tony: I’m a doctor. There’s no such thing as a good night sleep anymore.

Sent Tony: Oh. I’m sorry :(

Peter slides into the car and sets his phone into the passenger seat, finishing his sandwich and taking off to the studio. This was the studio where he learned to dance and it was his safe haven. He greets the lady at the desk, Sherri.

“How are you doing today Peter?”

“I’m doing great. How’s the kids?” Peter smiles.

“Growing like weeds. So, Something Rotten, huh? Which character?”

“William Shakespeare.” Peter laughs a little.

Sherri raises an eyebrow. “Wanting a reason to take your shirt off on stage?” She teases.

“Are you complaining?”

“Not at all. I just need to know when I can clear my calendar to come watch.” She wiggles her eyebrows. Peter chuckles.

“Behave Sherri.” He scolds.

“Or what? You’ll spank me?”

Peter rolls his eyes with a smile. Sherri was a flirt but was harmless. She drops off a muffin on her desk before making his way into the studio. He sits his bag down and kneels next to the stereo and connected his phone. He sits with his legs out and stretches, before picking himself up and beginning to dance around the room. He lets himself get caught up in the music and the moments just come naturally.

-----.-----

Tony smiles as he finishes his rounds, making his way to the break room for coffee. He nearly runs into Stephen Strange on his way though. Stephen was the head of neurosurgery.

“Woah!” Stephen stumbles back a little. “Earth to Stark.”

Tony shakes his head. “Sorry sorry.”

“What’s got you so distracted?” Stephen moves aside so Tony could get to the coffee pot.

“I’m tired mostly.”

“But you’re in a good mood. You’re an asshole when you’re tired. Did you have sex?” Stephen asked with an amused smile.

“No.” Tony takes a deep drink from his mug. He hums at the strength. It tasted amazing.

“I don’t believe you.”

Tony sits the mug down on the counter.

“I did not have sex. But I met a guy.”

Stephen makes an ‘ah’ sound. “That makes sense. Tell me about him?”

“His name is Peter Parker-”

“Peter Parker? Like the one on Broadway?”

Tony shot him an annoyed look. He hated being interrupted. Stephen didn’t even bother to look sorry.

“Yes, the one from Broadway. He’s pretty and seems very sweet. We’re meeting for dinner when I get off.”

“You better be careful Tony.”

Tony raises an eyebrow.

“And what does that mean?”

“You are both well known public figures. If this ends bad it could ruin your career. Plus, even with as annoying as you are, I don’t want to see you hurt.”

“I honestly don’t see this going bad. At least I really hope it doesn’t. He seems like a really good person. He sang me to sleep last night.” Tony mentions, raising an eyebrow at Stephen’s last remark. “Oh Stephen! You do care!” He says with a laugh.

Stephen rolls his eyes. “You’re needed in the ER. Boss’ orders.”

Tony sighs and puts his mug in the sink. “I have an operation at three.”

“He knows. But there’s a guy who said he has had a headache for a week and a half. Rogers says to check it out.”

“Alright. Fine.” He turns and leaves the room, making his way down to the ER.

 “Good morning, I’m Dr. Tony Stark. I see you’ve been having headaches for a week and a half?” Tony asked, going over the chart. He looks up at the man. He looked young, maybe a sophomore in high school.

“No sir, not headaches. Just one non stop headache.” He winces and closes his eyes against the bright lights of the hospital.

Well that was not good.

“Okay…” Tony glances at the chart. “Aaron, we’re gonna get you up to MRI and see if we can find the cause of these pains okay?”

Aaron just nods.

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Peter lays flat on his back in the middle of the studio, with his eyes closed and just let the music wash over him. He kept his mind blank, unsure what to even expect that evening. He honestly did try to keep his mind on his audition, and he was able to for a while but his mind kept slipping back to Tony’s invite. Was it a date? Was it just casual? What do you wear to a dinner with a famous brain surgeon? He sits up and rubs his face. He needed help. He called Ned.

“Hello hello. How may I be of service Dancing Queen?”

Peter rolls his eyes at the nickname.

“I need help. I can’t figure out what to wear tonight.”

“Is it a date?”

