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Peter probably should’ve given up when the words in his paper started morphing into Latin and his eyes became so dry they were crusted open. He did not.
He was Spider-Man for gods sake! A crime fighting but totally friendly neighborhood arachnid did NOT get his ass kicked hy finals week. That’s absurd. Which is why he’s standing in a random convenience store at 4 A.M and - wait, when the hell did it turn to morning?
Doesn’t matter, because he has twelve Monster Java Nitros to buy and a bag of pretzels to satiate his grumbling stomach. The clerk looked at him kinda weird, but sold him all twelve drinks and watched as he awkwardly stuck his hands to all the stuff and left.
He wasn’t entirely sure when he arrived home, or when he jumped back into the ceiling into his makeshift web hammock clad with four textbooks and now his delicious cardiac arrest drinks. Once again, it didn’t matter because brain fog only fuels his fire. Maybe.
He shifted and got comfortable, reaching over to grab a can and shotgun it. He dug his fingernails under the tab on the can to rip it open and -
How the hell did he end up the floor? And why didn’t his spider sense warn him his ass what about to collide with wood flooring - damn that hurt. The can he was holding sadly rolled away - he probably shouldn’t open that now.
If this whole chugging monsters and forcing his eyes open thing is affecting his spidey sense that much then maybe he should tone it down, a nap would probably be nice for starters. Or maybe he should he worried that he just slammed both his ass and head into the floor. If he falls asleep with a concussion (again) will he die? That would be really lame. Maybe they would write “Death by Web Hammock” on his gravestone.
Mr. Stark would personally revive him just to humiliate him if that happened. Oh, Mr. Stark! He should call him right now. Peter stumbled up, dizziness washing over him as he stumbled to find his phone under the mess of papers and textbooks on the floor.
Finally, he opened it and found a the man’s number, pressing on the call icon and falling back down onto the floor, listening to the sound of the ringtone.
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Tony had actually had a great day. The kid was caught up in studying for finals - even though the anne as pretty sure the little genius could pass without studying at all. He and Pepper had enjoyed some delicious Italian food, and then the two of them actually got to get into bed at a reasonable time for once and threw on a random movie.
The two of them were dead asleep in the early morning when Tony’s phone began ringing, some random KE$HA song Peter had personally hacked into his phone (the little shit) just to change because - according to Peter, “KE$HA is our lord and savior. Respect my icon and her majestic recession pop music.”
Tony rolled over, immediately going to ignore the call when familiarity kicked in and he swung his feet out of the comfort of bed and turned his volume, stepping out of the bedroom into the living room and gently closing the door.
“Peter I swear, you better not be bleeding out or digging out bullets for wounds with Aunt Hotties tweezers again - what the hell are you doing awake at 4 in the morning anyways?” Tony rubbed his temple, glancing over at the clock in the shelf twice to make sure he was seeing the time correctly. What 16 year old is awake at this time? Peter, apparently.
“ Heyyyyy Mr. Stark I know it’s totally way too late - or early for this but ummmm… ImayormaynothavefallenoffawebhammockonthecielinganddroppedallmonsterandIthinkIhitjyheadsuperhard-“
“Kid! I need you to slow down for me here because I’m pretty sure I only caught the words ceiling and monster there. Calm down and tell what’s up so I can help you or let me go back to bed and get my beauty sleep.” He was pretty sure Peter was on something right now. High on life, as the kid would say.
“Okay um… I was studying for my finals and I’ve been trying to cram so much history in my brain I thought it was going to explode so I decided to go get some Monsters to perk me up and I was just sitting in my web hammock and I guess my spidey sense gets tired too because I fell and hit my head kinda hard on the ground and now I’m not sure what to do cause I’m totally dizzy and I’m not doctor but those black spots in my eyes are definitely not normal-“ Tony sighs, already stepping into the garage and suiting up.
“ I’ll be there in 10 kid. Whatever you do DONT fall asleep and stay where you are, I gotta check and make sure that’s brain of yours isn’t too rattled up. And when exactly was the last time you slept? You sound like a tweaker..” There were sounds of shifting on the other side, Peter slightly mumbling.
“Thank you sososo much Mr. Stark- and it’s really hasn’t been that long.. just like… threedays-“ Tony wa spretty sure his eyes were about to bulge out of his head. This kid was actually going to make his robotic heart stop.
“Good god Peter… when I became your mentor I did not sign up for pass my terrible health habits onto you kid. Finals week o r not, you should be getting ten hours every night, growing body and all that shit. I’m almost there though, so just keep sitting tight and stay on call.” Peter mumbled again, delusion catching up to his brain and making everything feel slow motion.
Tony finally arrived at the quaint Queens apartment, sun beginning to peak over the buildings as daily commuters hustled out. When he opened the door, he saw exactly what he had expected.
Peter was sat, leaning up against the coffee table on top of a variety of papers with cans and a spilled bag of pretzels. His head was leaning backward, left hand clutching his phone as he seemingly pried open his eyes.
Tony stepped over some discarded cans and crouched down in front of him, “ What’s up kid? You’re looking a bit… Frakenstieney right now. Just let me ask you a couple questions and you can drift off to dreamland in due time.” Peter’s head lolled forward, and Tony was pretty sure the kids eye bags could rival his own back in college.
“Alright just uh.. just tell me some basic stuff about yourself. Can you tell me your name, what day it is, where you are - why you are where you are right now?” Peter nodded, still clutching his phone. “Peter… last time i checked it was uhh… Wednesday and I’m in my apartment in Queens. I think I was studying on the ceiling and I fell? And now you’re here and I have a major headache..”
Tony smiled slightly at him, then put his hand on his back to guide Peter up. “Alright bambino, even though it’s actually Friday I’ll let that one slide, now let’s just get you into bed for a minimum of twelve hours - don’t worry about this mess, I clean it up while spider baby gets his nap.”
Peter stood up without a struggle, muttering something about not being a baby as Tony guide him into his room as he collapsed onto his bed - god he had missed his bed- and tugged his forgotten converse of his feet. In almost an instant, Peter was under the covers and dozing off as Tony pulled his curtains shut and silently shut the fire to begin cleaning up the mess.
Peter was a mess too, but he was lucky he was so hard not to like. Especially since it was only this kid that could get him out of bed at 4 A.M to be guided into bed due to his own stupidity.