Elaris_Black
Peter Parker wasn't trying to totally change his life at 2:37 a.m.
He was just exhausted. Exhausted from patrol, exhausted from school, exhausted from pretending that he wasn't a mess. And from thinking that he has everything under control.
So when he wrote a text meant for someone else and hit send without checking the number, he didn't expect a reply.
He definitely didn't expect that reply to be from Tony Stark.
At the beginning, it's only messages.
Advice during the late night.
Sarcastic comments.
The occasional "kid, go to sleep".
Peter doesn't know who the new friend on the other side of the line is, and Tony hasn't a clue that he's texting a fifteen-year-old vigilante from Queens.
But somewhere in-between the rants about homework, confessions about bad times at school, and secrets shared through a phone that glows, a connection is made, one that neither of them had planned.
Peter needed someone to listen to him.
Tony didn't expect to care.
Neither of them meant for a wrong number to become something that felt a lot like family.
Sometimes the universe doesn't make a mistake with its dials.