“Well I’m getting dinner with Tony-”

“You’re getting dinner with Tony Stark?!?”

Peter had to hold the phone away from his ear at Ned’s loud tone.

“Yes and I need your help.”

“I’m on my way.”

Peter hangs up and laughs to himself. He picks himself up and turns the stereo off before telling Sherri goodbye and heading home.

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“Hey Strange. Come here.” Tony calls, sticking his head out of the lab door. Stephen looks over with a tilted head.

“What?” He asked, coming in and sitting his coffee down.

“Look at this.”

Tony puts up Aaron’s scans on the display.

“My god.” Stephen leans forward. “That thing is the size of my fist!”

“Yeah. We have to operate. Toady. That thing is going to kill him if we don’t.”

“What about your date?”

Tony bites his lip. Was it a date? He would love for it to be a date, but he wasn’t sure Peter would be up for it. Stephen snaps his fingers.

“Earth to Stark. Hello!”

Tony shakes his head.

“Sorry sorry. No I’m sure he’ll understand. He’s a good person.”

“Alright. If you say so. I’ll get an intern started on pre ops.”

“Yeah and I’ll go tell him what’s happening-” Tony stopped when his pager went off. He checks it and swears loudly. “Damnit! He’s coding. We are operating now!” He bolts out the door.

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Peter stands outside the hospital for a moment, smoothing his shirt and taking a deep breath. He and Ned ended up settling on a red button down and black slacks.He shifts from one foot to the other. It was about half an hour before he wonders if he should have gone inside. He sighs and squared his shoulders before going in. He looks around for a moment before the nurse at the desk calls him over.

“Sir? May I help you?”

Peter clears his throat, suddenly nervous.

“Um...Yes. Can you tell me where Dr. Stark is?”

“He’s in surgery.”

Relief floods over Peter like a tidal wave. Tony was in surgery. He hadn’t been stood up.

“Okay thank you.”

He looks around and finds a seat, sitting down to wait. He pulls out his phone and starts to run through lines. To any other person, he probably looked insane, but Peter didn’t really care. He managed to get through a good chunk of the first act of Sweeney Todd before the nurse clears her throat.

“Sir, here he comes.”

Peter jumps up as Tony comes through the double doors. He looks tired but happy. He brightens instantly when he sees Peter.

“Peter! I’m so sorry about being late. I had a surgery and I’m going to change now-”

Peter smiles.

“Don’t apologize. I don’t mind waiting. Go, a few more minutes won’t kill me.”

Tony gives him a grateful smile.

“I’ll make this up to you.”

‘Don’t worry about it. Go.” Peter shoos him.

  Tony quickly changes into the suit he had brought from home during his lunch break. He forwent the tie, settling on the button up and jacket, in which he only buttoned the middle. He runs a brush through his hair but it wasn’t wanting to corruprate.

“Well don’t you look dashing?” Stephen says behind him.

Tony turns, smirking a little. “I always look dashing, what are you talking about?”

Stephen rolls his eyes. “Ever heard of a hairbrush?”

“Hey maybe Peter likes the messy look.”

“Well maybe. He is going out with you.” Stephen teases and laughs. “Have fun tonight and try not corrupt him too much.”

“Who me?” Tony asked innocently. “I’m a good egg.”

“We will see. Now go on. He’s waiting for you.”

“Alright. See you tomorrow and let me know if something happens with Aaron?”

“I will. Now go.”

Tony smirks and winks before pushing out of the locker room. The look on Peter’s face was priceless. His honey eyes widen and his mouth drops open. Tony laughs a little.

“See something you like?”

“I see a lot of what I like.”Peter blurts then blushes deeply.

 Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. What the hell did he have to open his big mouth? Peter wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

“So do I.” Tony smiles offers his hand. “Shall we?”

“Oh. I..I drove.”

“That’s okay. I’ll bring you back here after dinner.”

Peter feels his ears go pink and he takes Tony’s outstretched hand. Tony takes him out to a deep red convertible. It probably cost more than Peter’s car and wardrobe together. He was pulled from his thoughts by Tony opening the door.

“It doesn’t bite. I promise.”

Peter laughs despite himself and gets in. “Sorry. It’s just...really nice.”

