I don't feel so good
Tony feels a headache coming up.
It’s not one of those headaches that comes when he hasn’t had enough water in his system, or when his brain is going in overdrive. It’s more of the silently suffering kind of headache that comes because of the people surrounding him.
“I’m sorry, or not really, but there’s no way that I’m making a flying toaster that delivers the toast to people’s plates,” Tony mutters out, rubbing his fingers over his forehead. “It’s a bad idea, which means a lot coming from the biggest source of bad ideas.”
Pepper’s not giving him her annoyed glare, which probably means that she’s agreeing with him here. Good, because he would have seriously doubted her sanity if she’d actually gone with their idea.
“Don’t get me wrong, Mr. Stark, but many people have shown interest in-“
“I don’t care,” Tony returns. “If I have to give the people what they want all the time, I should better just go back to making weapons. Some things are just not supposed to be made, especially things that require an actual AI to function.”
“The toaster would not need an AI, per se-“
Tony rolls his eyes, looking up at Todd, or Ron, or whatever his name is. He’s a greasy little guy with half his black hair missing and extremely light blue eyes that makes Tony wonder if he’s just wearing contacts.
“Sir, Peter would like to know if you’ll be at home this evening?” FRIDAY asks in his mind. That’s the good thing about Extremis, Tony figures. Or, it’s not really extremis. It’s something completely new, based off extremis. Being connected to the world, to everything electrical at all times… it makes him feel all-knowing for some reason. Especially when he can just have silent conversations with his AI inside his head without the others knowing about it.
“What, he’s planning to come over for the weekend?” he returns without opening his mouth.
“He is.”
Tony smirks lightly. “Then I’ll be home. Tell Steve to prepare something good for dinner.” he answers, closing his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again. When he does, he notices the board looking at him with questioning glances.
“Oh, I didn’t hear that last part,” Tony says out loud, now this time actually earning a glare from Pepper. He ignores it, instead leaning back in his seat.
“We were just saying, Mr. Stark, that we don’t think you’re taking the company’s best interest at heart,” Klaus says. Or, Tony thinks it’s Klaus. To be fair, he hasn’t been to these types of meetings in years. He’s still not really sure what he’s doing here right now.
“Oh I’m not?” Tony asks, lifting an eyebrow. “Well, then I suppose that’s it. The end of the company. Let’s all go home, it’s over.” Tony starts getting up, noticing the even stronger glare Pepper’s throwing at him.
“Boss, Captain Rogers would like for me to pass along that, to quote, he can’t cook for shit and you shouldn’t expect something good.”
Tony sits back down, throwing his feet on the table while grabbing some weird rubix-like-cube that has been sitting on the table. It’s the next form of puzzling from what the social media said. Tony figured it out in three minutes.
“Please tell him that he shouldn’t say bad words or it’s going to be difficult for me not to walk out of this meeting, if he knows what I mean.”
“I would rather not pass that along.”
“Scaredy-cat.”
“Mr. Stark, I don’t think you’re seeing the big picture here,” the man with the glasses says. Or, uh, the brown glasses, since a lot of people are wearing glasses here, excluding him and Pepper. They’re both in too good health to be wearing those. “For over the past year, there have only been three new innovative creations brought into the market which are-“
“The Starkbucks coffee machine, the remote controlled windowfilters and the soundless MRI-system, yes. All of which haven’t been the easiest to make, might I remind you,” Tony interjects.
“Easy for you, we should presume,” brown-glasses points out. Tony gives the man a quick stare before smirking.
“Fair enough. What do you want, though? For me to create complete bullshit like a toaster? Don’t you guys remember the reaction we got when the Starkbucks came out?”
He remembers.
“I think that reaction was mostly due to the name,” the blonde woman says, picking at her own glasses. She’s wearing blue ones, and her lips are bright red. Not the same red as Pepper or Aunty Peggy used to have, so obviously Tony hates the color.
“The name was brilliant,” Tony defends himself.
“It really wasn’t,” Pepper assures him. “Listen, Tony, people of the board. We should all just get to the point; you want Tony to invent more. Good, I want that, too. But I think we first should think of the reason as to why there haven’t been as many things coming out in the past year, no?”
Tony leans back in his chair, only barely glancing at Pepper through the corners of his eyes. Is he imagining things, or is he noticing a ring there? On her left hand? She didn’t have that yesterday when he saw her, right? He can’t recall.
