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Peter’s 18th birthday was coming up and everyone decided that he had to get the most spectacular party. Naturally. everyone was excited and the planning was underway months in advance.
Nat was in charge of buying the best drinks for the teen’s first time getting drunk, Bruce and pepper worked on decorating the headquarters and Tony and Steve pulled together a guest list.
It took a while but everything was ready and when Peter woke up on his special day he couldn’t wait to see what the others had planned for him. Dressed up in a white polo shirt and classic black jeans he skipped downstairs with wide eyes and a huge grin.
“Happy birthday Peter” everyone said in unison as the boy beamed back at them, eyes glued to the massive spider themed chocolate cake on the kitchen island.
“Now, Pepper thought this would be a terrible idea but we talked to your aunt May and…”
“Yeah yeah” Tony interrupted Nat “kid we’re throwing you a party get ready to get fucked up”
To say Peter was excited would be an understatement. He had never even tried alcohol before let alone drank for the purpose of getting “fucked” as Mr.Stark put it. As the hours ticked by and there were no more presents to open he started getting restless, waiting for the party to finally begin.
Eventually, Wanda came to get him from his room. Covering his eyes with her hands, she walked him down the stairs and to the main room.
“Are you ready?” She whispered.
“Yes of course omg guys this is gonna be like the best birthday ever” Peter practically squealed as the brunette started to lift her hands off his eyes.
The room was magnificent. The bar had been decorated and labelled with “top drinks that Peter should try”. The ceiling had been adorned with star-like lights that made the whole place look magical. Streamers and silver balloons were littered around, filling the walls with classy sparkles.
“Wow” Peter sighed in disbelief “it’s perfect” he slowly turned to the others with glossy eyes. “I love you guys so much thank you.
A cacophony of “aw”’s and “we love you too”’s were heard as they all showered him in hugs and head pats. Peter had never been more happy.
The guests were due to arrive in a few minutes so they all decided Peter should do his first shot with them. With their glasses lined up, Bucky started counting them down.
“Three, two, one”
Peter poured the tequila down his throat, grimacing at the taste, then relaxing as he noticed a few smirking faces staring at him.
“Hey give the kid a break it’s his first shot” Steve scolded the others “what do you think peter?”
“Not as bad as I thought it would be. I’m ready to get fucked up Mr.America”
The rest of them laughed at this while Pepper elbowed Tony for his terrible influence.
Guests started arriving and various drinks started getting poured. Peter had lost track of what he’d drank or how much of it but he was having a good time. Everything seemed to move so quickly, no, slowly, no, the same? Honestly he knew one thing for certain which was that he had no idea what was going on.
He began weaving his way through the crowd desperately trying to get to the couch. Once there, he collapsed down on the soft material, giggling slightly at the way it made him feel floaty. The giggle turned into a groan as he realised he had hit his head against the coffee table.
Tony was sat in an armchair opposite and couldn’t help but laugh at the unfortunate sight.
“You alright kid you seem to be pretty wasted?”
“Mhm yeh Mr.Stark I don’t where and they ouch”
“You’re gonna have to say that again in English” he retorted
“Mr.Stark my head ouch”
“That does tend to happen when you slam it against a table yeah”
Peter just let out what sounded like a whimper and rolled on his side to face the man in the suit opposite him. One look at those puppy dog eyes and Tony gave up his careless fascade.
“Alright up in my bathroom there’s some ibuprofen go get some” he rolled his eyes.
Peter leapt up with the biggest grin and began sprinting towards the staircase, knocking people to the floor as he jolted from side to side.
“What the fuck is he doing?” Nat asked leaning down to Tony who was now actively chuckling into his jacket sleeve.
“He is so gone Natasha” he laughed back at her, nursing his whiskey which he had been sipping on all night.
“You might wanna go check on him, he seems to be struggling up those stairs” she warned while heading back off to the bar. Tony just sighed and decided he’d give it two minutes before checking up on him.
Meanwhile, Peter had finally found the bathroom and now stood clutching the sink in front of a medicine cabinet. With trembling hands he opened it, laughing yet again at all the different bottles inside.
“Ibuprofen” he chanted, but, as time went on, he started to forget exactly what it was he was meant to be looking for. “Iprubofen” “profuben” “proemg” “pringseng” “ginseng… aha that’s it yes”
Without a second thought he downed half the bottle of pills and went to lie on the floor, bottle still in hand. The ceiling was shaking and he begin to get frightened that it would fall on him at any second, so he started listing things out loud that made him feel safe.
“Flowers”
“Soft pillows”
“Dogs”
“My friends”
“Mr.Stark”
“Mr.Stark’s cool suit”
“Mr.Stark’s big muscles”
“Mr.Stark-“
“My what now?” Tony stood in the doorway, smirking down at the mumbling kid on the floor who seemed to be spouting absolute gibberish.
“Oh hello my good pal yes things are as they are” none of the words Peter was saying seemed to make sense to anyone but him.
“Alright Shakespeare cmon let’s get you off the floor. Let me take that bottle back, you didn’t take too many did you-“
Tony stopped abruptly as he read the label. Ginseng. Fuck. It was such a stupid thing to keep, he only took it every now and then when work was too all-consuming and he couldn’t get in the mood for pepper without them. But, fuck, most of the bottle had been polished off and the culprit seemed to be the freshly 18 year old boy lying on his bathroom floor.
One of these could make him crave sex for hours straight but half a bottle? Tony knew he was fucked. Not wasted not drunk not out of his mind. Fucked.