IronDad/SpiderSon One-shots

Out past curfew

Third Person POV:
Word Count: 1,969
Spooktober 2022 Day Twenty-Nine: Tip-Toe

"Karen, what time is it," Peter asked as he swung through the city. He had just finished helping a robbery across the city. He knew that he shouldn't have gone and assisted. Curfew was close before the robbery had begun. He couldn't imagine how late it was now. That wasn't a quick and easy thing. It was this whole thing and there were hostages. Really, he shouldn't have gone and assisted, but he couldn't just swing home after hearing wind about it. He wouldn't have been able to sleep knowing that there were people in danger and he did nothing to help.

He just shot another web, swinging when Karen responded. "It's currently one-forty six a.m.."

Peter fumbled, readjusting his grip on the web he had just shot. "One-forty six," he said, the shock in his tone. He knew that things had taken long, but he didn't think it had been almost two hours. Now he was almost two hours out past curfew. That was bad, especially because he was staying at Tony's tonight.

It wasn't that May wasn't strict with curfew. She was extremely strict with curfew. She was just... slightly more understanding than Tony was. She would understand that Peter got caught up and truthfully had lost track of time. Plus, it was Friday. He had nothing to do tomorrow, so she would cut him some slack. On the other hand, Tony strongly enforced curfew. Even if Peter had lost track of time and got caught up in something, he didn't make exceptions. The only time he had made an exception and didn't yell at Peter was when he had gotten hurt so bad he couldn't swing home. That was a totally different situation than this.

Still, Peter had hope. Typically, if Peter wasn't back by ten minutes after curfew, Tony would start messaging him. Peter would respond immediately, if he could. About thirty minutes after curfew is when Tony would start calling. And don't even ask about what happened an hour after curfew. Having his shoot shut down mid fight and having Tony sweep him up in the Iron Man suit was something he was strongly trying to avoid ever happening again.

Tony hadn't messaged Peter once. Peter took that as a good sign. Maybe the man had fallen asleep. That would be perfect. If he had fallen asleep, he wouldn't know Peter was out late. That was, unless he checked the logs in the morning. Still, the worst that would happen is that Peter would get in trouble in the morning. He could live with that. He just really, really wasn't looking for a lecture tonight.

He kept that hope as he swung into the condo Tony had recently purchased. He said something about wanting to still have a place in the city to still live. It had been kept on the super down low that Tony had even had a place in the city anymore, so it wasn't like he had to worry about the whole privacy thing.

Peter made sure to land lightly on his feet coming in, closing the window as quietly as he could. He knew how light of a sleeper Tony was. One wrong step on the floorboards and Tony would be more awake than he had drank twelve cups of coffee. So, that's what led crawling off of the wall and starting to tip-toe towards the living room. He wasn't risking using flat feet. They'd be bound to a creek on the floor.

It took a few minutes but Peter got to the couch. He allowed himself to relax, flopping down onto the couch. He took off his mask and sighed. That was a lot easier than he had thought. He didn't fully get his hopes up in escaping Tony, but the man was nowhere to be found. He knew that there was still a chance of Tony figuring it out in the morning, especially because Peter had the full intention of falling asleep on the couch in his suit. That didn't matter to him now. He was just happy he'd done it. He'd successfully escaped-

"Please tell me that isn't a dead body on my brand new couch." Peter jumped at the sudden voice, falling off of the couch due to the scare. Immediate laughter flooded the room as the light came on. Peter groaned as he sat up. His stomach dropped when he saw Tony standing in the kitchen area of the condo. He was holding a steaming mug, which presumably had coffee in it. He was looking at Peter with a smile on his face, but Peter knew that he was in for it.