Peter woke the next morning, groaning at the sunlight hitting him right in the face. He threw the covers off and looked at the time on his phone, it was 8 am. He groaned again, it was a Saturday and-wait a minute- his room didn't have a window over there. Peter looked around confused for a moment before the night before came rushing back and he just smiled.
The teen hopped out of bed; hair stuck up everywhere. He padded out to the hallway, peter just slept in pajama pants and really didn't think twice about going downstairs looking like that. He reached the Livingroom before asking. "Hey J? Is Tony awake?" He asked curiously
"Sir is in the kitchen drinking enough coffee to replace his blood"
Peter laughed "Can you tell me where the kitchen is?" He asked the ceiling.
"Down to your left, watch your step between the living room and dining room, there are two small ones. It's on the other side of the dining room."
"Thanks, J!" He said with a bright smile "And good morning." He added wandering off to find the kitchen
"Good morning"
Tony looked up, smiling softly at Peter. "Morning"
Peter ran a hand through his hair, trying to tame it But making it worse "Morning." He said with a smile.
"Coffee? I have tea and juice as well"
"Coffee works. Thanks" he said, grinning "Did you sleep?" He asked curiously, leaning on the counter.
"Yeah, I did" Tony smiled. "I've only been up an hour or so"
"Good." Peter smiled "Thanks again for letting me crash here."
"No problem at all, any time"
"What do you have planned for today?" He asked curiously, moving to the coffee pot to pour him a cup.
"More of the same old same old" Tony hummed.
"Sounds...boring." Peter joked, taking a sip of his coffee.
"Tinkering?" Tony grinned.
Peter worried his lip for a moment before talking "We could go do something" Peter offered "If you're too busy, I understand" he added quickly, fighting down his blush.
"Sounds fun, what do you wanna do? "
Peter shrugged "That's as far as I got with my plan" He admitted with a laugh.
"Hmmm" Tony grinned, passing him some coffee
Peter accepted the coffee graciously. "Bowling?" Peter asked with a lopsided grin thrown at Tony.
"Oh so you want to see me fall on my ass" Tony laughed brightly.
Peter shook his head "I'd have suggested skating for that" He said with a laugh.
"Either way my ass will meet the ground"
Peter laughed, trying to keep his mind off of Tony's ass. "Fine what do YOU want to do? And if you take me to an art show or a museum I WILL climb out the window" he warned playfully "I've gotten good at it" He added absently sipping his coffee, grinning around the cup.
"Arcade?" Tony offered, grinning.
Peter snorted out a laugh, rolling his eyes "Is that a young joke?" He asked raising his eyebrow.
"No, I like ski ball"
"Arcade sounds great then," Peter says, smiling happily at Tony.
Tony grinned, ruffling his hair. "Let's get dressed then a d head out after pancakes"
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Fanfiction*This IS Starker!* I'm Re-posting because apparently it was taken down. It's one of our most popular stories. Co-Author: Kat💚 Peter really shouldn't have been tinkering with his phone without the right tools because when he went to message Ned so...
