#just let peter and mj be together pls i will then attempt some sort of investment in 616

[labwebs]

🕸i'm gonna hit whoever is writing the current infinity spidey comic with a newspaper i may not know the character of johnn.y storm well but there is something not right about him saying "now if you'll excuse me i have to tweeze the 'stache before i pick up my baddie" like uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[weepingvoidpenguin]

The Gods’ Blessing (Pt. 5)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,

Summary: In your world, everyone had a soulmate. That’s just how things went. Everyone had some sort of Indicator that their other half was out there, be it telepathy or a red string that connected these two strangers. Yours was one unspoken of, in fact, you’d never heard anyone say that they had the same Indicator as you. And because of this rarity, you longed to meet the person who could gift you with what you lacked, maybe not so much so to be with the person but more so to finally see what others took for granted. Yet, you held onto the hope that one of your best friends was your Meant-To-Be but he has his eyes on another girls and the little green monster slowly engulfs you at the deterioration of your hope.

Warning: Like 1 F-Bomb, angst, reader being reckless

Word Count: 4.3K

Author’s Note: I’m literally so sorry this took so long to come out but I lost motivation to write and randomly got it back and now I know where I want to take this story so I’m dedicating some time to this series again. ALSO I wanted to thank EVERYONE from the bottom of my heart who has asked to be tagged or complimented my writing it means SO MUCH and helps me continue to write. Everyone who has requested to be tagged will be; I’m just dumb and didn’t know I could privately respond to asks and I didn’t want to spam my page with answers so... yeah I know, I’m dumb lol ENJOY

(CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME HOW TO FIND THE ORIGINAL GIF FOR MY STORY BECAUSE WTF I SPENT LITERALLY 30 MINUTES LOOKING FOR THE RIGHT ONE BUT COULDN’T FIND IT AND I USED THE SAME TAGS AS ALWAYS AND YES THE GIFS ARE STILL THERE SOMEONE HELP PLS AND THANK YOU) (AND ALSO LITERALLY CAN’T ADD A READ MORE LINE BECAUSE I COPY AND PASTE FROM WORD SO IM SORRY TUMBLR IS JUST TRYING ME TODAY)

  You let the thunderous knocks at your door rack for nearly five minutes before you trudged out of bed with your blanket still encased around you. You kept your eyes glued to your carpet, watching as your feet slid along the floor on your way to the door. Your hand hovered over the knob as hesitation ceased your actions. 

  What if it was Peter at your door? Your heart twisted at the thought and you couldn’t stop how your hand shot out and grasped the handle. Damn how your body could betray you. 

  You noticed how your actions slowly became less your own over the past few days. Naturally, you could sit, lay, stand, eat, drink and etc. on command but whenever the thought of the brunette boy shattered its way through the walls you’d created, your hands flew towards your phone every single time. You had desired Peter, desired for him to reach out to you and clear the air, answer the questions consuming your mind, just talk to you in any way. Maybe his words wouldn’t make you feel better but at least his voice would soothe the storm brewing in your stomach.

  You had skipped school the last two days, claiming to have a fever to your mother who, as a doctor, knew better. But she was an understanding woman and gave you the time she suspected you needed to deal with whatever was bothering you. She’d tried to get you to talk but each attempt was met with silence and isolation so she left you be, only occasionally leaving a warm drink on your nightstand.

  You hadn’t just isolated yourself from your mother though; you’d completely disregarded the messages you were getting from MJ and Ned. You tried to keep away from your phone, in all honesty. You wanted to disconnect, to just feel what you felt and ride the wave until the waters soothed themselves. But with the amount of times you’d checked your inbox for a new message from Peter or merely went back to read old texts that used to bring a smile to your face, you’d say disconnecting had failed miserably. In fact, every time you checked your phone only made the sinking feeling in your stomach liven with a fresh ache and you’d lay right back down.

  Your window remained locked now. For the most part. Some nights, for about an hour or so, you’d unlatch it, idiotically hoping that somehow Peter would be aware of your actions and know that you, in a moment of weakness, wanted to see him again. That your silent invitation had been noticed and he would come running to you. But, of course, it didn’t work like that.

  You were released from the deep constraints of your thoughts with another set of rapping on the door. You sighed and brought yourself to look through the peephole only to be met with an eye already glaring through it. You let out a quiet shriek at the expression strewn about MJ’s face and slowly unlocked the door.

