i’ve watched homecoming and my feelings are real and overwhelming so have some awkward dad! tony and precious! peter
“Why am I here?”
It isn’t that Peter is ungrateful, not one bit. Stark’s
couches are way more comfortable than
the ones he’s got at home, Stark’s desks are equipped with all kinds of
features that no 15 year old would ever require to do simple homework, Stark’s
windows are long and only slightly tinted and give way to an amazing view;
basically, Stark’s everything is
somehow just better.
But this, what
they’re doing, isn’t making a whole lot of sense.
Tony doesn’t look up from the tablet in his hand, simply
makes a confused sound. “What do you mean why?”
Peter shakes his head, looking around incredulously before
settling his eyes on Tony. “I mean, there’s no work, no mission, no Avengers
protocol that’s been activated, but you sir, went out of your way to invite me over. And I’m not sure I understand
Tony does look up at this, eyes narrowed accusingly.
“I didn’t go out of my
“You called me,”
Peter interrupts. “You called me, on my cell, right after class. You called me,
told me to come, and even sent Happy
to make sure I got here.” Happy was anything but, well, happy, to constantly
play the role of chaperone/driver for a 15 year old. Peter could understand
that, no hard feelings.
It is the human condition to be messy and broken. I fear we are too complicated to be put together right. We are highly intelligent creatures that evolved too fast for our primitive side to catch up. We grapple with a myriad of emotions so complex we often cannot even comprehend WHAT we are feeling, much less HOW to deal with it. We are obsessed with order and perfection when by our very nature we are chaotic and flawed and it causes us to confine our darker selves… to lock them away where nobody else can see them. We are a cyclone in a bottle… a storm of immense power contained within a vessel we present as ‘ordinary’ or ‘normal’ and we all have difficulty containing it sometimes.
I’ve been trying to teach the kids not to assume anyone’s gender, and we’ve been using a LOT of they/them pronouns when we’re speaking of people whose pronouns we are not yet certain of. They’re catching on so well that even Antonio is looking up inclusive language for his training. I’m so proud of all of them - language change has been especially difficult for me, still is in truth, so I’m glad we can all get it right together.