“My mother seems to have accepted my being gay,” Alec said. “But my father — no, not really. Once he asked me what I thought had turned me gay.”
“I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider,” said Simon.
“Would that give me the proportional gayness of a spider?”
“Only if it was a really gay spider,' replied Magnus.
pride month edits - alec lightwood ( shadowhunter chronicles )
Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Happy Hogan, May Parker
Summary:
Peter really wasn’t looking forward to Friday, May was working and he already knew that Tony was going out of town because Lab and movie night were cancelled. He should just take the time to stay in and catch up on sleep. The problem was he couldn’t sleep because he couldn’t stop thinking, but he couldn’t think effectively because he needed sleep. The cycle was vicious and he wasn’t seeing a way out.
He looks up to find Tony watching him.“You know I’m going to St Louis. Why don’t you come with?”
“Go with you? I thought it was a business trip.”
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Peter stares into space, unfocused. He’s tired and everything he needs to do stretches out in front of him. Lately sleep has been hard to come by and the days are blurring together, even Spider-manning has lost some of its charm. He sighs.
“I’m sorry. Am I boring you?” Tony’s voice is teasing.
Peter blinks, eyes snapping back into focus. “Um, no. I'm not bored.” It was lab day, not that they’d accomplished much. The lethargy that had been plaguing Peter all week iswas still there sapping his creativity. He starts to offer up an excuse but settles for honesty. “I’m just... tired.”
Tony’s eyes darken with concern. “Yeah, May and I have been worried about that. Maybe it’s time for a break, Bud.”
Peter narrows his eyes a bit. He’s not sure how he feels about this new development where Tony and May consult on the regular about his welfare.
“So no school on Friday.” Tony ventures. “Happy said you’re o-ff.”
“Yeah, it’s a teacher work day.” He slumps forward, resting his cheek on his hand.
Peter really wasn’t looking forward to Friday, May was working and he already knew that Tony was going out of town because Lab and movie night were cancelled. He should just take the time to stay in and catch up on sleep. The problem was he couldn’t sleep because he couldn’t stop thinking, but he couldn’t think effectively because he needed sleep. The cycle was vicious and he wasn’t seeing a way out.
He looks up to find Tony watching him.“You know I’m going to St Louis. Why don’t you come with?”
“Go with you? I thought it was a business trip.”
“It is. All the more reason you should come along.”
Peter considers. Seeing the in and outs of running SI could be cool, but the travel sounds exhausting. “I’ll have to see what May thinks,” he mumbles out.
“She thinks it’s a good idea. “ Tony crosses his arms at Peter’s unimpressed look. “Might be fun to do a little light interning?” Tony’s phone chimes and he glances down. “Happy’s here.”
Peter stands, stretches and starts gathering his jacket and backpack. He’s not really sure where the afternoon’s gone.
Tony walks with him out to the garage, it’s something that’s started to become a bit of a tradition lately. “ See you bright and early on Friday. And, Pete, leave the suit at home.”
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Peter tries to go to bed early on Thursday, he really does. He only patrols to nine thirty , comes home, showers and packs his duffle.
He’s in bed by eleven but sleep won’t come. Tossing and turning well past midnight, he checks his phone again, up in three hours. He flips the screen down and passes out close to dawn.
By some miracle he’s awake at five thirty, grabs a quick breakfast and is downstairs ready when the black Bently pulls up to the curb. The door and trunk locks disengage.
“Quick! Get in.” Happy yells through the windows.
Peter barely has time to throw his bag in the open trunk and get the door shut before Happy’s veering back out into traffic. He peers at Peter in the rear view mirror. “Buckle up!”
“Ok, ok I‘m working on it.” Peter pulls the belt and snaps the buckle into place. “Where’s Mr. Stark?”
“He’s meeting us there.” Happy answers, accelerating through a yellow light.
Sometime later, they pull up in front of the private jet hanger. Peter hops out and waits while Happy grabs their bags. The jet sits on the tarmac, and it gives Peter flashbacks of another trip not so long ago. The steps to the passenger cabin lower and Happy hurries inside with the luggage only to poke his head out again.
“Can you tell Tony we’re ready to go? His stuff’s already here but I think he’s in the hanger.”
Peter looks over to the tan building waiting off. “Uh, sure.” He steps inside the open building and sure enough Tony is there, tapping away on his mobile.
“I thought you said no suits.” Peter gestures to the Iron Man suit standing in sentry mode over in the corner of the hanger.
