in love with them your honor

It’s Peter’s first time ever and it’s good. He can’t imagine it being any better than this

Except of course for Tony stopping every few minutes to tell Peter to breathe

Listen, this feels good, okay? amazing, absolutely blissful and is possibly the best feeling Peter’s ever experienced. Excuse him for forgetting to breath every once in a while

steve: why? because you can work on small trinkets and help Tony?

peter: ....yeah because i get to help Mr. Stark...right

the actual reason why he loves the lab:

And Tony being all confused and gruff about it at first, like “Why are you calling me?”

But then the next night it doesn’t happen.

And suddenly it’s 11:03 p.m. and Tony’s calling, all irritated like:

“So, you’re not saying goodnight tonight? What, I don’t get one now?”

Now they’re both calling and texting each other constantly —

“Landed safely.”

“Meeting ran late, heading home.”

“Goodnight.”

One day, after finishing up his work in the lab, Peter wanders through Tony’s floor, just exploring, intending only to peek around and then return to the living room where Tony is quietly watching a documentary.

But the second he steps inside Tony’s bedroom, he melts.

All this time, New York’s usual noise had felt louder than ever because of his Spider-Sense. But suddenly, in here, every sound suddenly vanished.

Silence. Absolute, warm silence, like the world pressed pause just for him. Wraps him in a way he’d never felt before.

Before he even realizes it, he’s sinking onto Tony’s bed, closing his eyes, trying to savor the moment… but the moment stretches, and he falls asleep.

Tony, noticing Peter hasn’t returned for a long time, eventually wanders through his apartment. Seeing the kid sprawled across his bed, it’s not hard for him to guess what brought him here.

Without a word, Tony curls up next to him, and something unspoken settles between them.

And from that point, there’s no turning back.

No matter how much Peter insists he wants to stay with May instead of in Avengers Tower, it always ends the same way; curled against Tony’s chest, in his arms, Tony quietly calling May to let her know lab work ran late.

And in that quiet, that stillness, they both find something they didn’t even know they were looking for.

Sometimes Tony slips into his room in the middle of the night, at hours no one should be awake. Quiet and casual. As if it means nothing.

He sits on the edge of the bed like a shadow, like a secret he can’t admit even to himself.

Tony doesn’t know why he does it either. Only that it feels lighter here, like the world loosens its grip when Peter’s near.

But one night, Peter wakes. Half-asleep, half-dreaming. His head heavy, his thoughts still tangled in dreams. He blinks through the haze. Is it real? Or just another dream?

And there he is. Tony. Too close. Too real. Just like always. Just like every night in his head.

Peter’s breath stumbles. He doesn’t know if he’s dreaming or not.

He wants. He aches. He just knows he wants him close.

Wanting. Needing. As if the dream never ended.

Doesn't even blink at the tracking protocols he spots when he hacks his suit for the umpteenth time (just to get a rise outta Tony atp) and never touches them no matter how many times he tampers with the code.

Continues texting Tony all about his day without Happy in the middle anymore and never fails to mention when someone's flirted with him buried among churro lady updates.