  She didn’t wait for you to open it though, taking matters into her own hands and flinging the entryway open to storm through and slam shut behind her. You stood frozen, watching as she glowered with her arms crossed over her chest. You two stood in silence like that for a few moments and she continued to stare, waiting for you to give an explanation for your behavior for the past few days.

  She knew better than to think you were sick. Even when you were sick you always messaged her back but this mood was something she had yet to experience in all her years of friendship with you.

  “So?” She practically snarled and you gulped.

  You scanned her up and down. She was entirely on the defense here. Her arms crossed, foot tapping on the ground and the disapproving look of the century plastered on her face all scrambled together to serve you one very pissed off MJ.

  She waited for a response, not breaking her composure for even a fraction of a second. The anger radiating off her body was more than you could handle in the moment, especially when it was accompanied with the sorrow encasing your very being.

  Her expression softened in the slightest as she studied you, noting how you couldn’t meet her gaze, not that it had been a warm one to begin with but still. Your hair was in shambles and the deep, dark circles under your eyes conveyed more than you were willing to bring yourself to admit. And when you finally looked up at her she took your desperate embrace with ease; all of her anger diminishing as she held you.

  “Hey,” She soothed, running her hand up and down your back through the blanket, “what’s going on?”

  You looked up at her, only slightly pulling back from the hug, “There’s something I have to tell you,” ~   That first day that you had kicked Peter out of your apartment he didn’t go on patrol that night. He was too distraught. Instead, he trudged home with his head hung low and his thoughts drowning him in regret.

  He’d been weak that afternoon. He couldn’t help it. It’d been so long since you two had hung out together alone, aside from the rare occasion last week, and so much had happened within that time. 

  That first night, when the two of you kissed and the stars had come to life for the first time in his existence, everything in those few moments had been perfect; no, better than perfect. The world had burst to life under your touch and suddenly his years of yearning and longing for you had made sense. The world had been right and just for once. For one goddamn minute.

  And then, because of that moment that he hungered to relive again, he’d lost you. Maybe permanently. 

  How could he have been so stupid? How could he have just given in to the desire pining for your touch? He couldn’t have helped it. The way you looked, the smile gleaming on your face, the way you were straddling and hovering above him; it all called out to him. You called out to him. His eyes traced down from your eyes to your neck and then lower to the bit of exposed cleavage in his face. He blushed in the moment, feeling guilty for letting his mind wander to those treacherous places that caused his imagination to spiral. And, oh, how his thoughts spiraled. 

  That need to touch you, to hold you, to kiss you, to be with you had made him weak in the moment. But had it really been so wrong to give in? After all, you are his soulmate and if it were okay to touch anyone the way his body had urged him to, why not the person that he was meant for and was meant for him?

  No, it hadn’t wrong to give in because from the look that glazed your eyes and elicited your body when you connected, he knew you wanted to give in too. He knew you wanted to be with him just as much as he wanted to be with you. 

  And that’s why he wanted to go over that day. He had planned to tell you everything. He even had his suit in his backpack to show you but then it all went wrong. He’d prematurely exposed the truth but in a way that made it seem secretive. He hadn’t meant to be secretive; he was just scared.

  Plus, he finally had the girl he’d been working to get for the past few months and he had to just throw that all away. At that point, his feeling for Liz were real just miniscule compared to the ones he attempted to drown out for you. Not to mention, Liz liked Peter as he was without the hero complex but (Y/N) liked Spider-Man, a literal superhero. 

  Maybe that had been the reason that (Y/N) had kicked him out so quickly. Was she disappointed that her mysterious hero had turned out to be none other than Peter Parker? Was being Peter really that bad in her eyes? No, (Y/N) loved Peter . . . platonically. 

  But Liz . . . Liz liked Peter, not Spider-Man. (Y/N) didn’t want her shy best friend, she wanted her mysterious hero. (Y/N) didn’t like Peter for who he was, only who he presented himself to be. Her feelings were solely based on a hidden character under the red and blue suit. She didn’t want Peter Parker. She couldn’t want Peter Parker. Peter Parker wasn’t enough for her and he never would be.

  He shook his head at the thoughts, hating how his conclusion could tug at his chest so fiercely. Nonetheless, he let himself fester on that idea until it became his mentality.