“Do as I say not as I do.” Tony says flippantly, not looking up from his phone. “Anyway, he’s staying here.”
The fact that Tony always talked about each of his suits as if they were wayward children but also proclaimed them synonymous with himself privately amuses Peter. He looks fondly at the suit.
“So still not sleeping?” Peter looks up to find Tony’s gaze sweeping over his face.
“Not really.” He shrugs, he doesn’t want to get into it right now. “Happy says it’s time to go.”
Tony looks out at the jet. “Yeah, probably. Come on.”
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The flight time stretches out as Peter stares out the window. Mr. Stark mouths an apology but ends up spending most of the time on his phone. He can see Happy hunched over in the back, sending emails.
At least the WiFi is plentiful. Peter spends his time wisely watching tik toks and scrolling through tumblr. He wishes he could rest a little, but even as tired as he is, actual sleepiness seemed out of reach. The tiredness he carries lately is settled down deep in his bones and leaves him feeling like he’s taking tiny sips of rest when he really needs to drink deep. The resulting exhaustion sits heavy in his mind, weighing down his shoulders. Trying to ignore the feeling he stretches out, putting his feet on the seat across from him.
Slipping his earphones in affords him some semblance of privacy, He starts up his Spidey playlist and dives back into the wonders of the internet. He’s not really aware when he starts singing, until he launches into an energetic chorus and suddenly he remembers. He bolts upright to find the other two airplane occupants regarding him with everything from amusement to irritation. In fact, it was exactly those two reactions, amusement and irritation.
“Oh, um sorry.”
Tony laughs and goes back to his work, still smiling.
Happy is playing a mean eyebrow game as he finishes his phone call.
Peter clears his throat and settles back into his seat <i>quietly.</i> He also studiously avoids looking around the passenger cabin. Fortunately, within thirty minutes, they're on the ground at the airport.
He stands and stretches while Happy and Tony disembark. He’s learned by now that the most important thing to do in these situations is stay out of Happy Hogan’s way. The man is a ball of energy as he secures their ride and gets the luggage put away.
Tony slides into the back seat and Peter slips in beside him. “Let’s go, Hap.”
Peter marvels at the views of an unfamiliar city through the car window, far off he catches a glimpse of the Gateway Arch, the city’s most famous landmark. There’s factories and abandoned houses, museums and concrete, but it’s also beautiful and green in a way that parts of Queens aren't. Maybe it’s not a fair comparison but, hey, Peter hasn’t been too many places.
They pull up at the Four Seasons Hotel because, of course, Tony always goes first class. Peter takes a quick panoramic shot and sends it out in a text to his best friend. Ned was going to die.
The lobby is all light and glass and Peter tries hard not to be intimidated. He’d stayed in some reasonably nice places back when he was in band, but really nothing close to this.
Tony goes to the front desk and comes back with keycards. He passes them out to Peter and Happy.
“We have early check in so go make yourselves at home. Same floor.”
Happy looks a little surprised, “They didn’t have your suite-”
He’s cut off by Tony. “It’s good, we’re good,” he calls over his shoulder, heading to the elevator. “Let’s go.”
They get to the right floor and exit the elevator and Tony hovers while Peter finds his room number easily enough. Tony lingers behind him in the hallway until his door swings open, making sure his keycard works.
Peter pushes inside to reveal a tasteful decor in green, gray and olive. The room opens up at the end with an enormous picture window, framing the far off bridge and graceful sloping Arch. His first thought is that he’d love to swing from it. His second is that he must be in the wrong room.
He leans back out in the hallway. “Mr. Stark?” He can see Tony down and across the hall balancing his phone while he tries to work his key card from its little paper sleeve.
“Yeah, Pete?”
“I think I have the wrong room. There’s the view um..the Arch?” He gestures back toward the room.
Tony’s smile is soft with understanding, “I know kid, I’ve seen it.” He disappears into his own room. “Try a nap, if you can.”
Peter turns back, his eyes riveted to the skyline. Slipping into the room, he drops his bag on the floor. “Holy shit.” He whispers and then executes a pivot and falls backward onto the incredibly soft bed.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls his phone out, thumb sliding across the cracked screen. The plan is to send a few quick texts to May, but the muse strikes him and he steps over to take a few pictures from the window.
There’s a sharp rap at the door and Peter surges to his feet. Outside in the hall he finds Happy, looking not very happy at all. The man was all business.
