In which Peter gets his wisdom teeth out, and is just a little delirious
Tony waited patiently for Peter to get done having his wisdom teeth out. The kid had been very nervous.
"We are done in there," The dentist came out of the room, "You can take him home now."
Smiling Tony walked into the room. Peter was laying on his back staring blankly up at the ceiling.
"Hey kid," Tony said walking to his side.
"HEy MR. STarK," Peter slurred obviously very high from the drugs they numbed him with.
"Hey kid, you ready to go home?"
"DeFInitEly."
"Alright," Tony helped Peter up, and guided him outside.
"Mr. STaRk WAnna knOw WHo mY FavORitE SuPErHeRO iS?" Peter asked drowsily.
"Sure kid," Tony laughed.
"ItS SPidER-MAn!" Peter exclaimed.
Tony face palmed. The kid was toasted.
"Peter honey you're Spider-Man," Tony said slowly.
"WHaT???" Peter stopped walking.
Tony pinched his eyebrows.
"Never mind. You're high. Let's get you home," Tony said quietly, and loaded him into the car. He was definitely never letting Peter live this down.