“Don’t let that intimidate or or make you feel like you have to try and impress me. Just be yourself.” Tony looks over with an unreadable expression. “For tonight I’m just a guy and so are you. No internationally known brain surgeon or famous Broadway performer. Tonight we can just be Tony and Peter.”

Peter felt himself relax and let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Yes. That sounds amazing. I’d love that.”

Dinner was amazing. They went to an Italian place where Tony knew the chef. The conversation wasn’t forced, it felt natural and Peter loved it. But all to soon it came to an end.

“Can we take the long way back?” Peter asked before he could stop himself. “I just...don’t want tonight to be over yet.”

Tony looks over and smiled. The lights of the city made the older man’s eyes shine and made his skin glow. He looked almost angelic. Peter felt entranced.

“Sure thing. I happen to enjoy being in your company.”

They drove around for about a half an hour before they ended up back at the hospital. Peter felt like he was floating. He looks up as his door was opened and Tony offered his hand again. Peter takes it and stands. Their chests were almost touching now. Peter closes his eyes and closes the gap, on a whim. Then he jerked back, hitting his head on the edge of the windshield. Tony tried-and failed- to hide the smile on his face.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to and-”

“You didn’t mean to kiss me?” Tony was still smiling.

“Well, no. Unless...You liked it?”

Tony just chuckles and kisses him, likely to stop his babbling.

“Call me tomorrow after your audition and we can go celebrate.”

“You don’t even know if I’ll get the part.”

“But I do have a feeling.”

“Alright, I’ll have to trust you then. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Good night Peter.”

“Good night Tony.”

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Me Too

#MeToo. Why?

Because just because someone goes on a date or flirts with you, they do not owe you sex.

Because she was wearing a skirt does not mean she wants to be harassed.

Because it does happen to guys and girls, men and women and everyone in between

Because clothing doesn't make it anymore or less likely to happen.

I was wearing my marching uniform with shorts and a T-shirt underneath. If you tell me or any other survivor that we were "asking for it" or that "you should have stopped it" or "you secretly enjoyed it" I will personally break your nose. No questions asked

