a blog I made years ago that I can't change the name of 3 credit to @wynnd-citrus for my PFP! And of course credit to chloesimagination for my header image!
Helloooo masterpost before I go to bed!! Haha finally doing one, while I'm sick, ironically.
My name is Michael, but you can call me Mike if you prefer! I'm a cupioromantic cupiosexual fictoromantic fictosexual AroAce, and a transmasc but in the way you would call a masculine creature "he". This is technically an RP blog but it's the first blog I made on Tumblr years ago so I could talk to a friend on here (hello @that-bookpuff) even if we don't talk so much anymore, it was amazing back then, and it's amazing to talk to all of the amazing friends I've made and am making since! Cough cough anyways that said, I could never ever delete this blog. It's my main blog, and I don't rp that much anymore, but I love talking to you guys!! Dms and asks are always open <3
Getting back into coding after taking it in middle school and completely forgetting everything so I have to start back over.
Writer, animator, artist, actor, etcetera! All as hobbies, though I wish I could act as a living, it isn't viable without my backup job (coding).
This user has memory issues! I can remember specific things (fandom lore, food I ate, etc) but I have trouble remembering events, conversations, interactions, etcetera. I'm better about it online as I'm reading words, but still bad about it. Please be patient, I'm not quite sure why my memory it is the way it is between the trauma and the ADHD or even something I don't know I have.
STARKER DNI!!! Firm anti-ai, anti-terf, anti-homophobe, anti-transphobe. Get off my blog, NOW. I don't care.
Uhhh fandoms fandoms
Marvel obvi, mostly the Avengers and Deadpool and all associated but I also love the Thunderbolts* and am kinda into the X-Men
TADC don't even CHAT TO ME ABOUT THAT IM GOING TO EXPLODE 😭😭😭
FNaF, my fandom home since I was around six- it came out the year I was born and I'm an OG. Yes, OP is a minor, PLEASE DON'T NOT INTERACT WITH ME ILL BE EIGHTEEN IN (checks watch) AROUND 22 MONTHS PLEASSEEEE IVE BEEN INTERACTING WITH NSFW (whether that be heavy gore and heavy topics due to FNaF, BATIM, MARVEL, etc fan work and canon, or NSFW the usual thing you think of when you hear it) FOR YEARSSSS AND I'M FINE (obviously it's perfectly fine if you're uncomfortable with interacting with you on the internet, I completely understand, but PLEASEEEE DON'T BLOCK ME FOR LIKING UR POST 😭😭😭) uh anyways lmao fandoms
DC- Mainly the Batfamily and some of the Justice League (mainly Superman there lmao) AND YES I CAN NAME EVERY MEMBER OF THE BATFAMILY (I refuse to name the starfish [Jarro] bro. What the hell 😭😭 don't tell me if I'm missing any vro) Alfred, Bruce, Dick, Jason, Barbara, Stephanie, Tim, Cassandra, Duke, Damian. Technically Gordon too but he's honorary? Idk.
Uhhh again anyways
SFAWTDE/DAWTDE AHHHHHHH MY SHAYLASSSS MY SHAYLASSSS 😭😭 (Gets shot 47 times and dies in a ditch because I was a DerKing shipper before DAWTDE. Can. Can you tell. Anyways I <3 Avery and Derick :D also HASTUR AND POSIDON TOXIC YAOI- *dies*)
Miraculous Ladybug: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir (no I haven't caught up what do you mean you can't be a fan of a show you haven't watched in years and have only consumed fan content of recently I'll catch up eventually)
Gravity Falls HEHEHHEHEGGEGEGGEGEUDTDPUSYTSO6DYYST7 AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH can you tell I'm sane about these fandoms. Can you.
Supernatural but I have a separate blog for that because I'm unhealthy. Should I seek help? Absolutely. But blame my mother for not letting me get therapy until I'm eighteen also we're insanely broke like live in a duplex and got an eviction notice three days ago broke (dw we fixed it. But. Still)
Uhhhh what other fandoms am I in there's a lot...
BATIM technically but only a bit
Oh yeah! The Freak Circus!! *licks teeth, slicks hair* where Pierrot at- *gets shot 58 times*
Hazbin Hotel!!! MURDERMEDIA/RADIOSTATIC MY SHAYLASSSSS AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *screams as I'm dragged into a white padded room*
Dispatch! Haha what do you mean fandom discourse and both fake and real allegations against the friend I made even though said real allegations were YEARS AGO and they got help since then and they're being harassed by a group of stalkers who have hacked their phone camera and microphone AHHHHHHHHHHH anyways I <3 flambert don't ask me about the text above the law is handling it
Uhhhh what else...
Oh yeah! Helluva Boss even though I'm not caught up and I'm not really into it for some reason. Still love the show, it's amazing, but I guess I prefer a ship I can really latch onto and I love Stolitz but they're just not my thing *shrug*
Uhhhhh. Hmm.
PROJECT HAIL MARY I'M GOING TO TWEAK MY SHAYLAAAAASSSSSSSSSS MY BABIES MY (not canon) AROACE REP EPUYSY8TAOYTQOYFAOUFAOYTQ RYLAND GRACE THE MAN YOU ARE AND ROCKY THE ERIDIAN YOU ARE AHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEY'RE SO DEAR TO MEEEEEE
House M.D. technically, though I only got a bit through season two around two years ago and haven't picked it back up since, but I love House and Wilson and Cuddy and Cameron and Chase and Foreman <3 mostly Hilson though lmao
Indie games and shows indie games and shows...
Technically Knights of Guinevere? Loved the pilot but I think I'll just be into the show and not the fandom.
UNDERTALE THE GOATTTT!!!!! I've been a fan since I was seven or eight, it's amazing. And NO that doesn't mean I like Deltarune. I've got nothing against it, it's just not my kind of story and not my kind of characters.
Welcome Home!!! Though I don't interact with it very much anymore, it's still very near and dear to my heart.
Iron Lung!!! How could I forget you, Simon, our beloved boy. I headcanon that Ryland Grace saved him and they lived happily ever after on Erid talk to the wall
With that all said, obviously, I love horror ARGs, Minecraft Horror ARGs, horror movies and shows, indie horror games, indie games, indie shows, horror stories, mystery/romance/queer coming of age stories, etcetera. Obviously there's more but I can't list them all lmao.
Ttm about these fandoms! As aforementioned, ASKS AND DMS OPEN <333
Whenever I think about students using AI, I think about an essay I did in high school. Now see, we were reading The Grapes of Wrath, and I just couldn't do it. I got 25 pages in and my brain refused to read any more. I hated it. And its not like I hate the classics, I loved English class and I loved reading. I had even enjoyed Of Mice and Men, which I had read for fun. For some reason though, I absolutely could NOT read The Grapes of Wrath.
And it turned out I also couldn't watch the movie. I fell asleep in class both days we were watching it.
This, of course, meant I had to cheat on my essay.
And I got an A.
The essay was to compare the book and the movie and discuss the changes and how that affected the story.
Well it turned out Sparknotes had an entire section devoted to comparing and contrasting the book and the movie. Using that, and flipping to pages mentioned in Sparknotes to read sections of the book, I was able to bullshit an A paper.
But see the thing is, that this kind of 'cheating' still takes skills, you still learn things.
I had to know how to find the information I needed, I needed to be able to comprehend what sparknotes was saying and the analysis they did, I needed to know how to USE the information I read there to write an essay, I needed to know how to make sure none of it was marked as plagerized. I had to form an opinion on the sparknotes analysis so I could express my own opinions in the essay.