“Ok, at midday we’ll be heading over to Switchpoint Services. We’ll do lunch there. The meeting’s at one.” Happy hands him a packet. “Here’s your security badge.” He slaps a laminated piece of plastic into Peter’s hand, “Wear it,” he stresses. “Do not lose it.” He gives Peter stern look, bulging out his eyes to make his point.
“That was, like, one time.” Peter tries to defend himself.
“If you don’t have the badge, they won’t let you in.” Happy doubles down on the dire warnings. “And don’t think you can sweet-talk your way upstairs like you do with that lobby guy at SI.”
“Ok, ok Happy, I got it.”
“Meet us in the lobby at 11 and we’ll head over.”
Happy turns and heads off down the hall. Peter shuts the door and sets his packet out. He should probably familiarize himself with the company they were going to.
There’s an olive chaise and he sits down on it. He spends a lazy half hour reading over the history of one Switchpoint Services, a poly-global tech company. Their latest innovations were extremely noteworthy. No wonder Mr. Stark wanted to partner with them.
He flips listlessly through the pages again. Maybe he should take a nap, like Mr Stark suggested. He glances over at the bed, but the thought of laying there, wanting to sleep but being unable. His new unwelcome normal. No, Peter turns his head back towards the window, then leans his head against it. He watches the flow of people and traffic below him.
A brief pattern of soft knocks sound at the door, and Peter’s head jerks up.
“Come in,” Peter calls.
Tony sticks his head around the door. “You busy?”
“Oh, it’s you.”
Tony just gives him a look before stepping into the room. He walks over to where Peter is.
“You just standing here?” Tony’s brows draw together.
Peter shrugs, “Yeah.” He wants to confide in Tony and tell him about the lack of sleep, the inability to rest. He feels like if anyone would understand, it would be Ironman. The words won’t come though, but in the end he doesn’t need them.
Tony hooks the edge of the olive green lounger and pulls it in front of the window. He pats the seat beside him. Peter joins him and they sit together, staring out at the mid-morning crush. Everyone outside was hurrying, trying to get somewhere but in this moment, in this space, Peter found he could finally just breathe.
There’s something in the shared silence that does more than any amount of talking could have.
Eventually, Tony’s phone beeps and he leaves, telling Peter it’s almost time to get ready.
Peter changes into his “work” clothes. His standard blue-gray sweater over a collared shirt and khaki pants. Not snazzy, like whatever Mr Stark will wear, but it works. He picks up the packet Happy gave him, slips his keycard in his pocket, and goes down in the elevator.
Downstairs Happy and Mr. Stark are chatting quietly. Happy is in his standard gray suit. Mr Stark is wearing a fitted black suit with a white dress shirt and red tie. His eyes are somewhat masked by the fashion shades he’s wearing. Peter fidgets, feeling underdressed.
Ton smiles when he catches sight of Peter, “There he is. Right on time.” He claps Peter on the back and they head to the parking lot.
Happy ushers them to the car and they drive through the busy city to a square building with blue mirrored windows.
Peter steps out, looking up at the office and swallows, tugging a bit at his cuffs.
Tony catches his eye, “Nerves?”
“Nah, I’m good.” Peter says with a little more confidence than he actually feels. He checks to make sure he has his security badge and that it’s visible.
There’s nothing quite like stepping into a business with Tony Stark. He’s instantly recognizable and between Stark Industries and the Avengers, his celebrity has launched into the stratosphere.
Happy takes immediate charge or coordinating with the personnel on site. Peter follows close behind Mr. Stark as they are ushered into a brightly lit, but currently empty, conference room. It’s bigger than Peter had expected and he wonders for the first time just how many people would be joining them.
After quiet discussion with their guid, Tony settles in at the head of the table and directs Peter to the seat on his right. The chairs themselves are a dove gray with a surprisingly comfortable seat. Peter leans back and stretches his legs out in front of him.
“You hungry?” Mr Stark asks.
“Mm, yeah. I could eat,” Peter answers politely.
“Yeah me too,” Mr. Stark steps out and has a word with Happy. When he comes back, he has food.
“The finest box lunch ten bucks can buy. Complete with mystery cookie.” Tony tosses down a box lunch in front of Peter. Tony leaves and comes back with bottled waters.
They open their boxes and Peter pulls out his ham and cheese. This was one of those fancier lunches with the really good bread. He takes a bite and sighs. Hunger well on its way to being sated, he roots around to find his chips and a wrapped dill pickle slice.
