~Iron Family~

Family...

As soon as Peter truly nodded off, his head resting against Tony's shoulder, Tony slowly stretched out his arm and put it around him. He started snoozing himself, but soon Bruce strolled into the room, arms crossed tightly over his chest. A rare frown was tugging at his mouth.

"Hey, buddy," Tony said with a sleepy yawn. "What's up?"

"Why are you napping with the patient?" he snapped. "I thought you were all about giving him space."

"Well, he just woke up," Tony admitted sheepishly. Bruce's eyebrows shot up.

"What? Like, awake awake?"

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you get me?!"

"Well, Happy was going to get everyone else, but the kid fell asleep. I'm guessing Happy got distracted by the vending machines again."

Bruce sighed and ran a hand through his peppered hair. "Look, Tony, just because he was responsive doesn't mean this whole thing's over. We don't know the extent of his powers, or how well they work."

Peter's eyes shot open. "I think they work pretty well," he commented. Tony jumped up from the bed and pointed at him.

"Have you been fake-sleeping the last half an hour?"

"Mostly."

"Argh!"

"Boys!" Bruce clapped twice. "Pay attention! We need to run some tests. We don't know how Peter's powers are working."

"Seem to be going in a positive direction," Peter said groggily, rubbing his eye.

"Yeah, I can see that."

"Well, apparently radiation poisoning's a good thing now."

"Not if you have quantu--"

Tony held out his hands and shushed them. "I'm going to stop the science geek-out before it happens."

Bruce rolled his eyes and went over to Peter's beside, checking and adjusting some of the machines. "How you doing, champ?" he asked as he unplugged something from the wall, sticking it into a different machine.

"Okay," Peter responded. "How long was I...?"

"Two weeks." Bruce squinted at a small screen and tapped a few things.

"Oh."

"Hey, you took a hard one, kid. I'm surprised it wasn't longer."

Tony tilted his head in confusion. "But I thought you said that--"

Bruce whipped around and gave him a look that sent the words drying up from Tony's mouth. So he didn't want Peter to know he was concerned.

"Peter, do you know how your powers work?" Bruce asked, pressing a button on a machine and adjusting it. He gently pulled a needle from Peter's arm.

"Not really," Peter yawned, with an attempt at a shrug. "I'm really strong and I'm sticky. And I can punch bad guys and sense scary stuff."

"Scary stuff?" Bruce asked with a smile, holding his tablet out over Peter and having FRIDAY scan him. Peter nodded, yawning again as his head slumped against the pillow.

"Yeah, scary stuff. 'N I can...do cool flips...'n stuff..."

As he nodded off again, Tony kissed the top of his head before following Bruce out of the room.

While they were heading over to Bruce's lab, Happy rushed over.

"There you are, Happy, I was wondering where--"