Was it cheating? Yeah, I didn't read the book or watch the movie. I used Sparknotes. It was a lot less work than if I had read the book and watched the movie and done it all myself.
The thing is though, I still had to use my fucking brain. Being able to bullshit an essay like that is a skill in and of itself that is useful. I exercised important skills, and even if it wasnt the intended way I still learned.
ChatGTP and other AI do not give that experience to people, people have to do nothing and gain nothing from it.
Using AI is absolutely different from other ways students have cheated in the past, and I stand by my opinion that its making students dumber, more helpless, and less capable.
However you feel about higher education, I think its undeniable that students using chatgtp is to their detriment. And by extension a detriment to anyone they work with or anyone who has to rely on them for something.
I can remember being in computer class right before history and someone in the last ten minutes mentioned the class presentations we had next period and I was like.. fuck man I fully forgot
So I had a passing knowledge of ww2, as much as anyone, so i figured that I could bluff the context around Churchill and just get some of his details down and I'd be fine.
So I pulled his Wikipedia up and read it. Didn't have time to write a speech, this was gonna be adlib. Then I jumped on google images and pulled a picture that reflected one thing from each of his Wikipedia sections (like, early life (picture of a train set) education (Churchill graduating) early war (you get the idea).
Bunged the pictures into a powerpoint and read the Wikipedia again with the powerpoint alongside, adding subheadings to jog my memory. Pulled a couple links from the bottom of the wiki for the bibliography, opened and skimmed to make sure they weren't wild, and saved the damn thing
We were lining up outside class for history and the guys in the class are telling some classmates about how I'd just smashed out my whole presentation. I asked everyone to let me go first since the knowledge wasn't gonna last long, I was going off having just read Churchill's wiki lol
They all agreed (champions) and one of the girls said she'd read up on Churchill a bit on her presentation about the Queen, so she promised to nod or shake her head if I was completely wrong.
I presented. I know I spent a minute on each slide and spoke relevantly. I remember at one point saying Churchill excelled in school, saw my classmate was shaking her head, and pivoted to say he didn't do well with formal education but got into some of the extracurricular activities that'd benefit him come war time. She nodded. I continued lol. One of the lads complimented me on that one afterwards
I don't think I learnt much about Churchill with this study. But I absolutely learnt about public speaking. I was using skills in research and apply my contextual knowledge. I also learnt to rely on classmates, even tho we weren't friends at all she had my back because it was easy and kind and cost her nothing
I got a B+ and a comment about being one of the more engaging and charismatic presenters (that would've been the adrenaline, and my classmates were watching fascinated to see if I could pull it off lol).
The main perk of my presentation was the energy, which wouldn't've been there if I'd ai'd a script to read. And I wouldn't have this fun memory
I remember getting in a philosophy class in college (one I just took for fun), and realized that there was a paper due that day that I had 100% forgotten about writing. I lied and told the professor that I had forgotten to print it, but I had my laptop with me for note taking, so if he'd give me 5 minutes after class I would run down to the computer lab and print it off and bring it up. He said that was fine, presumably because I couldn't write a coherent paper in 5 minutes.
But I COULD write a coherent paper in 45 minutes, which is about the time it took me to slap together a dirty outline and fill it in, the way I had been taught to do in high school in my writing class. It wasn't gonna win any awards but it meant a B+ instead of a zero, and it meant I had an opportunity to work under pressure and practice skills I had learned. Skills I STILL use to this day, skills I have taught to others. Skills I use to help others edit papers. Skills I would not have and certainly wouldn't have been able to hone if chatGPT was doing it poorly instead.
That's MY B+ bullshit essay. I earned it fair and square, along with the bragging rights to having written it under my professor's nose.
I learned how to be a First Draft Wonder for most of my school papers. I knew the formula to make a decent paper, because it was drilled into me in High school taking AP lit and having 'essay quizzes' where we would spend a class period writing a short essay (BY HAND LE GASP) about our topic.
I am so good at papers, I know how to find the relevant information, I know what a reliable source looks like, and in college, I could lock myself in a study room and knock out a several page paper (with references) in just a couple hours.
ALL WITHOUT AI. I used my brain, the skills of information gathering I was taught, and my ability to use books and bibliographies to my advantage. Today, I can write up something tidy for work in a little bit of focus time.
I may not be able to influence the Youth. But I will beg all of you students to not become overly reliant on having some machine do that thinking for you so you can scroll Tiktok longer. Your brain is meant to be exercised, lets use it.
Yeah, that all tracks. You wanna know how I wrote an entire nonfiction book? I used the exact same skills I learned in school for writing essays--come up with a topic, research what you don't already know, make an outline, use the outline to structure the piece of writing, fill it in. It's just that this time I wrote 70,000 words instead of, say, 500-1000.
I think my first essay was....third grade? Maybe second? And I wrote hundreds of them just through high school, to say nothing of all I wrote in getting my Bachelor's and Master's degrees. Some of the essays in primary and secondary school were, quite honestly, bullshitting, because they were on topics that didn't interest me and I hadn't yet learned to use my then-undiagnosed anxiety, autism, and ADHD to trick myself into putting real effort into something I found boring. Even the low-effort essays still got me great grades, and they still helped me hone my writing skills. And they did eventually give me the tools to get me to focus on less-fun necessities.
Would I have been able to do that if I had had access to genAI and decided to use it? Doubtful. Would I have been able to write an entire book that was published by one of the Big 5 U.S. publishers? Nope. Because even if i had managed to trick them into thinking an AI-generated manuscript was my work, I wouldn't have survived the editing process without blowing my cover, and I certainly wouldn't have been able to show my expertise in the subject matter.
Even if you never do any work as a professional writer, writing teaches you ways to use and exercise your brain. It helps you to examine material critically and communicate it to others. You are cheating yourself of so much if you just wimp out and use CGPT.
I have a high reading rate and a high comprehension rate. In grad school they told us the the profs would each assign reading as if that was your only class it was on purpose. There was literally no way to read everything for classes on top of all the papers and thesis work. For me, can't read everything was about 80-85 percent of the material which was above average.
One of the tricks for articles is read the summary, introductory paragraph, and conclusion and speak early in discussion to show you know what the article is abut.
Another trick is divide articles up with friend(s) and brief each other.
Both in my upper division Medieval History undergraduate classes and in my graduate classes, we'd periodically get assigned the same book for a different class, which was helpful. I could skim my old notes and not reread it or just pick out certain chapters. (Not textbooks, but medieval lit type things. This would happen with classics, philosophy, theology texts, across different under graduate and graduate degrees. It happens).
Usually if I had to skip something important, I'd take notes on the class discussion and it was fine. I was an active class participants, my papers were generally early and heavily well resourced. This can buy you a lot of slack in college when you need it.
One time I got assigned "Little Flowers of St. Francis" and I didn't have time that weekend, so I skipped it. I listened in class, I made good notes. (Paraphrasing things makes them stick in your head the way just reading or listening won't. ChatGP can't stick things in your head the way writing things in your own words will.)
I truly intended to read it, but the back half of semester is busy and I also had two language classes in a full course load and papers and...
I actually used it in an essay question on an exam. Brother Juniper reminded me of the holy Fool archetype from Buddhist writings. I could easily remember a bunch of illustrative stories from class discussion I could use as evidence. I got a perfect score. She could not tell I hadn't read it.
I meant to read it over break, I really did, but there was a bunch of more interesting reading to do and breaks are always too short.
Over the ourse of the last wo under grad years and my medieval Masters program, it was a bout 50/50 it'd get assigned in whole or in part for one class or another, across multiple proffs.
