Peter woke the next morning, groaning at the sunlight hitting him right in the face. He threw the covers off and looked at the time on his phone, it was 8 am. He groaned again, it was a Saturday and-wait a minute- his room didn't have a window over there. Peter looked around confused for a moment before the night before came rushing back and he just smiled.
The teen hopped out of bed; hair stuck up everywhere. He padded out to the hallway, peter just slept in pajama pants and really didn't think twice about going downstairs looking like that. He reached the Livingroom before asking. "Hey J? Is Tony awake?" He asked curiously
"Sir is in the kitchen drinking enough coffee to replace his blood"
Peter laughed "Can you tell me where the kitchen is?" He asked the ceiling.
"Down to your left, watch your step between the living room and dining room, there are two small ones. It's on the other side of the dining room."
"Thanks, J!" He said with a bright smile "And good morning." He added wandering off to find the kitchen
"Good morning"
Tony looked up, smiling softly at Peter. "Morning"
Peter ran a hand through his hair, trying to tame it But making it worse "Morning." He said with a smile.
"Coffee? I have tea and juice as well"
"Coffee works. Thanks" he said, grinning "Did you sleep?" He asked curiously, leaning on the counter.
"Yeah, I did" Tony smiled. "I've only been up an hour or so"
"Good." Peter smiled "Thanks again for letting me crash here."
"No problem at all, any time"
"What do you have planned for today?" He asked curiously, moving to the coffee pot to pour him a cup.
"More of the same old same old" Tony hummed.
"Sounds...boring." Peter joked, taking a sip of his coffee.
"Tinkering?" Tony grinned.
Peter worried his lip for a moment before talking "We could go do something" Peter offered "If you're too busy, I understand" he added quickly, fighting down his blush.
"Sounds fun, what do you wanna do? "
Peter shrugged "That's as far as I got with my plan" He admitted with a laugh.
"Hmmm" Tony grinned, passing him some coffee
Peter accepted the coffee graciously. "Bowling?" Peter asked with a lopsided grin thrown at Tony.
"Oh so you want to see me fall on my ass" Tony laughed brightly.
Peter shook his head "I'd have suggested skating for that" He said with a laugh.
"Either way my ass will meet the ground"
Peter laughed, trying to keep his mind off of Tony's ass. "Fine what do YOU want to do? And if you take me to an art show or a museum I WILL climb out the window" he warned playfully "I've gotten good at it" He added absently sipping his coffee, grinning around the cup.
"Arcade?" Tony offered, grinning.
Peter snorted out a laugh, rolling his eyes "Is that a young joke?" He asked raising his eyebrow.
"No, I like ski ball"
"Arcade sounds great then," Peter says, smiling happily at Tony.
Tony grinned, ruffling his hair. "Let's get dressed then a d head out after pancakes"
Peter perked up "You're making pancakes?"
Tony nodded, grabbing a spatula. "My specialty!"
"Oooh. Can I help?" He asked happily.
"Sure, can you pick us out some fruit?"
"Coming right up!" Peter said, heading for the fridge to see what there was.
"Thanks" Tony turned to start making the batter.
Peter laid the blueberries, bananas, and strawberries out on the counter "Next?" Peter asked, walking over and watching Tony mix the batter.
"Mmm, bacon or sausage?"
"Hmm, what's your favorite?" Peter asked curiously.
"I like both honestly" Tony shrugged. "But sausage goes better with pancakes.
Peter nodded "Same, that's why I asked your favorite" he chuckled, "sausage it is"
"Mmmm, sausage"
Peter laughed, heading over to grab the sausage patties from the freezer.
"Pans in that cabinet by the stovetop" he pointed to it, his eyes still locked to the electric skillet.
"Gotcha," Peter said, grabbing the pan and putting it on the stove, allowing it to heat up.
Tony hummed softly, flipping the pancakes before turning to Peter. "You got it?"
"Yeah, I'm good." He assured Tony "We make a pretty good team" he joked, flipping the sausage.
"The best" he nodded, getting syrups, butter and silverware out before he started stacking pancakes on a dish. Peter giggled, putting the sausage on a different plate and turning the stove off. "There we go!" He flung the spatula into the sink.
Peter smiled "Let's eat." He said happily. Tony sat, gesturing to the other chair. Peter sat and fixed his own plate, putting some sausage onto Tony's as well. "Drinks," He said, standing up "What do you want?" He asked nicely, heading for the fridge.
