Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

Splish spalsh Im having a heart attack

His work time was usually clear of bad thoughts when he concentrated. Getting distracted commonly pulled him into parts of his head that were reserved for nightmares and alone time only. Forcing his body into stuffing itself up with food, he found it easier to stay focused.

"Uh.. yeah" Peter replied, not wanting to be rude in case Tony was just finding an excuse to clear his own hunger in a polite way "I could eat".

Tapping his wrist to the ceiling, he lightly pushed the button of his web shooter and let a drop out to stick to it. Letting it gradually come out, he slid smoothly down the ceiling with habit. Peter flipped himself over as he came into contact with the floor, calmly tugging the string off of the ceiling in a practiced manner of angle to leave no web marks.

Tony let out an impresses whistle, "smooth sailing, little man" he complimented, admiring the well practiced muscle memory.

Peter didn't reply, shying away happily from the praise.

They walked side by side into the elevator, Peter still not over the magical oo ee oo ah ah, ting tang, wala wala bing bang that greeted them.

"Fri, take us to the kitchen hon" he tapped the wall as if to get her attention.

Peter knew she was listening anyways, but the gesture was funny.

Once the (most likely) metal doors released them, Tony guided Peter along past some closed doors in a long hallway. Turning a corner, they came across what seemed to be a lounge. A tv, multiple controllers (Peter has never seen so many in one place, stores being the exception) and a few large couches all angled in a thrust stage, clearly the tv being the main attraction.

Behind the couch, carpet turned to marble, or some other white floor tile Peter would rather not get his mind caught up in deciphering at the moment. A bit further along, an island counter started the barrier to an open kitchen, everything fitting in naturally, but in a clean and friendly way.

One other thing caught Peter's attention. Two men sat at the counter, one wore a long cloak and facial hair much like Tony's. Peter couldn't see the face of the other.

"Oh, hey Strange, morning Bruce" Tony greeted when he noticed them.

Bruce waved a hello with what seemed to be his unoccupied hand. Peter still couldn't see behind the seemingly floating cape the Strange guy wore.

"Good afternoon Tony" Stephen corrected, concentrating on something that an ancient sentient relic was covering.

"Always a pleasure for a buzzkill" he grinned, making his way behind the counter.

Peter didn't know what to do now. His party anchor had abandoned him, does he follow? Does he stay still and wait for instruction? Luckily, he didn't have to decide.

"Come, sit down Pete" Tony waved his hand at Peter while he dug through the fridge.

"Oh, I didn't notice you before. Hello Pete" Bruce greeted, keeping them covered hand still as he twisted to shake his hand.

Peter's jaw dropped.

"Uh, his name is Peter actually, mind you" Tony pointed a banana at Bruce while he continued pulling random things out of the cold box.