“Chocolate, white chocolate chunk.” Tony comments, unwrapping his baked good. “What did you get?”
“Looks like white chocolate macadamia.” Peter keeps his expression neutral because, sure, he’d eat it. He generally wasn’t in the position to be picky.
He looks up to find Tony holding the chocolate cookie out, “Trade?”
“Um sure.” He knows he sound less enthusiastic than he feels but he is grateful - chocolate cookies were the best.
“ Macadamia nuts. You know,” Tony muses. “Back in the day, they used to serve pouches of these on flights to Hawaii.” He takes a bite of the cookie, chews and swallows. “For the greater good and all, but I still kinda miss ‘em.”
They clean up their lunches and Tony reads over his notes again. As the meeting time grows closer, the room starts to fill with people. There’s polite murmuring among the group and Peter does his best not to eavesdrop. It’s full to capacity by the time, a woman greets them both warmly and then calls everyone to attention.
“I want to turn you over to our esteemed guest, Mr. Tony Stark.” Applause from around the conference table and Peter wonders awkwardly if he should be clapping too. As he’s puzzling over the implications of clapping versus not clapping, the group moves on, their attention completely focused on Tony, at the head of the table.
“You know who I am so we won’t waste anymore time on that.” A confident smile curls at Tony’s lips. “I do want to introduce you to my intern Peter.” He gestures to Peter, who in lieu of saying anything, settles for a quick wave. He hopes he wasn’t supposed to say anything.
Tony continues talking, “I have a lot of proposals come across my desk, but this one was exceptional, the possibilities of application are endless…”
Peter zones out a bit as the meeting winds on. There’s a back and forth, then question time before the meeting ends around lunch time.
Tony drops back in his seat after the last person, a chatty man in a silver tie, files out.
“That went well.”
Peter is watching him and playing with a pen between his fingers, “Yeah, it seemed to. These guys are really smart.”
“Did you get a copy of the prospectus?” Tony asks, glancing over at him.
“Oh, no I didn’t get one.” Peter glances around his spot at the table, just in case he’s overlooked it.
“Here,” Tony slides the thick packet over, “read it.”
And Peter does, it doesn’t take him long to get to the particulars.
He pores over the details. It’s for a mobile robot that could source its own energy needs. It consumed metal by breaking down its chemical bonds and converted it to stored energy, like a battery.
“This is so cool.” Peter marvels. He could think of several applications just off the top of his head.
Tony smiles, “I knew you’d appreciate it.”
“Are you buying the patent?”
“I’m buying the company.” Mr. Stark smirks but then he holds up a finger. “That’s confidential, it’s not official. Gotta convince Pep first.” Tony had a leather satchel and he slips his documents inside. “Ready to head out?”
“Yeah sure.” Peter gathers his own papers. “Where’s Happy?”
“I have him running point on a few things.” Mr. Stark doesn’t elaborate and Peter follows him out. They drop their badges off and head out into the late afternoon sunshine.
There’s a silver Audi parked in a reserved spot and Peter doesn’t waste time wondering how it got there. As with most things involving Tony, it just was. They get in and buckle up.
“Any idea what you want for dinner?”
“I’m good with whatever. “
“Any thoughts? Now’s your chance.” Tony merges into the flow of traffic and accelerates, the engine purrs as it picks up speed.
Peter shrugs, he doesn’t really know any places up here aside from fast food restaurants and he doesn’t think that’s what Mr. Stark would want.
Tony drums his thumbs on the steering wheel, thinking. “You ever been to The Cheesecake Factory?”
Pete blinks. There was one in Queens but it was more for tourists and proms. Plus it was kind of pricey. He and May frequented the quieter, family owned restaurants around their apartment.
“Maybe once with Ned?” He really wasn’t sure.
“So it’s been a while?” Tony shoots him a look from the corner of his eye. “Sound ok to you?”
“Sure, sounds good. I’m totally good with whatever, Mr Stark.”
They park near the restaurant and Tony sheds his jacket and tie, tossing them in the back. They’re seated right away and the waitress drops off bread.
Peter is happy to find that the portions are huge and the bread basket bottomless. By the time they finish their cheesecake, he’s actually comfortably full.
“I didn't know Tony Stark ate anywhere like the Cheesecake Factory.” Peter teases
“Jokes on you, Tony Stark once ate a two day old cheese burger off the floor. Not one of my finer moments and also one I’d encourage you not to repeat.” Tony’s self deprecating smile almost masked the flash of emotion behind his eyes but not quite.