  (Y/N) was not interested in Peter. ~   You could hardly communicate everything that had happened over the course of the last few weeks to MJ with all the tears and sobs interrupting the story. She caught onto the gist of it, though. Peter was Spider-Man, Spider-Man was her soulmate, Peter was with Liz, etc. 

  She let you cry until you fell asleep that night and she stayed with you the next day so she could force you to go to school, even if it was Friday. 

  Her alarm woke you up the next morning and you groaned as you shoved your pillow over your ear to drown out the sound. MJ rolled around, cutting the alarm off and cuddling closer to you before shoving you out of bed.

  “What the hell?” You asked, reaching out for the pillow that was pried from your hold. 

  MJ held the cushion just out of your reach and dangled it in the air, “Good morning!” She cheerily shouted, very unlike herself.

  You groaned in response and shoved the blanket over your head just for that to be ripped away as well. “Get up, you’re coming to school,”

  A huff escaped your lips as the sunlight shone even from behind closed eyelids. You wanted to argue and stay home but you would just get hell for it and end up going to school anyway so you used that time of argument to get ready instead. MJ had woken you up early enough to let you shower, as you hadn’t recently, and made breakfast while you got ready.

  In the stillness of your room, you observed your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were still puffy from the crying and there was a slight dry rash from wiping your nose so much but other than that, you looked practically normal. You ran your hands down your body, hating that you put in a little extra effort in your looks to catch Peter’s attention. In the midst of shamefully admiring yourself, you caught a glimpse of the pictures tacked onto the wall behind you. You whirled around and your gaze landed on the brightest of them all. A picture of the four of you sitting in the grass, MJ on one side of you and Peter on the other. You removed the tack from the photo and smiled down at it. The picture had been taken the first time you all hung out together, the same day you’d told MJ about your feelings for Peter only to be met with a knowing look from her. She could read you like a book that woman. 

  “Hey, breakfast is ready-” MJ burst through the door and cut herself off at the sight of you. “What’s that?”

  “Do you remember this photo?” You asked, holding it up for her to see.   Her eyes softened and she had a small smile, “I have this same picture in a drawer somewhere,”

  “Do you remember what I told you that day?”

  MJ looked up at you, her eyebrows furrowed as she waited for an explanation.

  “That’s the day I told you that I thought I liked Peter,” She looked down at the photo and handed it back to you, “It’s like . . . since the beginning it’s been him. It’s always been him.” You placed the photo back in its original place, “And now I know why,”

  Later that day in the cafeteria, the table had been full of tension. MJ throwing glares at Peter, Peter brushing them off his shoulder, your head crammed into a textbook, Ned trying to break the tension and Liz having no idea what the hell was going on. 

  “You guys are so cute together,” MJ cheerily spoke up after a while, looking at Peter and Liz’s interlocked fingers.

  “Thanks,” Peter stated bluntly, his gaze fixated on MJ.

  “I just didn’t think you would end up dating a guy like that, Liz, but now that I’m looking at it, it makes sense,”

  “A guy like what?” Liz raised an eyebrow, concerned there was something about Peter that she didn’t know.

  “A liar-”

  “MJ, can you help me with this equation?” You interjected, hoping she hadn’t heard what MJ said.

  “I don’t know why you’d need my help, you’re the best one here at math,” she slyly retorted, not once breaking her eye contact with Peter.

  “I’ll help you,” Ned spoke up and the both of you exchanged worried glances. It suddenly dawned on you that Ned probably already knows Peter’s secret; which means, he already knew about you as well.

  “Anyway,” Liz spoke up after a few tense moments of silence, “I’m throwing a party tonight at my place, everyone’s invited!” 

  “And why would we-”

  “Sounds fun! We’ll be there!” You spoke up quickly, glaring at MJ to shut her up. She rolled her eyes but sat back in her chair and complied.

  You’d kept your head down for most of the lunch period but had to snap your attention up to keep MJ tamed. Your gaze wandered over to the direction you felt a pull coming from and was surprised when you met Peter’s gaze. You were almost frozen, caught in a mixture of crying, panicking and keeping it together. Still, you couldn’t pry your attention from Peter so you dwelled in it instead. 