"Mmm, just my coffee, thanks"
"Do you need more?" He asked, grabbing the milk and searching for a cup.
"Nah, I'm good, thank you though" he grinned, putting some pancakes on both of their plates.
Once he found his cup and got his milk peter sat back down "this looks so good" he said with a lopsided grin thrown at Tony.
"Eat up! I made plenty"
Peter smiled, taking a bite and moaning at how good it tasted. "These taste amazing Tony."
"Thank you" Tony preened, biting into his own breakfast.
When Peter finished his food he sat back, letting out a breath. "I'm so full. Thank you for breakfast." He said, throwing tony a smile.
"You're very welcome, thanks for helping"
"I love cooking. It was fun." He said, standing up and grabbing his plate and Tony's, taking it to the sink.
"I'll do those later" he tugged Peter away from the sink. "I have some clothes that might fit you."
"I don't mind helping." He said, allowing tony to lead him away.
"I know, but it's okay"
Peter nodded. "I don't think we're the same size." Peter laughed.
"I know but I've kept some smaller ones for people before. Let's go exploring in my extras closet"
Peter raised an eyebrow "Are you giving me booty call clothes?" He asked, clearly amused.
Tony threw his head back and laughed. "No"
Peter eyed him, playfully "Hey, J. Is tony giving me clothes from old booty calls?" He asked, trying to keep a straight face.
"No, Mr. Parker. That would require him to have said booty calls."
Peter laughed. "Thanks, J." He said to the ceiling. "Hey, it was a legit question "Playboy." Is attached to the end of your name all the time." He defended.
"That's because they like to try and pair me up with my friends " Tony pouted.
"Ahh." Peter said "Okay." He shrugged, believing tony instantly, no matter what the papers and news reports said, he knew better than to believe those idiotic things.
Tony smiled, giving him a one-armed hug before leading him into a closet full of various sizes and styles. Peter blushed, hugging back the best he could. "Jesus tony, did you just buy something in every size just in case?" He laughed.
"Pretty much" Tony laughed.
Peter shook his head, picking pants and a shirt in his size, just a T-shirt and blue jeans, nothing fancy "these will work." He said with a smile.
Tony nodded. "Let's get dressed and head out"
"Sounds good!" Peter said, finding his way back to his room, Jarvis helped a bit, this place was a maze. Once he was dressed and satisfied with himself in the mirror, he went to find tony. Tony was waiting near the elevator, grinning widely as he fiddled on his phone. Tony looked hot in normal clothes peter decided as he walked up, returning the smile "Ready to get your ass kicked at ski ball?"
"Oh hell no! That's my ski ball!" Tony pouted playfully.
"I might let you win" peter shrugged with a big grin as they headed out of the tower and into the waiting car.
"No way! No holding back"
Peter rolled his eyes "Yes dear " he drawled.
"Cute, but I prefer honey" he grinned. Peter snorted out a laugh, shaking his head. Tony led the way into the arcade, holding out his arms. Peter chuckled at Tony, heading to get change so they could play. "To the ski ball!" Tony grinned, leading Peter to it.
"You're a giant kid, you know that right?" He said, smiling fondly. Peter actually sucked at ski ball but he liked teasing Tony.
"Yes, and I love it" Tony huffed
"Doesn't bother me a bit." He assured tony. "I like this side of you." He said, continuing on to the ski ball. Tony grabbed one of the balls once they were loose, hefting it in his hand for a moment before rolling it, turning to grin at Peter. Peter tried next and failed miserably. "I actually suck at this," he said with a laugh and a shrug.
Tony leaned over. "Think of it like bowling "
Peter laughed "I suck at that too, it was the first thing that popped in my mind, I'm glad you vetoed it" he admitted, smiling.
Tony stepped closer. "Here, look"
Peter looked up at tony questioningly "Hmm?" He asked.
Tony guided him into position, showing him how to roll it. Peter let the ball go, Tony's hand still on his arm when the ball went into a hole. "oh! Cool! I got one!" He said excitedly.
"See? You can do it!"
Peter laughed, not moving away from tony. "Thanks," He said with a smile.
Tony hugged him tightly. "Now you try"
Peter's breath caught when tony hugged him. He nodded his head, keeping his blush down as best as possible as he rolled another ball. "Good!" Tony grinned, rolling another of his own.
Peter laughed "You're winning." He pointed out.