Peter falls back on a joke to head off any awkwardness, “You only do that with gummy bears, Mr Stark.”
Tony gives him a long look and then narrows his eyes.
“I was eight!” Peter says defensively.
Tony’s tone is pure skepticism. “Sure you were.”
The waitress comes back with the bill. . “ Here’s this whenever you're ready. Your to-go order and cheesecakes are coming. We’re just getting them bagged up now.”
“Piece to go?” Peter wonders.
Tony’s mouth quirks, “A piece? I got a whole cake. Pep would kill me if I didn’t bring her some.”
He flips open the card holder and signs the top copy with typical flourish. Peter notices in spite of himself that the tip line has a couple of extra zeros for their waitress. Tony slips his card back into his wallet.
“I don’t know why they don’t take Starkpay.” He mutters to himself as much as Peter. “We gotta make that more of a thing.”
it makes Peter feel funny to have Tony pay for him. He’s aware that Tony foots lots of bills but he doesn’t want the man to feel like it’s expected.
The drive back to the hotel is in comfortable silence. Peter doesn’t feel like he needs to fill the space with words, he feels valued and understood. He can count on one hand the places in his life that fill him with this kind of contentment.
“The Midwest isn’t a bad place to live.” Tony ruminates. “I’ve blown through here a couple of times, used to stay at the Omni. There’s a great little curry shop downtown, only open for two hours a day, but that is some great pakora.”
“What’s it called?” Peter’s curiosity gets the better of him.
“Mr. Curry.” Tony answers and then grins.
Peter’s laugh surprises him. There’s nothing really funny about it but everything seems light and easy right now.
“Next time, remind me to take you up to the bakery in Kirkwood.’” Tony says thoughtfully, “The cookies? You’ll love ‘em. He’s a fully trained chef with a little hole in the wall shop. It’s pretty cool.”
The sun had set when they were in the restaurant and the world was muted and dark. The lights from the stores and other cars blur together and Peter is overcome with a feeling somnolence. He can suddenly barely keep his eyes open.
Tony pulls the Audi into the hotel lot and parks it in a smooth motion.
“Hey, Pete,” He calls, his voice low. “We’re here, bud.”
Peter blinks slowly and wipes at his eyes with his palms. “Ok.” He picks up his things and they head inside. The lights of the lobby are a little blinding after being outside, causing Peter to squint under the glare.
Tony hands off his cheesecake to the front desk and they take the elevator upstairs. Peter slumps against the wall. He notices that Tony still has a bag in his hand and when Peter looks at it, he lifts it up and smiles.
“Happy. He’s a late eater,” He explains.
Peter nods, but doesn't speak, words are just a bridge too far right now, which is very unlike him.
He gets his ley in the reader and the door opens. Tony lingers for a moment.“You need anything? Glass of water? Pillow menu?”
“P- There’s a pillow menu?” Peter’s not quite sure if Tony’s teasing or not, but he considers, “Nah, I'm good, Mr. Stark. Thanks for dinner.” Thanks for everything.
“Sleep tight, kid. You did good today.” Tony’s smile is warm and fond. “See you in the morning, he heads off to find Happy.
Buoyed by the praise Peter shuts his door, showers and brushes his teeth. He nearly forgets to set his alarm, but catches it before collapsing into bed and falling into a deep and dreamless sleep.
When Peter wakes up, he feels well-rested for the first time in a long time. He has to admit that this has been a nice vacation from New York. He showers, dresses and packs up his clothes and phone charger. He pushes the curtains back and takes in the view one more time. He’s kind of going to miss it here.
Gathering up his bag, he looks out the window one, more time before texting Mr. Stark and Happy that he was on his way down stairs. When he steps off the elevator, he finds Tony in the seating area and he’s just sitting down when Happy shows up.
“You’re looking better.” Happy comments, setting down a coffee carrier and handing him a cup. “Got your usual.”
“Oh thanks!” Peter takes his. It’s sweet and hot and he sighs into it happily. Only to look up and see Tony watching him with gentle amusement.
“Coffee, Am I right?” Tony smiles and reaches for his own cup.
“Yeah.” Peter takes another drink. “So the beds here are amazing. It was like being eaten by a marshmallow. Or maybe a cloud.”
Happy snorts and Tony grins at his phone, “There might be a future for you in advertising.”
They take their coffee and drive over to what amounts to an elaborate networking session with brunch being served. Of course, everyone wanted to talk to Mr. Stark so Peter kept close to Happy and munched his way through all four flavors of bagel. Not quite up to New York standards, but passable.
