Prompt: Tony's daughter has a bad night, Peter comes to the rescue.
Peter walked through the halls of the Avengers Tower after returning from a solo mission, glancing at a clock and sighing at the time. 3:28 am. He slowly made his way towards his apartment, frowning slightly as he noticed that the lights in the kitchen were still on. He poked his head around the door, lifting his arm to turn off the light when he saw a tuft of brown hair in front of the oven.
"Charlie?" He called softly. The young girl jumped as she broke her gaze from the small window in the oven. "Parker? I thought you weren't supposed to be back until tomorrow?" she asked quietly, eyes back on the glowing glass of the oven.
"I finished early…" he said distractedly. "Charlie, what're doing up at half past three?"
"Baking…" she said absentmindedly, fiddling with her hair. "Couldn't sleep…"
Peter crossed the room slowly and leaned against the worktop, frowning down at the girl sitting cross-legged on the floor. "Is everything okay, Charlie?" he asked quietly, knowingly.
"I'm fine, Peter," she said defensively. "Just a bad night," she muttered, looking at her hands.
"D-Do you want me to get Mr Stark?" he stuttered, turning towards the door.
"No!" the girl called out, making Peter jump. "Dad isn't good with things like this. It's better to keep him out of it," she said quietly, slowly standing up and pulling the tray from the oven, dropping it onto the worktop. "Cookie?" she said, nodding to him.
"Charlie, let's go, it's time to go to bed," Peter said, softly grabbing her arm, pulling her in for a hug and lightly pressing a kiss to her forehead. She doesn't know why she let it happen but she's glad she did.
Peter can't solve all of her problems but he can definitely make them feel smaller.