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The mission had wrapped up nicely and the entire Avengers team, along with one particularly useful vigilante were all gathered in and around the quinjet. Power bars and bottles of water were being passed out while everyone shouted over one another, in an attempt to recap everything that had happened over the last few hours, Spider-Man included.
“No way, man! I definitely took out more guys than you! I swung in and ‘thwip!’ got four guys at once with one web!” Peter shouted as he animatedly mimed out the actions.
Tony rolled his eyes and tossed his empty water bottle into a trash bag before crossing the distance between himself and his overly enthusiastic protege. “Alrighty, Kid. I’m about to head out. I’ll see you back at the tower,” he said as he gently patted the boy on the shoulder.
Peter immediately looked up from the Gatorade label he’d been reading and frowned. “You’re not going to ride back in the jet?”
“Nope,” Tony replied and then gestured vaguely towards the majority of the group. “I’m not waiting around for all of them to finally decide they’d like to go home. Not when I’m perfectly capable of getting out of here myself. One of the perks of having a flying suit,” he said and was taken by surprise when Peter immediately hopped up on his back, wrapping his arms around his neck and his legs around his middle.
“What are you doing, Pete?” Tony questioned with mirth.
“I’m going with you,” Peter replied and Tony once again rolled his eyes.
“You know it’s a three and half hour flight, right? And that the majority of it is over the ocean?” he asked, quirking his brow in question. “I would think you’d get tired of clinging to my back after the first fifteen minutes. It can’t be comfortable.”
Peter shrugged his shoulders and tightened his grip. “I’d rather be with you, Mr. Stark” he said, then rested his cheek on the back of Tony’s head.
“Fine,” Tony relented. “But you need to put your mask on.” Then he engaged the Iron Man helmet and made a point of reopening a private communication system between himself and the Spider-Man suit.
One triumphant cheer later, Peter had pulled his mask down over his face and Tony had taken off into the skies.
“This is so awesome!” Peter shouted into Tony’s ear, prompting him to lower the communication volume just slightly.
“Oh my God! Are those whales!” Tony heard the kid shout next and looked down to see that there was indeed a pod of whales traveling just below the ocean’s surface. Rather than reply, he swooped down to give himself and the kid a better look. Peter whooped and hollered, and when they were low enough, reached down to drag his fingers through the water.
“This is the most amazing day of my life!” Peter squealed, once they’d pulled back up to a more reasonable altitude and Tony smiled. He’d been worried the kid would regret flying with him but it seemed like giving in and letting Peter tag along had been a good choice after all. He was thoroughly enjoying the kid’s company.
Peter was having the time of his life, soaring through the air on Tony’s back. Getting to have an up close and personal experience with a group of whales had been exciting and listening to Tony point out and explain the various vessels they’d flown past was interesting. However, after a good hour and a half of flight, there wasn’t really much to look at anymore. They were too far into the ocean to see any more ships and fog had formed above the water obscuring the majority of the view. All he could really make out were the subtle waves rippling across the water. The imagery caused a small shiver to run up his spine and settled in his abdomen alerting him of the fullness of his bladder.
Peter took in a deep breath and blew it out through his mouth. He’d had a lot to drink before taking off and he had to go pretty bad. The problem was there was nowhere to go. He shifted slightly to get a better look below but there was nothing open ocean in every direction. He shifted again in an attempt to ease some of the building pressure and rested his forehead against the curve of Tonys armored neck.
“You doing alright back there, Kid?” Tony asked several minutes later and Peter considered mentioning his current predicament. It was possible that Tony knew something that he didn’t. Perhaps there was a seaside resort just off course or a cruise ship that he’s simply not spotted. Hell, maybe there was a small uninhabited island that was just big enough for him to have somewhere to pee. Even better, maybe they were almost back to New York. He swallowed hard and peeked over Tony’s shoulder, finding nothing there except the horizon.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” he finally mumbled and when Tony sighed his heart sped up and sank down into his stomach all at once.
“We’re still an hour and a half from the coast and I’m not expecting to come across anything else before then, but if I do, I’ll land. Okay, Buddy?” he heard Tony say and there wasn’t much he could do other than agree. It wasn’t like either one of them could force a bathroom to appear out of thin air. So, he simply prepared himself for a long uncomfortable flight.