"Only because I've played more"
Peter shrugged "I'm not a sore loser." He said tossing another ball.
"That's a good thing to be." Tony nodded. "Sometimes I'm a very sore loser."
Peter snorted rolling his eyes "Giant kid" He repeated fondly.
"I do not deny it" he grinned.
Peter grinned. They played more ski ball and a few other games before Peter's stomach growled. "Guess I'm getting hungry," he said, flushing a little. "I'd actually like to try the food at that diner." He said, "if it's alright with you." He added.
"Of course!" Tony grinned, leading him away from the games. Peter smiled, following Tony out to the car. Tony got them to the diner, grinning at the waitress. "Hello, again Stella!"
Stella grinned "Hello Mr. Stark!" She said happily "Hello." She added looking at peter with the same happy smile. "H,." Peter said politely.
"My usual spot please, Stella." He smiled as they walked. "Your haircut looks lovely, by the way"
"Thank you, Mr. Stark." She said with a smile "Right this way." Peter smiled and followed; Tony was just so nice to everyone.
Tony sprawled on his half of the booth. "Thank you!" The waitress left the menus and walked away saying she'd be back with the drinks soon.
"What are you gonna get?" Peter asked, looking over the menu.
"Probably my usual, but I'm feeling bacon and extra cheese this time"
Peter laughed "that sounds good."
"It really does. I love their burgers."
Peter nodded "I'll have what you are." He decided, laying the menu down.
Tony smiled, turning as Selma walked up. "Two burger baskets with extra cheese and bacon. Extra pickles on mine please"
Peter grinned, stomach doing a flip having tony order for him. "Thanks."
"Welcome," Tony grinned.
"That really was the best burger." Better said once they had eaten. He checked his phone and it was almost 2. His date was supposed to meet him around five. And he needed to shower and everything. Ned had texted him to remind him of the date. Peter just sighed and put his phone away, he didn't want to leave Tony.
"It always is. And Stella always refuses to give me the secret" Tony huffed.
Peter laughed "good. It keeps you coming back here." He mused.
"Ah, that's her plot!" Tony laughed brightly "good thinking!"
Peter grinned "I'm pretty smart, you should know this by now" He teased.
"You're amazingly smart it's refreshing"
Peter grinned "I'll take that as the highest of compliments, coming from an actual genius." He mused.
"I have to get going." He said with a sigh, not actually moving to leave.
"Huh? Oh, that date" Tony wrinkled his nose. "Need some grease stained clothes?" He grinned.
Peter laughed "Nah." He said shaking his head "Maybe this won't be so bad" he said hopefully, knowing he was probably wrong.
"Fingers crossed for you" Tony grinned, crossing his fingers exaggeratingly.
Peter rolled his eyes "Hopefully there is a convenient window"
"If not, ninja roll out the door" he laughed.
"Hopefully it won't come to that." He said with a laugh "Maybe I'll find my one true love." He said jokingly, rolling his eyes again.
"Twue wuv" he sang, batting his eyes.
Peter laughed, shaking his head fondly. "Don't believe in love?" He asked with another laugh.
"I do but finding it in blind dates set by the same friend that set you on multiple bad ones? Slim"
Peter snorted out a laugh "Don't kill my hope." He said, laughing more.
"Oops sorry" Tony grinned.
Peter rolled his eyes "you are not"
"Nah, but I'm a good pretender"
Peter rolled his eyes again "Good to know." He said standing up and grabbing the ticket again for him to pay.
"Hey!" Tony pouted.
Peter shook his head "Ah-ah. You made breakfast." He said, sticking his tongue out.
"So?" He pouted, even as he fought to keep from grinning.
"Soooo, my treat." He said, shrugging "Plus you made time in your busy schedule for me today." He added dramatically, laughing
Tony snorted, ruffling his hair "fiiiine" Peter playfully swatted Tony's hand away, making his way to the counter to pay, still smiling. Tony followed, grinning broadly. "Thanks again, Stella!" He called as they headed out.
She waved at them as they left. Once they were outside peter spoke "I can walk from here. It's not far." He said with a smile "Thanks again for everything"
Tony smiled. "No problem at all, Peter. Make sure and look at that phone at home, ok?" He winked.
Peter blushed, "I'll look at it and I'll use it" he promised, hugging tony tightly before letting go, blushing more. Peter turned and walked away, really debating on skipping his date. Tony smiled widely, heading home.