Peter's pov
Peter breathed out, trying to calm his nerves. He could sneak into Avengers Tower without being caught he just had to keep calm and not make any noise.
Of course, Friday would play a big role to with the whole don't fire repalsors, keep the window open, and of course don't alert the team of a break-in or worse, his dad.
You see, Peter was grounded for some or other reasons, and after being in the tower for almost a whole week, he was going stir crazy so like any sensible teenager with super powers he had sneak out.
In Peter defense he didn't know it would be so easy and on top of that he kinda thought his dad would activate protocol, get your grounded spider butt back here, not even 20 minutes after he left. Surprisingly, that didn't happen.
So now, with the clock reading 1:32 a.m., he was trying to get back into bed without anyone knowing. Having Parker still as a middle name after the whole adoption thing Peter was just hoping is old Parker luck wouldn't strike again
With one more deep breath, Peter continued silently climbing up the side of the building. While busy, he talked in a hushed voice, "Friday, it's me Peter can you please open my room window? "
In a disapproving voice but still not loud even to wake anyone, the Al replied, " Already done mini boss."
Peter just smiled before jumping through the opening. He landed in pitch darkness, but at least there was now alarm going off. Pulling of his mask, Peter glided to the light switch, the victory bubbling inside him. He did it! What until he told Ned even his best friend sounded highly doubtful when he mentioned the plan.
After the room was lighted, Peter's hand was just about to reach the spider symbol on his site when someone cleared their throat behind him. Jumping with pure terror, Peter spinned around with the speed of lightning, his eyes met with no other than Tony Stark himself. There plainly put, Peter Parker Stark was dead...Peter wondered if the news would reach the outside world or if Iron Man's murder would remain secret.
" Hi dad, what are you doing up so late? "Beter to go casual than frightened, right? Peter wondered if he would be granted any last words.
Still trying out the picture of calm Tony replied in a conversational tone,"Oh you know woke up at 12 to a Al calming telling me that my son was out patrolling and it was way past his curfew."
Peter grumbled beneath his breath, "Friday, how could you? I actually used to trust you. "
"I am sorry, miny boss, but your safety is my many priority." Friday informed, sounding almost disappointed or as much as an artificial intelligence could manage.
Tony deciding to ignore the side conversation going on between the boy and the al continued, "So I got up and came to check if that was true because honestly I had a hard time to believe my son would actually sneak out and I don't know go do what I strictly said he couldn't do? "
Peter cringed at his dad's tone, so maybe it was true he was grounded from spidermanning, and that week he mentioned earlier might have been only 2 days in reality. Death was coming fast
"Dad, I'm sorry,but at the same time, I was grounded for no reason at all! "
Tony took a deep breath through his nose before replying, " Pete, you were never grounded it is just common sense that you can't go out heroing two days after breaking your ankle."
"But it doesn't even hurt anymore!" Was that a tiny white lie? Definitely...but did his dad need to know that? No, he did not.
"You could have just waited one more day to calm my nerves?"
"Well if you say it like that...sorry." Ugh, now Peter felt bad. Was this his dad's way? Slowly killing him with guilt...
"..."
Tony just rubbed his face. How is it that he had to deal with this side of the kid, but all the other Avengers only saw the sweet Peter. That's probably just the definition of being a parent and dealing with stupid kids.
No matter how many grey hairs he would have to survive through, he would always love his kid. Ever way, he was a billionaire a few extra boxes of hair dye wouldn't make a dent in his bank account.