Who: Tony Stark, Peter Parker What: …bonding? Listen, idk Where: SPACE MALL. When: Dec 14th
It didn’t take any kind of idiot to know that Peter had been having a hard time dealing with things since he’d arrived here. And Tony had been trying to be helpful in whatever way he knew how - or whatever he felt was best. He got that he wasn’t the easiest person to see, given Peter’s situation. So either he hovered around a lot, or he made himself scarce depending on (as the kids liked to say) the vibes in the room at any given moment.
So far, he was pretty sure that was working. Well, kind of sure. Tony hadn’t exactly asked because frankly there was no one in their household who was just out and open about their feelings and what was on their mind at any given point and time. He was probably closer to that with Gwen than he was with Peter, and that was fair and expected. They’d spent more time in close quarters, had built something up between the two of them that didn’t even really need words at this point. Peter was —
Well.
Tony was trying.
Which was maybe why they were standing in a ridiculously large mall in a place that was virtually unrecognizable beyond the fact that all malls kind of just looked the same, no matter where they were located. He was also here because he desperately needed to get Christmas gifts for people, and his adventure with Nyx had been a very bizarre and awkward bust.
“Okay,” he said, pushing his sunglasses up his nose and half watching FRIDAY scan everything while his eyes were mostly on Peter. “Three things to remember. There’s no divide an conquer in situations like these. Cinnabon is two thousand calories per roll and worth every goddamned one of them, and — no. I guess it’s only two things.”