Rewritten

Peter panted as he finally stopped sprinting. He bent over to try and catch his breath before he heard loud footsteps not far behind him. He quickly glanced around and hid behind a large rock formation.

Peter waited with baited breaths. The footsteps thundered past and Peter waited for a few minutes before he decided it was safe and started sprinting straight ahead, making sure the HYDRA agents don't spot him.

~~~

Peter made it to a decent looking neighbourhood that seemed to have appeared out of no where. He looked at the houses and stopped at one that had lights on. Peter hesitantly opened the gate and walked towards the door. Using the basic knowledge that he had about social interactions, he knocked on the door quietly.

Peter heard shuffling before the door opened. An old man opened it and peered at Peter curiously.

"Are you ok young sir?"
The man asked.

"Where am I?"
Peter asked, his voice scratchy from lack of use.

"You're in Brooklyn kid. Now, are you ok?"
The man asked again.

"I-I don't think so. I don't know."
Peter said, his eyes wide with fear.

"Come in come in, it's cold. My wife is just making dinner."
The man said.

Peter, not knowing the risks of following a strange man into his home, followed him.

"I would say take your shoes off but it seems you don't have any. Where did you come from?"
The man asked.

"Somewhere over there."
Peter said, pointing behind him in the general direction in where he came from.

"Ah, I see you don't know. Well, what's your name son? I'm Stan and this is my wife Joan."

"My name's Peter. I think."

"Do you like lasagna Peter?"

"Maybe? I've never had it, I don't think."
Peter said, holding his head down and clasping his hands behind his back.

"Oh well, I have a feeling you'll enjoy this!"
Stan said before stepping into the kitchen.

"Joan, we have a visitor!"
Stan said cheerfully.

"We do? Who is it?"
Joan asked, not turning around.

"A young boy named Peter."
Stan said and Peter shyly waved.

"Oh look at you! We need to fatten you up! You're just skin and bone!"
Joan exclaimed.

"Now dear, maybe just hold on with fattening him up. We don't want him to be sick."
Stan said.

"Oh I suppose you're right Stan, why don't you sit down Peter? We don't bite."
Joan said, gesturing to the dining room table.

"Ok."
Peter said and slowly sat down with his back straight.

"You can relax son, we won't do you any harm you know."
Stan said, sitting in the seat next to Peter.

Peter nodded and slouched slightly.

~~~

"Do you have anywhere to stay for the night?"
Joan asked after the three finished dinner.

"No."
Peter replied.

"We would offer for you to stay here but sadly our spare rooms are filled with boxes. You see, we're moving to a smaller house because our children are all grown up."
Joan said.

"That's fine."
Peter said.

"I know! I've got friends who can look after you."
Stan said and shuffled to the phone.

"Ah Nick, just who I want. Yes I know you told me not to call but this is an emergency. I found him."
Stan said seriously.

He stayed on the phone for a few more seconds before hanging up.

"Don't worry Peter. You'll be home in no time!"
Stan said, sitting back down.

So I changed the plot completely (kinda) but Stans still here! and fun fact, Joan is actually his wife's name! so bye for now! also sorry for this taking so long :/

—Penguin.🐧(they/them)