【Iron Bug】Forget–me–not

Both Tony and Peter were very aware of where things were going but kept quiet about it.

It all started with that hug Tony gave Peter three afternoons ago.

That day Peter slowly got out of Tony's arms after the aftertaste came over, and without saying a word, he took his backpack and toolbox and went out to collect fish and tubers-the rate of food spoilage on this planet is always amazingly fast, and they have to eat it every day. Collection of fresh ingredients.

At night, Peter still cooks the fish soup, while Tony studies something at the workbench.

But before going to bed, Tony said to Peter casually: "The temperature in the cave seems to have dropped in the past two days."

The innocent boy naturally didn't understand what this sentence meant.However, the rainy season is indeed approaching. Although the fire in the cave stove is used as a heating device day and night, the temperature actually dropped once.

Peter chewed on the fish soup: "It's like, Mingki, I'll go to the spaceship to check if there is any quilt paper."

Tony was almost teased to send the soup into the trachea, and coughed a few times before he managed to swallow the fish soup.He stood up and pulled back the blackout curtains that had been installed in the cave for the past few days - Mr. Stark thought it would help him sleep.

Behind the curtain are two steel frame beds.That's right, while Peter was out foraging, Tony had put the two steel-frame beds together in an unreasonable and thankless way.

Well, now they have a double bed.

So when Peter was hugged tightly by someone that night, he still couldn't understand how the two of them got to where they are today.

Actually, Tony didn't quite know either.

But it doesn't matter, both parties are tacitly aware of this pale pink sprout quietly growing in the dark.

The rainy season is here.

The little green stars were raining so hard that they filled almost every crevice. Peter and Tony would stay behind closed doors for a long time and then run out once to collect all the food and other supplies - in fact, at first Peter was very reluctant to let Tony accompany him, but the man insisted on it follow behind.

"Kid, you're still a kid."

"Sir, you are still a patient."

"that's not important."

Peter stared into the man's beautiful eyes for a while, and finally gave in.

So the days passed like this, and in the soaking and slow flow of rainwater, the flow speed of time was almost negligible.The sound of ticking rain could be heard in the cave, and Tony and Peter lived a normal and casual life.

But no amount of simple food can change the impetuousness floating in the air—that kind of wrong factor is constantly fermenting, and all the touches are changing.

Misty restlessness, inadvertently looking up and then flicking eyes, longing but restrained touch...

This feeling is anxious and noisy, and it cannot be suppressed.

No one thought Tony Stark was a bearable person.

But he held back.

Feelings for boys are like fish soup in a bowl.It's not as sweet as donuts, not as thick and salty as the chef's craftsmanship at Stark's family - but there is a taste in the plain and warm.

For the first time, Tony understood what it means to be "in love".He looked at Peter's back, the boy's back was slightly bent, and the dark brown curly hair hung on his forehead--thin shadows were cast down, gentle and cute.

He is a little seed.He has a thin little tail, and he twitches it in circles to press himself into Tony's heart little by little.

Fuck love at first sight, love this kind of thing, it's hard to give birth to a sincere love for this person at first sight.At least Tony is very clear that before that, his "love at first sight" was all due to the chemical reaction of hormones and the curiosity of Lieyan.

The raindrops outside hit the stone wall, the sky was dim, and water vapor rushed in from every hole... The fire in the stove was crackling and burning, and the cave was warm.

Peter was busy packing things at this time, he was rummaging through a pile of boxes brought down from the spaceship.

"So here it is!" He smiled as if a child had suddenly found a beautiful glass marble, holding two metal bottles in his hand: "These are the last two bottles of wine on 'Spider-man'! Because I haven't I'm an adult, and...in fact, I'm a little afraid that my energy to live will be drowned by alcohol, so I haven't drank it all the time, and now you are here, so we can share it."

The boy didn't give Tony a chance to refute or say no, he didn't seem to remember that he was just now, a long way from being old enough to drink.

Tony instinctively wants to stop it for a while - this is out of caring for the younger generation and his consistent attitude towards life: he doesn't want to see children suffer, half from his father and half from being single for too long.

Tony Stark is deeply immersed in the prosperity, sitting on everything, enjoying everything, but suppressing his desire to have nothing and nothing.

He hopes to have a child, or he hopes to have such a relationship.It is too monotonous to describe it with family affection, and it is too shallow to describe it with love.

But on this desolate asteroid, all constraints, concepts and bottom lines are weakened—he is leisurely and stable, although the man knows very well that his wound is not optimistic, and the boy is always trying to hide some secrets .But that's okay, he even thinks it's fine to just stay here, with Peter Parker.

What a sinful thought - selfish and shameful.

Yet Tony couldn't help but think about it.

You don't need a glass to drink here.

The spicy wine was directly poured into the mouth from the mouth of the bottle, and burned all the way to the stomach along the throat.An underage boy and a man with an arm injury that hasn't stopped talking about it don't know why at the moment.

The little chatterbox who had been drinking was surprisingly reticent.He just sat there blankly, staring at Tony with wide open eyes.

"Mr. Stark, I did something wrong and deceived you, you...will you forgive me?" Peter obviously didn't have any capacity for alcohol, and he was already dazed after a few sips.His brown eyes were misty and sweet, but his skin was still pale.The tone seemed to be dreaming, but it was filled with abnormal rationality: "I said, sir, I said... will you forgive me?"

"If I say no." Tony didn't actually drink much, and he didn't really care much about what the other person did wrong, he just thought it might be time for something: "Sweetheart, bad boys always get punished .”

Peter stood up, his smile had the shyness of a simple big boy, but the corners of his eyes and brows were full of charm and temptation somehow.

That's probably innate, Tony thought.

"Kid, your complexion has not been very good." Tony didn't say anything, as if it was normal now.

Peter threw the wine bottle aside, the metal collided with the stone and made a "boom", and the wine gurgled out.

A string was broken by the bottle.

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