The second time, i didn't even try to read it, but my hand was up in class with relevant comments and opinions. I'd casually reference something in a paper or essay here appropriate. A year went by and then another.
Eventually about a decade after it was first assigned i sold my copy away having never cracked it open.
I am convinced none of the people who assigned this book ever had a clue i hadn't read it.
I am not convinced this was cheating. I knew the information. The information was correct and i was using it correctly with my own spin.
My quality notetaking, my skill at chunking information with other disparate information, my skills at writing essays and papers, all of that was mine from long practice.
My brain doing the work.
LLM stuff slides right through you like olestra. It doesn't give you skills and it's such a passive way to do anything. Active note taking, active thinking, active writing, that builds skills.
Peter has had a really, really bad week. All he wants is a break, a night where nothing bad happens and he can do nothing at all. Of course, nothing bad happens includes his brain not acting up either, so here he is-
Lying on the floor of his room in the Avengers Tower, as drunk as a mutant super soldier is able to get, staring at the ceiling. The alcohol didn't do anything but slow down his still horrible thoughts. Better than nothing, he supposes.
Obviously he didn't get drunk in the Tower- FRIDAY would have immediately notified literally everyone. No, he took a nice bourbon bottle he was gifted by a bar owner he saved and chugged it in his lonely apartment before deciding to go to his room in the Tower because he only keeps the stuff he needs for when he doesn't want to be around anyone in his apartment and that isn't nice while drunk.
What he didn't anticipate in his inebriated state was that FRIDAY could detect his strange behavior and identify the pattern.
Tony had been worried. of course had had been worried. He knew Peter. And he knew he wasn't one to resort to alchohol. So he all but runs to his room when he gets the report from Friday. "Pete? What's going on, kid?"
Peter lifts his head up slightly from the floor, processing that Tony is there before a very obvious "Oh shit he knows" expression crosses his face, which he quickly attempts to school.
"Mr. Stark? Nothing, I'm good, just having floor time. What'd miss FRIDAY say?" He attempts casually, pushing himself up into a sitting position.
Tony gives him a pointed look that says 'don't even bother trying that with me.' "She said you were in distress, and considering hurting yourself," he answers.
Peter grumbles, "That's so not true..." he did not consider that he is being extremely self-destructive right now. But what he does know is that he isn't getting out of this by lying.
"I'm not even that drunk! I just wanted some quiet. Miss FRIDAY is a snitch." He huffs.
"FRIDAY is trained to be a snitch because you celarly can't be trusted to keep yourself safe," Tony replies bitingly, his worry seeping into snappish in his words.
Peter sighs, letting his head thunk back against the floor. This is not how he pictured his night going. All he wanted was quiet, just one night of it, but clearly this is going to turn into an argument because of Tony's worry. Peter never wants to argue with Tony on a good day, let alone during a depressive episode bad enough for him to take to underage drinking instead of his usual self-destructive patrolling until he can't move strategy. Tearing up won't do anything, don't cry, Peter, damnit.
"Yeah. Doesn't make it any better for me, though. Other than the whole not dying thing. But I'm not in 'critical condition' I don't think." He does air quotes, too exhausted, drunk, and emotional to filter himself at this point. Normally he'd never let Tony even think he has issues besides heroic guilt, but it's just too much to fake it right now.
"No, but you are drunk, which, truly, is an impressive feat given your metabolism," Tony replies snarkily. He knows he shouldn't be talking to him this way, but.. god. Looking at him drunk and depressed on his bedroom floor, all Tony sees is himself, and he hates that Peter would ever feel even remotely similar.
Peter snorts. Tony is entirely correct, which makes this hilarious. "It really is. Thank God the bourbon that guy gave me was high proof, or I would've needed more than one bottle." He pauses, realizing he really shouldn't have said anything like that, but it's too late now.
"Damn. I sound really pathetic right now, don't I? Eugh. I'd say ignore what I just said, but you won't."
Tony clenches his jaw. "You sound like someone starting on a very long, very painful road that I'd rather steer you clear of. What the hell happpened, kid? Why are you drinking?"
Peter lets out a long breath. Normally he wouldn't in a million years answer that, he'd never let Tony for a moment think that he's under too much pressure- he loves being Spider-Man, he does, but sometimes things get bad and patrolling until he can't move only makes it worse instead of better.
"It's just- I really wouldn't normally do this, I'm not like that, you know I'm not, but sometimes everything is too much and I just need my stupid fucking super-senses turned down for just a while so I can lie down on the floor and just exist, just for a little bit. Normally the mask helps, but right now all Karen would be doing is telling me a million different things that are going wrong that I need to go fix. It's not like I go out of my way to drink or anything, I just had the bottle because of that bar owner guy I saved and I know how alcohol works and I figured now is kind of the only occasion I'd ever need it." He's talking too much, he shouldn't be saying all of this, but he's drunk and exhausted and he loves his mentor as much as he would love his father and he trusts him too much.
Tony comes and sits down beside Peter. He's tentative with physical affection still, probably always will be, honestly, but he wraps an arm around the boy's shoulders anyway. He pushes away the urge to lecture. "I know it's a lot. We can shut off the lights, program a blackout mode for you, okay? I can help you."
Peter curls into him, sniffling slightly. God, he's a mess. He's glad he's at least not drunk enough to start crying all over his mentor, he would never forgive himself for that. "I'm sorry, Mr. Stark. I shouldn't a' done this. And I especially shouldn't of come to the Tower after and let FRIDAY tell you and make you worry. You don't have to do any of that stuff." He mumbles, shame kicking in as he's slowly starting to sober up. Good lord, his metabolism goes through everything way too fast.
Tony gently rubs his hand up and down his arm. That was soothing, right? "I'm frankly glad that you came to the Tower instead of staying way," he admits. "Though I'm not pleased with the whole black out drunk part."
Peter melts into the ministrations- for someone who saves people every day, the boy is damn touch-starved. It's Tony time right now, so what he's saying doesn't particularly really matter. He isn't mad. He wants Peter around. At least, that's what he's reassured Peter before a million times.
"'M not blackout drunk. Just fuzzy. No more hearing five blocks away."
To make the understatement of the century, it had been a rough few weeks. More accurately, it had been a few weeks from Hell, and Tony was drowning. Everything that could go wrong, did, and everyone who shouldn't pop up in his life decided to visit.
In fact, it had been an awful enough time, that Tony went to an AA meeting for the first time in close to a year. He steps out of the meeting hall, all tired eyes and a heavy slump to his shoulders, and stumbles against-- "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Uh, I was looking for you because you weren't at the lab, and FRIDAY told me you were here, so I came." Peter mumbles, his moments ago bright demeanor flickering slightly at Tony's mood.
He guesses he probably shouldn't have come to find Tony- he hadn't asked FRIDAY what this meeting was about, just went straight to find his mentor.
"I'm sorry if it's a bad time, Mr. Stark, I didn't know this was an important meeting. I- I can go back to my apartment! Or on patrol!" He quickly offers up, smiling awkwardly.
Tony blinks slowly. Regretting the snappish way he had spoken to Peter; he really was just in an awful mood. Peter hasn't seen him this rattled since... well, probably ever. His eyes are heavy with exhaustion. "No, it's fine," he says tiredly. "What did you need, kid?" Maybe he can distract himself.
Peter chews the inside of his bottom lip anxiously before he replies- he never likes bothering any adults he cares about, but Tony is asking, so...
