Anon, this is nonsense but that’s nothing new! I had fun writing it and hopefully you had fun reading it.
“No. Regrets.” and “How drunk was I?”
“Wakey wakey, Pete. Sunshine is burning,” a baritone speaks from above and right before a hand smacks his cheek several times. “I’m giving you three seconds to wake up or I’m sending your sister in and disappearing for the rest of the day.”
“At last! Hey, you. Lemme see those eyes.”
“G’way,” he moans, trying to slap the voice away.
His hand is held captive.
“Oh no. None of that now. I need a play by play on how you managed to get your ass kidnapped, in broad daylight, dressed as your spidery alter ego, and managed to get drunk instead of drugged.”
Tony sighs. “Lights are off, open your eyes, and I promise I’ll try not to ask all my questions at once, but you know I don’t have impulse control.”
Peter squints, glaring up at Tony.
Tony’s hand covers Peter’s face, lightly shaking him around from side to side, and Peter retaliates by licking his palm.
“You’re worse than your sister.”
“Is this a hangover?” he questions, but his voice cracks something fierce. “Am I dead?”
“Nope, not yet at least. You’re lucky my past is colorful otherwise you’d be getting an earful.”
“What’s this then, a powwow?”
“Cute, kiddo. Here.” he hands him a glass of water and Peter drains it. “Are you okay?”
He nods then groans, realizing that was stupid.
Tony nudges Peter around until he sits behind him and then magic happens: he gets a scalp massage and Peter melts into Tony.
“How drunk was I? Last night?” Peter asks into the silence, wrinkling his nose at the stench coming out his mouth. He also asks because he isn’t facing Tony and he’d rather not see any form of disappointment on his father figure’s face.
“FRI, replay last night’s baby monitor footage.”
Tony pulls out his cell phone and a holographic image comes to life, showing Peter first in a makeshift cell but Tony tells FRIDAY to fast forward and then it skips to Peter singing Disney songs, both old and new. Sober, Peter doesn’t think he can even blame Morgan because he’s rather guilty to confess he hums catchy songs all the damned time.
“Doesn’t he ever shut the hell up?”
“Well, he does hang out with Stark so my answer is not likely.”
Peter’s brows furrow and he turns to look at Tony, “What, do they think I picked that up through osmosis?”
“Criminal masses aren’t always the most intelligent, you know that, bud.” Tony even looks apologetic until his grin widens then he looks downright ornery. Peter’s saw an identical expression on Morgan multiple times. “S’why I had to be a hero.”
Peter halfheartedly swats at him.
Tony cackles, easily pinning Peter’s arms until he’s hugging Peter’s back and pointing at the floating images. “Oooh, I like this part.”
He turns to see his holographic self standing on Pepper’s dining room table, dancing clumsily, hands coasting up and down his body, then all of a sudden he stops and points out into the family room, “No regrets because I’m a SUPERSTAR!”
Peter groans, bowing his head.
Behind him, Tony laughter is booming, resounding like fireworks and if Peter wasn’t nursing a hangover he would have relished in the sunny disposition. Instead, he jabs his elbow into Tony’s stomach and twists around until he can hide away from his embarrassment, pouting in peace.