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Learning that Peter had been spiderman was hard considering the kid had been running around in his pjs, but he adapted and made a suit instead of forcing the kid to stop. There had been a tear-filled argument, but he liked to think that ultimately the issue had be solved. He was more than pleased when May was heading out of town, it meant that Peter would stay at the tower because of his ‘internship’.

The joy was short lived as Peter started taking days off of his job prey to go which was concerning but Tony let it slide until the kid started going out more as Spiderman. Once again not entirely a concern but that paired with the kid pouring himself into a school project practically locking himself in his room and barely coming out to eat before going out to fight crime. He let it slide for a little too long, he was starting to get cranky without a soul and he wanted to tuck the kid away, but the hunger went deeper than that.  

No, this hunger tore at his chest and made it hard to think about anything but the kid. The demon winces as he takes a sip of his tea, his stomach growling loudly. a week and a half and he hadn’t had a soul, he had gone longer before, but this hunger was different, more..instinctual than he was used to. He let a sigh out as another demanding gurgle escapes the organ. He should just order another prey at this point.

He closes his eyes deciding to focus on the warmth of the mug. What he really needed to do was talk to the kid. They were on..odd terms at the moment, the kid being a superhero now and still his favorite little snack. The suit was equipped with the same technology as Prey to Go! not that the kid knew yet there wasn’t really a need for it at the moment. He leans more heavily against the counter, his wings slumping in annoyance. It was getting ridiculous at this point he had barely seen Peter for the past few days maybe once or twice getting food then of course the news updates on spiderman.  

A soft click echos in the kitchen as he sets his tea down, his eyes flicking to the clock. 3am. God he needed to at least try to sleep, he had a meeting in a few hours, and he needed to make sure Peter was up for school...or maybe the kid needed a rest day. He had been working hard on that project for a week now after all. He lets a soft sigh out, grunting as he pulled away from the counter, his wings arching up as he stretched.  

His eyes snapped open when he heard a creak behind him. In the pitch dark of the penthouse his eyes landed on a familiar small form. His middle loudly complaining in response to the recognition of the teen. “Excuse me, I thought the rule was midnight on weekdays.” The words passed his lips before his brain caught up with him. Peter of course froze in spot his posture suggesting he was tired and...and defeated, maybe nervous? He still didn’t speak, which was odd considering the kid normally was rambling or embarrassed about being caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“Pete? I’m half serious kiddo, you’re not in trouble.” Still nothing, just a soft shaking exhale. Tony’s eyes widening at the sound. Was Peter crying? “Woah, woah, hey kid! Jarvis, lights.” The lights flick on immediately, his heart ...er arc reactor clenching when he saw Peter standing there in his suit. The mask didn’t show any expression, but the posture of the kid made him bleed- “Mr. Stark..I..I’m fine I just couldn’t sleep, and I needed to clear my head and I mean what better way than to um..to um go out spider manning?” Peter finally answers the small waver in his tone making Tony’s hunger strike out again. He needed to have this kid tucked away.

“Kid you’ve been nonstop working on school and going out to kick ass, why don’t you just lay down and sleep?” He keeps his tone soft, slowly approaching Peter like he was some sort of scared animal. Th closer he got the more he could see his kid trembling, the short and quick rising of the kid’s chest. His wings arch in concern as he looks the teen over. “I..um..I’m fine really Mr. Stark I’m sorry for waking you up I really am... I know that you have like a meeting to go to in the morning and you’re already wasting time watching over me..so It’s fine I promise.” Peter rambles, the words practically spilling out of the teen’s mouth.

The small squeak as he rests a hand on the young hero’s shoulder makes his stomach roar to life, the instincts, the need to get the kid safely stashed inside tearing at him. Instead, he shoves it down, gently tugging the mask off the kids face, teary brown eyes staring up at him. The dark circles under his eyes making the demon croon softly, guilt slowly creeping into his throat. How had he let this get so bad? The glaze over the teen’s eyes also indicating he wasn’t all there at the moment, not that he blamed the kid, poor thing was probably exhausted.

Peter’s teary eyes widen as he cups a clawed hand against the teen’s cheek, a tear finally rolling down, the demon quick to wipe it away with a thumb. “You’re pushing yourself too hard.” That’s all it took for a trembling sob to wrack the boy's body and before he knew it his arms were full of a sobbing teen. “You’re a kid Peter, why didn’t you reach out for help?” Why hadn’t he reached out to the teen?

“I-I’m not a baby! I-I can handle it! It’s just a stupid project!” The wail that comes from the kid makes his insides twist, the painful urge ripping at him again...the kid was already in his suit. “This ‘stupid’ project seems to be causing more of an issue than you’re implying.” He points out as he starts rubbing comforting circles into the kid’s back. The small body practically melting into him at the touch. “It’s easy! I should- “another heart wrenching sob, “-I should be able to just do it.”

Tony lets a soft hum out deciding to just let the boy cry it out. “It’s simple but I can’t get it to work and then- then every time it does, I need to change my report because it doesn’t fit anymore and I-” a soft whimper that make the hunger rip at him again- “I’m smarter than this..so..so why do I keep failing?” Such an innocent question that made his reactor bleed

His wings fold over them, darkening the light from above. The comment sitting heavy on his chest. “Peter...you’re not failing you just need a little help li mio piccolo spuntino.” He runs his free hand through the kid’s curls, letting the small body relax further into him. “I’m not just your pred you know, I’m your mentor and emergency contact which means I can help with homework kid.”  

