Tick Tock Goes the Clock

Chapter 4

Peter's eyes landed on the world's fanciest penthouse when the elevator doors dinged open. A few couches stood in the centre of the living room facing the big wall with a colossal tv. Behind the couches, near the wall of windows with french doors providing access to a balcony, there was a long glass dining table big enough to fit at least a dozen people. Peter's eyes climbed to the room's ceiling, which stood 15 feet up with a sparkling chandelier hanging over the dining area. On the far side of the room, the ceiling dropped down 5 feet to form a kitchen, separated from the living room with a huge island. The dark mahogany cabinets and marble countertops were stunning.

Nothing to remind Peter how goddamn poor he was like seeing this place. Like, holy...

Peter's favourite part was the view overlooking the city. It was especially beautiful at night. The sun had set by the time they'd arrived at the Tower. After setting Peter down, Tony had decided to call a car instead, agreeing to swing by Peter's apartment first so he could pack a bag of essentials. Tony had a couple of his automated suits come over to pack up the rest of whatever he'd wanted to bring. They'd be over in a little while.

Tailing Tony, Peter followed the man into the room and then into a hall that opened up in the inner wall where the kitchen met the living room. They passed a number of doors that led to rooms like the laundry room, a home theatre, a library, and a game-room (which sounded awesome). The hall curved, several doors on either side coming into view. Reaching the second-to-last door on the right, Tony steered them into an enormous bedroom.

The decor was modern-style with a touch of homey. A king-sized bed sat to the right with a framed movie poster for The Empire Strikes Back hanging above it. The far wall, which was made up of windows that started 2 feet off the ground and extending to the 9 foot ceiling, had a glass patio door leading to a balcony. To the left of that door, there was an L-shaped desk with a bright red office chair that had a white spider symbol on its back. The left wall of the room had two doorways, one that was open and led into a walk-in closet, and the other with a door leading to an ensuite bathroom.

"Woah," Peter muttered.

As impressive as everything was in the room, one thing in particular caught Peter's attention: there were some bright red couch-style cushions built into the far corner of the ceiling.

Frowning, Peter pointed at it. "Are those cushions on the ceiling...?"

"Hm? Oh yeah, I made you a little sitting area up there since you seem to like sitting on the ceiling."

"Huh." It was true, he did it a lot. He'd startled a few Avengers by doing that in the meeting room once. They hadn't seen him when they came in and all but blasted him to smithereens when he'd spoken out of the blue. "That's thoughtful."

"Figured you'd like it."

"Too bad I won't be able to use it for much longer."

"Is your stickiness starting to go?"

A little. There had been a couple times now that it hadn't worked when he'd tried to use it. "Starting to, yeah."

Tony nodded in his peripheral. "Closet's the first on the left and bathroom is the far one."

"Pretty sure a quarter of this room is bigger than my entire apartment." Peter shrugged off his bag. "I can't believe it has its own bathroom."

Tony peered at the bathroom like it was the most normal thing in the world. "Figured everyone deserved an ensuite, I guess."

"Fancy."

"I'm right next to you, one door down."

Peter's eyes flicked to him. He'd put Peter's room purposefully next to his? Huh. Or maybe he was just staying in the nearest one for the time being in order to keep an eye on Peter? That was probably it.