Peter woke up to the warm tendrils of the morning sun lining his face. He got up, feeling like it would be a good day. He showered, got dressed, brushed his teeth, and made his bed, finally leaving his room to see the others just now getting breakfast. He was still a little tired, so he didn't notice anything off about anything, yet everyone else did. Steve looked up, and yelped. Peter was on the ceiling. Tony looked up, and grinned, causing everyone else to look up, mirroring his face.
"Hey, Pete?" Tony called. Peter hummed back, wondering what he needed. "Something seem off right there?" He tried to be subtle, but was slowly breaking into a laugh. Peter looked at him questioningly, but then looked down at where he was standing, slowly looking back up, and grinned sheepishly. He hopped down, and grabbed a coffee.
"Sorry about that, I get mixed up sometimes." Tony chuckled, then saw what Peter was about to drink.
"PETER! No coffee! You know the rule!" Peter groaned.
"Dad, I'm tired today! Please?" He gave his puppy dog eyes, making some others coo at him. Tony sighed.
"Fine, but you guys don't run to me when he's acting like a menace!" This made the others worried. Tony usually didn't worry about something for no reason. Peter drank the whole mug in two large gulps, then his eyes widened. "Pete? You okay there, bud?" Peter looked at him, smiling like a Cheshire Cat.
"Oh my god! Dad dad dad daddaddaddad! Guess what happened yesterday! I accidentally ran into a bird while swinging, and then I saved it from falling and made sure it was fine, then swung off and then helped an old lady with her groceries, and she got me a churro, and then a robber tried to mug this guy, so I stopped it, and the guy tried to pay me, but I declined, and then I stopped a bank robbery because robbers are bad, and so are muggers, and criminals, and HYDRA, and those people at retail that don't let you return something, and then I rescued a little girl from a kidnapping, and then dropped the bad guy at the police station, and the police were super nice! Except for this one guy in the precinct, who glared at me the whole time, but he had handcuffs on, so I guess that's because he is a bad guy, and I'm not, wow! I can't even imagine myself as a bad guy! That'd be bad! Anyway, back to what I was saying, I need to make more web fluid." He finally took a gulp of air after not breathing through the entire speech. Everyone stared at him.
"Peter… that whole story has nothing to die with web fluid." Tony was worried. Peter laughed.
"Okay! Anyway, want a PopTart?" He held up a PopTart he got from seemingly nowhere, holding it up to Clint, who was behind him, trying to sneak up so he could knock him out to stop the onslaught of words. Tony jumped.
"Peter, when did you even get that?!"
"I have a stash in my room, I keep it for Thor when he visits, he likes them, and doesn't like when others eat his food, so he trusted me!"
"If he doesn't like others eating his food, why would you give it to Clint? Thor would electrocute someone that steals his food," Steve interjected. Peter grinned maniacally.
"You caught me, sorry." He threw the PopTart across the hall. They stared at it.
"Why'd you throw it," Steve asked. Peter shrugged, bringing up another one.
"Want this one?" Tony took it and threw it.
"No, we don't want to be killed by Thor!" Peter brought up another one, and that went on and on. "Jesus, kid! How many do you have?!"
"Too many," Peter whispered creepily. Tony shuddered, glancing at Steve and nodding, as Steve knocked Peter out with a lamp.
"Why did you use a lamp?" Tony was confused by the day, and it barely even started!
"I just used whatever was closest. Man, nobody give him caffeine ever again." Everyone nodded immediately.
"Should've listened to me," Tony grumbled, shaking his head as Bucky and Steve took Peter back to his room.