  He looked tired. The dark circles under his eyes were more apparent than usual and his hair appeared to lack a bit of life, the curls on his face falling flat rather than their normal bounciness. You let yourself study the man before you and that’s when it happened again.

  Instead of his normal physique, an outline of his person took form and the wounds on his body glowed to catch your attention. He had a few cuts and scrapes here and there, some bruises on his shins and forearms, not to mention the busted eyebrow that you’d failed to notice under what you assumed was makeup. You squinted your eyes at this and Peter seemed to catch on to what was happening. He grew uncomfortable under your gaze and forced yourself to retract it, fighting the urge to reach out your hand and place it over the split skin on his face. Not that he’d appreciate it.

  You sighed and closed the textbook before shoving it in your bag and standing up seconds before the bell rang. MJ followed suit and walked you to your next class, knowing you usually take the route with Peter and punched your shoulder lightly when it was time for her to go.

  “Meet at my locker after school? I need help picking an outfit and we can stop by your place to pick some stuff up,” 

  MJ nodded in agreement and you turned to enter the classroom but walked into a hastily walking Peter. You reached out your hand to steady yourself and grabbed his forearm which, unfortunately, was not covered in fabric.

  The warmth in your fingertips soon sprawled all over your body and you could moan at the ease it brought along with it. The ache in your heart subsided and the strength of the pull towards him tripled until you really were being shoved against him, your chest pressed against his own and his arms wrapped around you as if to keep you there.

  You wanted to pull away but the fact that Peter was even holding you right now soothed the agony in your bones and you needed this for just a few seconds more. You let the sensation overtake you, submitting yourself to its enticing comfort and when Peter’s hands gripped the back of your shirt tighter to pull you deeper into him, you let him.

  This was right. Being with him was right. How could it not be? How could being with your soulmate be wrong? The two of you were literally made for each other as were all soulmates but there resided something deeper between both of you that caused a very physical gravitational pull to one another. Though you’d heard of instances similar to that, you’d never heard of it being physical, only an emotional pull. And that physical pull somehow forced you two into each other’s arms where you were fighting the urge to give in.

  With the little strength that you could muster, you pried yourself from him and you exchanged a worried glance with each other, “Did you-”

  “Feel that? Yeah,” he said, bewildered at what just happened.

  “So, you didn’t-”

  “Pull you? No. And you didn’t-”

  “Suddenly forgive you and throw myself into your arms?” You spoke with venom and cocked your head to the side, the little distance between you allowing some of your anger to return. “No,”

  Peter wanted to roll his eyes and brush off the comment, he really did but he could see through you. The pain you tried to hide was laid barren for him, he couldn’t miss it if he tried. It shouted for his attention, demanding his explanation and wanting nothing more than to dissipate and leave you at peace. But he couldn’t grant you that. He couldn’t bring himself to beg for you when you didn’t even want him; at least, not the real him.

  You finally walked away and took your usual seat in class, forcing your gaze down so you wouldn’t accidentally make eye contact with Peter as he took his place next you. You chuckled at that. ~   Liz’s house buzzed with energy, most of the people already arrived and under some kind of influence. You had to give it to her, she knew how to throw a party. Not that you’d been to very many of them considering MJ was your best friend.  

  MJ appeared beside you with two cups in her hand and offered you one, “Oh, I figured you were going to chug them down simultaneously,”

  “Don’t tempt me.” She laughed and you took a gulp from yours, finishing it off in a few seconds, “Maybe you would like to do that, though,���

  You smiled sheepishly, “I’m gonna get another one,”

  “Make sure you leave some for everybody else,” she hollered over the music.

  You giggled and sauntered over to the table, ignoring the beginnings of a lure coming from your left. You plucked one of the cups up and brought the brim to your lips, letting the liquid burn its way down your throat and rejoined MJ.

  “Hey, so I was thinking,” you started, keeping your focus anywhere other than where it wanted to be, “where did you hear that story about the gods and the stars and all that?”

  “Huh?” She shouted over the music and despite the volume of the noise, you could still filter out Peter’s voice through it all.

  You grabbed MJ’s arm and pulled her towards the door, “Outside!” You shouted and she followed.

  Once the fresh breeze hit your face, you took a deep breath in, attempting to clear out any negative emotions. MJ took your hand and led you away from the front of the house where quite a few people were still crowding around and settled on the rooftop. She grabbed a ladder off the floor and held the ladder while you climbed up.

