An-T'challa and Pepper

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"Okay, so you pull the string when I say so and it'll let out the glitter," Shuri whispered. Peter nodded, his top few buttons undone and shoes off so he could stick tot he ceiling above the dining room. They both held their breath as Pepper, Tony and Romanda walked through the doors, T'challa lagging behind.

"Now!" Shuri screamed after dropping the slime on T'challa. Peter pulled the string and the glitter came cascading down on T'challa and his nice dress robes, making Shuri and Peter giggle madly.

"Really?" T'challa said after spitting a wad of glittery slime onto the floor.

"I can't believe you've done this!" Peter and Shuri shouted together instinctively. And that's when Peter's feet lost their grip on the ceiling, his smile dropping his head hammering as he felt his body hitting the floor and the others screaming.

"Mister T'challa, your majesty, black panther, sir."

"Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool. I can't believe this is happening. Why? I just met the king of the most advanced nation of Earth and he's telling me to call him by his name."

"I'm going to faint now."

"So do you like cats?"

"Woah! No, no stay still I want to see how hard I have to hit your suit without it hitting me back."

"No! Get away with the peppermint! *Vague hissing noises*"

"No, do not do that. Ew, why are you making that face? No! I am not going to draw you in your black panther suit."

"What're those?!"

"No, you're, you're wearing sandals. Don't you get it?"

"SHURI I HATE YOUR BROTHER!"

"It's only glitter."

When Peter came to he was lying on the floor with Tony and Pepper above him. His neck and back hurt like  bitch and he winced when he tried to sit up. He gave up again and stayed on the floor. T'challa leaned over him and grinned sheepishly.

"Should I be apologising?" T'challa said in amusement. Peter narrowed his eyes, poking him in the chest.

"If you ever, and I mean ever either wear sandals in my presence again or put Peppermint in my drink I will do more then put glitter on you." Peter threatened. T'challa raised his hand in defeat and went to hug Peter who made a noise of disgust.

"As much as I love you and care for you, nothing would compel me to hug you with that mess on you." Peter said, feigning disinterest but no one missed the way his voice wobbled.

"Noted. I'll hug you after this has been cleaned off. I am thankful you remember me." T'challa said gently. Peter nodded his head, holding a hand to his forehead and making to stand up only for Pepper to push him back onto the floor.

"Hold it right there mister, you fell from the ceiling." Pepper said sternly. Peter didn't really have a choice as his mind started whirling, vaguely feeling Pepper tapping his cheek.

"Oh, hello Miss Potts, I'm here to see Mr Stark."

"Oh, hello again Miss Potts. Mr Stark sent me down here to get spare sheet metal."

"Oh, hello Miss Potts. Tony just went to go get coffee, I can give him the paperwork if you want when he gets back so you don't have to wait?"

"Hi Miss Potts, um, I kinda may have to ask for your advice... I want to get Tony something for fathers day... Do you think he would like something form me? Okay, thank Miss Potts."

"Thanks for your help setting this up Pepper, it really means a lot that Tony doesn't freak out."

"Uh, awkward question, completely hypothetical, what would happen if I thought of you as a mum?"

"Oh? You think of me as a son? Fabulous. Wonderful. Fantastic. I'm gonna pass out."

"Was that a dream? No? Great. Can we hug now?"

"You know what's weird, is I have a mum and a dad again. And now I'm crying again."

"Uh, um. Happy Mother's Day mum."

"No. I'm not crying. No. I do not need a hug. Wait no! I take that back!"

"Hey, mum! Look what I can do!"

"Never mind I unstuck."

Peter suddenly sat up from his place on the floor, holding a hand to his forehead, he swore he could feel his brain literally throbbing through his skull. He could barely breathe, taking in massive gulps of air.

"Okay. There you go. You're okay." Came Tony's voice through Peter's fuzzy hearing. Peter coughed for several minutes, Tony rubbing his back soothingly. When Peter's eyes found Pepper's he promptly launched himself into her arms, sobbing into her stomach. Pepper's eyes were wide for a moment before she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"Oh." She breathed. Peter just sobbed harder into her stomach.

"Okay, let's get you two off of the floor," Tony said gently, helping Pepper and Peter tot heir feet and steadying them easily. Peter pulled back from Pepper, clearly speechless.

"I'm guessing you remembered me?" She asked, tears of her own gathering in her eyes as Peter nodded frantically.

"I love you s-so much." He said, hugging her again. Pepper nodded, rubbing his back soothingly.

"I love you too honey." Pepper breathed. After several minutes Peter pulled back and groaned, holding a hand to his forehead.

"I feel like someone's bashed my head in." He said, wincing and covering his eyes from the light.

"Well, I don't think you've ever remebered three people in one day." Pepper reasoned weakly, peter nodded tiredly, dropping his head onto her shoulder.

"Sorry to cut this short but I think we should be getting Peter back home. He'll pass out any minute." Tony said, gestured to peter who was now glued to Pepper's side, talking with her quietly, still crying.

"No problem. Just make sure he comes back."