“It’s because Mr. Stark is too busy playing around in that flying suit of his that he forgets that he has a company under his name,” brown-glasses points out.
“Please, I’ve barely been on the field lately,” Tony mutters out, tapping on the table while he looks down at the puzzle-cube he had been toying with. Looks like he figured it out again. “A lot of new heroes around lately, Iron Man’s not needed as much, anymore.”
And that’s a good thing, he thinks. It gives him time to work more behind the scenes on the team rather than at the front. To help out as Tony Stark, rather than Iron Man. He remembers telling Steve that he was thinking of cutting down on the action – not completely, but just a little bit. Steve had respected his decision, and even stepped back from his role as the leader of the team. Now, the current team of Avengers is being led by Carol, who is doing a marvelous job at it, pun absolutely intended.
“FRI, can you also ask Peter if he’s bringing along that girlfriend of his? Wouldn’t want to think she’s afraid of us, after all.”
“Be as it may, Mr. Stark, it is obvious that your priorities are elsewhere. And that is acceptable, but we still need you to throw us a bone here. At least hire some new engineers, of stimulate the current ones to think out of the box. Or perhaps it’s time to think about letting your son-“
“My son stays out of this,” Tony suddenly returns, feeling his hands ball into fists almost immediately.
“We know you don’t want to give him the burdens that rested on your shoulders at his age, but with his youth he might actually bring in some interesting stuff,” Blondie points out.
“I don’t care. My son is currently busy getting his second and third degree at the same time. I’m not distracting him from his studies because the company wants ‘some youth brought back into it’.” Tony does the airquotes as he speaks.
“Sir, Peter has asked me to inform you that he will not be bringing Miss Hardy along to family dinner.”
“Tell him he can’t hide her from us forever,” Tony quickly tells FRIDAY.
“Well then, Mr. Stark, what else do you suggest?” Tony leans back, sighing softly. To be fair, he can understand their point of view. He got the whole R&D-team to help him develop that soundless MRI, which has been quite the invention of the decennia according to a lot of doctors – decennia, who even says that anymore?
“I suggest you bring in some more interns, for starters. A couple of young, innovative minds, a few extra hands along with it. See what they can figure out.”
It’s Pepper who spoke. Tony gives her a long look.
“We have interns,” Tony points out.
“We need more than three of them, Tony. We have enough people that are prepared to evaluate their progress, you won’t even have to be much of a part of it.”
Tony frowns. “Why would you assume I wouldn’t want to be a part of it?” he asks. Pepper sighs, rolling her eyes as she sits up straight.
“Listen, Tony, I know you love Peter and that he means a lot to you, but he’s not the only smart kid around here-“
“He’s not just smart. He’s a genius,” Tony interrupts.
“We are not here to hear your son’s resume, Stark. Get more interns, figure this shit out. We want to be able to offer more to the public during this year.” Brown-glasses turns to Pepper and gives her a nod while he piles his papers. “Let’s just conclude this meeting and go on with our days, shall we?”
Tony lets out a relieved breath. He hates nothing more in the world than board-meetings. Especially when they’re here to talk about the fact that he hasn’t been bringing much on the market lately. To be fair, he’s been inventing his proper share of things in the past year, but it’s mostly Avengers-stuff that the public should not receive. Tony isn’t sorry for it, he did make another breakthrough in the medical word, after all.
“Boss, Captain Rogers would like for me to let you know that Professor Xavier asked for his presence at the institute, but that he’ll be home in a few hours.”
“Sure, let him know not to take off the suit when he gets home, you know, unless it’s bloody or dirty. Then I don’t want it all over my bedsheets.”
“Of course, you wouldn’t, sir.”
Tony drops the cube down on the table after finishing it twice. It’s not even noon yet, so he’s kind of proud of himself that he managed to be here. In fact, he’s missed only a few meetings since Steve. The board should be thanking him for forcing Tony to come here.
“Tony, I need to speak to you.”
A quick turnaround, and Tony finds that Pepper is still standing there, having closed the door behind her after the last member of the board has walked off. Her fair hair is put up neatly, her make-up done so professionally Tony would almost think she’s about to head to a photoshoot.
“Sure, though bet you for ten dollars that it’s going to be about that ring I just spotted there,” Tony says, pointing at the jewel wrapped around the woman’s finger of her left hand. Pepper looks down at the hand in question, seeming a bit taken aback by his response.
