Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

Whiff

He could also see it plainly. The still smooth (yet not freshly tamed) hair, the red and tired eyes, even just the shakiness was more than normal. That, and he could see the rim marks on the inside of Tony's cup as he slid into the counter chair from how many times it'd been refilled.

He felt a twinge of guilt. Tony had probably asked Friday to keep an eye on Peter to know when he passed out.

He'd overheard Stephen mention Tony's determination on the matter to Bruce one day while Peter was eavesdropping on a conversation about advice on how to deal with the wild times Thor ever got back to the apartment they shared (entirely for financial reasons). That meant that whenever Peter went on late-night thought sprees, Tony had no choice but to as well.

Peter did his best to go to bed on time after that, not wanting either man suffering because he wouldn't listen. Anything Tony did after that couldn't be tied back to Peter. That was his mindset on it.

"Better than you" he joked, pulling out the kids Spiderman cup he'd shamelessly grown fond of and giving himself a cup of water.

"I'm sure" Tony agreed, flipping a pancake, not a moment later turning off the stove as well.

Peter glanced over at the golden-brown pancake, sipping his water to look as judgmental as possible. It smelled great honestly.

"I didn't know you could cook".

"What can I say? I am a man of many talents"

"Oh quiet you" Another voice broke in, "I'm the one who did all of the work. Good morning Peter".

Stephen gave Tony a good morning peck as he walked into the kitchen from a portal, waving to Peter, and then dropping down a seven-or-so pound pile of paperwork on the island counter.

"What's this?" Tony asked, leaning against the counter to face Peter and Stephen's direction.

"Picasso" Peter whispered to himself, "okay, I like it".

It seemed to go unheard by the other two, hence the tragedy that it was ignored.

"Wong's ending to the first contract" Stephen groaned, pulling out a fancy looking pen out of nowhere as he joined Peter at the counter, sliding over the spirit-crushing pile with him.

"The first one?" Tony clarified, "didn't he give you like thirty of those?".

"Don't remind me" Stephen rubbed his temple, "He's being such an ass about it now that he's got his own sanctum to protect. I thought getting him out of that teaching/librarian job against curious kids like me would finally settle some disputes, but noo, I've got a lot of debts to repay it seems" he waved his hands around sarcastically, spite lingering in his tone.

"Awe, is the little wizard man sad about his bitching days?" Tony mocked, sauntering over and sitting on the counter in front of the two of them, "he's a monk who's never had his patience tested as much as he had with you, cut him some slack".

"My bitching days aren't over yet" Stephen muttered, swiftly signing as many papers as he deemed fit.

"What if some of those are a contract to something really weird?" Peter asked, having seen and read enough teen cliche's to know that large amounts of paper spawning over spite were never a good thing to come across.

"Oof. he's gotcha there" Tony pointed the spatula at Stephen, "might have to actually do some light reading this week after all".

Stephen paused and picked one up, skimming over the writing.

"Every Saturday, you will be required to have WAP by Cardi B on loop for your designated hour spent in the mirror dimension until that time ends, effective immediately until the end of your rein. Once signed, this cannot be undone" he read allowed, deadpan.