  “What were you trying to say?” She asked once you two had gotten comfortable.

  “I was asking about where you heard the story about being chosen by the Gods,” you stated, taking a sip from the cup and already feeling a slight warmth in your cheeks. This cup was definitely stronger than the previous one.

  She cocked her head a little and raised an eyebrow in confusion.

  “You know! About the Gods’ choosing a few special spirits to have this intense love or something,”

  “What are you talking about?” 

  “Like, about my Indicator and the stars and my soulmate,”

  Her eyebrow remained raised in your direction.

  Now it was your turn to get confused, “The story you told me when we were all at your house watching movies. The day I went on the first date with Brad,”

  “Dude, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she admitted, a concerned look on her face.

  “Yes, you do! You’re the one that told me that story, how could you not remember it?” you practically yelled. “When I got mad because of Liz and Peter and went to your room, that’s when you told me!”

  “I remember you being bothered but I figured you needed a breather so I let you have it,”

  Was it MJ that had told you? You scoffed, yes, of course it was. Who else would it be? She was the one that walked into the room and comforted you.   “MJ, stop playing,” you scolded.

  “(Y/N) . . . are you feeling okay?” she asked and you glared at her in response. “Dude, I swear I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  You shot up from your spot and struggled to find footing so you raised your arms to balance yourself. You had drunk a little more than you thought but managed to steady yourself. MJ held out a hand to you in caution, raising them to catch you.

  “Something’s not right,” you said, taking a small step back from your friend. You were certain it was MJ in the room with you, the memory was clear as day.

  The reason you had even brought it up in the first place was because you wanted to know where she heard the lore from considering you’d never heard anything like it. You had been ashamed of your Indicator because you’d never come to know of any other person who had the same one as you ever. Not even in the history books. It was just completely unheard of. So, why would MJ know the legend? 

  “(Y/N), sit down.” MJ ordered, her words concrete.

  “No, no, no, no, this doesn’t make sense,” you spoke aloud, your mind trying to understand the events of that night. You took half a step back from MJ as if the added distance would deny her truth. And it was her truth. You could always tell when MJ was lying, years of friendship could attest to that but her words were genuine and her confusion was too.

  “Stop moving, (Y/N),” she growled, slowly coming closer to you.

  You created the same distance from you as before and she stopped her movements altogether, her eyes glued to the back of your foot. You tried to wrack your brain around it but no matter how you tried to understand it, it just didn’t make sense. How would MJ know the lore for your Indicator when you’d studied extensively to try and find something-anything to make you feel less alone in your path. How had she just randomly come across such information and why hadn’t you asked her right then and there where she heard it from? 

  “(Y/N)!” You heard your name shouted from behind you and whipped around, the force of the action causing you to tip over the edge of the roof and your heart stopped as you watched MJ jump out to catch you.

  The fall was quick but scarier than any rollercoaster you’d been on. It elicited the same sensations but held more finality to it. 

  “(Y/N)!” MJ screamed from above but you kept your eyes glued to the ground when a figure swung into your line of sight and clung onto you in midair before landing on a patch of grass on the side of the house. 

  The action had knocked the wind out of you and you struggled to regain your breath, your eyes glued to your feet and how they rested against the ground. MJ flew down the ladder and raced with Ned to get to your side. She hadn’t even reached it before she started yelling at you.

  “Are you fucking crazy?” She yelled, kneeling by your side and encasing your face in her hands, failing to draw your attention to her.

  Your body shook uncontrollably, the fear from before just now catching up to you. But it wasn’t the fear from nearly dying. It was from whoever the hell you spoke to in MJ’s house. 

  “Can’t you see she’s scared?” Peter yelled at MJ and you winced. You’d never heard Peter yell like that before.

  Peter picked you up and placed you in his lap, his hands attempted to center you in on him but you merely looked through him. You were out of it and you couldn’t bring yourself to come back to the present.

  “(Y/N),” Peter whispered, worry and fear laced in his tone, “Are you okay?”   It took a minute of letting the fear make its course through you before you zeroed in on Peter’s expression. It was the warmth coming from his hands that brought you back.

  “Who was she?”

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[lonesome-dreamsss]

Coffee is Always Fun When Mixed with a Monster.

