Finals and Sleepless Nights

The cabin is engulfed in silence as Peter lays awake in his bed, staring up at the dark ceiling above. He doesn’t know how much time has passed since he’s been doing this, but it’s starting to drive him crazy.

Or maybe he’s just crazy at this point.

No—not maybe.

He is crazy.

Peter breathes out a sigh as he raises his arms and rubs his face in his hands, trying to ignore the dull headache throbbing away, the same sensation he’s had since the afternoon. His racing mind certainly isn’t helping his headache.

Web Blocks & Head Knocks

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It’s close to eleven-twenty in the evening as Peter webslings back home, to his new home in upper Manhattan at Happy’s new apartment—the Parker-Hogan residence. And for once, Peter is actually on time to meet his curfew with ten minutes to spare.

The night has been very slow with little to no crimes, a little unusual for a Saturday night in New York, but he’s happy and grateful for it. He webbed around the city, helping out where he could by helping out a few tourists with directions and recommended places to eat, he helped an older couple bring their groceries up to their floor in their apartment building, he helped a girl around his age get her car back up and running where it brown down on a dark and quiet street, as well as stopping a few robberies here and there.

All in a day’s work for your friendly, neighborhood Spider-Man.

Nailed It

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A nasty thunderstorm came in during the night and ended up taking down a few tree limbs, as well as quite a few shingles from Gerald’s shed (almost wiping away half the roof), thankfully not hurting the poor alpaca in the process but it probably gave the poor guy a scare.

Peter has been helping Tony repair it all day and going to the hardware store to buy some supplies needed for the job. And so far, they’re doing pretty well. Gerald has been granted the ability to freely roam the yard, much to Morgan’s joy and Happy’s disappointment. Happy and Gerald don’t quite see each other eye to eye, especially with how the alpaca bares his teeth at him every time he goes near him. Gerald even went as far to ripping a chunk of Happy’s tie straight off him one time.

Caught Red & Blue Handed

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“Peter, you’re thirty-eight minutes past curfew.” Karen reminds him.

“I know, Karen. Thanks for reminding me again." Peter says with no real heat behind it as he shoots another web off to the closest building.

Tonight’s patrol had gotten a tiny bit out of hand. He started around eight tonight and it had gone very smoothly, helping an older lady across the street, stopping a few purse snatchers here and there, and even helping a little girl get her pet lizard down from a tree. How it got up there, he has no clue. Everything has been going so great tonight… up until the Tracksuit Mafia decided to start wreaking havoc—and that havoc, being robbing a block of expensive stores on 5th avenue.

Summary: Peter cuts himself while chopping pumpkins, resulting in him needing stitches—the problem being that he has a major fear of needles.

OR

Peter’s phobia of blood causes him to faint and Happy never wants to look at a pumpkin ever again.

black eyes and heart-to-hearts

Peter stares at his reflection in the metal elevator at the Compound, his black eye standing out like a sore thumb against his pale skin. He breathes out a sigh and closes his eyes, trying to ignore the dull throbbing that settled behind his eyes a while ago, hoping it’s not going to build up to a migraine.

There’s no way he’s going to be able to hide this from Tony unless he just hid in his room for the rest of the evening. There’s no telling if it will even be healed by tomorrow morning. He just can’t hide out in his room all weekend. Besides, it would draw up suspicion.

even spider-man needs a sick day

One moment, the team is sitting around in the living room, enjoying the peace and quiet while Sam, Clint and Bucky sit around the tv playing a video game, until the Avengers emergency alarm goes off, engulfing the room into chaos.

Whenever I’m With You... I’m Home

Peter is taken out of his light doze from his bedroom door slowly creaking open as Tony comes in.

“Sorry, Pete,” Tony apologizes with a wince. “I have to fix that thing.” He says as he walks over to the side of the bed and places a mug of steaming tea down on the nightstand--Peter’s favorite Mandalorian mug Tony gave him for Christmas last year.

“No… I kind of like the squeak. It’s… homey.” Peter says.

i’ll be your shoulder to cry on

“Pete?” Tony questions softly as he gently nudges Peter’s leg with his. “What’s going on? You know you can talk to me.” 

