Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

The end

Tony rolled his eyes, already regretting implementing the list of what words they should avoid for the sake of Peter being a kid.

Said list would've only be about four to five words if it weren't for Peter's own additions. His personal favorite was 'cotton-headed ninny-muggins' which he and Tony had a good laugh over while Stephen remained in silent confusion.

Peter's stomach rumbled, which surprised him greatly. That usually was not an audible occurrence.

Stephen raised a brow.

"I'm hungry" he admitted, shocking himself as he did so, holding a facial expression practically identical to a rabbit's.

"Hi hungry, I'm dad" Tony grinned, pulling out his phone absentmindedly.

Stephen stood up to look at the menu Tony was bringing up.

Meanwhile Peter was experiencing existential crisis nummer tre as his brain caught up to his intellect.

Living here was one thing enough as it was.

But Tony literally was going to be his dad.

Like— actual actual legal guardian style dad. Father-son situation.

So was Stephen.

Okay, holy shit, wow.

He didn't get much time to mull it over before Tony sat down next to him and showed him the menu for a pizza place he'd never heard of. It looked expensive though.

He clicked on the half mushroom/half cheese pizza, opting for not the exact cheapest so that Tony would catch on, but something he liked more than every other cheap choice.

"Gosh, you're such a simpleton" Tony stood up after Peter ordered, walking over to the table and getting himself a cup of water.

Peter sat silently, a bit nervous.

Why? He didn't know. It just happened sometimes. Nothing was inherently wrong, in fact he was having a great time, but something just felt.. off.

He stood up, definitely feeling it in his still-healing injuries. A wave of lightheadedness got to him. Probably hasn't been drinking enough honestly, there wasn't much before or after the milk from his cereal..

Stephen looked up from his phone again, tensing a bit at Peter standing. With a wave of his arm, Cloakie had Peter off the ground in no time.

Peter chuckled sheepishly, more of a nervous laugh than anything.

"Where're you off to, bud?" Stephen asked, a little bit of concern in his voice.

"Bathroom, I haven't gone since yesterday" he uttered.

He wasn't lying, he did need to go, but he mostly just needed a minute to cool himself down before he had an inexplicably useless attack over nothing.

Cloakie made it's way to the bathroom past the bedroom restroom, a huge relief for Peter. Instead of the whole cat routine, the cloak just folded itself neatly outside of the door, still looking resigned to do so.