Little Peter-sfw (Irondad Spiderson)

part 3

Tony:
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Peter emerged from his room with his hair sticking up in all directions and his hands softly rubbing the gunk from his eyes. "Morning Mr. Stark".
He sat himself at the breakfast bar, looking down at his hands. I already knew what he was going to say before he began.
"I'm sorry about last night-"
"Peter- look kid, it was just a glass, don't beat yourself up about it." He gave me a look as though he was about to say something else. Most likely, along the lines of 'thats NOT what I was apologizing for'.
I wasn't about to let him apologize for wanting to be taken care of.
I changed the subject and he seemed to let it go.
"Since we didn't get time to order takeout last night, why don't we go out for breakfast?"
The kid must be starving the way he powers through his energy.

"Mr. Stark?"

"What is it Pete?" I look down at him with a confused expression.

"I, uh,  I don't have any money"

Oh.

"No, Peter. It's my treat."

"I can't let you do that Mr. Stark"
He gives me a sad look and that alone breaks my heart a little.

God, I'm gonna spoil this kid.

"You can, and you will. I have to stop by the grocery store anyway, no biggy."

He let out a defeated sigh. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Go get dressed kid and I'll see you down here in ten"
He slides off his seat with a thankful look on his face.
"Sure thing Mr.Stark".

This kid is gonna be the death of me.

Not some alien monster from planet, God knows where.

Just Peter Parker and his adorableness.

Sounds about right.

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We make it to the food court And decided on just getting something from a sandwich place. Not wanting anything too greasy this early in the day. Peter was rambling on about this new movie at the cinema or something and I promised him we'd go see it together, not really paying attention as to what it was. As long and Peter was happy watching it, he'd watch it too. It was our turn to order and Peter wasn't really paying attention at all. I followed his gaze and he seemed to be staring at a child's straw cup that they were advertising on one of the shelves.  I took it upon myself to order for Peter and grab one of those with a soda while I was at it. The cashier didn't give us a funny look, which I am grateful for.

No one judges my Peter.

We were waiting for our food to be prepared and Peter looked bored, leaning against the side of the counter.
"Go find us a table, kid"
He didn't answer just set off to go find a spot for us to sit that wasn't too busy. I was paying the cashier, but there is no doubt I could still see Peter walk away, with a skip in his step. You'd be surprised at the amount of people wanting coffee this early in the morning.
I find Peter sitting at a two seater table, waiting patiently for me to arrive with breakfast. I sit opposite him and pull our sandwiches out of the paper bag. He reached for a soda but before he can grasp it, I take it out of reach. He gives me a dazzled look and I place the cup on the table and pour his drink for him. A rosey blush covers his face and he lets out a small "thank you" when I slide the cup over to him.
He picks up the cup with two hands and sips out of the straw.

Once we finished eating and for Peter- in record time, I suggest we should quickly stop by the grocery store on the way out. Since I had some work to funish up at home. He nods his head slowly with an odd look on his face. I just pass it off as a 'Peter thing' And don't look to much into it.