"Well you're usually in the lab right now so I was just wanting to hang out but you weren't there so I was kinda worried? But miss FRIDAY told me you were busy and said you were here so I wanted to wait outside to see if you were still busy after this and if you are that's totally fine-" Peter rambles, like he always does when he's nervous or excited, hands moving animatedly with his speaking.
Tony sighs, and pinches the bridge of his nose, not in exasperation, but as if it will help keep the headache forming in his skull at bay. "I can hang out," he answrs. He souldn't be alone.
Peter looks surprised but excited, "Really? You mean it? It's okay if you don't want to, you're probably really tired after whatever that meeting was. Meetings suck." He speaks nervously at first, but Tony is his favorite person, so he easily shifts to absentminded teenager logic.
He tilts his head slightly at how Tony is acting, recognizing the movement from whenever he himself gets headaches- mostly sensory headaches, but headaches nonetheless.
"I heard if you have a sinus headache you should press just below the start of your eyebrows on both eyes, it helps the sinus drain. But whatever headache it is you should probably drink some water."
"Meetings do suck," Tony agrees. He's trying not to be short with Peter. It's not his fault that Tony was such a mess, nor that he caught him on such a spectacularly bad night of the week.
He looks at him out of the corner of his eye. "That's sweet, Pete, but I don't think water is going to help with this particualr headache."
"Oh." Peter says, a bit dejectedly, but he always wants to help- of course he knows he can't fix everything, but he can do his best.
"I have Advil, if you want some. I used to take three before I got my powers because May says my mom was a redhead, so I have resistance or something. I don't know what color your mom's hair was, but you look the same hurt I used to, so I think three would be fine for you if you want it." Peter has always had a problem of talking too much, hasn't he? But Tony has always said he doesn't mind, so Peter doesn't stumble about blabbering so much. He would ask Tony if he's hungry, since he knows eating can help with headaches too, but he can't exactly treat Tony to something, and he doesn't want to seem selfish.
"Sorry. It's not your fault." He tries a smile, but it coems out more of a grimace.
Tony does give a jerky nod, though. "I could go for a burger," he says. "Greasy cheeseburgers too. Don't suppose you're up for some food?" he asks. He wants company.
"You know that's always speaking my language, Mr. Stark." Peter says with a grin. He's really glad Tony's going to get some food in him, maybe it'll make him feel a bit better. And Peter gets something to eat out of it too, score- he's always hungry. He also really wants to be around his mentor right now. Who knew powers don't cure the human need for connection?
That, at least, pulls a genuine smile from Tony. "There's a burger place in walking distance from here," he says, because there is no way in hell he's getting in his car for.... reasons.
Peter beams, he's ecstatic Tony is happy, "Cool! That sounds amazing. I know Queens better than Manhattan so you can lead the way." He says excitedly, shifting his weight to his toes, then his heels, before he goes back to standing normally, waiting for Tony to start walking.
Tony nods. "Sure thing, Pete." He starts walking in the opposite direction, glad for the lack of questioning, and leading Peter towards the burger place. It's not his favourite one, but it's good enough for right now.
Peter follows behind, excited to spend lunch with his mentor- even if it's not exactly lunchtime. He decides not to talk so much anymore for right now. While he knows Tony doesn't mind his rambling, he does have a headache right now, and if Peter had a headache and someone tried to yap his ear off he would attempt to explode them with his mind.
Tony appreciates the silence as they order. Eventually, though, it starts to get to him. His foot taps incessantly against the ground. "So. What brought you here?" He asks, clearly forgetting he'd already done so.
Peter blinks, but he supposes he forgets things too. He's also realizing that he's very much In Public With His Celebrity Mentor Outside Of Spider-Man Suit and is starting to get a little anxious because they're getting stares. He shifts uncomfortably, pulling his hood over his head and doing his best not to glance around, trying to just focus on Tony. Don't pay attention to the whispers, it's okay.
"Well, you weren't in the lab, so I asked miss FRIDAY where you were and she said you were where we were earlier, so I went because I wanted to see you." He explains again- not mentioning that he already explained this before, because he knows that whenever someone tells himself that he's already asked that he gets embarrassed, so he doesn't want Tony to be embarrassed like that.
To make the understatement of the century, it had been a rough few weeks. More accurately, it had been a few weeks from Hell, and Tony was drowning. Everything that could go wrong, did, and everyone who shouldn't pop up in his life decided to visit.
In fact, it had been an awful enough time, that Tony went to an AA meeting for the first time in close to a year. He steps out of the meeting hall, all tired eyes and a heavy slump to his shoulders, and stumbles against-- "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Uh, I was looking for you because you weren't at the lab, and FRIDAY told me you were here, so I came." Peter mumbles, his moments ago bright demeanor flickering slightly at Tony's mood.
He guesses he probably shouldn't have come to find Tony- he hadn't asked FRIDAY what this meeting was about, just went straight to find his mentor.
"I'm sorry if it's a bad time, Mr. Stark, I didn't know this was an important meeting. I- I can go back to my apartment! Or on patrol!" He quickly offers up, smiling awkwardly.
Tony blinks slowly. Regretting the snappish way he had spoken to Peter; he really was just in an awful mood. Peter hasn't seen him this rattled since... well, probably ever. His eyes are heavy with exhaustion. "No, it's fine," he says tiredly. "What did you need, kid?" Maybe he can distract himself.
Peter chews the inside of his bottom lip anxiously before he replies- he never likes bothering any adults he cares about, but Tony is asking, so...
"Well you're usually in the lab right now so I was just wanting to hang out but you weren't there so I was kinda worried? But miss FRIDAY told me you were busy and said you were here so I wanted to wait outside to see if you were still busy after this and if you are that's totally fine-" Peter rambles, like he always does when he's nervous or excited, hands moving animatedly with his speaking.
Tony sighs, and pinches the bridge of his nose, not in exasperation, but as if it will help keep the headache forming in his skull at bay. "I can hang out," he answrs. He souldn't be alone.
Peter looks surprised but excited, "Really? You mean it? It's okay if you don't want to, you're probably really tired after whatever that meeting was. Meetings suck." He speaks nervously at first, but Tony is his favorite person, so he easily shifts to absentminded teenager logic.
He tilts his head slightly at how Tony is acting, recognizing the movement from whenever he himself gets headaches- mostly sensory headaches, but headaches nonetheless.
"I heard if you have a sinus headache you should press just below the start of your eyebrows on both eyes, it helps the sinus drain. But whatever headache it is you should probably drink some water."
"Meetings do suck," Tony agrees. He's trying not to be short with Peter. It's not his fault that Tony was such a mess, nor that he caught him on such a spectacularly bad night of the week.
He looks at him out of the corner of his eye. "That's sweet, Pete, but I don't think water is going to help with this particualr headache."
"Oh." Peter says, a bit dejectedly, but he always wants to help- of course he knows he can't fix everything, but he can do his best.
"I have Advil, if you want some. I used to take three before I got my powers because May says my mom was a redhead, so I have resistance or something. I don't know what color your mom's hair was, but you look the same hurt I used to, so I think three would be fine for you if you want it." Peter has always had a problem of talking too much, hasn't he? But Tony has always said he doesn't mind, so Peter doesn't stumble about blabbering so much. He would ask Tony if he's hungry, since he knows eating can help with headaches too, but he can't exactly treat Tony to something, and he doesn't want to seem selfish.
"Sorry. It's not your fault." He tries a smile, but it coems out more of a grimace.
Tony does give a jerky nod, though. "I could go for a burger," he says. "Greasy cheeseburgers too. Don't suppose you're up for some food?" he asks. He wants company.
