Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

Tony's about to evict a kid

Not matured, per say. It was in almost an ethereal sense. Something Stephen couldn't explain.

It was like something was guiding Peter along through it all inside of him. It seemed unnatural to just blame it on Peter's experience. It was more than that. As if his hand was being held without him even knowing.

Once Stephen started thinking about it, the thought slipped his mind.

He blinked.

What was he just thinking about?

He shook his head. He was proud of the progress Peter had made.

"Tony got a new board game for us tonight" he whispered, glancing at Peter.

"Another one? We have like 50 already" Peter kept the same hushed tone, tugging on the little ropes from his jacket back and fourth.

"Oh there's plenty more than that on the space gang's floor. That's where we keep most of the games because it's closest to the pit floor and they're hardly ever there"

"What's the pit floor?"

"You don't wanna know"

Peter had learned his lessons of what 'you don't wanna know' usually led to, so he kept his mouth shut.

"What do you see in that thing" Stephen muttered out of the blue a little while later.

"Hmm?" Peter perked up, having been staring out the window for the majority of the ride.

He followed Stephen's gaze over to Harley, who had like six pencils tied into his hair with a rubber band bun, in possibly the messiest way he was capable of. He was letting one of the other kids, Dirk or something, flick the little spiky ball up and down while some kid named Todd next to him chuckled.

"I said what could you possibly find attractive about that" Stephen repeated, in case Peter genuinely hadn't heard.

Peter looked over at Tony, who was also turned around in his seat. He looked like a second grader, on his knees with his face peeking beneath his hands and everything. He was laughing like a dork, joining in the pointless flicks not long after.

"Well you married the other one" Peter retorted, scrunching his nose to suppress a laugh when the bus swerved and sent Tony down into the isle.

"Touché".

He and Stephen made fairly calm conversation from there, mostly on the topic of the two boys acting like middle school class clowns.

Peter eventually passed out as the conversation did, slumping over in record time.

Stephen remained still for the remainder of the ride, allowing Peter a soft pillow in his lap, cloakie wriggling underneath Peter's head for extra comfort.

He really was proud of Peter's progress.

The game night ended in bloodshed.

By bloodshed, Peter meant a paper cut and Tony and Harley no longer being on speaking terms.

"He cheated!" Harley yelled to Peter, trying to drag him away from the nearly-completed board.

"I did not! You don't start a multi-billion dollar company by being an idiot!" Tony yelled back, collecting all of Harley's landmarks and resources.

The author has no clue what game it is btw, probably road to Catan or Killer Bunnies or something, but they thought it'd be funny if Tony stole everything of Harley's for the drama.

"Tell that crusty as grandpa that I'm not talking to him!" Harley slumped down next to Peter, defeated that he couldn't get Peter to quit.

"Mr Stark I think he's sorry" Peter's volume was the lowest of the bunch, being raised higher than it had been all day.