Idfk anymore. This is like the only cute/fluffy thing I will ever write in my entire life....Okay so that's a lie, but I usually write sad ass shit because I'm Satan and that's cool. Anyway this some nice Irondad for you all because we stan Irondad in this household:))

Pls tell me if it's good and all that because I actually think this is kinda bad, but that's because I like to shame myself all the time:,)

Okay I'll stop talking because I'm annoying and you just wanna read this. Have fun friends.

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It was around 3am and Peter had just got back from patrol. There had been a few muggings and one attempted robbery. With his quick skills, Peter stopped them, although he had gotten hit a few too many times. He was sporting a large cut under his eye and multiple bruises were scattered across his cheek and neck. It wasn't really a problem due to his enhanced healing. All the injuries would most likely be gone by morning.

The one big problem was running on like 3 hours of sleep. He had school tomorrow and then would be going to Stark Industries to hang out with Tony. It would be a long day, that's for sure.

He slipped off his suit and slid into bed. As soon as his head hit the pillow he was out like a light.

Peter was awoken to the sound of his alarm blaring in his ear. He groaned and rolled out of bed. May was in the kitchen rushing to make pancakes. "Oh hey sleepyhead." She stopped working for a moment and pressed a kiss to Peter's head.

"...hi." His voice was thick with sleep.

"Go get dressed. The pancakes will be done by the time you finish." She smiled at him and turned back to the stove.

"Mmm, okay." He stumbled back into his room and threw on some clean clothes. He brushed his teeth and hair, then walked back into the kitchen.

The pancakes were on a plate and May was packing her bag for work. "Alright Pete, I'll see you later yea?"

"Yea, I'm going to Mr. Stark’s after school for a bit." He shoved a pancake in his mouth.

"I know, he told me. Have fun, love you kid." She pressed another kiss to his head.

"Love you too!" He called to her as she walked to door, she gave him a smile and then she was gone. He gulped down the rest of the pancakes and rushed out the door so he would make it to school on time. Sadly the teen didn’t make it on time. His first period teacher wasn’t really surprised though. It’s not like he wasn’t late everyday. He had gotten detention more times than he can count, but he wasn’t really bothered by it. It was only for about 30 minutes after school on every other Tuesday. He didn’t go to Stark Industries on Tuesday’s and that’s what really mattered. He would never miss a day with Tony. Ever. They always had fun together whether it be because they were working on their suits or just because they were watching movies and talking while eating pizza. It felt like he had a dad again and it was a great feeling.

The day went by fast. Nothing really happened except for a comment or two from Flash whenever they passed each other in the hallway. Peter had learned to ignore it over time. The things Flash said wouldn’t matter in the future and plus Peter rather it be him getting bullied and not anyone else. He could take it, someone else might not be able to. No one Peter knew outside of school knew about Flash. So May, Tony, and the other Avengers. Ned and MJ told him he should tell Tony, but if he did Flash would be dead and there was nothing that anyone could do about it. He had a worse feeling about Natasha if she found out. She would torture Flash and then kill him. Nat would make it more painful then Tony or anyone else could. He was going to keep it on the down low for as long as he could.

Pretty soon the last bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. Peter gathered his belongings and made his way to his locker with Ned. They talked about his internship because Ned could never seem to get enough of it. He always seemed amazed that Peter knew The Tony Stark. The same look of excitement would cross his features whenever the billionaire's name was mentioned.

He knew most people didn’t believe him about his internship because Stark Industries only has college students as interns and because why would anyone want Peter Parker as their intern? At least that’s what Flash has said in the past. Although everyone at SI always reminded him how well loved he was so Flash was definitely wrong about no one wanting him as an intern or friend.

Peter shook his head and slung his backpack. He waved goodbye to his friend and then walked to the front of the building. As usual Happy was waiting for him with that grouchy look on his face. Despite the look on his face Peter knew that the older man had grown to like him. They had to spent a lot of time together due to Happy being his driver to and from the tower so they had become sort of friends. The older man would deny that fact that he actually liked Peter. Everyone knew he was lying, but they didn’t question him. “Hey, Happy.” He greeted his driver and that’s when he realized he sounded tired.

“How much sleep did you get last night?” Happy glanced at the teen from the corner of his eye.

“Uh...like 3 hours, I think.” He replied sheepishly.