"You know that's always speaking my language, Mr. Stark." Peter says with a grin. He's really glad Tony's going to get some food in him, maybe it'll make him feel a bit better. And Peter gets something to eat out of it too, score- he's always hungry. He also really wants to be around his mentor right now. Who knew powers don't cure the human need for connection?
That, at least, pulls a genuine smile from Tony. "There's a burger place in walking distance from here," he says, because there is no way in hell he's getting in his car for.... reasons.
Peter beams, he's ecstatic Tony is happy, "Cool! That sounds amazing. I know Queens better than Manhattan so you can lead the way." He says excitedly, shifting his weight to his toes, then his heels, before he goes back to standing normally, waiting for Tony to start walking.
Tony nods. "Sure thing, Pete." He starts walking in the opposite direction, glad for the lack of questioning, and leading Peter towards the burger place. It's not his favourite one, but it's good enough for right now.
Peter follows behind, excited to spend lunch with his mentor- even if it's not exactly lunchtime. He decides not to talk so much anymore for right now. While he knows Tony doesn't mind his rambling, he does have a headache right now, and if Peter had a headache and someone tried to yap his ear off he would attempt to explode them with his mind.
Peter has had a really, really bad week. All he wants is a break, a night where nothing bad happens and he can do nothing at all. Of course, nothing bad happens includes his brain not acting up either, so here he is-
Lying on the floor of his room in the Avengers Tower, as drunk as a mutant super soldier is able to get, staring at the ceiling. The alcohol didn't do anything but slow down his still horrible thoughts. Better than nothing, he supposes.
Obviously he didn't get drunk in the Tower- FRIDAY would have immediately notified literally everyone. No, he took a nice bourbon bottle he was gifted by a bar owner he saved and chugged it in his lonely apartment before deciding to go to his room in the Tower because he only keeps the stuff he needs for when he doesn't want to be around anyone in his apartment and that isn't nice while drunk.
What he didn't anticipate in his inebriated state was that FRIDAY could detect his strange behavior and identify the pattern.
Tony had been worried. of course had had been worried. He knew Peter. And he knew he wasn't one to resort to alchohol. So he all but runs to his room when he gets the report from Friday. "Pete? What's going on, kid?"
Peter lifts his head up slightly from the floor, processing that Tony is there before a very obvious "Oh shit he knows" expression crosses his face, which he quickly attempts to school.
"Mr. Stark? Nothing, I'm good, just having floor time. What'd miss FRIDAY say?" He attempts casually, pushing himself up into a sitting position.
Tony gives him a pointed look that says 'don't even bother trying that with me.' "She said you were in distress, and considering hurting yourself," he answers.
Peter grumbles, "That's so not true..." he did not consider that he is being extremely self-destructive right now. But what he does know is that he isn't getting out of this by lying.
"I'm not even that drunk! I just wanted some quiet. Miss FRIDAY is a snitch." He huffs.
"FRIDAY is trained to be a snitch because you celarly can't be trusted to keep yourself safe," Tony replies bitingly, his worry seeping into snappish in his words.
Peter sighs, letting his head thunk back against the floor. This is not how he pictured his night going. All he wanted was quiet, just one night of it, but clearly this is going to turn into an argument because of Tony's worry. Peter never wants to argue with Tony on a good day, let alone during a depressive episode bad enough for him to take to underage drinking instead of his usual self-destructive patrolling until he can't move strategy. Tearing up won't do anything, don't cry, Peter, damnit.
"Yeah. Doesn't make it any better for me, though. Other than the whole not dying thing. But I'm not in 'critical condition' I don't think." He does air quotes, too exhausted, drunk, and emotional to filter himself at this point. Normally he'd never let Tony even think he has issues besides heroic guilt, but it's just too much to fake it right now.
"No, but you are drunk, which, truly, is an impressive feat given your metabolism," Tony replies snarkily. He knows he shouldn't be talking to him this way, but.. god. Looking at him drunk and depressed on his bedroom floor, all Tony sees is himself, and he hates that Peter would ever feel even remotely similar.
Peter snorts. Tony is entirely correct, which makes this hilarious. "It really is. Thank God the bourbon that guy gave me was high proof, or I would've needed more than one bottle." He pauses, realizing he really shouldn't have said anything like that, but it's too late now.
"Damn. I sound really pathetic right now, don't I? Eugh. I'd say ignore what I just said, but you won't."
Tony clenches his jaw. "You sound like someone starting on a very long, very painful road that I'd rather steer you clear of. What the hell happpened, kid? Why are you drinking?"
Peter lets out a long breath. Normally he wouldn't in a million years answer that, he'd never let Tony for a moment think that he's under too much pressure- he loves being Spider-Man, he does, but sometimes things get bad and patrolling until he can't move only makes it worse instead of better.
"It's just- I really wouldn't normally do this, I'm not like that, you know I'm not, but sometimes everything is too much and I just need my stupid fucking super-senses turned down for just a while so I can lie down on the floor and just exist, just for a little bit. Normally the mask helps, but right now all Karen would be doing is telling me a million different things that are going wrong that I need to go fix. It's not like I go out of my way to drink or anything, I just had the bottle because of that bar owner guy I saved and I know how alcohol works and I figured now is kind of the only occasion I'd ever need it." He's talking too much, he shouldn't be saying all of this, but he's drunk and exhausted and he loves his mentor as much as he would love his father and he trusts him too much.
Tony comes and sits down beside Peter. He's tentative with physical affection still, probably always will be, honestly, but he wraps an arm around the boy's shoulders anyway. He pushes away the urge to lecture. "I know it's a lot. We can shut off the lights, program a blackout mode for you, okay? I can help you."
Peter curls into him, sniffling slightly. God, he's a mess. He's glad he's at least not drunk enough to start crying all over his mentor, he would never forgive himself for that. "I'm sorry, Mr. Stark. I shouldn't a' done this. And I especially shouldn't of come to the Tower after and let FRIDAY tell you and make you worry. You don't have to do any of that stuff." He mumbles, shame kicking in as he's slowly starting to sober up. Good lord, his metabolism goes through everything way too fast.
Peter has had a really, really bad week. All he wants is a break, a night where nothing bad happens and he can do nothing at all. Of course, nothing bad happens includes his brain not acting up either, so here he is-
Lying on the floor of his room in the Avengers Tower, as drunk as a mutant super soldier is able to get, staring at the ceiling. The alcohol didn't do anything but slow down his still horrible thoughts. Better than nothing, he supposes.
Obviously he didn't get drunk in the Tower- FRIDAY would have immediately notified literally everyone. No, he took a nice bourbon bottle he was gifted by a bar owner he saved and chugged it in his lonely apartment before deciding to go to his room in the Tower because he only keeps the stuff he needs for when he doesn't want to be around anyone in his apartment and that isn't nice while drunk.
What he didn't anticipate in his inebriated state was that FRIDAY could detect his strange behavior and identify the pattern.
Tony had been worried. of course had had been worried. He knew Peter. And he knew he wasn't one to resort to alchohol. So he all but runs to his room when he gets the report from Friday. "Pete? What's going on, kid?"
Peter lifts his head up slightly from the floor, processing that Tony is there before a very obvious "Oh shit he knows" expression crosses his face, which he quickly attempts to school.
"Mr. Stark? Nothing, I'm good, just having floor time. What'd miss FRIDAY say?" He attempts casually, pushing himself up into a sitting position.
Tony gives him a pointed look that says 'don't even bother trying that with me.' "She said you were in distress, and considering hurting yourself," he answers.
Peter grumbles, "That's so not true..." he did not consider that he is being extremely self-destructive right now. But what he does know is that he isn't getting out of this by lying.
