#don't give ur father heart attacks peter

[spooderboyandtincan]

When Tony didn’t immediately see his tiny spiderson as he walked into the compound, he got understandably confused and worried. 

He checked Peter’s room, the kitchen, the lab, living room, even the medbay. No sign of him. “FRI?” he asked nervously. “Where’s Pete?”

“Peter is currently asleep in the living room. Would you like me to wake him?” she replied in her Irish brogue. 

Living room? But he was just there and there had been no trace of him...        “No, FRI, I’ll just- yeah. Yeah.” Tony hurried to the living room, trying to refrain from calling his suit (just in case, you never know). 

“Peter?” he called softly. “Hey, buddy, where are you?” 

No Peter.

“Peter?” he repeated, louder. “Pete?”

“Mmmhmm?Whoawhatthe-?!?!”

Suddenly Tony was lunging to catch a falling spiderbaby. Luckily, Peter didn’t hit the ground before he got to him, now hugging him close with his strong arms.

They looked at each other in shock, until Peter said, quite blearily, “Hey, Mr. Stark. How’re you?” 

“I’ll be fine after I stop having a fucking heart attack. Peter, wereyouontheceiling?!”

Language, said the the dumb part of Peter’s brain. Go back to sleep, said the other. He did neither. “Yeah.” 

“Why- why were you on the ceiling?”  Tony cried, shaken. “You have a bed here. A whole room dedicated to you. Remember that? It’s quite comfy. Soft. The mattress was very expensive. Perfect place for spiderbabies.”

“Sure, Mr. Stark.”

~~~~~

There was now a protocol installed, designed to alert Tony if Peter was on the ceiling so he could coax him down (there’s a nice couch right here, kiddo), though he was no longer allowed to be up there. It was banned.

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