01 Jan 2020
“It’s 4:58 in the morning,” Karen says. “Your morning alarm is set to ring at seven. By the time you make it home, you will not have much time to sleep. Less than an hour, and that’s only if you fall asleep immediately.”
Peter hums to himself, blinking blearily. “I’ll go to sleep, it’s fine.”
“And you have the Macbeth report due tomorrow,” Karen says. “Two thousand words, of which you have written...six.”
“Oh shit,” Peter gasps, his heart jumping in his chest. “Okay, I’m not gonna sleep.”
“This is the type of event that Mr. Stark has told me to inform him about,” Karen says. “Because he is aware you wouldn’t share this type of thing with him on your own.”
“Do not do that,” Peter says, shooting another web and cascading through an alleyway. “For real. For real for real. It’s fine, I got it, he doesn’t need to know, okay? He’s busy, this is—Spidey business, I got this, I’ll tell him when it’s all over. All the details. Cross my heart.”
18 Jan 2020
Tony sits in relative darkness, the TV on mute, Friday running searches like she has been every day for the past month. A month, since Quentin Beck’s grand plan crumpled underneath him on that bridge. A month, since a flash of light was able to distract Peter just as he was about to bring Beck down. A month, since Beck snatched him, since both of them disappeared. An entire. Month.
I’ll keep you updated. I promise.
I love you, kid. Rhodey’s on his way, alright? He’s coming. He’s gonna go as fast as he can.
I love you too. I’ll be okay. I promise. I can do this.
The last thing Tony heard Peter say.
Rhodey, Happy and Fury traversed the London landscape immediately afterwards. They found the glasses, but not Spider-Man. There was footage enough to incriminate Beck for what he was, but somehow, nobody was able to get a shot of when he grabbed Peter. Peter was knocking him around, looked like he was getting the upper hand, and then that flash of light.
05 Apr 2020
“You can’t be mad at me.”
Peter is sitting beside Tony in the back of Happy’s car. And of course, he’s bleeding, and he has a massive concussion, and he’s got his arms crossed over his chest and he’s being petulant and when did Tony become a father, again? He doesn’t remember when he officially signed up for this. Was it the moment he walked into Peter’s apartment to introduce himself? Was it the first time Peter almost died? When? When?
“I can be mad at you. I am mad at you.”
Peter scoffs angrily, and Tony tries not to look at him.
(fifty moments in Tony and Peter's lives, out of order, from early on until far, far away)
03 May 2020
Peter leans against the wall while Tony chooses their floor, and the doors close. “Do you, uh, want me to do some interning stuff? Like go and get you coffee? Make sure the, uh—programs are all ready? Make sure the paintings are straight in the ballroom? Make sure the chairs are—”
Tony snorts. “Kid, I just thought you’d enjoy this. May told me about when it came through Queens but you two couldn’t make it because she was working and didn’t want you to go alone, and I thought, after all the shit you’ve been through lately, that you deserved something fun. No interning for you. That’s just an excuse.”
Peter remembers that. It was six months after Ben died, and he wasn’t gonna bother May too much about the conference. He didn’t know how much tickets cost anyways, or if kids his age could even go.
He really hung onto the idea of Iron Man after Ben died. Peter held him closer than ever.
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16 May 2020
There’s silence, and then he hears someone clear their throat. It sounds familiar.
“Uh, Tony,” Peter’s voice says. From….somewhere. Tony doesn’t see him, despite looking around. “Don’t freak out. Just. I’m saying that preemptively. Don’t. You’ll want to, but don’t.”
That’s never something Tony wants to hear, especially coming from the kid. Tony walks over close to where his voice is coming from, looking around, afraid of the state he’s gonna find him in. “Okay...can’t promise anything, but you know that. What have you done now? Don’t tell me you went back to that taco place. They said they’d sue you, Pete.”
Where the hell is he? Tony hears his feet shifting on the ground but he doesn’t see him anywhere.
“Nope,” Peter says. “Uh, no, it’s not—it’s not that.”
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