"I'm not even that drunk! I just wanted some quiet. Miss FRIDAY is a snitch." He huffs.
"FRIDAY is trained to be a snitch because you celarly can't be trusted to keep yourself safe," Tony replies bitingly, his worry seeping into snappish in his words.
Peter sighs, letting his head thunk back against the floor. This is not how he pictured his night going. All he wanted was quiet, just one night of it, but clearly this is going to turn into an argument because of Tony's worry. Peter never wants to argue with Tony on a good day, let alone during a depressive episode bad enough for him to take to underage drinking instead of his usual self-destructive patrolling until he can't move strategy. Tearing up won't do anything, don't cry, Peter, damnit.
"Yeah. Doesn't make it any better for me, though. Other than the whole not dying thing. But I'm not in 'critical condition' I don't think." He does air quotes, too exhausted, drunk, and emotional to filter himself at this point. Normally he'd never let Tony even think he has issues besides heroic guilt, but it's just too much to fake it right now.
"No, but you are drunk, which, truly, is an impressive feat given your metabolism," Tony replies snarkily. He knows he shouldn't be talking to him this way, but.. god. Looking at him drunk and depressed on his bedroom floor, all Tony sees is himself, and he hates that Peter would ever feel even remotely similar.
Peter snorts. Tony is entirely correct, which makes this hilarious. "It really is. Thank God the bourbon that guy gave me was high proof, or I would've needed more than one bottle." He pauses, realizing he really shouldn't have said anything like that, but it's too late now.
"Damn. I sound really pathetic right now, don't I? Eugh. I'd say ignore what I just said, but you won't."
Tony clenches his jaw. "You sound like someone starting on a very long, very painful road that I'd rather steer you clear of. What the hell happpened, kid? Why are you drinking?"
Peter lets out a long breath. Normally he wouldn't in a million years answer that, he'd never let Tony for a moment think that he's under too much pressure- he loves being Spider-Man, he does, but sometimes things get bad and patrolling until he can't move only makes it worse instead of better.
"It's just- I really wouldn't normally do this, I'm not like that, you know I'm not, but sometimes everything is too much and I just need my stupid fucking super-senses turned down for just a while so I can lie down on the floor and just exist, just for a little bit. Normally the mask helps, but right now all Karen would be doing is telling me a million different things that are going wrong that I need to go fix. It's not like I go out of my way to drink or anything, I just had the bottle because of that bar owner guy I saved and I know how alcohol works and I figured now is kind of the only occasion I'd ever need it." He's talking too much, he shouldn't be saying all of this, but he's drunk and exhausted and he loves his mentor as much as he would love his father and he trusts him too much.
To make the understatement of the century, it had been a rough few weeks. More accurately, it had been a few weeks from Hell, and Tony was drowning. Everything that could go wrong, did, and everyone who shouldn't pop up in his life decided to visit.
In fact, it had been an awful enough time, that Tony went to an AA meeting for the first time in close to a year. He steps out of the meeting hall, all tired eyes and a heavy slump to his shoulders, and stumbles against-- "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Uh, I was looking for you because you weren't at the lab, and FRIDAY told me you were here, so I came." Peter mumbles, his moments ago bright demeanor flickering slightly at Tony's mood.
He guesses he probably shouldn't have come to find Tony- he hadn't asked FRIDAY what this meeting was about, just went straight to find his mentor.
"I'm sorry if it's a bad time, Mr. Stark, I didn't know this was an important meeting. I- I can go back to my apartment! Or on patrol!" He quickly offers up, smiling awkwardly.
Tony blinks slowly. Regretting the snappish way he had spoken to Peter; he really was just in an awful mood. Peter hasn't seen him this rattled since... well, probably ever. His eyes are heavy with exhaustion. "No, it's fine," he says tiredly. "What did you need, kid?" Maybe he can distract himself.
Peter chews the inside of his bottom lip anxiously before he replies- he never likes bothering any adults he cares about, but Tony is asking, so...
"Well you're usually in the lab right now so I was just wanting to hang out but you weren't there so I was kinda worried? But miss FRIDAY told me you were busy and said you were here so I wanted to wait outside to see if you were still busy after this and if you are that's totally fine-" Peter rambles, like he always does when he's nervous or excited, hands moving animatedly with his speaking.
Tony sighs, and pinches the bridge of his nose, not in exasperation, but as if it will help keep the headache forming in his skull at bay. "I can hang out," he answrs. He souldn't be alone.
Peter looks surprised but excited, "Really? You mean it? It's okay if you don't want to, you're probably really tired after whatever that meeting was. Meetings suck." He speaks nervously at first, but Tony is his favorite person, so he easily shifts to absentminded teenager logic.
He tilts his head slightly at how Tony is acting, recognizing the movement from whenever he himself gets headaches- mostly sensory headaches, but headaches nonetheless.
"I heard if you have a sinus headache you should press just below the start of your eyebrows on both eyes, it helps the sinus drain. But whatever headache it is you should probably drink some water."
"Meetings do suck," Tony agrees. He's trying not to be short with Peter. It's not his fault that Tony was such a mess, nor that he caught him on such a spectacularly bad night of the week.
He looks at him out of the corner of his eye. "That's sweet, Pete, but I don't think water is going to help with this particualr headache."
"Oh." Peter says, a bit dejectedly, but he always wants to help- of course he knows he can't fix everything, but he can do his best.
"I have Advil, if you want some. I used to take three before I got my powers because May says my mom was a redhead, so I have resistance or something. I don't know what color your mom's hair was, but you look the same hurt I used to, so I think three would be fine for you if you want it." Peter has always had a problem of talking too much, hasn't he? But Tony has always said he doesn't mind, so Peter doesn't stumble about blabbering so much. He would ask Tony if he's hungry, since he knows eating can help with headaches too, but he can't exactly treat Tony to something, and he doesn't want to seem selfish.
"Sorry. It's not your fault." He tries a smile, but it coems out more of a grimace.
Tony does give a jerky nod, though. "I could go for a burger," he says. "Greasy cheeseburgers too. Don't suppose you're up for some food?" he asks. He wants company.
"You know that's always speaking my language, Mr. Stark." Peter says with a grin. He's really glad Tony's going to get some food in him, maybe it'll make him feel a bit better. And Peter gets something to eat out of it too, score- he's always hungry. He also really wants to be around his mentor right now. Who knew powers don't cure the human need for connection?
That, at least, pulls a genuine smile from Tony. "There's a burger place in walking distance from here," he says, because there is no way in hell he's getting in his car for.... reasons.
Peter beams, he's ecstatic Tony is happy, "Cool! That sounds amazing. I know Queens better than Manhattan so you can lead the way." He says excitedly, shifting his weight to his toes, then his heels, before he goes back to standing normally, waiting for Tony to start walking.
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To make the understatement of the century, it had been a rough few weeks. More accurately, it had been a few weeks from Hell, and Tony was drowning. Everything that could go wrong, did, and everyone who shouldn't pop up in his life decided to visit.
In fact, it had been an awful enough time, that Tony went to an AA meeting for the first time in close to a year. He steps out of the meeting hall, all tired eyes and a heavy slump to his shoulders, and stumbles against-- "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Uh, I was looking for you because you weren't at the lab, and FRIDAY told me you were here, so I came." Peter mumbles, his moments ago bright demeanor flickering slightly at Tony's mood.
He guesses he probably shouldn't have come to find Tony- he hadn't asked FRIDAY what this meeting was about, just went straight to find his mentor.
