At the table
"Well don't you look chipper."
Peter slumps into the chair across from Tony in the dining room table and glares at him.
"I'm not any grumpier than you are most mornings." Peter mutters.
Tony raises an eyebrow as he sips his coffee.
"Well, Normally you're just a ball of sunshine and rainbows, Sorry if that question is such an inconvenience to you." Tony jokes.
Peter looks down at his feet, guiltily, missing the joke.
" 'm sorry. I didn't mean to be mean."
Rather than telling Peter not to apologize, Tony looks at the kid in concern.
"What's going on kid? You look... exhausted."
Peter shrugs.
"I'm fine."
Before Tony could object, Peter gets up and makes a bowl of cereal.
The room goes silent and as Peter sits back down at the table, he avoids eye contact with Tony.
"Peter"
Peter begrudgingly looks up and meets Tony's eyes.
"When was the last time you slept?" Tony asks, softly.
"...A while."
Suddenly, Tony's phone rings. He looks down at the contact ID and reads: "Pepper Potts ❤️"
"I'm sorry, kiddo. I gotta take this."
Peter nods.
Tony reluctantly picks up the phone and walks out of the room into the hallway.
"Hey Pep. What's up?"
"Tony, you would not believe the day I'm having. There was a bomb threat but no one showed up. We have like three different security teams here and it's all chaos."
" Shit. A bomb threat? Are you okay? Do you need me to come?"
Pepper laughs.
"I'm fine, Tony. You're there with Peter. Stay with him. We'll be okay. Just be prepared for the disarray coming your way tomorrow morning."
Tony groans.
"Well great. Thanks Pepper."
"See you tonight, Tone. Love you"
"Love you."
Tony hangs up and smiles at the contact photo before pocketing his phone and walking back to the dining room.
"Sorry about that Pe-"
Tony pauses as he sees Peter, asleep, snoring softly, his cheek resting on the table beside his bowl of cereal.
His face quickly morphs into a smile.
"Aw Petey."
Tony walks up the Peter and cards his fingers through Peter's messy curls.
"I guess you really were tired, weren't you, Love bug?" Tony whispers.
Tony picks Peter up in his arms and Peter's eyes open.
"mm Mister Stark?"
Tony smiles as he carries the spider-baby out of the dining room.
"Hey baby. You sleepy huh?"
Peter nods as he lays his head in the crook of Tony's neck.
"Your bed," Peter sleepily mumbles.
Tony freezes in the hallway.
"You wanna sleep in my bed, il mio piccolo bambino?"
Peter nods again.
"You got it, Honey"
Tony turns and carries Peter onto his own bed.
Peter does grabby hands and Tony chuckles as he lays in the bed beside him. He strokes the loose curls on his forehead as he watches Peter's eyes drift closed.
"Sleep tight, Petey-pie."