small rant at the end, feel free to ignore :)

͡° ͜ʖ ͡ –  this is unedited and a bit all over the place, but i kinda like it :)

Peter took in a deep breath, and walked into Tony’s lab.

Tony had told him that he was never allowed in there by himself, because it was too dangerous and he didn’t want Peter to get hurt.

Peter smiled as he sat down at his desk, stretching his arms out. Tony was supposed to get back around midnight, it was only six at night.

Peter spun around in his chair, holding his hand out and examining his fingers.

“Ew, why are they built like that?” Peter giggled at his own reference, but it faded into a sad frown. Normally Tony would laugh at his jokes and shake his head, telling Peter to get back to work and ruffle his hair.

Peter huffed, his three second good mood ruined.

He got up and stumbled out of the lab. Having an entire building to yourself is boring.

Peter decided to try and draw.

He went to the kitchen and opened one of the junk drawers, shuffling everything inside until he found a pencil and an eraser. He went back to Tony’s lab and took a piece of paper from Tony’s sketch book, used for drawing random suit ideas.

Peter looked at the paper and let out an annoyed huff.

He had no idea how to draw, but he’s figure it out.

“MJ, please help me,” Peter pleaded to his phone screen. On screen MJ smiled, “Peter, it’s hard to teach someone how to draw, especially over the phone.”

“You know, I feel betrayed by those words.” Peter mustered a half hearted glare at his girlfriend.

“You’re a loser, I hope you know that.”

Peter gave her a lopsided smile.

“You’re cute, I’ll see you Monday.” MJ hung up, leaving Peter gapping at his phone screen. His face immediately broke out in a dark red blush. He smiled and let out a very non-manly squeal.

“Friday, did MJ really just call me what I think she did?” Peter flopped down on the couch, pulling a pillow to his chest while he stared up at the ceiling.

“I can confirm that Michelle did in fact call you cute, and if I may add, Karen and I agree.”

Peter groaned, shoving the pillow over his face. “What are you two, married?”

“I did not know two artificial intelligence’s could do such things?” 

“I mean you couldn’t legally, but I can give you a marriage ceremony! Oh my gosh, Friday do you wanna marry Karen!?”

“Shouldn’t my significant other ask that question?”

“This is a fucking power couple, Friday, just say yes.”

“Peter, it is seven at night and you have yet to eat dinner, there is a pizza in the fridge.”

“Using my hunger as a distraction, respect.” Peter threw down the pillow and forced himself off the couch.

He laid on the counter while the pizza heated up in the microwave. “Friday, how much longer until Tony is back?”

“Boss will be back in approximately six hours and forty-five minutes.”

Peter groaned as he shoved the warm pizza in his mouth. “Is there a chance of his coming back any sooner?”

“Boss had informed he before he left that if it is an emergency, he will come home immediately, is there an emergency?”

Peter sighed. He wanted Tony to come back, but he also knew that if Tony actually went to the meeting and planned to stay for the entire time, then it was pretty important. 

“No, there is no emergency.”

“I advise you not to talk with food in your mouth, it is a choking hazard.” Karen’s voice rang out.

“Karen, you’re acting like a mom again. Stop, please.”

It was silent after that. Peter felt sad at the sudden quiet.

"Karen?"

"Yes, Peter."

"What time is it?"

"Only six minutes have passed since you asked when the boss would be back."

Peter groaned, finishing his pizza and rolling off the counter. 

"Peter, it is very dangerous to do that."

"It's okay Friday, I'm sticky."

There was no response and it was silent once again. 

Peter sighed, for probably the millionth time tonight. There was nothing to do in this stupid famous building. 

He got off the floor and sat back down on the couch. 

He was bored. 

Peter got up off the couch, walking up the wall. He sat on the ceiling, soon laying on it. 

Peter was lonely. 

He was so lonely. 

He wanted Tony to come back. 

-

Peter woke up, rolling over, only to fall off the ceiling. 

"Ow!" Peter rubbed his side that he fell on. 

"Oh!" Peter perked up, if he had taken a nap then time had passed by, so Tony could be back soon. 

"Friday, how much longer until Tony comes back?"

"Four hours and thirty nine minutes."

Peter groaned and kicked at the air. 

He brightened as he got an idea.

Peter ran to his room, grabbing his computer before racing back to the kitchen.

He set up his computer and clicked the facetime button.

Peter heard the sound of ringing before the familiar voice came out of the computer.

"Hey sweetie, how's everything going?"

"Hey May! Everything is going great! How's the honeymoon going?"

May smiled, pulling Happy into frame. "Hey kid, how's everything?"

Peter giggled. "Tony's out right now so I'm kinda bored, there's nothing to do."

May studied Peter for a moment, making the boy feel uneasy, even if she was all the way in France she could still feel whatever vibe he was emitting at the moment.

"Don't worry, he'll be back soon. He'll come back."

Peter smiled brightly at his aunt, "I know!"

May laughed as she looked at Happy. "We're going to go Pete, call us if you get bored, okay?"

"I will, Happy! Bye!"

The call ended and Peter shut the computer.

He was lonely again.

He knew not to call back, even if they said he could he knew he shouldn't.

