Peter stretched in his bed, loving the feeling of his muscles pulling. Last night Tony put him to bed and Peter realized today was Saturday, his dads were leaving today.
"Friday? What time is it?" Peter asked.
"9AM young sir, your father is finishing cooking breakfast and your pop is walking up towards your room as we speak." Friday answered.
Peter rolled over in bed and smashed his face into his pillow, he heard Steves footsteps down the hallway.
"Peter? You up?" Steve asked and opened the bedroom door.
Peters room was much larger than it needed to be. Tony had moved him after he grew out of the nursery down the hall that was now a mini office. Peter has a huge king bed in the middle with a fireplace and mounted TV across from his bed. The floor to ceiling windows took up an entire wall and Peter had shoved his desk against the wall years ago, homework and notes littered it 24/7. He had a bathroom off the corner with a huge shower and tub. It was practically an apartment.
Steve walked up to the bundle in the bed, "C'mon bud, get up. Breakfast is almost ready."
"Dad cooked it, its definitely not ready." Peter said into his pillow.
Steve laughed, "I actually caught him watching Food Network a few days ago before you came home from school, who knows it may be edible. If not, there is cereal in the cabinet."
Peter laughed and pulled himself up off the bed, "Pops?"
Steve turned around after opening the door more, "Yeah Pete?"
Peter looked at the man and gave him a big smile, "Good morning." Peter said.
Steve smiled at the most precious boy in front of him, "Good morning Peter. See you downstairs in a sec?"
"Mhmm, gotta go to the bathroom." Peter said and disappeared behind his bathroom door.
When Peter entered the bathroom, he looked into the mirror and slowly pulled up his shirt, his torso was littered with bruises and he had a small cut going from his sternum to almost his pant line.
"Gotta eat." Peter grumbled. His healing doesn't kick in unless he's had a good meal.
He didn't think he got hurt testing those new webs, but apparently crashing into a rooftop with barbed wire fence and cement could bruise you up a bit.
Peter pulled his shirt back down and did his business before making his way downstairs. As he walked down the stairs he could hear classic rock playing from the kitchen.
"Morning bud, take a seat and enjoy this delicious creation I have made for you." Tony said and slid a plate Peters way.
"Uhhh…" Peter looked down at the plate and saw what looked to be an omelet and some kind of potato?
"Its good." His pops said from a seat over. Peter dug in.
"Um, and healthy! Only like 1,500 calories!" Tony said.
Peter snorted into his food, "Dad that's a huge number, what do you mean!"
Steve was laughing, and Tony looked defeated, "I guess you're right Peter. That is a pretty big number."
A peaceful silence fell across the kitchen.
A few minutes later Peter spoke up, "So, you guys are leaving today?" Peter asked.
"What? Excited to get rid of us, what are you going to do? Throw a huge party? I threw out all of the alcohol after your Aunt threw that bottle at your Uncle." Tony said pointing a spatula at the boy.
"Uncle Clint won, Aunt Tasha shouldn't have gotten THAT mad." Peter said laughing.
"Yeah whatever, you were in the room. They should have known better." Tony said and took a seat with a cup of coffee sitting in his hands.
"But, to answer your question, no. I will not throw a party, I don't even know enough people to throw a party." Peter said.
"Eh, nerds don't know how to party anyway." Tony said with a shrug of his shoulder.
"Tony, I know enough stories from Rhodes to know you're lying." Steve said.
"Don't listen to Honeybear, he doesn't know anything." Tony said.
Peter listened to them bicker back and forth before speaking up, "I think I'll have Ned come over today if you don't mind."
Tony turned towards the boy, "Ted can come, I don't care."
"Ned." Peter said.
"Yeah yeah, Fred can come." Tony replied.
Peter rolled his eyes and stood up with his plate, his Dad got up and moved some bags from the living room to the foyer.
Peter rounded the corner and watched them put their coats on, "Leaving already? It's not even 10 yet."
Steve grabbed Peters head and placed a kiss on it, "We will be back before you know it."
"Meeting is at 12, wheels up in 20. Come here Pete." Tony called him over.
Peter walked over and melted into his Dads arms, "Be safe?"
"Always Bambino, always." Tony said into the boy's curls. He kissed him on the head and pulled away.
"I don't like Ross, always get a bad feeling when he is around." Peter said.
"Don't we all." Steve said.
"Don't worry about me or your pops, Ross just has a stick up his ass that apparently he wants us to pull out." Tony said.
Peter giggled and backed away from his Dad, "What do you think it's about?"
"Eh, probably Spider-Man. Hes oddly obsessed."
Peter froze at those words, his heart rate picked up. Ross was interested in him? Why? What did he do? Does he know Peter is Spider-Man? Is he going to tell his Dads?
Tony put both arms on Peters shoulder, "Peter? Hey, we will be fine. Stop worrying. Remember to eat and Friday won't let you stay in the lab till 3AM so don't even try. Call me if you get bored? Okay?" Tony told the boy. Peter nodded.
"C'mon Tony, were going to be late." Steve said from the elevator.
"I love you." Peter said suddenly.
"I love you more." Tony said and walked into the elevator.
"More than 1,500?" Peter said with a smirk and crossed his arms.
Tony cocked his head to the side and pretended to think, "Double it. I love you 3000."