“Uhm, it wasn’t, but I suppose I forgot to mention that as well,” she utters out. Tony gives her an unimpressed look and Pepper stops breathing for a second before rolling her eyes. “He asked me while we were cooking, both of us covered in tomato juice because we’re both not very good cooks. It wasn’t anything as spectacular as I suspect you would have done.”
“Oh, yeah, I would have rocked your entire evening. Just imagine, fancy dinner, band playing something slow, ring suddenly in your glass-“
“In my glass? Seriously? That’s so cliché, Tony,” Pepper laughs. Tony shrugs.
“Eh, clichés work for a reason, right?” Tony returns. “I’m romantic that way.”
“I’m pretty sure Steve loves that.” Pepper has this fond look on her face. “But, Tony, I’m sorry about what I said earlier. About Peter…”
Tony stands up a bit straighter after that, putting his hands in the pockets of his pants unconsciously.
“See, you’re doing it again. You’re freezing up on the spot like you’re expecting something horrible to happen. What’s going on, Tony?”
Tony lifts up a hand and rubs his chin nervously while averting his eyes. The floor looks nice, though Tony wonders who ever thought it was a good idea to bring carpet here. It’s just begging for allergic reactions, especially with all those fossils of the board.
He knows the only reason he’s reacting this way is because he’s afraid somebody soon will tell him that he’s actually not that good of a dad. He’s really trying his best, but it’s hard to prove it when your son is already almost an adult once you get to know him.
“Nothing’s going on,” Tony returns. “Peter’s coming home this evening.”
“How is he liking MIT?” She actually sounds genuinely curious. For a moment, Tony thinks it’s a shame she never had any children of her own. That thought gets replaced immediately when he remembers that Pepper never had any interest in having children. She’s a lot like her mother in that department.
Though, somehow, the universe managed to make their beloved Black Widow, along with Barnes, kind-of adopt an orphaned baby. Yeah, life’s just weird.
“He likes it,” Tony returns. “By the end of the year I figure he’ll have two more degrees to add to that first one.”
“If he’s anything like you, I don’t doubt that,” she returns. “Listen, Tony. Again, I didn’t mean to insinuate that you only care about Peter; it’s normal, you’re his dad after all.”
“You’re damn right I am,” Tony returns. “And I’m sure you understand that Peter will always be my top priority, right?”
“I think I got that, yes,” Pepper says, slightly chuckling. “Looks like the entire former team is getting their priorities straight.”
Tony has to agree with her. What with Natasha and Barnes adopting that Altman-kid whose mother died in some sort of battle, Rhodey officially having moved in with May somewhere further in New York, and Wilson also expecting his first kid soon enough, things seem to be getting more interesting.
There’s also the darker things going on, like Wanda and Vision failing at their first attempt to create a child. It was sad, because Tony actually saw the two boys, the babies. They had looked healthy, ready for life. But bad shit happened, and they’re just… no longer there. It’s safe to say that Wanda didn’t really take it all that well.
The team is nearly nothing like it used to be. There’s Clint having taken in a young girl Peter’s age (Tony thinks her name is Kate) who appears to be just as skilled at archery as him (he calls her his ward, which is just ridiculous but at the same time so Clint). Natasha and Barnes stepped out. So did Bruce and Rhodey. Vision’s still there, but Wanda took some time off. Sam’s only doing a few missions…
As it is, the current team consists of Carol, Vision, Clint and Kate, Scott and Hope, Peter (whenever he’s nearby) and Harry – that last one being much to everybody’s surprise back when the kid revealed that he wanted to join.
But the team’s doing pretty good. It’s only because of that, Tony remembers, that Steve took a step back as well.
“Listen, Pep, I need to get home. I’m really happy for you and… well, Happy.”
“Smartass,” Pepper returns. Tony shrugs smugly, leaning forward to kiss her cheeks before walking off.
“FRI, clear my schedule for today, will you?”
“Do you have something special planned, sir?”
“Just going to see my man, is all,” Tony returns. Once he’s in the penthouse he steps onto the balcony, letting the suit surround him with just a thought. Tony flies up, all the way to Manhattan, landing in front of the school with ease. He sees a few of the mutant-kids looking at him in wonder. He gives them a smile and a wave.
“Heya, kids. Anybody know where I can find a certain Captain America?” he asks.