Peter laid his head down on the counter.

"How much longer?"

"Four hours and ten minutes."

Peter sat on the counter, laying back in it.

He shot a web at the ceiling and started to pull himself up, before lowering himself back down.

It tickled, so he kept doing it.

He laughed and blew a piece of hair out of his face.

"Peter, I advise you stop doing that before you get dizzy." Friday's voice scared him, causing him to jump and key go of the web.

He fell off the counter and onto the floor.

"You're no fun, Friday."

Peter got up and stumbled around the kitchen.

He started dancing to his own rhythm, not sticking to a particular dance style.

He giggled when he fell onto the couch after doing a great twirl.

"I'm sooooo bored!" He threw his hands and legs into the air, before hitting them against each other and letting them fall back onto the couch.

He laid in silence before an idea popped into his head. He brightened and look back up to the ceiling.

"Karen?"

"Yes, Peter."

"Do you ever feel like talking to the manager?"

"I do not understand the question, could you repeat it?"

Peter sighed, "It's all good Karen, keep talking to Friday or something."

He was staring into space when he heard the ding of the elevator and the doors opening.

Peter gasped and shot off the counter, running towards the elevator.

He jumped at the man walking out, the familiar feel of his suit and his smell instantly calming him.

"Miss me, kiddo?" Peter felt arms wrap around him.

He nodded, "I was lonely."

"I'm sorry kiddo, I made it back as soon as I could."

"I know."

The clearing of someones throat interrupted their father-son moment.

"Excuse you, we were having a moment."

Peter opened his eyes to see the Avengers behind him.

"Holy shit."

Tony put an arm around Peter's shoulders.

"Team this is Peter, Peter this is the team."

Peter nodded respectfully. "Nice to meet you." He was internally freaking out.

Tony could read his kid like a book, he took his arm away and nudged him.

"Shut up!" Peter whined, pushing his arm away.

Tony chuckled, "I didn't even say anything!"

"It was implied." Peter huffed and crossed his arms.

Tony ruffled his hair. "Go clean your room."

Peter looked at him excitedly as he ran to 'clean his room'.

"I've never seen someone so excited to clean before." Sam commented.

"Tony, who is he?"

"Always here to kill the mood, Steve."

When no one responded to his joke he sighed. "Come to the living room."

As the all sat, nothing was said.

"Tony, who is he?"

"Ah, question of the hour."

It was silent once again.

"Learn to laugh people, seriously, it's sad."

"Tony." Natasha looked at him expectantly.

"He's my intern." Tony said, he didn't want them to know that Peter was his totally son not son.

"An intern that lives with you?" Clint pointed out.

"He's my personal intern, and his aunt is out on a honeymoon in France, so I offered to let him stay with me."

The team shared a look. "Tony, he's so young."

Tony groaned. "Whatever you're thinking, it's no true. He's my intern, nothing more."

"You hug your intern?" Natasha crossed her arms.

"I don't need to tell any of you anything. Peter is none of your business, so leave him alone." Tony went down to his lab in anger.

He rubbed his face and pulled out a Capri sun from under Peter's desk.

It was quiet without Peter down there.

It made him feel lonely.

He didn't like feeling lonely.

"Friday, when will Peter come back?"

"He normally stays out for three hours, and be just left. So I assume about three hours."

Tony laid his head in his desk, it was so quiet without Peter in here with him.

He sat up and tapped on his desk.

"Karen?"

"Yes?"

"Is there any crime out right now?"

"No, it is currently calm outside."

"Can you tell Peter to come home, it's cold out and he might get sick."

"Of course."

Tony got up and opened a window, waiting for Peter to swing through.

"Is everything okay!" Peter came crashing in, stumbling into Tony's arms.

Tony held him up and laughed. "Wanna watch a movie?"

"But Karen- she said?" Peter took a deep breath, looking at Tony confused.

Tony closed the window. "Popcorn?"

Peter shook his head and smiled. "Popcorn."

No one was in the living room so Tony set up the movie while Peter changed out of his suit.

"Is Tangled good, kid?" He asked when he heard Peter's footsteps enter the room.

"Yes!" Tony turned around to see Peter in his sweat pants and one of his hoodies.

"Don't you have your own clothes?" He asked picking up the bowl of popcorn and sitting down.

"Yes, but yours are warmer." Peter sat down beside Tony and hit play.

They didn't feel so lonely anymore.

-

"Are we really not going to ask him about this later?" Steve asked.

Natasha looked back at the two, Peter laying on Tony's chest with the elders arms wrapped around him.

She walked over and out a blanket in the before turning to Steve.

"No."

I actually kinda like this one. It seems so much calmer than what I've been doing.

Did y'all like it?

Don't lie.

Okay I'll see you later :)

*stop there if you don't wanna hear my rant*

haha so, my friend asked me out over text. i sent back a whole as paragraph saying how sorry i was but i didn't like him like that.

he wasn't okay with it and decided to list all the reasons we should go out and asked me again. when i didn't say anything he continued to talk about how i should be glad i even got asked out.

i ignored him because fuck that shit.

okay i'm done now.

🥒 "oH mEh GoD, iTs A sAlTy CuCuMbEr"