“Kid, I know you look up to Tony and all, but I’m begging you, please don’t pick up his terrible sleeping habits.” Peter snorted at that.

“Ok, ok. I won’t.” That man just sighed and shook his head.

They arrived at the tower a little while later. Peter grabbed his backpack and thanked Happy. He got out of the car and made his way inside the glass building. The receptionist, whose name was Susan, looked up with a smile and greeted him before telling him that Tony was in his lab. The teen nodded and gave her a smile before heading to the elevator. When he stepped in the elevator Friday spoke up. “Hello, Peter. Mr. Stark is in his lab.”

“Hey, Friday! Thanks!”

“You sound tired.” The A.I. could always read him like a book.

“I am, but I’ll be fine. I’ll just steal some of Mr. Stark’s coffee.” A nice cup of coffee would definitely wake him up. It usually always did. If not he would find something else to help wake him up. Friday didn’t answer, but if she was human he would guess she would roll her eyes.

The elevator ride didn’t last long. Peter stepped out of the machine and walked towards the lab doors. He swung them open and threw his backpack on the ground. Tony was messing with a piece of his suit near the back of the room. “Hey, Mr. Stark.” The older man looked up and smiled.

“Hey kid. How’s it going?”

“Good. Do you have any coffee by any chance?” Peter smiled, sweetly

“Actually I do. It’s over by the mini fridge. Do I want to ask why you need it?” Tony looked at the kid, his kid.

“No, you don’t.” He practically ran to the mini fridge. He took the coffee pot and dumped a way to large amount of the black liquid into one of the cups. He drank about half of it within a minute and made his way back to his mentor. The billionaire just shook his head with a smile.

After a few hours of working and joking around the two men decided to ignore the suits for a little while. Peter’s tiredness was starting to come back. If he was being honest the coffee didn’t really do much. He had to drink about 4 cups just to feel slightly less tired. That would be the downside of being bit by a radioactive spider, no medicine or coffee worked unless he took a huge amount of it. He decided to check the fridge and see if there was anything that might be able to help get rid of his tiredness.

When he opened the fridge door he spotted a monster energy drink. An idea popped into his head. With a smile on his face he grabbed the monster and grabbed his cup of coffee. “Hey, Mr. Stark, how much energy do you think I would get if I mixed my coffee with this monster?”

“Pete, I thought you were smarter than that.” Tony looked at the coffee and monster in Peter’s arms.

“I am smart!” The teen mocked a hurt expression. “This is a great idea. How dare you shame it.”

“Are you trying to give yourself a heart attack?”

“No, but nothing else works. My spider weirdness makes it so difficult to not be tired unless I sleep for like five years.” This earned an eye roll from Peter’s mentor.

“Kid, we both know that’s a bit of an exaggeration. Maybe if you got more than 3 hours of sleep everyday this wouldn’t be an issue.” Peter took a turn rolling his eyes.

“Funny coming from you Mr. Stark. You’re the king of not sleeping for like 3 days straight.”

“Watch it kid. I’ll strap you down in your bed and make you sleep.” They both laughed at that. “Okay fine. I’ll let you drink that, but you can’t tell May about it. Got it?”

“Deal.” After they shook hands, Peter popped open the monster and dumped it into his coffee. He had a satisfied look on his face as he watched the drinks mix in the cup. He waited a moment or two before taking a tiny sip. His eyes lit up in delight. “This is actually really good.”

“You better savor that because after that cup I am never letting you mix those again.” Peter snickered and started to take larger gulps of the mixture.

The boy finished his drink and within minutes he was practically jumping off the walls. Tony had really started to regret letting Peter drink that stupid drink. He was talking a mile a minute about absolutely everything he could think of and the billionaire was getting a headache.

Even after 4 hours of working, talking, and messing around the kid was still bounding with energy. It was Friday, so that made is slightly better. At least that meant Peter could stay up and wait for the energy to wear off. Even if it was Friday, May would still be beyond mad at them both for letting this occur.

May Parker is one to not be messed with. His aunt is almost as terrifying as Natasha when she’s mad. She would not hold back. At all. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t a tad bit scared.

One thing Tony Stark would never do again was let Peter Parker drink a coffee and a monster. He had said that many times over the course of the evening causing Peter to snort each time. It was always interesting and eccentric hanging out with IronMan, but the teen wouldn’t have it any other way.