Peter's POV
I carefully painted the top corner of the last wall before letting myself fall from the ceiling.

"Done!" I shouted.

"Good!" Tony said standing up. "Time for lunch then. Rhodes should be here."

"Rhodes?" I asked, before it registered. "Wait. JAMES RHODES?! Like the War Machine?"

I started bouncing on my heels.

"Wow kid. Calm down. What was in that fruit punch that turned your mood around so much?" Tony chuckled, before leaving for the kitchen.

I quickly followed after him.

"Alright. I thought I asked you to get me Red Bull Tones." I heard James voice shout from the kitchen.

"I did! Bottom shelf, honey." Tony claimed, walking behind the counter and grabbing a mug. He squinted. "Hey kid wanna finish this for me?"

I nodded. Taking the mug I tried to take a sip of what I was guessing was cold coffee.

"Hey this is empty!" I accused, already bouncing on my heels I quickly slid the cup across the counter. "YEET!"

"Exactly why you don't need coffee." Tony added, catching the cup. I giggled.

"Tony there is no... oh. This is the kid you were talking about?" Mr. Rhodes asked.

"Yep!" Tony replied, popping the 'p'.

"You were actually seriously?!"

"Rhodes. I'm deaaa— I'm very serious!"

"Hi serious, I'm Natasha." Nat said walking into the kitchen. "Keep bouncing kid, maybe you'll manage to make it to the floor below us."

Despite her sarcasm there was fondness in her voice.

"Well where is all the Red Bull?" Rhodes asked again.

"Red Bull? Please don't tell that's a alcoholic." Steve groaned walking into the kitchen.

"It's a energy drink! Steve, I'm actually responsible."

"I'm responsible too!" Tony argued.

"Mmmh. Keep telling yourself that Tony." Natasha put in. "Looks like someone drank them. Hopefully not Clint." She point to three tall, open cans on the counter.

"Wait. That was an energy drink?!" Steve asked, his face panicked.

"Yeah. Did you drink them?" Mr. Rhodes asked.

"No....." Steve said quietly. "I thought that was fruit punch."

"So you did drink it?" Mr. Rhodes raised his eyebrows. Tony slammed his hand on the counter.

"Gosh dang it Steve!" He yelled. "No wonder the kid is bouncing on his heels. How many did you empty into that cup?"

"Two and a half..."

"Don't worry Mr. Stark! I feel fine!" I reassured him.

"Yeah, while you're still on a caffeine high. When you crash it's not going to be fun though. Trust me, I did it all the time in college." He explained.

"Kid's gonna be sick? Already? Dang. Well now me and Loki owe Pietro $20 each." Clint said popping out of a vent.

"Ooo! I want to go in the vents!" I exclaimed.

"First off, no. Second, do I even want to know why?" Nat asked.

"We placed bets on how long it would Tony to get the kid sick. I thought he wouldn't get sick until we at least let Tony cook for him alone."

"I'm honestly feeling so betrayed right now. First Natasha thinks I'm irresponsible and then you think I'm going to give the kid food poisoning."

I chuckled.

Then a idea came to me.

"I wanna see if I can race Pietro while I have the energy!" I said before going in the living room.

"Hey Pietro! Wanna race?" I asked, bouncing in place.

"Heck yeah! You're gonna eat my dust!" He said quickly. "But uh... where? Outside? The gym?"

"The tower has a gym?!"

"Of course!"

"Gym then!"

He raced over to the elevator and I followed.

"Kid I'm not sure that's a good idea!" Tony yelled after me.

"Heck, I wanna see this." Mr. Rhodes said running over to join us in the elevator.

"I'll go through the vents!" Clint yelled from the kitchen.

"Idiots." Wanda muttered, looking up from her book before seeming decided to come with. "Not you Peter, you're an angel and we're happy to have you here."

She ruffled my hair.

(Okay for some reason I'm getting sick just thinking about this caffeine crash and the running like uggghh. Oops. Sorry if you're having the same effect! 😅)

I smiled and we pressed the button as soon as Natasha, Steve, and Tony made it in the elevator.

"Okay! Five laps?" Pietro said when the doors opened again.

The gym was huge. Like massive.

"Huh? Yeah. Five laps is good."

I followed him over to the starting line which was painted on to the floor.

"Okay, guys." Wanda stepped in front of us. "Ready... set..."

"Wait!" Pietro shouted. "Do I have a speed limit?"

"Yeah don't go over 20 miles an hour." Tony said quickly.

"Got it."

"Okay, now that that's settled..." Wanda continued, "Ready... set... go!"

Tony's POV
"Go!" Wanda shouted.

Both of them took off, Pietro having a good five feet between them already.

And Peter had both his arms behind him in a 'V' and was leaning slightly forward.

"What is he doing?" Steve asked.

"Beats me." I replied, watching as Pietro completed the first lap with Peter ten feet behind.

During the second lap Pietro slowed down enough so he was more at Peter's speed and then Peter got a head of him.

Pietro sped up after Peter made it in first at the second lap.

Pietro was already passing the third lap when Peter stopped, only at the half way point.

"I think... I think I'm done." He wheezed, lowering himself to the floor. "Yeah this doesn't feel good."

"Told ya." I said going to help him up. "Let's get you back upstairs."

A/N
New Chapter!!!!!!!!!!

I'm going to try and update on Saturday's, Sunday's and Monday's (this doesn't go for the rest of this week as I am very busy this week) from now on.

I really hope you liked this chapter and thanks for being patient!

I think you all would be excited to know one of the many things taking up my time is that I'm writing a book! To be published! In real life!

Like ya know. One you hold in both hands and doesn't glow.

With like, paper and ink and stuff.

Yeah.

Cool right?!

I hope to get the second draft done soon!

Anyway that's all from me for now.

Have a nice day!

Byeeeeeeeeee!