There was a small shift as gloved hands grasped his shirt, a small almost mewl escaping the boy, and obvious sign to continue. “In fact, I think I've been severely neglecting my duties, so how about I give you a little break hmm? It’s three in the morning and I think you need a little nap.” He shifts the boy slightly so he’s about to tap his gauntlet watch. A few light taps and the small body started shrinking. Peter seemed too out of it to realize, or maybe he didn’t care, wanting comfort in any way he could get it.

He cups a hand around the boy as he shrinks, making sure he was properly supported the whole time. “I’ll call the school and get you a break, and then we’ll take a look at the project.” The suit had been programed to make Peter a size where he would be easy to swallow and not uncomfortably pressed against the metal suit. He looks down to Peter, his heart clenching at the sleepy tear filled eyes staring back up at him. Luckily or unluckily the kid didn’t seem to process that he was small, so that got the panic out of the way.

“You’re still going to need to talk to me later.” He murmurs as he slowly lifts his hand up to his face, a small smile pulling at his lips as Peter stumbles forward slightly, tiny hands resting on his bottom lip. “Easy spiderbaby.” He croons, chuckling when Peter let a demanding whine out, those small hands slipping inside more.  

Thanks to the spidersuit he couldn’t taste the boys unique flavor, which he didn’t might this time. His tongue drapes over his teeth as he opens his mouth more, the odd feeling of the teen using his powers to stick in place. He smiles a bit slowly tilting the kid up, coaxing them more to lay more onto the muscle rather than cling by his fingertips. It worked somewhat, the small form resting deliciously on the muscle with some odd sensations of the kid using his sticky powers.  

After a moment he pulls his tongue back into his mouth, his fangs lightly clacking together as he closes his maw. A small sensation started tickling until he realized the kid was trying to mimicking his purring, God this kid was going to melt his reactor with his sweetness. He could feel the boy slowly relaxing, the muscle cradling him as he finally unstuck. ‘You kid,’ he thought to himself ‘are certainly a mouthful.’.  

The mimicking purr didn’t fade as he started to slick his prey up, the only indication the boy was still conscious being the small whines of complaints when he tried poking some of the more ticklish spots, he knew the kid had. A soft chuckle rumbles from his chest at the sleepy shove he got from the boy deciding to finally let things progress. He wondered if the kid would even remember this. An impatient sounding whine escapes from between his teeth.

He lets a fond sigh out through his nose before tilting his head back. He waits until he feels the kids feet press against the back of his throat before swallowing thickly. He lightly presses a finger against his throat to feel the small teen slip down, marveling at the feeling when the boy disappeared under his collar bone and shortly after into his waiting stomach.  

The hunger died down instantly, and the tension immediately fades from his shoulders. Ah, so he did need to have a soul..or at least Peter snugly tucked away. If he had a heart it would’ve clenched at the feeling of the teen nuzzling sleepily into the stomach folds. Who knew the spiderbaby would go down so easily after a good cry?  A small grin crosses his face as he gives his middle a fond pat.  

“Feeling better kiddo?” He murmurs softly. There was a brief pause before Peter shifted, tiny hands dancing around the muscle before the kid apparently found the spot he wanted and settled down more, partially sinking into other flesh. It was a blissful feeling for sure.  

A rumbling purr started in his chest, all for eyes closing for a moment as he drank in the peaceful moment. It was times like these he wished May was out more, or he could have the kid to himself more often like this. Peter was safe like this, completely sealed away from the world and it was perfect. “What am I going to do with you kid?” he croons, cupping a hand under the place he felt the kid’s weight. As expected, he didn’t get a response.  

In the middle of a battle in the city, most of the civilians had been cleared out, and the villain was defeated after a tough battle that weakened most of the team. C.aptian A.merica had gone off to make sure there was no one else trapped in any collapsed buildings or under the rubble since he seemed to be in the best health. But after a while, the soldier hadn't come back and the group was beginning to wonder if something was wrong, so they had gone off in the direction they'd last seen him to find where he was and see if they could give him a hand.

It was H.awkeye who 'found' him first after following the sounds of groaning into what was once an office building. What he found shocked him to his core. One of the workers was there, probably having gotten trapped before he could leave the building judging by how dirty and unkempt his uniform was. But that wasn't what the archer had noticed. No, instead he saw the bloated gut that had ripped through a nice dress shirt, bulging with the muscular shape of a familiar hero. Of course, the shield laying discarded on the ground was just as dead of a giveaway.

H.awkeye moved without really thinking, wanting to try and get his teammate out of the stomach of the civilian. That office worker looked at him blearily, grabbing his arm as soon as he was close, and opened his maw impossibly wide. Everything went dark, and a second hero was down, some messy gulps ringing out as he was slurped up and packed away alongside Cap.

It was Thor that found them next, and was even able to get the human to his feet, although he was clearly confused and looking around for the now two missing heroes, seemingly not even believing at the small human before he could have been the culprit. Turning away was exactly how he got his head devoured in moments, his muscular body he next to be devoured by the greedy man. Three heroes down the hatch and the office worker just belched and loosened his belt all the way.

Finally waddling out of the building as steadily as he could with three men in his gut, he bumped into a metal suit that had managed to track down his heat signal. Metal didn't seem too appetizing, but the worker was shoveling I.ron Man down the hatch regardless. THe suited hero tried to use his rocket boosters to pull himself away, but the awkward angel only send him shooting deeper with a smoky belch all that was left of him.