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 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."