Peter struggled to pull in air after landing on top of the building.
"How fast?" He asked.
"47 Miles Per Hour." A voice replied.
"Thanks Karen. What time is it?" Peter turned his head and noticed the sun had gone down.
"8:24, Peter." Karen replied.
"Alright." He walked towards the edge of the rooftop he was on and looked towards the bright building about 20 blocks away.
The tower now had an A on it, even though the only people that lived there were him, his dads, and sometimes uncle Clint and aunt Tasha. He hadn't seen them in months though.
Peter looked down to his web shooters, he used the left-over pieces of the Iron Man armor to make them one night when his dads were gone. They worked fine, he was just low on web fluid at the moment.
"I can make it back." Peter told himself.
He jumped off the edge of the building and began swinging home.
Tony and Steve watched the TV, it was on the news and the latest story was of Spider-Man stopping a robbery right outside of Queens.
"That guy it nuts. He's got to be stronger than me, did you see him lift that car?" Steve asked.
"Mhmm. Has anyone from our team ever been in contact with him?" Tony asked.
"No, guy slips out before we get a chance to talk, Natasha can track him down either. He definitely doesn't want to be found, he falls of the face of the earth whenever the fights over." Steve said.
"Maybe hes got a family, someone to go home to at night." Tony shrugged.
"Speaking of family, I haven't seen Peter since he got home from school and its…" Steve turned, "almost 8:30."
Tony turned his head to the side, "Friday? Where is Pete?"
"Currently in his bedroom, do you want me to get his attention?" She asked.
"No, just let him know it's now or never for dinner." Tony said.
"Certainly." She replied.
A few minutes later Peter came running down the stairs, "Did I miss dinner?!"
Peter let out a yelp when he felt Steve's arms wrapped around his waist.
"Nope but sit." Steve sat the boy down on the island chair.
"Peter, what did we tell you, you have to pace yourself with homework and studying. Don't tell me all you've done is stare at your books since 3." Tony said and slid a plate of food over to his son.
Peter smirked down at his plate, "I defiantly didn't stare at my books for 5 hours."
Steve glanced at Tony, "I knew you shouldn't have gotten him that PlayStation."
Tony laughed, "You are just jealous he knows how to play it."
Peter laughed and began eating his food, patrol took all his energy out of him today. He tried out a new web fluid and practically exhausted himself swinging around.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Tony asked.
Peter looked up and noticed they were both looking at him, "Nah, just thinking about chemistry."
"And that's where you lose me, I'm heading to the gym." Steve said and brushed a kiss on Peters head as he walked out.
Tony leaned down on his forearms onto the island, "How was school?"
"Boring, Ned got a new Lego set though. Wants to work on it this weekend." Peter replied.
"He is free to come here this weekend, we will be in DC until Sunday." Tony said.
"Ross is a dick."
"Oh, don't let Steve hear you say that word." Tony smiled.
"Pops doesn't care…right?" Peter turned to make sure Steve wasn't standing behind him.
Tony laughed, "You are right though, Ross is a dick. We will be back for dinner. Want to go out?"
Peter nodded and finished his food. Tony took it to the sink and began washing it.
"Can I ask you a question hypothetical of course." Peter asked.
"Of course, bud." Tony said.
"Do you think if Spider-Man made his own web fluid would there be a way for it to be more durable?"
Tony turned and stared at his son, "Why the sudden interest?"
Peter was quick to not hesitate, "Ned. Ned and I-um we were talking at lunch. Watching videos of him, his webs look weak. Do you think he makes them?"
"Um, I'm not sure. Haven't ever met the guy. I am assuming he makes them, but it's simple chemistry bud. If he wanted the webs to be stronger, he has to make the bonds stronger. You know that." Tony said.
"Yeah…that's what I told Ned." Peter said.
Of course, just made the chemical bonds stronger. Peter wanted to slap himself in the face for not knowing that. He pushed himself away from the island.
"I'm going to finish my homework." Peter said.
Tony threw the kitchen towel at the boy, "Nope, I know you have it done. We are watching a movie. I am severely deprived."
"Dad, don't you dare. No…" Peter said backing away from Tony.
"What? I need my cuddles, you are my baby boy." Tony walked towards him with a smile on his face.
Peter threw the towel back at his dad and turned to run away. He got maybe 3 steps when he felt Tony grab him and lift him up.
"Put me down! I am NOT a baby!" Peter yelled.
Tony laughed and sat down on the couch with Peter on his lap, "Yup, you are my baby."
Peter sighed in defeat and leaned back into his Dads chest, "Fri? Star Wars?"
"Of course, young master."
They watched the movie until Tony felt Peters breaths even out and smiled as Peter slept peacefully.
