Dad Mode Activated || Irondad & Spiderson One-Shots

It Goes Bump in the Night (Pt. 2/2)

Peter's bedroom at the Avengers' facility is always quite barren. He's left a couple of books here and a chess set, and that's about it. Peter uses his phone as entertainment before going to bed, using it to text Ned, and once drowsiness creeps in, arranges the pillows like how they are at home.

Being in a totally different bedroom has helped him relax. Not that he's foolish enough to let his guard down completely. He's put on both his webshooters.

Peter pushes a pillow against the headboard, pats it down, and judges it as being too big to be comfortable for his neck. This leads him on a search through the bedroom for flatter ones. He opens all the drawers, and finding them to all be empty, goes to the closet.

Up on the top shelf are a few towels, and right by them, is exactly what he's looking for. He reaches up for one of the pillows.

Peter gasps.

He whips himself around. Once more, bumping and rustling comes from under the bed on. There's something there, his whole body is telling him this.

With his spider sense not letting up, it makes it hard for Peter to calm himself. He's more freaked out than usual from the simple fact that, yes, he was completely right to not let his guard down. This thing is capable of following him.

"Okay, I don't know what you are, but it's time for you to go," Peter says, twisting his wrist so his webshooter is lined up to the space under the mattress.

Another two thumps. The last one heavy enough that Peter feels it under his feet. "I said it's time for you to go. Are you too scared to come out?"

Peter waits. Total silence. He takes a step closer.

Within a second, his spider-sense becomes twofold in its intensity, and a shadow skirts over the wall in front of him. Peter pivots, and from all his nerves, shoots a line of web at toward window, where the source of the shadow must be, where the light is being cast from.

But the webbing attaches itself to nothing except glass. That's all there is. There's nothing in front of glass, nothing behind it, and there's nothing bothering his senses anymore aside from his own fright.

Peter stands there for a minute, breathing frantically, but ready to feel the presence again and attack it.

There's no way he's ever falling asleep here. Or even staying in here while completely awake. After all, the presence doesn't need him to be asleep anymore in order to taunt him. Peter needs to tell Tony about all this right now.

* * *

Peter finds Tony in his bedroom, sitting up in his bed with the covers over his legs, still reading that same thick report. Tony's very confused about him setting foot in here at this time of night. "Hey, what's going on?" he asks.

"There's... I don't know," Peter says, feeling too much like a little boy. "My spider sense keeps going off. Something's under my bed... but I can't see it."

"There's a monster under the bed?" Tony says as a little joke. He's not at all concerned, but since he should be, Peter figures full details are needed. Once Peter describes how intense the danger has felt, Tony recognizes that this situation is worth being alarmed over.

"Hmm. I'll do a scan," Tony says, and he slips on a fancy-looking watch that's bound to more than just a watch.

"Well, I think it went away... for now," Peter says.

Tony swings his legs and gets himself off the bed. "What do you wanna do about it then, kid?" Tony asks, and places his hand on Peter's shoulder.

Peter realizes how sleepy he is. It's been a long day and it's not like he's rested very well lately. "Maybe I'll try and sleep again, but..."