@ormenace | peter parker + tony stark
The Baxter Building had a big eyeball. Manhattan had a big wheel (mostly under control, all thanks to yours truly, and a little bit thanks to Daredevil). Gwen had a big dinosaur. They had, you could say, a big problem. As much as he wanted to sit at home and watch The Masked Singer Latveria, and he did, he so desperately did, because he had ten doombucks riding on the guy in the glittery Emperor Doom mask being Doom himself, that wasn’t how this worked. He’d learned that a long, long time ago. When trouble came calling, you put on a pair of pants and dealt with it.
So here he was. Dealing with it. Which mostly meant checking in with a slightly more adult adult who wasn’t currently fighting a giant eyeball and two small children, and who probably had access to the good tech. And maybe, just maybe, had some fucking idea what was going on here. And yeah, maybe Peter was putting too much faith in Tony Stark, but he had to put it somewhere.
“Please tell me your day’s going better than mine,” he said. “Or that it didn’t involve a fucking ferris wheel tearing up the city to Rascal Flatts. Or that you have any idea what’s going on. Or that you’ve got snacks? I’d settle for snacks.”