Time passed slowly and Peter's need for a bathroom Became more and more pressing. He kept occasionally scanning the distance hoping to find somewhere, anywhere to land but there was nothing and he was starting to get desperate.
“Mr. Stark?” Peter eventually spoke, followed by a deep shuddering breath. “I know there’s nowhere to land right now,” he began. “But I really, really have to go to the bathroom and I don’t know what to do.”
“You’re going to have to just keep holding it, Bud. I’m going as fast as I can,” Tony replied, increasing Peter’s anxiety.
“Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I know, but I’ve really gotta pee,” he spat without missing a beat. However, nothing his mentor had to say was comforting at the moment.
Peter spent the next few minutes trying to ignore his bladder’s urgent signals. He tried to think about absolutely anything else and for a while it worked. Then a spike of desperation would claw at his abdomen, making it difficult to sit still. He had to pee so bad that his eyes were watering but due to the position he was in, he couldn’t let go to hold himself. So, he gripped the armor more tightly instead. Although, he didn’t realize how deeply his fingers were digging into the metal until the coms crackled in his ear.
“I know you’re stressing out right now but I’m gonna need you to ease up on the armor, Pete,” Tony whispered and Peter tried to do as he was told but he was having trouble thinking straight at the moment.
“I have to pee. I really, really have to pee, Mr. Stark,” he frantically announced. “Is there seriously nowhere to stop? Like at all? Not even a boat or, or a submarine? There’s nothing?”
“I’ve got FRIDAY scanning, but so far nothing’s popped up on the radars,” Tony replied. “I promise to stop as soon as I possibly can.”
Peter squeezed his eyes shut causing a tear to break free and soak into his mask “I don’t know how much longer I can wait,” he miserably admitted. The GPS in the corner of his HUD showed that they were still solidly positioned over the Atlantic Ocean.
There were several seconds of silence before Tony spoke again. “I hear you, Buddy. And if you can’t-” he said, pausing to take a breath before starting all over again. “If you can’t make it, it’s okay . Just- do what you need to do.”
“I can’t- I can’t do that!,” Peter exclaimed, his eyes doubling in size as he thought about the implications. Doing what he needed to do meant- well, it meant wetting himself. On Tony’s back. And even though he knew he wouldn’t actually be peeing on Tony, he didn’t particularly want to pee on the Iron Man armor either. The mere thought was mortifying and- “I can’t - on the armor and, and- you. I don’t- ”
“-Pete,” Tony’s voice cut in strong and demanding. “Take a deep breath and listen to me. We’re still forty-five minutes out and I don’t expect you to hold it that long,” he said and Peter could feel his cheeks starting to pinken beneath his mask. “So, if you uh, wet your pants or whatever, I won’t be upset. The armor can be cleaned and I'm not going to tell anybody.”
Being so close to pissing himself silly and right on the verge of tears, Peter whined. “I don’t want to.”
“I know you don’t, Buddy,” Tony said. “But if it happens. It’s okay.”
After that the coms went quiet. Peter knew that Tony had probably turned them off to give him some semblance of privacy but he still felt more than a little exposed. His need to pee was unbearable but there simply wasn’t a viable solution. He didn't want to wet himself. He really, really didn’t want to wet himself but his bladder didn’t seem to be in the mood to cooperate.
The first spurt came rushing out causing him to gasp. He clamped down quickly to block the flow but he could feel the warm wetness soaking into his underwear. Another leak quickly followed. It was longer and more powerful than the first. It took him several seconds and an uncomfortable twist of his hips to get it to stop but his underwear were already soaked.
For a few painful minutes, Peter continued to fight back the inevitable. He screwed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw so tightly that he thought his teeth might crack. But despite being well aware that no amount of effort was going to prevent the impending flood he couldn’t bring himself to stop trying.
By the time a third and a fourth leak had escaped him, Peter was exhausted from holding, and could no longer cut off the flow completely. He could feel pee continuing to dribble past his tensed up muscles and whimpered pathetically as the warm wetness began to collect below him. The suit wasn’t designed to absorb liquid, nor was it designed to allow liquid to freely run through it. Therefore, the pee he couldn’t quite hold back was forced to pool wherever gravity took it before seeping out through the small gaps in between the circuitry.
Eventually, the agonizingly slow release became too painful and Peter was forced to surrender to his bladder’s rigid demands. He took a deep breath in and held it in his lungs for several seconds before letting go, and giving his bladder permission to do the same.
