Hi, there. Thanks for clicking on this story! I think it's going to turn out to be almost like a "four times Peter says sorry" thing and the last chapter...well...you'll see :). This is the first one, obviously, and I hope you enjoy. I've got the last chapter basically finished and I'm currently working on the second. Plus, I've got ideas sketched out for the other chapters. I hope to finish this story in a month or two, so beg with me.

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He scrambled to find a changer. Being Spider-Man, you'd think he was past losing his iPhone plug, but no. Also, not to mention that it was currently 2:39am on a Wednesday and the little corner store would really like to close.

The cashier groaned in anticipation of finally leaving after a long day of work. His head rolled around on his neck in boredom. "Listen," he started, softly, as if there was no confidence in his voice. "I know you're busy doing...whatever, but I'm a big fan and-"

"Here!" Peter Parker shouted, triumphally raising his hand, full of an iPhone Apple charger. He really wouldn't need a charger for a phone like this if it wasn't for Tony Stark. He wouldn't have a lot of things if it wasn't for Mr. Stark. Peter, chin up, walked to the cash register and placed the charger on the desk.

"Never mind," the cashier finished, picking up the charger and scanning it for the price. "$4.50 is your total...Spider-Man."

Peter was busy digging in the little skin tight pocket on the side of his suit. "What? Oh, $4.50? The price tag said it was-"

"You didn't add tax, genius," the cashier interrupted. His hands rubbed his eyes in an attempt to wipe away the sleep. "You ain't seem so good at this, hm?"

Peter smirked under the mask. "You could say." He slapped a five dollar bill on the desk and a quiet little slap filled his ears. He looked down and the face of Peter Parker stared back. Quickly, he grabbed his identity card off the floor, happy the store was otherwise empty. "Uh, keep the change," he said, grabbing his newly purchased charger and the receipt.

Peter threw a thanks over his shoulder and pushed open the door, swinging out and feeling the cool, early morning air against his body. He landed on a decently tall building around the block and swung his legs over the edge. Peter took another look at the charger and inhaled. He slowly took off his mask and ruffled up his hair. The streets below were basically empty, not including that corner store owner that finally got to lock the doors and leave. Peter stuffed the iPhone plug in his mask and rubbed his eyes. Man, was he tired. He leaned back and let his head fall back, as well, looking up at the night sky.

He knows it's bad to say up like this, but it's so quiet and beautiful. He would have been home already but he was webbed up in some eight block car chase and had to refocus for a bit. That was when his brain decided it was good time to tell him he needed a phone charger. Peter huffed at remembering he had to get up for school in a few hours. So, even though his body wanted to decide against it, he pushed himself into a standing position, slipped his mask on, and with the charger in one hand and a web ready in the other, he tossed himself off the building and swung home.

He was maybe a block or so away when someone whisper-yelled some colorful words beneath him. He looked down mid-swing and saw a person attempting to pick a house lock with a bobby pin. Okay, wow, that's cheap. Peter silently hopped onto the house's roof and stared at the person. They were female, and kept messily running both hands through their frizzled hair. Peter web-slung behind the woman.

"So, uh, this your house?"

The woman made a startled gasp, her hand to her chest. "Oh, my-" she yelped, turning around and facing the spider. "A warning would be nice."

"Sorry, hello, I'm approaching you now," Peter rephrased. "Do you live here?"

"Yes, and the key-"

"-Is in the house, yeah - do you have an alarm?"

The woman looked at her feet for a split second. "I'm working on it."

Peter walked around the woman and picked up the bobby pin. "And you've tried everything else? No family members with a key?"

"Nope, do your worst."

He tried with the bobby pin for a little while before he realized that was getting him no-where. He looked up and around the edge of the house. "That window? It's opened," said Peter, pointing up near where the attic would be. "Where does it go?"

"I think it's the attic entrance in my room," the woman replied.

Peter turned around and faced her. "Mind if I...?" he trailed off.

"No, no, go ahead."

Peter shot a web in each hand and pulled back, creating tension in the webs to sling-shot him up. When he let go, he soar through the air and stuck to the house's edge. He pushed open the window all the way and slipped through. It was dark inside the empty house - and he had no idea where he was going. The darkness almost made Peter's eyes get heavy and droop close. That was until he found the latch to the bedroom and turned a light on.

Everything got easier from there. He opened the bedroom door and entered a hallway from where he jumped down the stairs like a little kid. And the front door was right in front of the steps. He untwisted the locks and a rush of cool night air hit him.

"There," he said.

The woman had been pacing outside in anticipation. She stopped when she heard Peter and almost hugged him. "T-thank you!"

"Anytime, but try to bring a house key next time, okay?"

"Yes, of course. I hope I didnt cause you any trouble," the woman replied. "Please, would you like a drink?"

Peter shook his head. "No, I think I'm gonna head home and sleep. I've got-" he cut himself off. I've got school tomorrow. "-things early in the morning to finish up."

"Yeah, silly me, sorry, go home and sleep! It's late," she responded. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Peter got a running start and then leaped into the air and started to swing home, once again. If anything, that made him more tired. He kind of wished the person was breaking in.

