Unlike Tony, Peter was far from asleep. He'd tried to sleep but he was far too excited-the only thing he could think about for the past two weeks was going to see the new Star Wars movie with Ned. He hated that he couldn't sleep-he had to be able to get up in the morning so that could get back in Queens early enough to catch a 11:15 showing.
So, with his head filled with thoughts about BB8, Finn, Rey and Kylo Ren Peter had made his way to the kitchen where he was settled up on the ceiling and practicing the art of eating cereal upside down. It was hard work, he had to hold the bowl right side up-getting a little extra help from his sticky spider powers and then he had shovel the cereal into his mouth with the spoon backwards.
He frowned when he heard a faint noise somewhere in the pent house. As far as he knew, he and Tony were the only ones there that night-which getting a night to spend with his Mentor was exciting all on its own-but if there was only one other person (and he'd already ruled out robot) then it had to have come from Mr Stark himself. It was... probably nothing.
Peter tried to push it from his mind for the time being and focused again on his cereal. It got louder and the sounds were starting to distress him. That wasn't-Was Mr Stark having a nightmare?
He lowered himself carefully to ground, somehow managed to get the bowl of cereal on the counter without spilling it too much, and righted himself, heading for his Mentor's room.
"Mr Stark..." Peter started, quietly at first as he slid into the man's bedroom. "Mr-Ahh!-" His foot got caught on something-probably laundry and he shook it off. "-Mr Stark, are you okay?"
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So, with his head filled with thoughts about BB8, Finn, Rey and Kylo Ren Peter had made his way to the kitchen where he was settled up on the ceiling and practicing the art of eating cereal upside down. It was hard work, he had to hold the bowl right side up-getting a little extra help from his sticky spider powers and then he had shovel the cereal into his mouth with the spoon backwards.
He frowned when he heard a faint noise somewhere in the pent house. As far as he knew, he and Tony were the only ones there that night-which getting a night to spend with his Mentor was exciting all on its own-but if there was only one other person (and he'd already ruled out robot) then it had to have come from Mr Stark himself. It was... probably nothing.
Peter tried to push it from his mind for the time being and focused again on his cereal. It got louder and the sounds were starting to distress him. That wasn't-Was Mr Stark having a nightmare?
He lowered himself carefully to ground, somehow managed to get the bowl of cereal on the counter without spilling it too much, and righted himself, heading for his Mentor's room.
"Mr Stark..." Peter started, quietly at first as he slid into the man's bedroom. "Mr-Ahh!-" His foot got caught on something-probably laundry and he shook it off. "-Mr Stark, are you okay?"