Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

WoooAhah is that hit famous gas station employee, Demi Levado???

"In my defense, I had Friday turn off all alerts while we were down there" Tony grumbled, eyes trained on Stephen with a murderous intent.

"Well you're the genius, you should've seen this coming".

"Pardon me, wise guy, if spending time with my kid had my mind occupied a bit. I don't see you skipping important meetings to hang out with him".

"Wait you skipped important meetings for me??" Peter hissed, slamming the fridge door.

"Only one, and Pepper already knew I wasn't gonna make it. No big deal. I do it all the time anyways, don't stress about it" Tong waved it off, looking utterly ridiculous with the large paws and comically long rabbit ears.

"But—"

"I suppose I can let it off the hook. Once. Don't expect much leniency later on though, especially not if Peter's with you" Stephen decided, a wave of his hand dematerializing the fursuit swiftly.

Peter failed at suppressing a laugh, eyes roaming the room as to avoid the man's gaze.

Tony eyed him curiously.

"Where's your phone, Stephen" he squinted, brushing his hair into place from the magical disruption.

"I'm my room, Tony" Peter squirmed, opening the fridge again to cover his face, "why?".

"Friday, where's Stephen phone?" Tony called up to the ceiling, 

"Currently in the possession of Peter, I believe"

"Liar" Peter called up, his hands shifting behind his back before he could think of how suspicious that looked.

"You little—"

There was an eruption of cackling as Tony crossed the room, Peter bolting out before the man's boomer brain processed it all.

"Friday, lock in kitchen!" He cried as he slipped down the singular step into the living room after the teenager.

She complied, all hallways slamming shut. While Peter froze in surprise, Tony reached over and grabbed the kid, swinging him over his shoulder with a greater difficulty than his old bones would like to admit. The kid now stuck in potato style, Tony shouted out his villain speech as dramatically as he could manage.

"Delete the picture, pipsqueak!" He spun halfway in a circle to swing Peter, who's laughter had yet to die down, "I know you took it!".

Never in a million years did Peter imagine he'd be getting swing around by The Great Tony Stark over a picture of the man in a fursuit, but honestly? He wouldn't have it any other way.

Peter could've crawled out easily, of course, but with the paralyzing heaving between laughs and his resignation to end the moment, he allowed himself to fly around limp while the billionaire continued his monologue.

Stephen just watched from the counter, also surprised at how insane the scene was. Yesterday, Peter had been primarily kept to himself, not actively avoiding anyone, but had been more likely to devour a spoonful of mayonnaise than start a conversation. (Which, unfortunately, Stephen did have to witness).

Today, however? Geez. Stephen wondered if the two of them accidentally got stuck in a time lock together or something. It certainly wouldn't be the first one in the tower, but with the way they were acting, you'd think Peter had lived there his whole life.

Maybe more lab time wouldn't be Stephen's biggest concern with the two of them hanging out. He wouldn't mind preparing the meals in advance if this is how progressive Peter's health would increase.