Lol imagine Tony literally standing on May’s doorstep being like “May! You’re looking exceptionally beautiful today, would you please give me the pleasure of allowing your nephew to sleep over at my house tonight? It will be very educational of course, seeing as I am a genius, and I give you my solemn promise that he will go to bed. And get a good breakfast. Yes, I will most definitely get him to school on time! Wouldn’t dream of letting him miss a field trip. Of course; he’ll be no problem at all, and I’ll return him to you tomorrow.”
And then they turn around and start going downstairs and Tony just goes “yAy!”
Gaasp imagine Tony giving Peter a birthday present
Cuz I’m sure he does
He’s just like oh here’s a new phone and computer cuz that one you use is ridiculous and also here’s a sucker and my credit card in case I didn’t get you something you wanted
Or he knows Peter won’t accept anything expensive so he just makes a little mini Iron Man suit
Or sews him a little stuffed Spider-Man
Only problem he literally forgot Pepper’s birthday that one time so I don’t know if he would’ve remembered Peter’s 15th birthday.
So seeing as HE’S ALIVE for Peter’s 16th birthday, he throws a little party and is cute.
*Enter my sister pointing out that Peter’s bedroom is a lot nicer in Homecoming than Civil War*
So imagine Tony randomly showing up on Peter’s doorstep like Hey kid I bought this for your room and then he walks into Peter’s room and sets a big box of high-tech stuff on his desk and walks away
Then he gets a package in the mail from Stark Industries and it’s a holographic computer thing
Next time Peter gets a phone call and Tony‘s like hey I’m in the parking lot come help me carry this desk upstairs
One day some furniture store guys just knock on their door and walk in and set up a bunk bed
Or they drop it off and May’s like what do I do with this but then an hour later Tony shows up and is like sorry I’m late and spends the rest of the night helping Peter set up the bed and moving his old bed out and letting him pick out some new bedding online
One time a framed picture of them arrives in the mail
One time it’s literally 3 dollars and a note that says go buy yourself a sandwich
The next day there’s another envelope, this time with another 2 dollars and a note that says Sorry I forgot Mr. Delmar’s sandwiches are $5 XD
Ok I’m having way too much fun with this
Then Mr. Stark starts regularly showing up at Mr. Delmar’s to buy his sandwiches cause they’re the best in town, and he always hands him $20 and tells him to keep the change
One time Tony takes Peter and May on a “date” to the best restaurant in town b/c he finds out Peter always wanted to see what a 5-course meal is like
One week during summer vacation Peter calls Tony up and says he’s bored.
Tony’s like
You up for a challenge?
Tony says they’re going to have the marathon of all marathons. The one to top all others.
They’re going to see how long they can stay awake.
No, not an all-nighter. They’re going to pull an all-WEEKER. (Well, try). And because Peter was bored, and they’re trying to stay awake, they’re going to see how many other marathons they can pack in.
He cancels all his meetings for the next week, invites Peter over, and they both agree to wake up at 7am Monday morning. After planning every detail, Peter packs his suitcase (no pajamas allowed), arrives at the tower bright and early at 8am, and they start the party. First they tinker in the lab all day, have a brownie baking contest, and cook a 5-course dinner. Then they have a Disney marathon all night, both to pass time and keep awake (who can fall asleep when Mufasa’s about to fall off the cliff?) until they’re tired enough that there’s a danger of them falling asleep.
Now it’s 5am, and it’s dark and cozy. They don’t want to wake Pepper, so they head down to a random floor and start a game of spies. Dressing up in sunglasses and suits (every detail counts when you’re trying to pass time) they begin to sneak around the floor, talking quietly to each other over their fancy Spider-Man walkie talkies. Peter rubs his foot loudly along the floor, so he can tell Tony he heard a squeak and someone might be ahead. Tony loses his flashlight and stumbles into a glass case, so he tells Peter to be careful—it sounds like the bad guys have guns.
After catching the enemy they change into normal clothes, because their next mission involves going undercover. At 6:30am they hear a noise, not coming from either of them, and, in the spy mood, start to get nervous. They forget about it and continue the game, but a few minutes later stumble upon a janitor, who is VERY surprised to see Peter Parker (back in a suit and sunglasses) and Tony Stark (disguised as a gang member, with a dirty hippie shirt and ripped baseball cap, dirt rubbed on his face for effect) sneaking around the floor.