Peter bites the inside of his cheek as he continues staring down at his hands. He wants to tell him the truth but he doesn’t want to sound like a little kid, desperate to stay with his father because he’s too afraid to be alone. In all honesty, Peter’s starting to feel a little desperate. 

“Pete?” Tony says gently as he leans forward a little to look at his face. 

“I-” Peter pauses for a moment as he closes his eyes and breathes a sigh out through his nose. “I don’t want to go home yet.” He admits as guilt presses against his chest. He doesn’t want to overstay his welcome or disappoint May—or worse, hurt her feelings. 

OR

Peter stays over at the Stark’s cabin for the weekend and he’s not ready to leave yet.

The Stark’s guest bedroom smells like lavender fabric softener and pine trees as a warm burst of air floats in the room from the open window. Peter lets out a small sigh as he finishes putting his clothes away in his duffel bag that he packed for the long weekend up at the cabin. He zips up the bag before taking a seat on the edge of his bed as he tries to push away the sadness clawing away in his chest, thinking about how he’ll be leaving in less than an hour so he won’t be late for dinner with May.

But Peter doesn’t want to go home. He doesn’t want to leave Tony, Morgan, and Pepper. Whenever he’s at the cabin with them, Peter feels lighter and happier, more at peace, like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. He’s surrounded by a peaceful silence compared to the hectic city back at home.

His thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door and he looks up, only to find Tony standing in the doorframe. “Are you almost ready to head on out?” He asks.

A very quick piece I whipped up of Din and his son napping after a long day of slaying an army of spider-creatures.

Cuddle Bug

Peter slowly rouses from his deep slumber when he feels himself being jostled around. He struggles to open his heavy eyes, but when he does, he finds that he’s being picked up from the couch.

“Wa’s h’pnin?” He murmurs sleepily.

“You’re okay, Pete. Go back to sleep.” Tony’s soothes.

Peter blinks sluggishly, his feverish brain being able to piece together that it’s Tony who’s carrying him. He must have fallen asleep sometime during the movie—he’s just so tired.

It’s only been three days since Peter has been at the cabin, spending the past two days puking his brains out due to a bad case of the flu. And it’s just his luck that he’d get sick on Thanksgiving break, already having enough on his plate with school and stressing out over studying for the SAT and ACT he’s scheduled to take in two weeks.

Not bothering to waste what little energy he has left to protest, Peter drops his head on Tony’s shoulder and closes his eyes once more. He’s barely awake by the time they reach the top of the stairs, only opening his eyes when he feels himself being lowered down to his bed in his room.

“There you go, kiddo,” Tony says gently, looking down at him with the softest expression Peter’s ever seen on his face. “Do you need anything?” He asks as he brings the blankets up to Peter’s chin.

“C’n you stay?” Peter asks

“Of course,” Tony says with a smile, walking around the other side of the bed before settling down next to Peter, snaking an arm underneath him, pulling Peter closer to him.

Peter turns on his side and curls up against Tony’s side, laying his head on his mentor’s chest, soaking up the warmth coming off of him. Peter hums in content, earning an amused chuckle from Tony in response, feeling fingers start to card through his curls.

“Go to sleep, spider-baby,” Tony tells him softly.

“M’ not a b’by…” Peter mumbles sleepily against his mentor’s chest, letting his heavy eyes slip closed.

He’s out like a light not even a few moments later.

Pain Meds, Broken Bones, & Fun Facts

“T’ny, did you know that turtles can breathe through their butts?” Peter slurs with a lopsided grin. 

“That’s fascinating, Pete,” Tony says without looking up from his tablet, reading over the final prototype for the upcoming line of SI smart phones they’re planning on rolling out in mid-November. 

It’s been a long night in the medbay after Peter miscalculated a jump on patrol that resulted in the kid taking a bad tumble, somehow managing to break his fibula in two places. Thankfully, it doesn’t need surgery, but he’s still laid out in bed with his leg encased in a bright blue cast, propped up on a mountain of pillows to keep it elevated. He’s doped up on his spider-kid pain meds (the ones that make him fuzzy and a bit out of it), contentedly slurping on a berry blast flavored ICEE drink Tony got for him.