In which Peter almost get black coffee
Tony sipped his morning coffee. Coffee was good.
"Good morning Mr. Stark!" Peter slid into the kitchen on his sock feet. It was 6:00 am, why was the kid already up.
"Morning kid," Tony grumbled. It should be illegal for someone to be that happy this early.
"What you drinking?" Peter asked chipperly. Tony just stared at him blankly.
"Kid. It is 6:00 am. Think about your question," Tony said flatly. The kid thought for a second and then nodded.
"Can I have some coffee?" Peter asked. The kid never drank coffee. Tony wondered if he should be concerned.
"Sure, what kind do you want?" Tony asked and hopped off his stool. The kid looked stumped. He probably had no idea what the different kinds off coffee were.
"Black, dark and strong like my soul," Peter made his voice deeper. Tony just laughed.
"Hot chocolate it is then."
"Yes please," Peter said, "I was so scared you were actually going to make me drink black coffee."