That day they explore EVERY floor of the Avengers Tower, making a lot of workers’ days as they get surprise visits from Tony Stark. Then they watch a couple episodes of a show, not wanting to risk a full-length movie.
When it’s over they go back to the lab, blasting AC/DC and inventing random products that are absolutely useless. After Peter starts marketing sugar-based toothpaste, they grab a camera and start making full-length commercials. While running upstairs for a snack break, they decide to see how many times they can run up and down the stairs. Peter has an unfair advantage, so he runs three times as fast until he’s tired enough and they’re “lonely” enough that they run together.
Then they decide that they’re going to play receptionist. They go down to the first floor and take turns being the receptionist and visitor. The poor “receptionist” has to deal with problems from a businessman who is SURE the meeting is at 7 o’clock sharp (“I assure you, sir, it’s not until tomorrow at 2:43pm”—Tony) to an old lady with back pain. (“My doctor should be here by now”—Tony “please, Ma’am, the doctor’s office is 2 blocks away”—Peter). When the real receptionist arrived at 7:00 sharp (if you haven’t been keeping track, it’s day #3 now) they told her they would be doing the job for the next hour, and she should go get a brownie from the Starks’ kitchen.
After an hour of dealing with real problems (laughing hysterically at the slightest pointlessness of any problem, and at the faces of the visitors when they realized they were being helped by Tony Stark and a high school kid) they left the desk.
Peter wanted to go back to some of the tower floors they had skimmed through the day before, so they headed up to the labs on floor 65. After several hours of adventures, which involved an incident resulting in a Brazilian mopping party (aka the janitor’s water spilled across the whole floor), Peter knocking over a large stack of files (it took awhile to reorganize them), a live frog chase, and the near-decapitation of Tony’s pinkie, the pair ended up on the living room floor watching yet another Disney movie. They had spread an impressive assortment of popcorn, freezer foods, and candy in front of them, knowing the combination of floor and snacks had a better chance of keeping them awake (a mere movie wasn’t enough at this point).
When Pepper walked in at 2:36, the credits were playing, and Tony and Peter had somehow ended up staring at each other from either side of the empty popcorn bowl. Both had tears running unabashedly down their cheeks. After Tony, eyes still locked on Peter, explained the details of the staring contest, Pepper deposited her groceries on the counter and settled in to watch. They lasted a solid 9 minutes 47 seconds longer before Peter finally blinked, complaining that technically it wasn’t fair, because his eyes were itching much worse than Tony’s–who was used to staying up. Tony, surprisingly, agreed.
Pepper threw her head back laughing at the logic, and if she was really just humoring them in their sleep-deprived state, well, no one cared.
After cleaning up their snacks and helping Pepper put away the groceries, it’s back to the lab. Peter spends more time spinning around in his rolly chair than actually working, and a couple hours later he’s sprawled on his back on the floor, droning a constant stream of equations. Tony looks more or less like he’s ignoring him, working hard on a project, but in reality he’s typing up Peter’s equations into a new bit of coding for Karen.
An hour later Tony’s moved on to a different project, but he and Peter are firing the order of the periodic table off each other. When Tony says Rubidium and Peter confidently answers with Palladium, he decides they should take a break from the floor.
Peter’s “always wanted to go to clown school” (Tony’s never heard him mention it before, so he’s not so sure), so after some elaborate face painting the pair, armed with red wigs, begin a rigorous course of jumping over web obstacles and practicing their creepy laughs. Peter somehow convinces Tony to join him on the web tightrope, and ends up with Tony riding piggy-back and yelling at Peter to “get him off of this cursed death trap”.
Peter thinks maybe he should get back to the ground.
The next few hours are a blur of ballroom dancing, sandwiches, and jumping jacks, until Peter, his feet aching, gives in to despair and tells Tony he doesn’t think he can make it. It just seems too long to imagine all the hours ahead of them, with his eyes burning the way they are. Tony looks over at this, his face softening.
He reassures Peter that if they just take it minute by minute, the time will continue to fly by, but then tells him that if he wants to be done, that’s ok too. This was just something to do for fun, and they can cancel at any time.
Peter looks like a small weight has been taken off his shoulders, now having the option to sleep without worrying about ruining the party, but he shakes his head and tells Tony he wants to keep going for now.
“Thanks Mr. Stark, I feel a lot better.”
Tony smiles gently at him. “That being said, we have been on our feet for a while. I have an idea.”
