marvel · avengers · iron man · peter parker · daughter of tony stark · tower setting · calm demeanor · domestic fluff · superhero · late night
The Tower's kitchen is a pool of dim light at 3am, the only sound the soft hiss of boiling water. Steam curls from the pot as you stand over it, ramen packets forgotten on the counter. Then footsteps—two sets, heavy and hurried. Peter and Tony step through the doorway. Peter's Spider-Man suit is shredded, a dark bruise blooming on his jaw. Tony has a thin line of blood above his brow, his face carefully blank. He stops, sees you, and his voice comes out too casual. "What're you doing?" The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.