SPOOKTOBER RAHH
(Calendar made by Eccentric_Grace )

Peter sits at the dining room table, feet propped up on the edge. He has a lot to do tonight, but he chooses to just scroll through his phone.
As one does.

He's been sucked into the hole that is Twitter. X?

No, he's not calling it that.

He loves this stupid app. The avengers memes have him grinning to himself, clicking another thread of what type of cat each avenger would be.

He doesn't even hear Tony enter the kitchen. Apparently, social media blocks out his super-hearing.

"Hey, short stack. What're you smiling about?"

"According to twitter, if you were a breed of cat you'd be an Abyssinian."

"...Ok."

"Thor would be a Tabby."

"Alrighty then," Tony sits beside him. "This your plan for tonight?"

"Yep. Other than homework and patrolling."

"Uh, it's already 11:00. I don't see homework getting finished."

Peter glances at him, brow raised.
"Yeah, didn't feel like doing it yet."

"Why?"

"It's my College English class."

"So..?"

Peter looks back at his phone, shrugging.
"I'll do it later. Don't like doing English Essays."

"Kid, I've watched you write a detailed, possibly award winning research paper on Gamma Radiation in twenty minutes. You barely even used Bruce's book as a citation. I think you'll be fine writing about logos and pathos and crap."

"It's boring. I don't really feel like writing about a mediocre article my school was required to make my class read."

The desire to not to this paper is so very strong. He thinks the article he has to read is something about a Lobster. He doesn't want to read about a guy's opinion on a goddamn lobster. (This is based off true events y'all)

He'd much rather read something he'll need to know later. He's at the point in his procrastination that he's thinking about how great it would be to be homeschooled by his mentor. (co-parent. He's getting used to that) At least he'd be learning stuff he'll actually use.

Tony leans forward to rest his chin in his hands, elbows pressed against the table.
"So your plan is to stay up all night until you feel like doing it."

Never mind he'd probably add a freaking bedtime into that school-schedule.

"Uh, yeah, I guess."
Peter suddenly laughs quietly.
"Tony, you're trending again. It's a gif of you being thrown through a wall. Also, people are pissed about Hulk smashing their cars last week."

Tony says something, probably judgmental that Peter doesn't hear. He looks up when he hears his name.

Yeah, he definitely said something judgemental. He's got that expression on his face where he looks slightly annoyed but also amused.

"Peter."

"Wait, sorry, what?"

"Ok I've seen enough- gimme."

Peter's phone is plucked from his hands.

"What-? Hey," he mutters, not too bothered but feeling mildly inconvenienced.

Tony taps his computer,
"Homework. Please."

"Why," Peter groans.

"Because. Your eye bags have eye bags, kid. You very obviously need your 8 hours."

"Ok, hypocrite," he grins.

Tony smiles back, chuckling,
"Yeah. I am. Kick the habit while there's still time."

"I'd like my phone back."

"Um, lemme think- No."

"Who gave you the audacity."

Tony's brow raises in judgment.

"I have something better than the audacity," he points at a frame on the wall, the co-parenting contract behind the glass. "I have the lawful right given to me to get you off your damn phone. Sighed by your aunt and you, may I add. So you gave me the audacity, Parker."

"I'm revoking your parental rights."

"Funny."

He pushes the computer closer to Peter, and they stare at each other for another few moments.

"Fine."

He drags it closer to himself by the keyboard, sighing. He glances at Tony, now feeling a little unsure if he was joking around or if he's actually annoyed.

The man suddenly rolls his eyes,
"Ok, scootch over I'm helping."

"Huh?"

"I've got nothing better to do lemme see it."

Peter grins,
"Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

He watches as his expression sours the more he reads the article.
"Oh, kid, this article does suck, this is.." he laughs, dropping his face into his hands, "this is fucking pointless I thought you were in a top school."

"That's what I've been saying!"