On the floor
Patrol was running oddly smoothly that night. Peter's been swinging around for hours and he's hardly had one mugging to deal with. He spent most of that night swinging from rooftop to rooftop. It was extremely cold and Peter was trying to warm up by staying on the move but was ultimately failing.
After a while Peter decided to give up once he couldn't feel his fingers. It was below freezing outside and the tower was closer than his apartment so he set his sights for that.
Peter crawls up the side of the tower, looking for a single open window. Thankfully, he spots a window half-opened and climbs in. His room happened to be just down the hall as well. He quickly rushes into his room and changes out of his spider-man suit and into sweatpants and Tony's MIT hoodie that he gifted him.
Peter exits his room and looks around, confused at the silence.
"FRIDAY, where's Mr. Stark?"
"Boss is away for a meeting and he will be here in the next hour"
Peter nods. He turns to make his way for the living room but stops when he sees the vent on the ground in the hallway. Once he feels the extreme heat coming out of the vent, he decides to lay down right there. He begins to feel sleepy from the heat and he slowly drifts off into unconsciousness.
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Peter feels someone shaking him roughly and he whimpers.
"eter.... Peter!"
He's now aware of someone shouting his name. As much as he wanted to go back to sleep, he recognized that voice from somewhere. Plus the comforting heat from before was no longer present. Peter opens his eyes and blinks up at the man above him, confused.
"There you go Pete. There you go. Come on, sit up."
Tony sits Peter up, leaning against the wall for support.
"What the hell happened?" Tony asks.
Peter rubs his eyes sleepily. " 'dunno, 's sleepin'."
Tony exhales sharply and runs his fingers through his hair.
"You were just sleeping? You're not injured? You didn't pass out?"
Peter shakes his head.
"Then... Why... Why were you on the floor?"
"Cold outside. Warm heater floor." Peter explains in broken thoughts.
Tony lets out a laugh.
"Oh bug, What am I gonna do with you?"
Peter scooches closer to Tony and lays his head on the man's chest. Tony warmly chuckles as he wraps his arms around the cold kid. He kisses the crown of Peter's head.
"You scared me, you know."
"mmm.. sorry. cold."
Tony ruffles his hair.
"I know sweetheart. Let's get you warmer."
Tony helps Peter to the couch. He wraps him up in a couple blankets before getting up to fix him a mug of hot chocolate. He gently hands Peter the mug and sits beside him on the couch.
"I think for taking a few years off my life I deserve to pick the movie tonight."
Peter smiles "noooo"
"yesssss"
"Only if you pick Star wars."
"But then I wouldn't even be picking!"
Peter giggles and Tony smiles.
"Fine," Tony fake grumbles.
Tony puts on The Empire Strikes Back and the two begin to watch.
Halfway through the movie, Peter had already finished his hot chocolate and the empty mug was sitting in his loose grip as he drifted off to sleep. Tony gets up and gently removes the mug from Peter's hand and places it in the sink before laying back on the couch. Peter unconsciously snuggles up close to Tony and the man wraps his arms around Peter before he, too, falls asleep.