He leads Peter back up to the penthouse, selects a few picture books off a shelf Peter had never noticed before, grabs a big blanket, and takes everything to the couch. He insists that the first one is far too exciting to fall asleep, as long as Peter watches the pictures, which are quite important to the story. Then they snuggle on the couch and Tony begins “RattletrapCar”, voice more animated than Peter had thought possible as he jumps through the adventures of one family’s colorful car.
Despite it being 1am, as Tony finishes “storytime”, he notices Pepper has joined the party, watching him fondly from the armchair. Peter’s feeling much better, and Pepper laughingly agrees to stick with them for a while, if only to keep the redecorating from getting too extreme. They play a few rounds of Ticket to Ride, show Pepper their spiderweb baby, and work out in the gym, but at 5am Pepper slips out to go back to bed.
That leaves Peter to eat another brownie and lead Tony downstairs to check on the fishes in the lobby. They need feeding, Peter says. Sure, Tony says. The tank needs cleaning, Peter says. NO, Tony says.
They create a 3-D maze exclusively from scrap paper they found earlier in a ridiculously sized trash bin on floor 41. Partway through, Peter gets lost and makes his own exit, sending the whole office section to the floor. Attempting to untangle himself brings the rest of the flimsy fort down, and the paper lands unceremoniously back in its original home.
At this point it’s 7:21am, day #4. 72 hours. Tony, deciding that maybe it was stupid to cancel all his meetings when they were trying to WASTE time, decides to crash one with Peter. The original plan had been as little planned human interaction as possible, but they decided it was okay. After getting a lot of weird stares throughout the meeting, though, (why was a kid there, why was Tony even there—he’d canceled before—and WHY did they look SO TIRED) and a close call with Peter almost falling asleep, they scrapped the plan and decided they needed professional help.
“Hello?”
“Hey Nat, we need your help.”
Ten minutes later, Black Widow was at their door with a purse and a pair of tennis shoes.
Hearing their dilemma, she pushed them both into cold showers, cooked them a wake-up brunch (no caffeine allowed—this was going to be a completely natural sleep deprivation), stole a few of Tony’s credit cards, and they headed out. They asked Natasha not to let them fall asleep, no matter how they begged, and she readily pinkie-promised. They had rewritten their original plan to stay solely in the Avengers tower in favor of the greater good and in the name of all marathons, and now Nat was taking them on a shopping spree (or, should I say—marathon). For maximum time-wasting, no subways allowed. They went from store to store, buying Hufflepuff sweatshirts and expensive dress shoes, and trying on anything and everything that caught their eye. (Let me tell you, Tony did NOT look good in a crocodile-skin jacket and purple hair bow).
Nat let them stop for a sandwich at 5:00, and then pulled them into a grocery store. She grabbed stacks of baking ingredients, bought the store out of chocolate chips, and loaded no less than 15 cookie sheets into the cart. Tony and Peter just looked at each other, wondering how she knew they had used up all the brown sugar during their brownie marathon.
“I saw the brownies on the counter” Nat rolled her eyes at them.
The duo wondered if she was a mind-reader.
The store closed at 9, and while Natasha’s Target scavenger hunt had been fun, there was only so much you could do at a grocery store anyways, and they started walking around to random places that were still open.
Natasha’s purse turned out to be magical, as every time one of them was in danger of falling asleep while waiting for a crosswalk, she would hand them a sheet of Avengers stickers (which the slaphappy duo would proceed to stick on each others’, and even Nat’s, clothes and faces), or pull out two pair of heels and make them practice walking in them for the next block. It was amazing what she let them do to her, really, as in the name of all-nighters she let them put stickers on her face and buy her Hello-kitty shirts.
After riding to the top of the Empire State Building, they headed back to the tower.
It was now 2am. Back in the kitchen, Tony and Peter begged Nat to let them sleep, but when she pulled out the chocolate chips, their hunger won over. Throughout the day they had been putting all their purchases in a car Happy had followed them around with, (she wasn’t going to make them walk AND attempt to carry all that), and now she made them use the stairs to carry up all the groceries, (“trust me, you’d fall asleep in the elevator”) and as they really had been walking around all day and their feet were killing them, it was 5 am before they had emptied the car completely.
Once they had finished, Nat started them on the chocolate chip activity. Cookie marathon!
Since cookies took a short amount of time to bake, leaving little waiting time to sleep, and there were hundreds of recipes on the internet for chocolate chip cookies alone, it was the perfect baking activity. Two hours and twelve trays of cookies in, Tony and Peter hit another slaphappy streak, hitting each other with dough, smashing cookies, literally emptying the fridge (“so we can recreate that picture!”), and giving themselves more sugar rushes by taste-testing the cookies.