When he reached his run down apartment, Peter, as quietly as possible, slid open the window and entered his bedroom. He didn't want to wake Aunt May. After his window was closed - but not locked so he could do the same thing again tomorrow night - he changed into a t-shirt and plugged his phone in. Although sleep didn't come as easy as it should have, Peter eventually fell into a dreamless sleep.

He groggily woke up just hours later and rushed to school. Not much happened during those seven hours except for Peter wishing he was in bed. Everyone knew he was off his game, including Ned. Peter almost fell asleep in one class if it wasn't for the teacher suddenly calling his name on a loop.

And when he finally got home, he grabbed the blanket and plopped himself on the couch to take a nap. He really didn't care about his homework or his growling stomach. He needed sleep. And it came easier than the night before. As soon as his eyelids shut, his breath slowed down and he was asleep.

Eventually, Peter stirred in his sleep. The couch suddenly got uncomfortable and a ringing fills his ears. That was, until he realized it wasn't just any ringing - it was his blasted phone ringing. He tossed the blanket off his lower half, leaning on the arm rest and stretched to the little table to unplug his phone. He answered it with a questionable hello.

The other line let out a deep breath. "Thank God," it said.

Peter felt his eyes widen when the voice finally sunk in and clicked. It was Tony Stark.

"Uh, Mr. Stark?" Peter said slowly, as if he was butt dialed or this was the wrong number.

"Jeez, kid, you almost gave me a heart attack," replied Tony.

Peter twisted around and grabbed the blanket. He tossed it on himself and the cold air washed away. "...how?" was his small answer.

"Happy called me and said he didn't get one of those daily reports last night and I worried something had happened," Tony declared. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Peter said, pulling himself into a sitting position on the couch.

Tony inhaled. "You don't sound fine."

"I was just taking a nap; I'm tired." Peter noticed how right Tony was. His voice was scratchy, his eyes hurt, and all his limbs felt heavy. He checked the time and realized it has been a good few hours. Time for dinner and the night's patrol.

"How many hours of sleep did you get last night?"

Peter cringed at realizing how little the number is. He already knew how Tony was going to react. "Three?" he hesitated. "Tops."

"Three!" Tony repeated.

Peter rubbed away the sleep from his eyes. "I'm fine, though, it happens all the time when there's a lot of crime."

"But there wasn't much crime last night, now was there?"

"No?"

Tony paused for a second, letting to where he was leading the conversation sink it. "So where were you?"

"I was at the corner store getting a phone charger; mine broke. Then some woman locked herself out of her house."

"Kid, I've got plenty - you could just come borrow one of mine," Tony replied. "It's no big deal."

"At three in the morning it might be," Peter said. "Mr. Stark, listen though, it's okay. I'm fine."

"Do you know," Tony started, "how many times I said that I was fine before and I actually wasn't?"

"No?" repeated Peter.

"Me neither, but it sure is a lot," Tony concluded. "Hang on, kid-"

"It's okay, I'm sorry," Peter interrupted. "It was just a night."

"It's not okay, because soon it will be a week, then a year and you'll realize you're not sleeping. You'll feel sick and dizzy and it's bad for your health," Tony said. "And then you'll feel like you should move to the other side of the world to suit your sleep patterns."

Peter blinked. "Uh?"

"Never mind that, kid," Tony said, "I'm-it's just- I'm worried about you."

"I'm sorry."

"You're okay, but..." Tony trailed off, once again stuttering with his words. "If you need anything, don't feel like you can't contact me?"

"Alright."

"Or if your aunt needs anything, too."

"Hey!"

Tony forced a laugh. "For real, kid. There's nothing I can't buy."

Silence took over the conversation.

"Wait?" Tony pipped up. "She locked herself out?"

Peter smiled. "Yeah, I thought I was gonna have to throw a rock at a window or something, but there was one open at the top," he informed. "Listen, Mr. Stark, I, uh, I gotta go made dinner when Aunt May comes home-"

"Yeah, okay!" Tony interrupted. "Tryna get rid of me, I see."

"No, it's just I've also got things to do, and-"

"I understand, kid, go get 'em."

"...bye," Peter replied.

"C'ya."

Peter hung up. He stood up and wiggled his legs, then walked to the kitchen. That was when he heard the apartment door click open. He looked over to see his aunt enter their home.

"Hey, Peter, nice phone call? You really gonna make dinner?" she laughed. "I waited outside until you were finished."

"Oh, thanks," he replied. "...What is for dinner, anyways?"

Aunt May tossed her purse on the island in the kitchen. "You tell me, Pete," she responded, leaning on the counter. "How was school?"

"Same as always, I guess."

"Good, well, you okay to go out for dinner? No work to do?" May asked, turning her head to the side in question.

Peter shrugged. "I'm all good here," he lied.

May grabbed her purse again and together they walked down the block to a restaurant and ate. When they returned, Peter slipped into his room to so called sleep and went out for the nights patrol. Then, yet again he was up again at three am. But his time, he was finishing his chemistry homework.