Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

Your mom 😩🤌

"Okay" she said after a moment, as if sucking in the information.

Peter sat in silence again. His mind was ready to go but his body was readying itself for a coffin.

"Peter, you okay in there bud?" Tony's voice entered the room.

Peter jumped, not remembering hearing anyone enter, leave, or even walk down the hall.

It took him longer than he'd care to admit to remember Friday connected calls automatically sometimes.

"Wh— yeah I'm cool. Just uh.. like.. thinking and everything" he said, shuffling in his bed to get into a seating position, his heart now taking on two reasons to freak out.

"Alrighty. If you're still up for breakfast I've got some eggs made. I didnt know what kind you liked and you didn't come down here soon enough for me to ask so there's at least 7 different options on the table right now" Peter could hear some music in the background of Tony's call, and the sizzling of egg as well.

"Sure! Yeah, sorry" he scrambled out of bed (like an egg, haha), stuffing his phone into his pocket and leaping off of the loft, grabbing his bag as he swung out the door.

Tony was obviously surprised at how quickly Peter had arrived to the kitchen, seeing as the call hadn't even ended yet and Peter last spoke like two seconds ago.

"Morning, sunshine!" Tony grinned happily, his arms extending up into the air halfway.

Peter already knew Tony was up all night, because Tony both had the twitchy vibe/coffee stain smell, and a secret project he didn't think Peter knew about the existence of.

Well, partly. He knew it existed, but not what it was. It seemed that Tony was so good at customizing the tower to fit powers, that he also knew exactly how to work against them.

That is one terrifying skill Peter never wanted to be up against.

But still, the fact that Tony had made sure to leave the dankness of his basement to clean himself up a bit and make Peter breakfast?

Peter was wondering if he could get a heart disease from his vital organ booming so much. It was starting to feel more possible and more concerning by the minute.

"Good morning mr Stark" Peter smiled a genuine smile, sliding into one of the chairs at the counter.

"Hungry?" Tony asked, gesturing to the wave of plates on the counter.

He wasn't lying when he said he'd made so many.

Peter laughed, reaching for the nearest one.

Tony took off the apron he was wearing, Peter just noticing it because of how close of a color it was to Tony's grey hoodie.

Joining Peter at the counter with the army of unborn chickens, Tony grabbed the scrambled plate and took a bite.

"What's got you down here so late?" Tony asked, his mouth still full.

Peter twitched at the sound of Tony's chewing when he talked, but replied anyways.

"Just uh.. we're gonna be working on that little AI dude today. I didn't do as much this weekend as I had hoped I would" it wasn't entirely untrue, he only actually added in three commands, which were 'go forward', 'stop', and 'turn right'.