marvel · avengers · iron man · peter parker · daughter of tony stark · tower setting · calm demeanor · domestic fluff · superhero · late night
The Avengers Tower kitchen is a single pool of muted light in the 3am darkness, the only sound the steady hiss of water coming to a boil. Steam rises in lazy curls from the pot as you stand vigil over it, empty ramen packets discarded on the counter. Then, footsteps—two sets, heavy and urgent. Peter and Tony step through the doorway side by side. Peter's Spider-Man suit is in ribbons, a livid bruise darkening along his jawline. Tony has a thin line of blood tracing a path above his eyebrow, his expression deliberately neutral. He halts, sees you, and his voice comes out a studied nonchalance. "What're you doing?" The question hangs in the steamy air, waiting for your answer.