A few people do talk to him and ask about his internship. Fortunately, they’d worked the particulars of that cover story out long ago. He sticks mostly to the script, but tells one woman that he’s also into web design, only to be interrupted by Happy choking on his orange juice.
It takes a while to extricate themselves. Mr. Stark seems intent on making himself accessible. Although he’s not big on shaking hands, he does listen carefully when people talk to him. It strikes Peter that Tony Stark the businessman is a very different animal from Tony Stark, the Avenger, who shows up late for briefings just to troll Captain America. He’s glad he’s in a position to witness both.
They make it out mid afternoon, just beating rush hour.
“Pepper wants you to sign these.” Happy hurries up the steps and thrusts a leather portfolio at Tony.
Peter falls back in his seat, he’d slept last night but drowsiness persists.
The jet is dimmer than he remembers and warm. He can hear the scratch of Tony’s fountain pen against paper as he goes over the contracts. It relaxes him
He finds his eyes slipping closed. At some point he wakes up to find a blanket tucked around his shoulders and Tony watching him with a warm expression full of fondness.
“Go back to sleep, bud.”
And he does, easily.
He wakes to Tony gently shaking his knee. Peter stretches,
Happy’s head was rolled back against the seat, snoring solidly, but as soon as he realizes where they are, he springs into action.
It takes a while but they finally make it into Queens and Happy sits idling in the street while cars weave around them, honking
“This is for May.” Tony casually hands Peter a Cheesecake Factory bag.
“Oh wow.” Peter sniffs the bag, its definitely chocolate.
Tony regards him through the rolled down window, “Ok, take care. Stay out of trouble.”
Peter scoffs, “Of course.” They both know that’s a lie, Tony laughs.
“Bye Peter.” Happy calls impatiently, but Peter doesn’t take offense.
“Goodbye, drive safe!” He calls after the Departing Bentley.
Peter turns and bounds up the steps with the bag.
“May?”He calls when he opens the apartment door.
“Hey Baby.” May lights up when she sees him and he closes in on her for a quick hug.
He pulls back and shows her the bag, “Tony sent you a cheesecake.”
“That was thoughtful. Put it in the fridge.” She tucks her hair up. “You’re gonna help me eat it, right? Right?” When he doesn't answer her immediately she nudges him with her elbow.
“Depends on what flavor it is.”
“Thai tonight?”
“Sure, you know how I love a good larb.”
“And the larb loves you.” She quips pulling a plate from the drying rack and putting it up in the cabinet. “So how was your trip?”
“Good!” Peter washes his hands and grabs a handful of silverware to toss in the drawer.
“It worked.” He makes short work of tossing everything into the various slots and turns to look at her.
“What worked?” Her face is the picture of innocence.
“Come on.” Peter gives her a look.“You guys think I wouldn’t figure it out?
May’s eyes take on a serious tone and she reaches up and shifts a couple of his curls back into place. “He was worried. We both were. And for the record, you look less like the walking dead and a lot more like Peter.”
“Yeah, I feel more like him too,” He smiles.
“Ok, I’m going to go get ready for dinner.” She sweeps out of the kitchen, “be ready in ten!”
Peter grabs his bag and heads to his room, his phone starts ringing and he accepts the Facetime call.
“Hey!”
“ Just wanted to make sure you got home ok.”
“Yeah, Mr. Stark. You just saw me like an hour ago,” Peter teases.
“Well you never know, it’s a fast paced world, Mr. Parker.” Tony is leaning back with a washcloth covering his eyes.
Peter frowns, “Are you ok?”
“Just winding down after a hard couple day's work.”
Peter hears the soft sloshing of water, “Wait, are you in the bathtub?” He demands incredulously, squinting at the screen, were those <i>bubbles?</i>
“Yep, creature comforts and all, don’t knock it til you- oop, oh shit.”
The view shifts as the phone falls sideways, then a distinct ‘bloop’ and the viewscreen goes a blurry iridescent to blue then black.
“Mr. Stark?”
Friday’s voice comes over the blackened screen. “Mr. Stark is no longer connected.”
Peter blows out a laugh and then he chortles, he so cannot wait for the next lab day.
Normal? What do you know about normal? What does anyone in this family know about normal? We act normal, Mom, but I want to BE normal! The only normal one in this house is Jack-Jack, and he’s not even toilet-trained!
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