Little Spiderling
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.
Tony was in the lab, Peter sitting with him. It was late at night, and Tony told Peter to go to bed, but he refused. Tony, too tired to argue, let him stay. It was comforting having Peter around. Tony didn't know why.
"Tony," Peter whined. "Are you done yet?" The billionaire chuckled. "Not yet, Underoos," he replied. Peter giggled and rested his chin on Tony's shoulder. "Hey Tony?" Peter asked. Tony hummed in response. "When can you come and sleep?" The said genius stopped his work and turned to the young boy. "Peter, you go to sleep. I'll be done when you're probably already sleeping. Go on up." he replied.
Peter just stared at Tony's project, chin still on the genius's shoulder. He yawned and groaned. "Fine…" moaned the teen, and got up. Exiting the lab, he called, "Good night, Mr Stark."
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Peter flopped onto his comfortable bed. He stared at the ceiling. "FRIDAY, when will Mr Stark be done with his work?" he asked. The AI responded with her thick Irish accent. "He will be done in a few hours." Peter groaned. He just wanted to sleep soundly next to Tony. Tony must be tired, right? Peter decided to check.
The teen snuck down to the lab where Tony was working. The man was still there. How? Peter thought. He crept up onto the ceiling in case Tony decided to look behind him. The poor boy started to feel sleepy, and didn't hear FRIDAY's voice say, "Boss, Peter is about to fall from the ceiling behind you."
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Tony shot up from his desk and ran to catch the teen boy. The man caught the youngling just as he was about to fall to the ground.
"Uhh.." Peter moaned. "Shh, go to sleep." cooed the genius. He carried the boy to his room and laid him on the soft bed. I should probably sleep too, thought the man. He curled up next to Peter and whispered, "Good night, my little Spiderling."