120 ways you know you're a color gaurd

120 ways to tell your in guard • You spin anything you can get your hands on. • You spin pens. • You spin brooms/mops/etc. • You spin broken parts of chairs. • You go to attention when someone claps at you in the hallways. • Five hours of practice is a blessing. • There are all sorts of marks on the ceiling of your room from your equipment. • Your light fixture in your room is permanently broken. • You've replaced more light bulbs in your room than you can count. • Every song you hear, you write guard work to. • All your favorite songs have this one part that would be "perfect for a rifle feature." • Your hands are permanently black and blue. • You have had more injuries than you'd like to rememberer that you can remember. • You dance down the hallways at school. • You dance around your house. • All the work your instructor writes, you've done before...they start recycling your work from other shows. • You can't watch someone else spin next to you without spinning yourself. • You protect your weapons like they are your children. • You name your equipment. • You name your drill spots. • As soon as you step onto a football field, you put your head up and smile at the bleachers, whether or not anyone is there. • You can't name all the shows you've done. • You can't remember the work from the last show you did. • The phrase, "free time" has lost all meaning to you. • The band room is your second home. • You leave a pillow and blanket in the guard room, just in case. • You have a closet full of old guard uniforms, whether you wore them or not. • You have a drawer full of guard tee-shirts. • Flannel pants are you favorite piece of clothing. • All your guard gloves have holes in the palms. • You don't go one day without spinning. • Doing only 200 drop spins at practice is a blessing. • You've run more laps than the track team. • You've done more push-ups than the football team. • You practice more than the cheerleaders (and still get no credit for it) • You're proud to be called a band fag. • You've slept in the band room. • You've gotten undressed in the band room. • Your principal has seen you without pants on. • The entire band has seen you without pants on. • You'd be at practice, even if you have pneumonia. And you'd be smiling. • When people on TV march, you cringe if they're out of step. • You've been called a lesbian more than times than you can count. • You have 7 different kinds of ace bandages, and you have 8 sizes of each kind. • You know where everything is in the first aid kit. • You have your own set of keys to the band room. • You know that "one more time" never means one more time. • After practice, you hang out in the band room to chat with your fellow guard members. • You've spent more than 80 hours with the same people in one sitting. • You've seen 3 in the morning. • When you get home at 1 a.m., you are ecstatic. • The waiters at the local diner know you by name. • You've never been in the diner with less than 8 people. • Your personal motto is "Guard is Life." • After high school, you march in college, drum corps, winter guard...etc. • You know how to get any kind of stain out of your uniform. • Skin tight spandex doesn't faze you anymore. • You go out in public wearing practice clothes, and wonder why people look at you funny. • On your lunch break, when you go to get food, you don't bother to put on your shoes. And again, you wonder why people look at you funny. • You've performed at 8 pep rallies, although you've never been a part of one. • At the pep rallies, you and your friends are the only ones to cheer for the fencing team. • You sing songs you've performed to every day of your life. • Ballroom dancing amazes you. • Anyone who can throw a piece of wood with a strap 100 feet in the air and catch it becomes your idol. • When 98% of the guys you know are gay. • You've dated/had a crush on a drummer. • You've dated/had a crush on a trumpet player. • You have so many inside jokes with members of your guard, that you laugh at almost anything that anyone says, because you have a joke about it. (And yet again, you wonder why people look at you funny.) • You and your friends repeat the same phrases over and over. • When one member gets sick, you all get sick. • You all get your period at the same time. • You remember jokes from years before you actually joined guard. • You refuse to graduate. • You could make one of these lists with little to no effort. • You have a permanent sock tan. • Your hair is 8 different colors. • Your nails don't come past the ends of your fingers. • Your toenails have been painted for as long as you can remember. (Because you're barefoot so much.) • A half-hour lunch break is considered long. • You start finishing sentences for fellow guard members. • You're not a hooker, but your knees are so bruised, they look like you could be. • You and the band members get into fights over who's colder on retreat...and YOU win. • When you go out to diners in your uniform after a show, you wonder why the waiter looks at you funny. • When you go out to diners with 30 pounds of glitter in your hair, you wonder why there's glitter in your food. • You own at least 1 Broadway soundtrack, and could probably write a show to one or more songs on that soundtrack. • When you learn to yell back at the football team. • When you hear so much about people from drum corps, other color guards, etc., you feel like you know them, but have never actually held a conversation with them. • You date a member of another marching band. • or go to competitions for the sole purpose of finding a date from another marching band. • You get disappointed that all the guys you want to date from other marching bands are gay/have a girlfriend from yet another marching band. • When you scream at the gym teachers "Color guard is a sport!!!", and they agree with you, thereby letting you sit out from running the mile. • Your parents lock up all the brooms/pool cues/umbrellas/etc. • You can do your hair and make-up anywhere. • You can change into your uniform anywhere. • You find yourself designing flags/uniforms/drill in your classes. • You laugh like everyone else on your guard. • You use two hands to tell your left from your right. • You know how many people can be crammed into a mini van. • You spend more time in the band hall than in your house • Your guard has developed its own language. • You went to every school football game but never paid for one. • You can arm wrestle anyone and win. • When you get teary-eyed when you have to put your rifle down so you can eat dinner. • When you spend all your free time looking for guard-related web sites. • When people ask about bruises you didn't even notice you had • When you look for guards in commercials and movies (in Never Been Kissed, they show a guard. When her car is in the football field!) • When you insist that your crutches will not affect your marching ability, and what do you mean I can't spin with broken arms?! • When you catch yourself switching feet to get back on-step with the background music in the mall • When you can never be 3 fashionably late, cauze you show up for everything at least 15 minutes early • When vending machine food becomes gourmet. • When you choose a college based on the guard programs nearby • When you use guard tape to fix everything • When five more minutes, Dad, turns into a midnight practice • When you have seen the same WGI or DCI tape a thousand times and still enjoy it • When you love the black stain from new gloves • You take over guys bathroom when the girls bathroom is full • When you love the black stain from new gloves • You ride around in a school bus more than in your car • You say the pledge of allegiance to YOUR flag • While your non-guard friend sleep with teddy bears and other various stuffed animals, you sleep with your flag, rifle, and/or saber (and see nothing unhealthy about it, thank you)

Agreed

Do is are gay?

yes