For Tony - Post Kidnapping

[close_to_the_ground]

He's okay. That's what Strange kept trying to tell Peter as he'd tugged his mask over his head and immediately started webbing through the city, trying to get home. He didn't care if he was wearing his civilian clothes, didn't really give two shits who saw him.

Tony got hurt. And okay wasn't gonna cut it until Peter saw it with his own two eyes. He still didn't understand what had happened. He got beat up? That doesn't make sense and even without the suit Tony Stark can handle random muggers or whatever so there's gotta be more to it than that.

God, it's Peter's fault he doesn't even have a suit, anymore.

He swings to one off the windows of the penthouse because taking the stairs from the roof is too slow and pops the window open, stumbling into the living room.

"Mr. Stark!" he yells, pulling the mask off, hair hopelessly messed up. "Mr. Stark?"

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[close_to_the_ground]

Peter doesn't even think about how he instinctively leans into Tony's hand, always a little starved for that contact. More than he thinks sixteen year old boys should be.

"Yeah well you've taught me like a thousand good things so I guess you can just kick back and relax for the next two years," he murmurs, closing his eyes for a moment before he pushes up to trot over to Tony's room.

"Pretty sure this right here is why you adopted a kid. Fetching stuff."

[ahollowman]

"Is that not what a child is? An indentured servant?"

Red looked at Tony as if she were offended he'd gotten himself hurt and upset The Boy and Tony looked back at her, frowning. He wasn't about to be lectured by a dog.

"No leftovers for you."

He rubbed her head between her ears, watching them flop while he waited for Peter.

Reaching over, he gave the plans on the holo screen a spin. The suit had a new addition to the design, an electromagnetic force field. But that wasn't good enough, not when he had the Mark L to compare it to.

[close_to_the_ground]

"Your readers, grand-dad," Peter announces, dropping the glasses and contact case in Tony's lap, as if Peter hadn't needed glasses until the spider bite.

He flops dramatically back onto the couch, stretching out on his back and staring up at the suit specs.

"Any way to keep it more air tight or is that not possible without the nano-tech?"

[ahollowman]

"That's what I'm working on," Tony said, pulling an alcohol wipe out of his contact case before opening it with his teeth.

"Gimme hand," he demanded. "So far what I have works. Works wonders, actually, although maybe better in a different application. Nothing gets in. Which is also the issue. Nothing gets in. Not microparticles, and not wifi. Not radio waves. Nada. If it's on, everything's dark."

[close_to_the_ground]

Peter reaches over his head and snatches the case, carefully opening up both sides and disinfecting them before handing them back.

"Huh," he huffs as he settles back down, thinking through that. "Oxygen is gonna be an issue after a while if you're sealed up that tight. You're either gonna have to go so high tech that even you haven't invented it yet or rely on something seriously old school."

[ahollowman]

Tony carefully removed one contact lens before the other, before slapping the case shut. He would deal with the rest of it all later, for the next couple days, he would just be grand-dad apparently.

He slid his glasses on and gave a few blinks.

"That's the thing. That's what drives me batty. The tech already exists. It's in Ant-Man's suit. But I'm not allowed to have a look at it. Not even a little look. I called Pym. He's got a very creative vocabulary, for the record. Knows at least fourteen ways to tell a Stark how to go fuck himself."

He rested his head back again.

"I hate it when people give me a taste of my own medicine."