Irondad and Spiderson // One Shots

Lonely

small rant at the end, feel free to ignore :)

͡° ͜ʖ ͡ –  this is unedited and a bit all over the place, but i kinda like it :)

Peter took in a deep breath, and walked into Tony’s lab.

Tony had told him that he was never allowed in there by himself, because it was too dangerous and he didn’t want Peter to get hurt.

Peter smiled as he sat down at his desk, stretching his arms out. Tony was supposed to get back around midnight, it was only six at night.

Peter spun around in his chair, holding his hand out and examining his fingers.

“Ew, why are they built like that?” Peter giggled at his own reference, but it faded into a sad frown. Normally Tony would laugh at his jokes and shake his head, telling Peter to get back to work and ruffle his hair.

Peter huffed, his three second good mood ruined.

He got up and stumbled out of the lab. Having an entire building to yourself is boring.

Peter decided to try and draw.

He went to the kitchen and opened one of the junk drawers, shuffling everything inside until he found a pencil and an eraser. He went back to Tony’s lab and took a piece of paper from Tony’s sketch book, used for drawing random suit ideas.

Peter looked at the paper and let out an annoyed huff.

He had no idea how to draw, but he’s figure it out.

“MJ, please help me,” Peter pleaded to his phone screen. On screen MJ smiled, “Peter, it’s hard to teach someone how to draw, especially over the phone.”

“You know, I feel betrayed by those words.” Peter mustered a half hearted glare at his girlfriend.

“You’re a loser, I hope you know that.”

Peter gave her a lopsided smile.

“You’re cute, I’ll see you Monday.” MJ hung up, leaving Peter gapping at his phone screen. His face immediately broke out in a dark red blush. He smiled and let out a very non-manly squeal.

“Friday, did MJ really just call me what I think she did?” Peter flopped down on the couch, pulling a pillow to his chest while he stared up at the ceiling.

“I can confirm that Michelle did in fact call you cute, and if I may add, Karen and I agree.”

Peter groaned, shoving the pillow over his face. “What are you two, married?”

“I did not know two artificial intelligence’s could do such things?” 

“I mean you couldn’t legally, but I can give you a marriage ceremony! Oh my gosh, Friday do you wanna marry Karen!?”

“Shouldn’t my significant other ask that question?”

“This is a fucking power couple, Friday, just say yes.”

“Peter, it is seven at night and you have yet to eat dinner, there is a pizza in the fridge.”

“Using my hunger as a distraction, respect.” Peter threw down the pillow and forced himself off the couch.

He laid on the counter while the pizza heated up in the microwave. “Friday, how much longer until Tony is back?”

“Boss will be back in approximately six hours and forty-five minutes.”

Peter groaned as he shoved the warm pizza in his mouth. “Is there a chance of his coming back any sooner?”

“Boss had informed he before he left that if it is an emergency, he will come home immediately, is there an emergency?”