Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

I have not read this chapter yet

"Okay, he might've told me, but in my defense I wasn't really paying attention right then" Peter admitted, laying down between the multiple seats.

"Hey, sit up and get buckled." Tony glanced to the mirror at the movement, catching Peter mid-crime.

"Whyy? Stephen got cool powers when he crashed, I'm shooting my shot" Peter retorted, reaching his arms up to mess with the little shiny thing poking out the other end of the door for decoration.

Tony reached his arm back and let it drop on Peter's stomach, leaving a 'phwap' sound as it made contact.

Peter lurched upward into place by reflex, hands covering his stomach.

"You've already got cool powers, no dice. Buckle up or I'll pull over and stick you in the trunk with Scott's kid's 'secret' Pokémon card stash" he threatened, hand on the other front seat to help him look back at Peter.

"There's Pokémon cards in there?" Peter asked, peeking over the back window just to glance at the roof of the trunk.

"I'm not sticking you in a trunk to steal a six year old's Pokémon cards—"

"I think she's 9 now"

"Whatever. I'm gonna stick you in there for your safety. If you take those cards I will leave you on the freeway in a box for another billionaire to give you a litter box and some tuna" Tony gave a dumb threat, just in case Peter might think it's serious.

"What if we get rear ended?" Peter asked, at this point just being annoying for fun.

"You'll live" Tony shrugged it off, aware the only way to win this fight was killing them both off.

Peter rolled his eyes and got buckled, looking out the window again.

Another quiet period ensued, not lasting as long as some of the previous ones this time.

It was interrupted by the sounds of 'could've been me' (by the struts) blasting off of the radio.

Peter didn't know the song, but it had a catchy tune. Tony seemed just fine dancing to it, so no harm was done.

He laughed for a bit at Tony's absolutely jamming vibe, before 'the ultimate showdown' (by Lemon Demon) began.

(Listen to it, this next part will make much more sense)

Tony looked at his phone in confusion, not remembering adding the song. It seemed Friday added songs that Peter liked too, so now it was a three-person account apparently.

He knew this, because Peter had already began singing.

At first, Tony didn't care for the song so much, and just thought it fun that Peter was enjoying singing it so much, but as he listened to the lyrics Peter was increasingly raising volume of as he got more comfortable, he found himself immersed  within the unhinged energy of the story.

When it got to all of the naming, immediately after like six bombs being dropped on his restraint of laughter, he found himself impressed that Peter named all of them perfectly.

The ending caught him off guard.

When the song ended, he turned down the volume and looked back at Peter.

"What the hell was that?" He whispered, being sure the smile on his face was genuine.

"Art" Peter replied, reaching for his phone from the floor.

Tony shook his head as he looked back to the road, they weren't too far now.

Peter opened up his messages.