Wrong Number, Kid.

Chapter 25

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The next day, Peter was still in bed in his avengers tower bedroom.

He had been reading for most of the day, only getting interrupted by his friends texting him or Tony checking in on him, bringing him meals and snacks.

But now Tony was in a meeting in some other building, and Peter was getting hungry again.

His stomach rumbled as he groaned in anguish, flopping around in his bed as much as he could without further injuring himself.

He grabs his phone, pulling it up to Tony's contact.

Peter
Hey Mr. Stark 😏

Mr. Stark
I don't like that emoji, kid. What's up?

Peter
I was wondering if you could do something for me? 😏😏

Mr. Stark
I don't like where this is going, Pete...

Peter
Can you get me some ice cream from that store I was telling you about? 😏😏😏

Mr. Stark
Pete, I'm in a meeting right now

Peter
😔

Mr. Stark
🙄

Eleven minutes later, Peter was reading a news article that had just been published;

"The Genius Billionaire, Playboy Philanthropist Tony Stark, aka Iron Man, was seen rushing out of a building he was apparently having an important meeting in. He hurried off to a local sweets shop to purchase two tubs of ice cream, before making a beeline to Stark Tower..."

Peter laughed loudly, imagining the cool and composed Tony Stark running around New York with two ice cream tubs in his arms.

It was only minutes until there was a casual knock on his door.

"Come in!" He called.

Tony walked in casually, looking graceful as he walked over to Peter's bed, one of the two tubs in his hand along with a spoon.

"Got your ice cream, kid," he stated, handing it over to Peter.

"Why thank you, Mr. Stark," Peter laughed.

Tony smiled, "Yeah, yeah, whatever. There's another tub in the fridge in the lounge's kitchen with your name on it. So if anyone eats it, they'll get an ass kicking from iron man."

Peter laughed through his bite of ice cream, "make sure I'm there to see."

Tony laughed, shaking his head, before ruffling Peter's hair, "you need anything else, kid?"

Peter thought for a moment, before glancing at his book that had been left abandoned on his floor across the room.

"Can you hand me my book, please?" He asked, pointing it out.

Tony went and retrieved it, looking at the cover.

"The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, hm?" He asked, handing it to Peter, who nodded in response.