“Uh, I think he’s in the professor’s office,” one of them says, pointing to the building they’re standing in front of. Tony nods before removing the suit. Pulling out his sunglasses, he walks through the courtyard, greeting every teenager and kid that seems excited to see him.
Once inside, he finds a lot of other people, as well. The teachers, to be exact. While Storm greets him with a smile, and Jean shakes his hand shortly, there’s also Scott who just nods stiffly, followed by Logan who just plainly ignores him.
“What, did somebody step on your toes, Wolfie?” Tony asks jokingly. Logan turns around, throwing him a wicked grin that makes Tony realize he should probably have kept his mouth shut. But, ah, he’s always known for running his mouth. It’s a talent, he supposes.
“Ask your boyfriend, Stark,” he returns. Tony snorts, crossing his arms.
“You know, in case you were trying to be ‘mean’,” Tony does some airquotes to accentuate his point, “it’s pretty much failing given the fact that I have a boyfriend.”
“I know, but you should ask him, anyway,” Logan returns with a wink before walking off, following the other teachers back outside. Tony looks back at him in confusion, not really understanding him all that much. Mutants have always been a matter far from him; they always have their own thing to do, after all.
Though they did help along during the war against Thanos a few years back. Tony probably shouldn’t complain about it.
He decides to just move forward. He only vaguely remembers where the professor’s office is, so with a careful knock he indicates his presence, hearing a small ‘come in’ from the other side. But even if he hadn’t heard anything he would have stepped inside the room.
“Charles, tell me, isn’t he just the greatest man alive?” Tony asks while entering, noting Charles seated behind his desk with Steve standing in front of it. Charles is smiling lightly, probably having sensed his presence beforehand. The smirk gets even wider when his eyes fly up to Steve.
Oh, so Steve must be very happy to see him, pun also intended.
“Tony,” the Captain gets out, clearly surprised at the sudden presence of the engineer in the room. Tony rolls his eyes, walks up to Steve and throws an arm around his middle.
“I didn’t mean to intrude but you know me, I’m a rather curious person,” Tony says while leaning against his partner. He’s only slightly sad to see he’s not wearing his uniform, but then again why would he have been? It’s not like either of them have been called into action a lot, lately.
“No, it’s good that you’re here. You’re kind of involved, too,” Charles points out. “I trust you haven’t noticed good Mr. Wilson sitting there on that chair behind you?”
Both Steve and Tony turn around, suddenly noticing that, indeed, a person is sitting there in that familiar red-and-black suit, sticking a knife against his face where is teeth are supposed to be underneath. Tony instantly flinches.
“Oh no,” he mutters automatically, a reaction he’s come to adopt from Peter. He’s had his fair number of run-ins with Deadpool, given the fact that the guy seems to have one gigantic crush on Peter that will probably never be reciprocated.
That, and there’s also the fact that Deadpool saved his life that one time, but that’s a story for another day.
“Hello there, Mr. and Mr. Peter!” Deadpool greets them happily. He gets on his feet, throwing the knife aside until it gets stuck on the floor. Tony can hear Charles sigh from behind him. “You two finally came to your senses and giving me your blessing?”
“Blessing for what?” Steve asks curiously.
“Ah, well, for your son’s hand in marriage, of course!”
“Wade, please,” Charles urges on. “You know why you’re here.”
And Wade hunches forward all of the sudden, seemingly appearing sad.
“Because I beheaded that jerk drug dealer who was about to take that kid?”
“Exactly,” Charles says, sounding amused. “Now, I know it’s asking a lot, but there has been only one person alive that Wade here has any bit of respect for.”
“Oh please don’t tell me it’s-“ Tony starts.
“CAAAAAAP!” Wade calls out, throwing his arms around Steve’s waist, with that slightly pushing Tony aside. As Deadpool starts hanging on Steve almost literally, Tony notices the amused look on Steve’s face.
“Well, at least he’s not grabbing your ass,” Tony mutters out. He’s known Wade do it to many people. He even dared to touch Natasha’s, which didn’t really end up well for him as she snapped his neck without a single hesitation.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Wade mutters against Steve’s chest.
“Anyway,” Charles says in an attempt to get their attention back. “I know the two of you have been taking some time off from the field. I was hoping that perhaps, Captain Rogers, you would be interested in helping Wade along on a better path?”
Tony bites his lips together when he sees Wade look up at Steve, suddenly jumping up and down in excitement. Steve shakes a bit with the movement, but he, too, seems amused. It’s really a testament to the guy’s patience.
