The Case Of The Tyrannical Two
Summary: It’s been months since The Spider’s been put away, but the crime syndicate still lives, and in the shadows, the world’s titans fight to claim it.
Meanwhile, strange deaths crop up within New York City. All of them look like accidents. All of them are anything but.
With faces from Tony’s past appearing in his present, a serial killer trying to grab his attention, and the CEO of a multibillion dollar tech company tracking them down, it’s almost inevitable really, that Tony and Peter get trapped in a plot that threatens to rip them apart when they’ve only just made a home.
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Chapter Four: The Red Team
It’s eight a.m. and Tony’s flipping some eggs onto some toast- a true domestic feat- when Peter walks downstairs, his hair still a mess. “G’morning.” He greets, plopping down on the table and pouring himself some juice.
“Morning kid, sleep well?”
Peter shrugs, “Yeah, I guess.”
He takes a big gulp of some OJ before looking up, “So any big plans today while I’m stuck being bored in class?”
Tony rolls his eyes, “Can you relax. You go twice a week. You’ll live.”
Peter sighs, “Twice too much. I could be here instead, helping you solve cases.” He wags his brows and Tony expertly ignores him, setting down both their plates.
“Oh Petey, you know I love it when I get to use my favourite saying.” Tony smiles like an angel, “No.”
Tony whistles some Beethoven.
It’s practically almost normal.
Ever since they’d solved the Sarkisian case, Peter had been slowly bouncing back. A lot of it might have to do with being reinstated. Of course, the only people happy to see them were Thor, Steve, and the Captain. But still. It felt like coming home and Tony’s sure Peter felt the same. Yes, he’s still rough around the edges. Still on guard and snappy and almost paranoid. But it’s almost as if he felt more comfortable in his own skin. Like Peter knew a secret the world didn’t.
Tony still isn’t sure if he likes it. And he knows that there’s more he should be doing. But it’s times like these where he feels in over his head. He doesn’t fully understand it. And what he can’t understand he can’t take apart and put back together again. Helplessly, his eyes flit over to the oven clock. Eight-seventeen. Just thirteen more minutes. And then he can go.
Tony’s still sitting pondering what to do when his desktop computer starts pinging uncontrollably. Peter shoots his head out of his arms to stare at it incredulously, “What the heck is happening.”
Tony on the other hand, is positively giddy, “It’s been so busy lately that I haven’t had time anymore, but since we were suspended from the NYPD-”
“-not a good thing!!-” Peter grumbles.
Tony ignores him, “I have more time to check swirl-theory.com and talk conspiracy theories.”
Peter makes a face, “You’re a tin-foil hat guy?”
Tony slaps a hand across his heart, the peak of offense, “How dare you.”
Peter throws his hands in the air defensively, and Tony elects to be forgiving. “Conspiracy theories are ninety-nine percent of the time laughably wrong. Big groups of people can’t keep secrets. That’s just a fact. My hobby is the theorists. I love them probably.” He says dreamily, “You ever hear about the theory that the CIA invented crack?”
“Yeaaah.” Peter says slowly.
Tony grins, “I started that one.”
“Oh my God, Mr. Stark!” And for a second, the old Peter and the old banter is back and Tony’s heart feels full.