The rogues had come back a few days prior. Peter was on a field trip to Washington for decathlon. Rodney had been trying, and failing, to get Tony to go to sleep and stop working on the project he had been working on for the last five days. Everyone was suffering with Tony's mood. Peter was coming home today, Rodney had just gotten a text saying he was on his way to the tower, and he let out a sigh of relief.
"What's with the sigh?" Steve looked over to him.
Rodney chuckled, "Tony's going to sleep today."
"And why today?" Clint said.
"Peter's home." Was all he said before the elevator doors opened.
An annoyed looking teen walked out and went straight to Rodney, ignoring the stares from the rogues.
Peter crossed his arms, "How long?"
"Since you left." Rodney grinned.
Peter glared at the ceiling, "FRIDAY, turn everything off in the lab and tell him to get up here, don't tell him I'm home."
"Yes sir." Was FRIDAY's response.
Nat looked over to him, "Thank you Peter, without you he's gonna make himself sick or kill himself."
Peter scoffs, "I'm going to kill him."
Just then a raging Tony came out of the elevator, "Who the hell shut my lab of- Oh, hello dear, how are you."
Peter glares, "Anthony Edward Stark. You locked yourself in that bloody lab again. What was our agreement?"
"I will not spend more than five hours in my lab a day." Tony looks down.
Peter puts his hands on his hips, "Even?"
Tony flinches, "Even if your not home."
"Good. Now go to sleep. Your banned from the lab for a week." Peter says.
Tony gapes, "But-"
He cuts himself off when he sees the glare and turns and speeds to the bedroom. Peter sighs and turns to the rouges, smiling.
He sticks his hand out to Steve, "Hello, my names Peter Parker-Stark. I'm Spide-man and I'm Tony's husband."
Everyone sputtered but Nat, Bruce, and Rodney.
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