(This is a mini shot, which is what I'm calling chapters that are relatively short lol.)

Anyway, on with the story.
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Peter Parker eats peanut butter straight out of the jar with a spoon. It's a habit he picked up from Ned on one of their last days of freedom before school started for both of them when they were using David Bowie to drown out the anxious thoughts. Now that he's home, why should that habit be broken? Even after all these years? So one night he slips out of the room he now shares with Harley, and although he's usually quiet enough not to wake his brother, Harley wakes up after he leaves.

He opens his bedroom door, looks down the hallway, and finds Tony doing the same from the doorway of his and Pepper's room. They both frown, a bit confused, both obviously woken by the same unexplainable feeling. Tony follows Harley down the hallway to the living room where the only sound is the gentle thunk of metal spoon hitting plastic jar.

There's Peter, sitting cross-legged on the middle couch cushion, a jar of Jiffy peanut butter in his lap and a spoon full of peanut butter in his mouth. "Hey Pete, what's up," Tony groggily whispers.

Peter hesitates then sighs. "I couldn't sleep." The living room goes quiet again, this time with unspoken understanding of the nightmares that continue to plague Peter even a year after... everything. Harley curls up next to Peter, tucking his legs up underneath him as Tony ducks into the kitchen. He returns with two spoons, one which he hands to Harley as he sits down on Peter's other side, the other which he dips into the jar.

Peter falls asleep on Harley's shoulder half an hour later, after a casual debate over why Peter should or should not try "Bugs on a Stick", the older man's horror at the idea quickly evaporating after proponent Harley describes it as just celery with peanut butter and raisins on top while he covers Tony's mouth to muffle his dramatic gagging noises.

Quietly, Harley slips from under Peter and takes the jar from Tony with their three spoons sticking out of the top and tells him to put it next to the kitchen sink. He returns and follows Tony, Peter in his arms, down the hallway. "Night, kid," Tony whispered.

"Night, Tony." He's just about turned to go back to his room when Peter sleepily mumbled, "Night, Harls."

"Night, Pete." He and Tony shared a smile and the two doors click shut, sending the Stark house back into it's quiet sleepiness.
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The End of Chapter 200