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The next day, Peter was still in bed in his avengers tower bedroom.

He had been reading for most of the day, only getting interrupted by his friends texting him or Tony checking in on him, bringing him meals and snacks.

But now Tony was in a meeting in some other building, and Peter was getting hungry again.

His stomach rumbled as he groaned in anguish, flopping around in his bed as much as he could without further injuring himself.

He grabs his phone, pulling it up to Tony's contact.

Peter
Hey Mr. Stark 😏

Mr. Stark
I don't like that emoji, kid. What's up?

Peter
I was wondering if you could do something for me? 😏😏

Mr. Stark
I don't like where this is going, Pete...

Peter
Can you get me some ice cream from that store I was telling you about? 😏😏😏

Mr. Stark
Pete, I'm in a meeting right now

Peter
😔

Mr. Stark
🙄

Eleven minutes later, Peter was reading a news article that had just been published;

"The Genius Billionaire, Playboy Philanthropist Tony Stark, aka Iron Man, was seen rushing out of a building he was apparently having an important meeting in. He hurried off to a local sweets shop to purchase two tubs of ice cream, before making a beeline to Stark Tower..."

Peter laughed loudly, imagining the cool and composed Tony Stark running around New York with two ice cream tubs in his arms.

It was only minutes until there was a casual knock on his door.

"Come in!" He called.

Tony walked in casually, looking graceful as he walked over to Peter's bed, one of the two tubs in his hand along with a spoon.

"Got your ice cream, kid," he stated, handing it over to Peter.

"Why thank you, Mr. Stark," Peter laughed.

Tony smiled, "Yeah, yeah, whatever. There's another tub in the fridge in the lounge's kitchen with your name on it. So if anyone eats it, they'll get an ass kicking from iron man."

Peter laughed through his bite of ice cream, "make sure I'm there to see."

Tony laughed, shaking his head, before ruffling Peter's hair, "you need anything else, kid?"

Peter thought for a moment, before glancing at his book that had been left abandoned on his floor across the room.

"Can you hand me my book, please?" He asked, pointing it out.

Tony went and retrieved it, looking at the cover.

"The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, hm?" He asked, handing it to Peter, who nodded in response.

"I love these kinda books."

Tony hummed, "makes sense. Well, I've got an angry Fury to talk to, so I'm gonna leave you and your ice cream alone now. You feeling any better? Nothing's gotten worse, has it?"

Peter smiled at his concern, "No, nothing's gotten worse. And yes, I'm feeling better. I've definitely got more of an appetite today," he joked, motioning to his ice cream."

Tony smiled, "if you want your other tub, just let Friday know and she'll send one of the goons to get it for you."

Peter laughed, "alright, Mr. Stark."

"See you later, kid," Tony waved, opening the door.

"Bye, Mr. Stark!"

Once Tony had left, Peter began reading his book. He had propped up some pillows, so he could sit up and eat his icecream, while he could also read his book.

Not even thirty minutes later, however, his door was being opened slowly, and he looked up in alarm.

He smiled, however, when he saw that it was just Loki in his cat form.

The black cat pushed his head into the door until it closed, and then chirped his way over to Peter, as if lecturing him for getting hurt yesterday in the language of cats.

"Whatever you're saying, Mr. Loki, I'm sure it's not nice," Peter joked.

Loki hissed in response, jumping up on the bed before resting in Peter's lap, purposefully getting in the way of his reading and eating session.

Peter just moved his stuff, smiling down at the cat who was obviously glaring up at the boy, perturbed at the lack of reactions from the boy.

Peter continued reading, petting the cat who purred loudly.

-

Two hours later Peter was wanting his second tub of ice cream.

"Friday?" He called, "Can you get someone to bring me up my icecream?"

"Of course, Peter."

Peter was only waiting a few minutes, before multiple people were nocking on his door at the same time.

"Come in!" Peter called.

This time, the people coming into his room were Thor, Scott, and Clint.

"Peter!" Thor yelled happily, "We've brought you your ice cream!"

Scott and Clint were both holding the tub in their hands, presenting it to Peter like a trophy.

Peter's face heated up slightly, and he was laughing hard at the man child's in his room.

"Thanks guys," he said, taking the tub from two.

Just then, Thor spotted Loki resting in Peter's lap.

"Brother!" He shouted, "there you are!" He walked over and scooped the black cat into his arms.

Loki started growling and hissing, squirming and trying to get out of Thor's grip.

When he was finally free and safely on the ground again, Loki changed back to his normal form.

"Woah," Clint and Scott muttered, having never seen Loki shape shift before.

"Brother," Loki stated, "quit humiliating me."

"I wasn't!" Thor insisted, "I was just hugging you! Can one not hug their own brother?"

Loki merely rolled his eyes.

"What were you doing in here, anyway?" Scott asked.

"Why, I was spending time with the Spider Child. He's much better company than any of you twits."

Peter laughed, causing the four to look at him.

He had ice cream around his mouth, and in his mouth was at least three scoops worth of ice cream.

Loki glared at him, "don't eat so much at once, child. You will choke."

"Yeah, kid," Clint nodded, "We don't need an angry Tony Stark on our hands."

When Peter finally managed to swallow the ice cream, he smiled up at them.

"Sorry," was all he said.

Though the others could tell he wasn't being sincere.