"I'm sorry if it's a bad time, Mr. Stark, I didn't know this was an important meeting. I- I can go back to my apartment! Or on patrol!" He quickly offers up, smiling awkwardly.
Tony blinks slowly. Regretting the snappish way he had spoken to Peter; he really was just in an awful mood. Peter hasn't seen him this rattled since... well, probably ever. His eyes are heavy with exhaustion. "No, it's fine," he says tiredly. "What did you need, kid?" Maybe he can distract himself.
Peter chews the inside of his bottom lip anxiously before he replies- he never likes bothering any adults he cares about, but Tony is asking, so...
"Well you're usually in the lab right now so I was just wanting to hang out but you weren't there so I was kinda worried? But miss FRIDAY told me you were busy and said you were here so I wanted to wait outside to see if you were still busy after this and if you are that's totally fine-" Peter rambles, like he always does when he's nervous or excited, hands moving animatedly with his speaking.
Tony sighs, and pinches the bridge of his nose, not in exasperation, but as if it will help keep the headache forming in his skull at bay. "I can hang out," he answrs. He souldn't be alone.
Peter looks surprised but excited, "Really? You mean it? It's okay if you don't want to, you're probably really tired after whatever that meeting was. Meetings suck." He speaks nervously at first, but Tony is his favorite person, so he easily shifts to absentminded teenager logic.
He tilts his head slightly at how Tony is acting, recognizing the movement from whenever he himself gets headaches- mostly sensory headaches, but headaches nonetheless.
"I heard if you have a sinus headache you should press just below the start of your eyebrows on both eyes, it helps the sinus drain. But whatever headache it is you should probably drink some water."
"Meetings do suck," Tony agrees. He's trying not to be short with Peter. It's not his fault that Tony was such a mess, nor that he caught him on such a spectacularly bad night of the week.
He looks at him out of the corner of his eye. "That's sweet, Pete, but I don't think water is going to help with this particualr headache."
"Oh." Peter says, a bit dejectedly, but he always wants to help- of course he knows he can't fix everything, but he can do his best.
"I have Advil, if you want some. I used to take three before I got my powers because May says my mom was a redhead, so I have resistance or something. I don't know what color your mom's hair was, but you look the same hurt I used to, so I think three would be fine for you if you want it." Peter has always had a problem of talking too much, hasn't he? But Tony has always said he doesn't mind, so Peter doesn't stumble about blabbering so much. He would ask Tony if he's hungry, since he knows eating can help with headaches too, but he can't exactly treat Tony to something, and he doesn't want to seem selfish.
"Sorry. It's not your fault." He tries a smile, but it coems out more of a grimace.
Tony does give a jerky nod, though. "I could go for a burger," he says. "Greasy cheeseburgers too. Don't suppose you're up for some food?" he asks. He wants company.
"You know that's always speaking my language, Mr. Stark." Peter says with a grin. He's really glad Tony's going to get some food in him, maybe it'll make him feel a bit better. And Peter gets something to eat out of it too, score- he's always hungry. He also really wants to be around his mentor right now. Who knew powers don't cure the human need for connection?
Peter has had a really, really bad week. All he wants is a break, a night where nothing bad happens and he can do nothing at all. Of course, nothing bad happens includes his brain not acting up either, so here he is-
Lying on the floor of his room in the Avengers Tower, as drunk as a mutant super soldier is able to get, staring at the ceiling. The alcohol didn't do anything but slow down his still horrible thoughts. Better than nothing, he supposes.
Obviously he didn't get drunk in the Tower- FRIDAY would have immediately notified literally everyone. No, he took a nice bourbon bottle he was gifted by a bar owner he saved and chugged it in his lonely apartment before deciding to go to his room in the Tower because he only keeps the stuff he needs for when he doesn't want to be around anyone in his apartment and that isn't nice while drunk.
What he didn't anticipate in his inebriated state was that FRIDAY could detect his strange behavior and identify the pattern.
Tony had been worried. of course had had been worried. He knew Peter. And he knew he wasn't one to resort to alchohol. So he all but runs to his room when he gets the report from Friday. "Pete? What's going on, kid?"
Peter lifts his head up slightly from the floor, processing that Tony is there before a very obvious "Oh shit he knows" expression crosses his face, which he quickly attempts to school.
"Mr. Stark? Nothing, I'm good, just having floor time. What'd miss FRIDAY say?" He attempts casually, pushing himself up into a sitting position.
Tony gives him a pointed look that says 'don't even bother trying that with me.' "She said you were in distress, and considering hurting yourself," he answers.
Peter grumbles, "That's so not true..." he did not consider that he is being extremely self-destructive right now. But what he does know is that he isn't getting out of this by lying.
"I'm not even that drunk! I just wanted some quiet. Miss FRIDAY is a snitch." He huffs.
"FRIDAY is trained to be a snitch because you celarly can't be trusted to keep yourself safe," Tony replies bitingly, his worry seeping into snappish in his words.
Peter sighs, letting his head thunk back against the floor. This is not how he pictured his night going. All he wanted was quiet, just one night of it, but clearly this is going to turn into an argument because of Tony's worry. Peter never wants to argue with Tony on a good day, let alone during a depressive episode bad enough for him to take to underage drinking instead of his usual self-destructive patrolling until he can't move strategy. Tearing up won't do anything, don't cry, Peter, damnit.
"Yeah. Doesn't make it any better for me, though. Other than the whole not dying thing. But I'm not in 'critical condition' I don't think." He does air quotes, too exhausted, drunk, and emotional to filter himself at this point. Normally he'd never let Tony even think he has issues besides heroic guilt, but it's just too much to fake it right now.
"No, but you are drunk, which, truly, is an impressive feat given your metabolism," Tony replies snarkily. He knows he shouldn't be talking to him this way, but.. god. Looking at him drunk and depressed on his bedroom floor, all Tony sees is himself, and he hates that Peter would ever feel even remotely similar.
Peter snorts. Tony is entirely correct, which makes this hilarious. "It really is. Thank God the bourbon that guy gave me was high proof, or I would've needed more than one bottle." He pauses, realizing he really shouldn't have said anything like that, but it's too late now.
"Damn. I sound really pathetic right now, don't I? Eugh. I'd say ignore what I just said, but you won't."
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Peter has had a really, really bad week. All he wants is a break, a night where nothing bad happens and he can do nothing at all. Of course, nothing bad happens includes his brain not acting up either, so here he is-
Lying on the floor of his room in the Avengers Tower, as drunk as a mutant super soldier is able to get, staring at the ceiling. The alcohol didn't do anything but slow down his still horrible thoughts. Better than nothing, he supposes.
Obviously he didn't get drunk in the Tower- FRIDAY would have immediately notified literally everyone. No, he took a nice bourbon bottle he was gifted by a bar owner he saved and chugged it in his lonely apartment before deciding to go to his room in the Tower because he only keeps the stuff he needs for when he doesn't want to be around anyone in his apartment and that isn't nice while drunk.
What he didn't anticipate in his inebriated state was that FRIDAY could detect his strange behavior and identify the pattern.
Tony had been worried. of course had had been worried. He knew Peter. And he knew he wasn't one to resort to alchohol. So he all but runs to his room when he gets the report from Friday. "Pete? What's going on, kid?"
Peter lifts his head up slightly from the floor, processing that Tony is there before a very obvious "Oh shit he knows" expression crosses his face, which he quickly attempts to school.
"Mr. Stark? Nothing, I'm good, just having floor time. What'd miss FRIDAY say?" He attempts casually, pushing himself up into a sitting position.
Tony gives him a pointed look that says 'don't even bother trying that with me.' "She said you were in distress, and considering hurting yourself," he answers.