“I suppose that would be alright,” Steve says, giving Wade a small push until the man lets go of Steve. Then he readjusts his shirt for a bit, putting a hand on Wade’s shoulder. “But… you need to understand that killing people just like that is something I’m not tolerating from you anymore.”
Oh no, Tony could slam his face against the wall. Steve is actually going to ‘mentor’ Wade freaking Wilson!
“Steve, honey, can I just have a quick word?” Tony calls out, nodding towards the door.
“Of course,” Steve says. He gives Wade a pointed look before following Tony out of the room. Once they’re separated from the others well enough, he turns towards his partner.
“I sure hope you’re not intending on letting him stay at the tower?” Tony asks, trying not to sound too annoyed. Steve just laughs, putting his hands on Tony’s shoulders and looking him straight in to his eyes.
“Don’t worry, he won’t,” Steve assures him, leaning forward to kiss Tony’s lips softly. Tony hums as he leans forward, his hands quickly finding Steve’s back until he lets his hands roam a bit more downwards.
“Good, because I had a few plans for the afternoon, you know?”
“Did you now?” Steve smirks as he looks down at him with that fond expression. “Will you tell me what those were?”
Tony chuckles, leaning forward until his lips are next to Steve’s ears.
“Well, first you are getting in that suit of yours, and then-“ Tony continues whispering the rest of his plans in Steve’s ears, completely aware that Steve’s probably blushing so hard he’s almost as red as a strawberry.
“Stark, you do realize that I can hear everything?”
“Bite me, Charles,” Tony returns out loud. Steve suddenly pulls back.
“Okay you got me extremely interested up until that last part,” he tells him. “Let’s just head back, I’ll work something out with Wade and I’ll meet you up at the cycle, alright?”
“But sex afterwards?” Tony asks with a pout. Steve rolls his eyes.
“If you can get the image of Charles biting you out of my head, sure,” Steve jokes. Then he gets back inside the room.
Tony isn’t too sure what exactly Steve has planned with Deadpool. In a few days, they’re heading out for a week, following some sort of lead on whatever. Tony didn’t listen to it too much, instead having his thoughts more on the fact that his son is coming home this evening.
So after spending the morning at the school, the afternoon in his happy place in bed with a very handsome Captain as his companion, he’s ready to begin his evening making sure that Peter’s bedroom doesn’t look too much like nobody has been sleeping there for the past few months.
“Tony, relax,” Steve says from the kitchenette as Tony takes out what he thinks is a duster. He has no clue, since he’s never really had to clean anything before. “You know the housekeeper does Peter’s room as well, it’s completely clean.”
“You just never know,” Tony points out, holding out the utensil towards Steve. “Can I remove spiderwebs with this?”
Steve gives the thing a short look before turning to Tony with an eyebrow raised. Then he shakes his head.
“No, that’s a mop,” Steve points out. Tony curses, putting it back where he found it. When he turns back around, there’s suddenly a tall man standing behind him, grabbing a hold on his arms. “Tony, stop raiding the cleaner’s stuff and come join me in the kitchen. If you want to make yourself useful, prepare the table.”
Tony nods nervously, earning him a smile from Steve, followed by a kiss on the cheek.
“You’re hopeless,” Steve mutters into his ear. Tony rolls his eyes, taking a quick sniff in the air to find out what they’re going to eat.
“I’m hopeless? I’m pretty sure something’s burning back there,” Tony points out when he catches that stingy smell. Steve pulls away rather quickly, running back to the kitchenette and actually getting out a few curses that make Tony feel all tingly inside.
He’s about to make a comment on it, but eventually keeps his mouth shut when Steve gives him a sad look.
“I told you I can’t cook,” he says in defeat, turning off the stove and waving his hand over the smoke. Tony actually feels bad for him. He walks up to the man, taking his hands into his own to turn him around.
“Honey, it’s alright,” Tony assures him. “We’ll just order some pizza, okay?”
Steve lowers his head but nods in agreement. Tony rolls his eyes, leaning his head forward until it’s resting against Steve’s chest, giving him a reassuring hug. Without speaking up, he lets FRIDAY order the usual for them.
“How about we clean this up for a bit, alright?” Steve agrees, and the two of them get working on it as fast as they can. Just when they’re about to finish, FRIDAY comes with the news that the pizza has arrived.