The pee didn’t come bursting out of him as he thought it would once he’d given in and relaxed. Instead, the dribble eased into an intermittent trickle that eventually turned into a continuous stream. It still wasn’t as high-pressured as he’d thought it would be but the relief was instant, pulling a drawn out sigh from between his lips. That seemed to relax him further and the gentle flow finally picked up into an unyielding spray. His head fell forward onto Tony’s shoulder and his eyes fluttered upward as he continued to empty his bladder for what felt like a blissful eternity.
The moment the last few delayed drops had squeezed their way out, Peter became acutely aware of exactly how much he’d peed. He could feel the warm liquid coating the inside of the suit and running towards his boots. He tried to adjust the way he was laying to allow the pee to more easily escape but his knee slipped, causing Tony to have to adjust his thrusters to keep them level.
After that, Peter lay relatively still, shivering slightly from both relief and the sensation of pee unhurriedly finding its way out of the suit. He’d just started to pull his mask up enough to let the cool air to blow past his cheeks, when he heard the coms crackle back to life.
“You okay, Kiddo?” Tony casually inquired.
“Yeah,” Peter replied, although he wasn’t sure that was the whole truth. He was no longer dying to pee but his throat was burning with unshed tears and his neck all the way up to his ears was starting to grow warm with embarrassment. “I, um, I don’t have to go to the bathroom anymore,” he shakily admitted, followed by a small hitched breath. He figured he’d acted like enough of a baby by pissing himself and really didn’t want to start crying on top of that.
“Yeah,” Tony said softly, “I figured. I just wanted to check on you.”
Peter ran his gloved hand under his nose and sniffed. Tears had started flowing freely down his face. He had to bite back a sob before saying anything else. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark.”
“Hey, you’re okay, Buddy. You did the best you could given the situation and I meant it when I said I wasn’t going to tell anyone,” Tony assured and in nothing else Peter was able to take solace in the knowledge that no one else ever had to know what he’d done. His mentor sounded nothing but earnest.
A few quiet moments passed allowing Peter to self-reflect. He was still mildly embarrassed that he’d been unable to hold his bladder for the duration of the trip home. He felt sticky all over and was starting to itch from having peed in the suit. Although he had to admit he felt utterly relieved to have done so. “I feel so gross,” he said with a bit of a manic chuckle.
“I’m going to fly us straight up to the top of the penthouse so you hop right into the shower,” Tony instantly replied and Peter was grateful to hear it. A shower had never sounded so wonderful. He couldn’t wait to peel the saturated suit away from his skin. The thought alone had him smiling with anticipation. Then another thought crossed his mind that had his eyes watering all over again.
“What about the suit, Mr. Stark? Did I ruin it?” he asked and then held his breath. He knew Tony could probably replace the suit in a matter of hours but the idea that he’d destroyed it by uncontrollably urinating into it was enough to make his chest tighten.
“It can be washed. I’ll take care of it. No big deal, Kiddo,” Tony said without missing a beat.
“Okay,” Peter breathily replied. His emotions had been all over the place for the last several hours and he found himself once again running a hand across his cheeks.
“Yeah? Okay?” Tony questioned, with a positive lilt to his voice.
“Yeah,” Peter repeated with a small laugh and wet sniff. “Thanks for not making fun of me or anything. I-”
“-Peter” Tony said, cutting Peter off in his speech. “I would never make fun of you for something that upset you that much.”
“I know,” Peter readily agreed. “But thanks anyway.” When Tony didn’t respond, he was happy to move the conversation to literally any other subject. “Can we just stay in tonight? Or wait. Do you have to go to a debriefing?” he asked and could hear his mentor chuckling so deeply that he felt it vibrate through the armor.
“Nope. I already told the team that I would be ducking out of that but that they were welcome to send a report for me to completely ignore,” Tony flippantly explained. Then turned his head to look momentarily over his shoulder. “I also already ordered Pizza and had FRIDAY queue up Star Wars for after you shower. Sounds good?”
Peter sighed contentedly despite the lingering discomfort and allowed his body to relax against his mentors. “Yeah, Mr. Stark. That sounds perfect,” he said and then rested his head on Tony’s shoulders. They still had twenty more minutes until they arrived but he was more than happy to have something to look forward to.