Peter grumbles, "That's so not true..." he did not consider that he is being extremely self-destructive right now. But what he does know is that he isn't getting out of this by lying.
"I'm not even that drunk! I just wanted some quiet. Miss FRIDAY is a snitch." He huffs.
"FRIDAY is trained to be a snitch because you celarly can't be trusted to keep yourself safe," Tony replies bitingly, his worry seeping into snappish in his words.
Peter sighs, letting his head thunk back against the floor. This is not how he pictured his night going. All he wanted was quiet, just one night of it, but clearly this is going to turn into an argument because of Tony's worry. Peter never wants to argue with Tony on a good day, let alone during a depressive episode bad enough for him to take to underage drinking instead of his usual self-destructive patrolling until he can't move strategy. Tearing up won't do anything, don't cry, Peter, damnit.
"Yeah. Doesn't make it any better for me, though. Other than the whole not dying thing. But I'm not in 'critical condition' I don't think." He does air quotes, too exhausted, drunk, and emotional to filter himself at this point. Normally he'd never let Tony even think he has issues besides heroic guilt, but it's just too much to fake it right now.
To make the understatement of the century, it had been a rough few weeks. More accurately, it had been a few weeks from Hell, and Tony was drowning. Everything that could go wrong, did, and everyone who shouldn't pop up in his life decided to visit.
In fact, it had been an awful enough time, that Tony went to an AA meeting for the first time in close to a year. He steps out of the meeting hall, all tired eyes and a heavy slump to his shoulders, and stumbles against-- "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Uh, I was looking for you because you weren't at the lab, and FRIDAY told me you were here, so I came." Peter mumbles, his moments ago bright demeanor flickering slightly at Tony's mood.
He guesses he probably shouldn't have come to find Tony- he hadn't asked FRIDAY what this meeting was about, just went straight to find his mentor.
"I'm sorry if it's a bad time, Mr. Stark, I didn't know this was an important meeting. I- I can go back to my apartment! Or on patrol!" He quickly offers up, smiling awkwardly.
Tony blinks slowly. Regretting the snappish way he had spoken to Peter; he really was just in an awful mood. Peter hasn't seen him this rattled since... well, probably ever. His eyes are heavy with exhaustion. "No, it's fine," he says tiredly. "What did you need, kid?" Maybe he can distract himself.
Peter chews the inside of his bottom lip anxiously before he replies- he never likes bothering any adults he cares about, but Tony is asking, so...
"Well you're usually in the lab right now so I was just wanting to hang out but you weren't there so I was kinda worried? But miss FRIDAY told me you were busy and said you were here so I wanted to wait outside to see if you were still busy after this and if you are that's totally fine-" Peter rambles, like he always does when he's nervous or excited, hands moving animatedly with his speaking.
Tony sighs, and pinches the bridge of his nose, not in exasperation, but as if it will help keep the headache forming in his skull at bay. "I can hang out," he answrs. He souldn't be alone.
Peter looks surprised but excited, "Really? You mean it? It's okay if you don't want to, you're probably really tired after whatever that meeting was. Meetings suck." He speaks nervously at first, but Tony is his favorite person, so he easily shifts to absentminded teenager logic.
He tilts his head slightly at how Tony is acting, recognizing the movement from whenever he himself gets headaches- mostly sensory headaches, but headaches nonetheless.
"I heard if you have a sinus headache you should press just below the start of your eyebrows on both eyes, it helps the sinus drain. But whatever headache it is you should probably drink some water."
"Meetings do suck," Tony agrees. He's trying not to be short with Peter. It's not his fault that Tony was such a mess, nor that he caught him on such a spectacularly bad night of the week.
He looks at him out of the corner of his eye. "That's sweet, Pete, but I don't think water is going to help with this particualr headache."
"Oh." Peter says, a bit dejectedly, but he always wants to help- of course he knows he can't fix everything, but he can do his best.
"I have Advil, if you want some. I used to take three before I got my powers because May says my mom was a redhead, so I have resistance or something. I don't know what color your mom's hair was, but you look the same hurt I used to, so I think three would be fine for you if you want it." Peter has always had a problem of talking too much, hasn't he? But Tony has always said he doesn't mind, so Peter doesn't stumble about blabbering so much. He would ask Tony if he's hungry, since he knows eating can help with headaches too, but he can't exactly treat Tony to something, and he doesn't want to seem selfish.
It was a huge milestone of scientific and technological advancement. (Plus, at the time, politically significant). Humanity went to space! We set foot on a celestial body that was not earth for the first time in human history! That’s a big deal! I’ve never thought about it before but now that I have, it’s ridiculous to me that that’s not part of our everyday lives and the public consciousness anymore. Why don’t we have a public holiday and a family barbecue about it. Why have I never seen the original broadcast of the moon landing? It should be all over the news every year!
It’s July 20th. That’s the day of the moon landing. Next year is going to be the 54th anniversary. I’m ordering astronaut shaped cookie cutters on Etsy and I’m going to have a goddamn potluck. You’re all invited.
PITCH: We call it Moon Day, and then every 7 years when it falls on a Monday, that's an even BIGGER deal and we call that Moon Day Monday and go absolutely apeshit about it (the next Moon Day Monday is in 2026 so we have a couple trial runs first)
To make the understatement of the century, it had been a rough few weeks. More accurately, it had been a few weeks from Hell, and Tony was drowning. Everything that could go wrong, did, and everyone who shouldn't pop up in his life decided to visit.
In fact, it had been an awful enough time, that Tony went to an AA meeting for the first time in close to a year. He steps out of the meeting hall, all tired eyes and a heavy slump to his shoulders, and stumbles against-- "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Uh, I was looking for you because you weren't at the lab, and FRIDAY told me you were here, so I came." Peter mumbles, his moments ago bright demeanor flickering slightly at Tony's mood.
He guesses he probably shouldn't have come to find Tony- he hadn't asked FRIDAY what this meeting was about, just went straight to find his mentor.
"I'm sorry if it's a bad time, Mr. Stark, I didn't know this was an important meeting. I- I can go back to my apartment! Or on patrol!" He quickly offers up, smiling awkwardly.
Tony blinks slowly. Regretting the snappish way he had spoken to Peter; he really was just in an awful mood. Peter hasn't seen him this rattled since... well, probably ever. His eyes are heavy with exhaustion. "No, it's fine," he says tiredly. "What did you need, kid?" Maybe he can distract himself.
Peter chews the inside of his bottom lip anxiously before he replies- he never likes bothering any adults he cares about, but Tony is asking, so...
"Well you're usually in the lab right now so I was just wanting to hang out but you weren't there so I was kinda worried? But miss FRIDAY told me you were busy and said you were here so I wanted to wait outside to see if you were still busy after this and if you are that's totally fine-" Peter rambles, like he always does when he's nervous or excited, hands moving animatedly with his speaking.
Tony sighs, and pinches the bridge of his nose, not in exasperation, but as if it will help keep the headache forming in his skull at bay. "I can hang out," he answrs. He souldn't be alone.
Peter looks surprised but excited, "Really? You mean it? It's okay if you don't want to, you're probably really tired after whatever that meeting was. Meetings suck." He speaks nervously at first, but Tony is his favorite person, so he easily shifts to absentminded teenager logic.
He tilts his head slightly at how Tony is acting, recognizing the movement from whenever he himself gets headaches- mostly sensory headaches, but headaches nonetheless.
"I heard if you have a sinus headache you should press just below the start of your eyebrows on both eyes, it helps the sinus drain. But whatever headache it is you should probably drink some water."
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