Comfortember Day Eleven: Warmth

Rain pounded relentlessly against the Tower's roof. Peter was surprised the rain didn't break through by now. Then again, this was the Tower and not a random house. When Peter stared out the gloomy large window, he saw no one else's roof's were destroyed by this miserable weather.

He was glad Aunt May was out of town with Happy on a vacation. He did not want his aunt to be in this mess. Or Happy. The man would just get crankier at having to drive through New York in this weather, not that Peter blamed him. It almost looked like the streets were small rivers.

...Okay, so it wasn't raining that bad. It might as well have been. He felt bad that he called Tony to pick him up from school after the building's power went out. It was just that he didn't want to swing through the rain as Spider-Man or walk through ankle deep puddles and get splashed by cars driving by.

Tony didn't mind but Peter still felt bad and that was two hours ago. Right now, Tony was down in his lab working on a system of some kind. Peter stayed upstairs in the living room, working on the homework assignments his teachers gave the class before dismissing everyone. Well, he was before he decided to look out the window.

Peter decided that he didn't have to rush his homework so he went into the kitchen and searched through the fridge to find something warm to eat. Some sort of comfort food. Tony already gave him soup when he got to the Tower but it didn't take long for Peter to get hungry again.

Part of him wanted meatloaf, that sounded nice and made his mouth water. Unfortunately, he didn't know how to make it and he'd probably set the kitchen on fire. Peter shut the fridge and searched through the cabinets instead. There was more soup but he didn't want any more of that.

"Oh," Peter said when he saw a package of ramen. That was easy to make. "Why thank you, Mister Stark," he said to himself.

The ramen didn't take too long to make. He didn't fail to notice that FRIDAY also turned up the heat. Peter didn't waste any time stuffing the warm noodles into his mouth, not caring that he was burning his tongue. He just needed something in his stomach. He seemed to get that way during rainy days.

Peter decided to also make hot chocolate. And just in case Tony decided to come upstairs he prepared him some coffee. When his hot chocolate was done he wandered back into the living room and tried to do his homework.

"FRIDAY, can you turn on Stranger Things?" Peter asked, politely, looking to the ceiling.

"Yes, Peter," FRIDAY replied.

"Thanks! You're the best. I just need some background noise while I go through this."

"Boss also likes to listen to music when he works."

"I know. But if a show is on then if I can't figure out my homework I'll be able to watch something, clear my head, and get back to it."

"I understand."

Peter doubted she did because he worded it rather poorly but he appreciated her response anyway. Before he started his homework (he didn't know why he was delaying it so much), he took the blanket from behind the couch and wrapped it around himself.

"Okay, now I can work."

Or so he thought.

XXX

Peter hummed and turned on his side. His body was so warm, like he was next to a campfire or laying on top of a heater. The warmth wasn't uncomfortable. If anything it was making it hard for him to open his eyes (when did he even close them?). He just wanted to keep resting (when did that happen?).

Peter tugged the blanket further up his body and hid half his face in it. This was so much better than how cold he was a few hours ago. Did he even finish his homework? Did he even watch Stranger Things? He did turn that on, right? He couldn't hear anything.

He recognized the soft feeling of a pillow under his head. Did he put that there? What happened?

Whatever. He snuggled deeper in the warm blanket and smiled.

He thought he heard a voice.

Maybe part of an oncoming dream.

XXX

Peter yawned loudly but still refused to open his eyes. He didn't care how much time passed. His hearing could still pick up the sound of heavy rain. It sounded much harder than before. It might've been hailing now. He felt bad for any poor souls out there.

Suddenly, Peter was in the air and pressed against something sturdy. He heard a familiar sound. A safe sound. Peter struggled to open his eyes. He smiled lazily at the blurry face of his mentor.

"M'ser St'r…"

"It's okay, Spider-baby," Tony whispered. His voice was so soft. "Go back to sleep."

Peter stirred just a little and rested his head against Tony's chest. "Wha's goin'..." he broke off into a yawn.

"I'm just taking you to your room, bud," Tony replied, chuckling lightly. Peter liked that.

"How long?" Peter mumbled.

"FRIDAY told me you fell asleep two minutes after you tried doing your homework," Tony said. "I didn't realize you were so tired, kiddo."

"Mm, neither did I."

Tony nudged Peter's door open with his foot and proceeded to take him to his bed. Peter sunk into the soft mattress of his bed and closed his eyes again. This was so much better than the couch. Though he had to admit, the couch was comfy. He had to give props to Tony.

Tony covered Peter with his blankets. "Alright. Now you go back to sleep, hm?"

"Wait...Time?"

"It doesn't matter, Underoos. There's still a lot of time to do things later."

Peter nodded. "Good. I wanna spend time with you."

"We can later," Tony promised. "If you need anything just ask FRIDAY to get me."

Peter hummed. "Will do."

"Okay, enough talking. You're seconds away from passing out."

Peter nodded again and shifted onto his side. He kept his eyes closed and focused on the sound of Tony's heartbeat until it went away. But it didn't leave right away much to his surprise.

Warmth spread through his body as he felt Tony kiss the top of his head.

"Sleep well, kiddo."

XXX

Peter was wide awake by midnight. He couldn't hear the rain anymore. He hopped out of his bed and headed to the kitchen to get some hot chocolate again. He noticed the coffee pot was completely empty. He smiled, glad that Tony drank what he made for him.

Speaking of Tony, he was probably still in the lab. He usually was until one in the morning, sometimes even two. He was always reprimanded for it but habits die hard. Peter had times himself where he stayed up past curfew. Another thing he and Tony had in common.

Peter stepped into the lab with his steaming hot chocolate still in hand. The lights were on but there was no sign of Tony Stark. He took a sip of his drink and wandered around as if that would make Tony appear. It didn't look like Tony had left any projects half done and his tools were put away.

"FRIDAY? Where is Mister Stark?"

"Boss is upstairs in his room," FRIDAY dutifully answered.

"Is he sleeping?" Peter asked, skeptically.

"Yes."

"What the heck? When did that happen?" Peter asked.

"Exactly one hour, two minutes and three seconds ago."

"Oh…" Peter mumbled, frowning. "So much for doing stuff later."

"Boss has a secret project he wants to work on with you later today. You will still be able to 'do stuff later'," FRIDAY said.

"Right, because it's midnight. I just gotta wait a few hours for Mister Stark to wake up."

"That's correct."

Peter took a long sip of his hot chocolate. He headed back upstairs and to the living room. He sat on the couch.

"I might as well finish my Stranger Things show. Please put it on again, FRI."

"Yes, Peter."

"Thanks!"

Peter leaned back on the couch and watched his show.

And if he gave Tony an accidental jumpscare a few hours later when he walked into the living room, no one had to know.

Author's Note: This was just a nice cozy one I liked to write. I wrote it on a really rainy day and on those days it's hard to pretty much do anything. It was one of those days I didn't wanna get out of bed because I was so comfy. I pretty much projected that here.

That's all for now. I'll see ya'll in the next chapter.

Thanks for reading!

~Kurosaki