For the moment, they literally weren’t tired, and Nat decided it was safe to take a nap so she could be at her peak Tony-and-Peter-occupying skills that day. She woke Clint to watch them just in case, and entered the kitchen two hours later (9am, day 5) to find that the duo had infected Clint, and he was teaching them archery using cookies for targets. To their credit, they HAD managed to make 3 batches of cookies as well.
Natasha knew they couldn’t keep up the sugar rush forever, so she started nudging them towards cleaning up the kitchen before they could crash and refuse to listen to her. It took until 12 for them to slowly get it back into a decent state, during which time most of the avengers had ended up coming through and stealing cookies. Pepper came in then, and helped Nat get them to eat some healthy food to counteract the sugar-crash, then once again Black Widow donned her tennis shoes and took them out into the streets.
They toured the Statue of Liberty, a random antique store (tip from a pro: tired people smash china dishes), and a bookstore, then she took them to a tailor where she could sleep for another hour while the workers kept them awake measuring them and stabbing them (*accidentally*, of course) with pins. Nat had ordered them a ridiculous amount of custom suits, so that took awhile.
At 6:00, after nearly getting hit by five different taxis (Nat had always pulled them out of the street just in time), they went home to make a purposefully complicated dinner, and after Peter dumped way too much garlic in, they went back onto the streets to buy sandwiches. (Yes, I know, they could have made sandwiches at home. Time-wasting, remember?)
It was 9pm when they got back home (still day 5), and Nat wasn’t done. She walked them up to a suspiciously waterproof floor of the avengers tower, called the rest of the team to join them, and commenced a water balloon fight.
When they started getting bored, she simply dried them off by working them out for an hour in the training room, then took them back to the original floor, handed the sweaty team water guns, and told them to have at it again. The water gun fight turned into a full tower nerf war, (Nat carefully watching the two sleepy avengers, of course), and when the rest of the team retired at 5am (day 6), Tony and Peter decided they would give it one last push.
They went back to the training room, climbed the rock wall, fought fake aliens, took turns using each others’ suit/web shooters, and got a karate lesson from Nat. They went to the lab, built random gadgets, made JARVIS beep loudly at random intervals (nothing like a good ol’ fire alarm to keep you up), and listened to music.
They wandered to medbay and took each others’ vitals—pulse, blood pressure, and temperature, turning it into an impromptu game of Doctor by diagnosing their abnormal numbers to be not results of lack of sleep, but instead because they had “‘femurosis’—a condition where your femur decides it’s your heart and starts higherizing your blood pressure”(—Peter) and other imaginative diseases.
They started giving each other well-childs, rewarding each other with dum-dums and giggling hysterically when they tested reflexes, even though neither of them could hold the hammer straight enough for it to even work.
Finally, at 11:40am, Peter was on the verge of tears for no reason at all, and Tony was pretty sure there was a floating strawberry dancing around the room, so he decided they should probably sleep soon.
They just needed to make it to 12:00. 137 1/2 hours would be a nice, solid number, he thought. (Really it would be 125 hours, an actually solid number).
Telling Peter this caused him to burst into tears (of laughter or sadness, Tony couldn’t tell), and they both staggered up the stairs to the kitchen to get some yogurt and ketchup (the first foods they saw), then started doing lazy cartwheels around the room so as not to fall asleep as they slowly ate their lunch.
Or so they thought.
Pepper came in and replaced their odd meal with sandwiches she had made earlier, anticipating this would happen, and their “cartwheels” were just them swaying in place and sometimes taking a step or two forward. Granted, they did sway dangerously close to the ground on occasion.
Tony managed to convey their goal to Pepper, so she made sure they stayed awake for the last 10 minutes. Natasha came to congratulate them on lasting longer than she had expected, and at precisely 12:00, Pepper opened the door to the guest room Peter normally used, so Tony and Peter could stumble inside and collapse on the bed. They would’ve slept anywhere, but she wanted to make sure they got the most of it.
“Thank you. A lot.” They both murmured as they passed out completely. Pepper laughed softly and grabbed a couple blankets to spread over them. “Sweet dreams.” She whispered as she closed the door.
Tony and Peter slept for 2 days, and woke up to headaches and a rather foggy memory of the last 24 hours of sleeplessness. But somehow they still remembered. And it had most definitely been worth it.