But today he needed to not look like a threat. It made him look like more of a threat, which was half the reason he wore the jackets so much. It accentuated the width of his shoulders, his height, his muscular figure. He’d decided to leave the leather jacket behind today. If anyone accused him of freaking out, he’d shoot them, but in the privacy of his own mind he could admit that his elevated heart rate and developing tension headache weren’t exactly signs of relaxation. Jason tugged his button-down shirt straight and stared at himself in the mirror. “Hon, you are amazing,” Peter said, wrapping his arm around her. “Let’s go upstairs and I can rub your shoulders.” “We’ve made a dent in the Irish, at least, and Harrison was released from the hospital today.” “Thank you, Peter,” El said, covering his hand with her own. It’s a good time to introduce him to everyone.” And maybe he’d stop looking so nervous, if he could see Peter relaxing with some friends. “El,” Peter said, putting his mug down, “I think it’s a good idea.” “I know you haven’t introduced him to your team yet, and that things are still a bit awkward, but-” If that’s alright,” she added after a moment. But she took a sip of her hot chocolate, straightened her spine, and looked Peter in the eye. “Well, it’s the Family Picnic,” El said, looking nervous as she took her seat. “Sunday?” he asked, slumping into Jason’s vacated seat as El brought him a mug of hot chocolate. Peter blinked at the door before turning back to El. “See you Sunday,” he said, and then he was gone. Jason slipped past him with a neutral nod, careful not to brush against him as he headed for the door and pulled on the black, steel-toed combat boots he seemed to wear everywhere. He’d get used to it, and maybe they would too. He didn’t want to make El feel like she had to stop having Jason around or anything. But it managed to make Peter feel like an outsider in his own house, which was a distinctly uncomfortable sensation, if one he kept to himself. Peter figured that was to be expected, for two people who each thought the other dead for years. There was always a hint of desperation when they were together, as if they worried that they’d lose each other if they didn’t hold on tight enough. She welcomed him eagerly, hugging back just as hard. Jason rounded the table to pull El into a tight hug. People that big generally made noise when they moved. “I’ll get out of your hair,” Jason said, slipping out of his chair-it kind of freaked Peter out, how quiet Jason could be when he wanted. “Sorry,” he said, rubbing his face again. Jason’s expression became a bit more uncomfortable, and Peter realized he’d been staring. El had assured him that Jason just had some issues with law enforcement after a childhood in Gotham, where half the time the people you had to run from were wearing a uniform and badge. Jason turned in his seat to see him, the half-guarded, half-nervous look he always had around Peter firmly in place. He shucked his jacket, tossing it over the arm of the couch, and kicked off his shoes, shuffling into the dining room.Įl was sitting at the dining room table, a mug warming her hands and a sympathetic look on her face. “In here, Hon,” El called from the dining room.
It was always a good day, time to get away from the stress of the office, spend time with his friends, eat some burgers, and drink some beer. Needless to say, he was looking forward to a quiet evening and the FBI’s annual Family Picnic that was scheduled for Sunday. Peter hadn’t felt like doing much of anything himself, but Neal had been almost vibrating out of his chair with nerves, so Peter had dragged himself out of his office to do some fieldwork. A few agents took a mental health day, some chugged coffee like it was going out of style, and others threw themselves into their work as a distraction. Today they’d finished processing the paperwork, and the entire office had been in a subdued mood. It wasn’t often White Collar got dragged into other departments’ messes, but last week their forgery case led to a racketeering ring, which led to the Irish mob, which led to a shootout in a run-down building while backing up Violent Crimes, which left three agents hospitalized and one dead. It had been a very long and very upsetting day. Peter sighed, rubbing at his face as he let himself into the house. Leymonaide fic recs, Ashes' Library, The Best of White Collar, Jason Todd is my favorite (◕‿◕), Heroes hive👀, miQ_y's fav fav fics Stats: Published: Words: 6,497 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 33 Kudos: 1,181 Bookmarks: 226 Hits: 4,862 Jason and Neal get along way too well for Peter's blood pressure.the wealth of comedy that is Jason being Peter's step son.Elizabeth Burke (White Collar) & Jason Todd.
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