"Uh… well, I can say that I personally know only eight of them.”
“Oh, so they brought friends to terrorize me. How lovely,” Tony said sarcastically over the cawing of at least fifty birds. The noise increased considerably since the two of them could be seen through the glass.
The kid fiddled with the bag of peanuts Tony dug out from some cabinet. “Are you sure you don’t want to go out and meet them? They’re really sweet.”
Tony looked at the swarm of black. “No thanks. I’ll pass.”
“Okay,” the kid shrugged before wheeling himself to the door. “Just… close it after I’m outside. I don’t think you want them making themselves at home in your living room.”
“Hardy-har. You keep that sass up and I’ll let them eat you.”
“Jokes on you, they wouldn’t.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Because I asked them,” the kid stated as if it was the most obvious thing.
“Okay, crazy pigeon lady,” Tony ruffled his hair, “out you go,” he said and opened the door.
Just as the door closed, most of the crows flew a bit back while eight of them landed on the kid’s shoulders, arms and legs. And as Peter fed them, talked to them and smiled at them, Tony couldn’t help the soft smile on forming on his own face.
Hiii so it´s been a while :D I finally got some time to draw and color some art TwT (I liked it a little bit more in B&W so that's why I'm posting it as well).
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