Spiderkid

Nightmares: Part Dosé

(NOT EDITED.)

(Recap: Tony had a nightmare about Peter dying again and called Pepper, who suggested he went to see someone, but he hung up when he was told Peter was up at three o'clock. *depressed yeet*)

Peter froze when he heard footsteps from the hallway. The boy internally groaned. Great. Now he was going to get a lecture from Clint about waking him up. How was that even possible? The archer was practically half deaf!

"Kid? You in here?"

Peter almost fell off the ceiling and dropped his Cheerios. That was even worse! Tony rarely left his lab at night, and one of the times he did, Peter woke him up. Typical.

Peter sat cross legged on the ceiling just above the billionaire as he walked in. The teen held his breath and slowly brought a cheerio to his mouth.

Tony must have heard him crunching because he narrowed his eyes and asked, "What was that, FRIDAY?"

"Uh," Peter stuttered before the AI could call him out.

Tony jumped back a foot and whipped his head up. "What the hell, kid?"

Peter slowly grinned as he heard Steve say language in his sleep down the hall. It was like his super power or something. Language Man to the rescue, protecting young and old ears from harsh potty mouths.

Wow, my mind goes to weird places at weird times.

"Sorry, for waking you up, Mr. Stark," Peter lowered himself to the ground guiltily. "I was trying to be quiet."

Tony opened the fridge and poured himself and his intern a cup of milk before sitting at the bar and motioning for the kid to join him.

"Why are you awake, kid? You don't get enough sleep as it is," Tony sipped from the glass cup. "You should at least use your days off to get some rest in."

"I just couldn't sleep," Peter sighed. "Days off are my problem. I finally got my body used to only a few hours a night, so if I go to sleep before, like, three, I'll wake up four hours later, in the middle of the night." (True story)

"Well...just train your body to not do that," Tony suggested, not knowing the answer to his unasked question. The only way he could really fix that problem was quitting Spiderman, which they both knew was never happening.

Peter subtly rolled his eyes. "It's not something I can turn on and off."

"Sorry, kid," Tony studied his glass. "Hey, since we're both up and probably not going back to sleep, did you want to go down to the lab?"

Tony really needed to get his mind off that dream.

"Sure," Peter's mood brightened instantly and he downed the rest of his glass hurriedly, spilling a few unnoticed drops on his grey T-shirt.

Tony chuckled. "Okay, I'll be down in a sec, alright?"

The teen nodded and nearly skipped down the stairs. Tony wondered if he even noticed the box of Cheerios still in his hand. He somehow doubted it.

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Tony typed in a few more equations on the holoscreen in front of him, realizing it had been silent for a full three minutes.

"How's it going over there, kid?" He asked and turned around. "You've been a bit quiet...

"Kid?" He was slumped against the work table, hands next to his head as if he had still been writing when he had fallen asleep. A light snort made Tony grin good naturedly and glanced at the time.