(YUP JUST MORE DOMESTIC FAMILY CUTE FUNNY STUFF I promise it will get more intense later… I mean if that's what you guys want of course heh.)
It was noon. Peter had gone straight back to his room after breakfast was over and didn't hear a sound since. He was still rather tired having stayed up till 3am fixing his web shooters. He laid back on his bed around 10:30 but he couldn't fall back asleep so he spent his time patching up his Spiderman suit. He jumped and poked himself with a needle when he heard a loud bang.
"Tony what are you doing down there?
"Nothing of your concern pretty boy!"
"I just cleaned the lab yesterday please tell me you didn't dirty it up again!"
"No see um, it's clean, my suit just ...fell onto a plant that's all."
"That sounds like a mess to me!"
"But it's not! Now carry on my wayward husband and go on about your business I'm working!"
Peter wiped the blood off his finger with a tissue and rolled his head back. More yelling would ensue, he was sure of it.
"You've worked enough! Now get your metal butt up here and iron some clothes!"
"…I may be Iron Man but that is not what my job entails!"
"Tony, I'm serious!"
Peter couldn't ignore it any longer and got up from his seat at his desk table. He swung open his door and offered up what he hoped to be a solution.
"I'll iron, since, it seems to be causing some issues around here."
Steve looked over at Peter with doleful eyes. As if he knew exactly what he was trying to do.
"No, Peter, I asked your dad to do it so he's GOING TO DO IT."
"I TOLD YOU I'M BUSY!"
"I would almost prefer being stuck at army boot camp for another 6 weeks than DEAL WITH YOU RIGHT NOW!"
Steve stormed off to their room and slammed the door. He thought about watching a movie but he still couldn't grasp the whole Blu-Ray thing. He just started getting into how remote controls worked.
Peter just went back inside his room to continue sewing. He contemplated just ironing the clothes and telling Steve that Tony did it but he had an inkling that that wouldn't work out too well.
After about an hour, the house still remained silent, so Peter slid on his Spiderman suit and opened up the window. The only way to test the effectiveness of the web shooters was to use them, so that's what he intended to do. Since they lived in the tower, he slid down the side and jumped to the nearest building, shooting a web string at a window ledge. He swung around the corner, and shot another string at a flag pole. It was then that he leaped and landed into an alley.
"Wow, I definitely fixed these up. "
He shot a string at an apple from a fruit stand then another to the corner of a bank's roof. He swooped to the top of the roof and dropped a dollar down to the seller.
He sat on the roof and lifted up his mask just enough to free his mouth and eat the apple. After a couple of minutes he heard his phone vibrate.
"Mother of- ughh, why did I bring this thing, it doesn't even fit in the suit that well."
The caller ID showed that it was a call from home, the contact just said Stark.
"…Yup. I'm just not going to answer it. Nope."
Peter clicked 'Ignore call' and tossed the finished apple core off the side of the roof, letting it land right in the dumpster. He pulled his mask back down and swung around the city, waving at many civilians that looked up at him.
Meanwhile back at the tower, Steve went downstairs to interrupt Tony's work.
"Tony, where's Peter? He's not in his room and when I called he didn't answer."
Tony took off the eye goggles he was wearing and put down his welder to respond.
"I'd guess either on a different level of the tower, highly unlikely for him, or out and about the city. Call him again."
"…alright."
Steve takes out his cell phone, one of which he still doesn't understand and taps the screen.
"I forgot, how do you unlock this again? Not with a key right?"
Tony chuckles. Steve was used to the home phone but Tony realized that buying him the latest cellular phone was not the best idea.
"Heh, you don't need an actual key, you just push this and slide it over. Simple as that."
"It's not that simple. Next you'll tell me that I can make a call just by asking my phone."
Tony just decided not to comment on that. Steve clicks the phone button and dials. He looks around and gives Tony a disapproving look when he sees the broken pot and plant. Tony shrugs. Peter surprisingly picks up.
"Peter? Where are you?"
"At Central Park feeding pigeons french-fries, they love these things,…was I not allowed to leave the house?"
"You're not allowed if you don't tell me! You can't just jump out and swing off to god knows where!"
"I was just taking a little stroll around town, I was bored."
Tony takes the phone out of Steve's hand and clears his throat.
"Peter you will get your spider ass back to this house or I will take away your skateboard."
"Go ahead, I can go without skating for a few days."
"Fine, you're right, but I hope you don't mind if break it in half then and, hmm, I don't know, take away your new camera?"
"….I'll be home in 10, geesh."
"You bet your butt you will be."
Tony hangs up, hands the phone back to Steve, and puts his goggles back on. Steve nods and scratches his ear.
"Well you took care of that."
"Course I did. I'm much stricter towards him than you are."
"I'm surprised, I was in the army, you just did a bunch of science projects~"
"I did more than 'just a bunch of science projects' but it's just the way it worked out. I could have a class called 'Parenting 101'."
Tony patted Steve's cheek and continued his welding. Steve shyly smiled and headed back upstairs to wait for Peter to get back.