“I’ll get it,” Steve says, grabbing the wallet from the counter and taking out the exact amount from it. It’s a mixed pot of his money and Steve’s, and while Tony assured him that Steve didn’t have to pay for anything, the guy seems to keep on insisting it. It’s about hopeless to fight him on it, so Tony just lets him be, if that’s what he really wants.
Peter arrives only two minutes after Steve’s back. The way he walks in looks more like he hasn’t been gone for a few months, as if it was only yesterday that he’d been here. Of course, before he could speak Tony pulls him into his arms and almost squeezes so hard Peter can’t breathe.
“Dad, holy crap you saw me only two days ago when you visited MIT!” Peter huffs out, though not at all pushing Tony away.
“I know,” he says. “Can’t an old man just be happy to see his boy?”
And Peter shuts up, patting Tony lightly on the back until he lets go. Then the boy turns to greet Steve with a lighter hug. Tony frowns when he takes in Peter’s figure. He looks a bit pale, maybe even sweaty. Maybe he’s not feeling all that well? He could build up a fever, perhaps. Tony reaches out his hand to put it on Peter’s forehead.
“Dad, what are you doing?” Peter asks, pulling his head away.
“You don’t look so well,” Tony points out. Peter rolls his eyes, taking off his coat and hanging it up among the others.
“Jeesh, thanks,” Peter mutters. “Also, is that pizza I smell?”
“Damn right!” Steve says from a bit further away. He gestures for them to join. “Come, let’s take a pizza and watch a movie!”
“Oh, like old times!” Peter calls out, walking out of his Dad’s reach to join Steve at the table, where he takes the box with his preferable pizza and carries it to the couch. Steve sits down next to him, grabbing the remote control and pointing it at the screen.
“Now what do you want to watch?” he asks.
“I don’t know,” Peter mutters. “Put up Star Trek or something. The one with the actor that looks like Strange.”
“On it,” Steve says, pressing around on the buttons for a bit before Peter takes pity on him and takes it over. Despite everything, Steve’s still not as handy with technology as he probably wishes he was.
Tony tries to shake off the worried feeling he’s having all over. Surely, if Peter wouldn’t be feeling well, he would say so, no? He’s probably pale like that because he’s been having long days at school. Or maybe he’s catching a cold. Nothing to worry about, after all. Despite everything, Peter can still have common colds.
So Tony lets out a relieving breath, grabs his own box and marches up to the couch. When he nears them, he looks down at the two.
“Move over, I’m going to sit there,” he says, pointing at the spot between Peter and Steve. None of them complains, knowing that Tony like to be in the center. Once he’s seated, Peter leans to the side of the couch, throwing his legs over Tony’s. Steve puts his arm over Tony’s shoulder.
“You see,” he starts whispering to Tony with a hushed voice. “Nothing to worry about.”
Tony sighs, leaning his head to the side until it’s resting against Steve’s chest. Without speaking they start up the movie. It feels good, indeed almost as if they’re back to that first month together, where Peter still went to high school. That time where most of their troubles hadn’t happened yet.
It’s only hallway into the movie that Tony realizes Peter has fallen asleep, pizza not even half finished. Tony frowns, leaning a bit to the side to reach for Peter’s sleeping form. When he gently starts to shake his shoulders, Peter jumps up in surprise, looking disoriented. His skin is wet from sweating.
“Wha-?” he starts asking.
“Peter, you alright?” Tony asks. He can feel Steve shift a bit next to him. Peter just grunts, rubbing his eyes while sitting up.
“Yeah, uh… I should probably just go to bed,” he mutters. “It’s been a long couple of days.”
Without further prompting, Peter pushes his box aside and starts getting on his feet. When Tony moves as well, Peter holds up his hand.
“No, no, I’ll be fine,” he assures him. “I’ll see you two tomorrow, alright?”
Tony nods, and so does Steve. They watch as Peter starts moving, slowly, to his bedroom. His shoulders are hunched forward, his feet dragging on the ground. He looks completely exhausted. Tony frowns especially hard when he hears Peter gasping for breath.
“Honey, you sure you’re alright?” Tony asks, sitting up for a bit. Peter stops in his tracks, putting a hand against the wall while the other reaches for his chest. His dull eyes turn to look at the two, though Tony’s not sure he can actually see them.
“I-“ he starts, taking another deep breath. “I don’t feel so good.”
After that, Peter’s eyes close and he falls down to the ground.