They were pathetic.
Adorable, but absolutely fucking pathetic.
Peter realized this one afternoon as he was sitting in the kitchen, doing his homework. Colonel Rhodes was practicing with his braces. Mr. Stark was walking right beside him, acting as his spotter.
Peter looked up, across the island that separated the kitchen from the living room, a question about his math homework on the tip of his tongue. However, as soon as his eyes landed on Mr. Stark and Rhodes, any previous thought left his mind.
Rhodes was on the floor, his legs pulled up beside him, and Mr. Stark was kneeling down beside him, asking questions and checking if he was okay.
With the biggest heart-eyes he’d ever seen.
Peter’s jaw dropped as he stared, his eyes turning to Rhodes, only to realize that he had the doe eyes, too. Not quite as bad and obvious, but holy shit.
Holy shit.
Peter wasn’t sure how he hadn’t seen this before. These two grown adults were looking at the other like he was the light of his life. Peter resisted a gag. Oh, this was getting gross. They were still staring! Even as they were talking, they looked disgustingly infatuated.
Peter sighed before flipping the page in his notebook. He was not going to sit to the side and do nothing about this revelation.