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Who: Tony and Peter
What: Tony and Peter need to have a Talk after the party incident
Where: Cabin 1A
When: Morning-ish Apple 30

Peter didn't really move from his bed all day the twenty-ninth day. The initial hangover, luckily didn't last too long-a blessing from his super Metabolism, maybe. But his senses had been on overdrive during that time. Eleven was bad enough but that felt like a seventeen or eighteen. Needless to say, after dealing with nightmare, he just feeling completely drained and only got up once or twice for a few cups of water and to go the bathroom.

Day thirty dawns and Peter still manages to sleep well past noon-it's a sharp knock on the door that pulls him from his sleep and he's suddenly bummed he can't use his webs to pull the door open. He lets out a sigh and climbs down from the bunk to pull the door open, he's in his pajamas, a bit pale still and his hair is, as anyone might have guessed, a mess.

"Mr Stark!" He squeaks, back up and leaving the door open to let him in.

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Tony hadn't spoken to Peter since the party. He'd been angry he'd had to play dad on his supposed night off. A part of him was aware he couldn't really take 'nights off' for that sort of thing, but he'd been hoping for it anyway.

That first day after, he'd been ready to carry out his threat about making Peter clean toilets, but the boy never left the room. He also hadn't seen Peter out and about on the 29th either. He knew a hangover with Peter had to have been hellish, but he metabolized things so quickly, it was surprising anything could keep him down long.

In the end, he'd shown up like he always did, teetering between irritated and concerned. The look he gives Peter when he opens the door isn't a pleasant one. He steps in when the young man moves back and shuts the door behind him. Folding his arms across his chest, he glowers at the kid.

"Well?"

Peter stumbles back a little because Tony does not look happy with him. Of course, he can't really blame him after what happened the other night-to spill out a not that he remembers much of it. At least his senses were back to normal.

"Uh..." Well? Peter's not sure what exactly was he's supposed to be saying. He made a really, really bad and out right stupid. He's way too young to be drinking what was wrong with him?

"I'm -I'm really-I'm so sorry, Mr Stark." He opts for an apology right off the bat. Trying to explain himself would probably only make things worse because really there's no good explanation for what he did.

Tony nods, a tiny bit of a smile shadows his lips at getting an apology. Correct answer, Peter! It does make things a little better knowing Peter understood he'd screwed up.

"What were you thinking? Why did you drink all of that ale? Why did you have to act like such a dumbass and try and ruin my party?"

"I-I don't know." Peter admits, trying to find a reason-any reason to explain what had convinced him to do something just two weeks ago he'd told Tony wasn't old enough. Well, he'd certainly proved that point, though he isn't about to say that out loud. "I mean I didn't mean to-I just wanted to try it and even though I knew it was a bad idea, for some reason I decided to do it anyway, so Gwen and I got a cup each and tried in a different car but it was like really bad but we drank the whole cup anyway but that's all we had, I swear." He spits out quickly.

"After that all we had was cider so I didn't know-I didn't think the ale was gonna hit me that hard-actually I kinda didn't think I could get drunk at all cause like, Captain America can't."

Tony rolls his eyes at 'knew it was bad but did it anyway'. He starts to frown with a bit of confusion hearing they'd only had one cup of ale. What the- oh! Oh.

"You're such a dumbass, kid." Facepalm. "You realize apple cider is normally made with liquor in it right? It's like eggnog. Traditionally it's made with whiskey or bourbon- sometimes other things. If you'd just tried it when I offered it at the inn, I could've told you this. But you acted all stuck up about it."

Actually, he might have heard that somewhere. He face pales a bit. Well that, explained a lot. "I-" Peter starts, feeling a indignant at Tony calling him a dumbass over something like this.

"-But you can like.. buy it at the supermarket and stuff in like little instant packs and those don't have alcohol and also like you can buy it jugs like apple juice and that's also not-I mean how what I supposed to know if you didn't label it?" He spits out quickly.

Tony was sighing at all the other beverages Peter was listing off, mildly irritated but not too much more than when he walked in here... until that.

His gaze turns sharply at the boy. "With all of your heightened senses it didn't occur to even one of them it tasted just a little different than apple juice? And that's how you're going to play this? You're too much of an overgrown baby that you can't take responsibility for your own actions?"

Peter doesn't want to admit but Tony has a good point-he should have noticed that it tasted different, so why didn't he? The room felt weird, he remembers that much. And he knows he'd been way out of line-Mr Stark could have told him if he'd asked but he decided not to do that because a little embarrassment that admitting he'd had a change of heart would cause.

He's backing up again, ready to spit out another apology because it isn't fair for him to say that and he doesn't mean it.

But then.

Then Mr Stark has to go and bring up responsibility. The he's not taking responsibility for his actions and that strikes a cord.

"Don't talk to me about responsibility, Mr Stark. What I did was stupid-I shouldn't have done it and I'm sorry. Can you just let it go?"

"Why not? Because you're so awesome at it that you're known around this train as the responsible kid? No. They all think you're a walking example of Murphy's law. You don't think. You don't take ownership of your choices. You get into mess after mess that I have to clean up." He ran a hand through his hair and started to pace the small space of the room.

"How many times do I have to clean up your barf because you're too sick to do it? That's what I've been reduced to when I have a fellow Avenger on board? I might as well be wiping your ass too. I need more from you Peter. I need you to think and try harder. This isn't acceptable."

Again, Mr Stark is right and that's the really irritating part. As well as the fact he kind of is a walking example of Murphy's Law. But how exactly was he supposed change the fact the whole multiverse just has it out for him? I doesn't really matter what he does because it's going to blow up in his face.

"You can't-" It's a little unfair to use his getting sick against him, he thinks because he would have done it himself, and the other two times it was completely out of his control. "I didn't ask you to clean up after me, Mr Stark. And if you're gonna throw it back in my face then I don't want you to." He snaps, his own anger at himself and Tony melding together. Tony's right-he needs to do better and he hates to think that he's disappointed his mentor this badly but at the same time all the wants to do is scream.

"And for your information, Mr Stark, the whole reason I became Spider-Man was because I'm taking responsibility for a bad choice I made. So you don't get to talk to me about responsibility, Okay? You're not Uncle Ben!"

Tony just gives him a look at Peter saying he shouldn't have cleaned up after him. Really? Really? Who else was Peter going to make do that then? The first time it would've been Manabu except that it had been on Tony, the second- well, that one they just left on the platform, and the third was in middle of Tony's party.

He was just opening his mouth to continue with claiming and doing were two different things. But that last bit catches him. It was accurate, painfully so. Tony wasn't Uncle Ben. Tony wasn't his dad either. So what to say to that?

Nothing. He wasn't going to say anything. He was going to leave and wish he had the chance to slam a door in his wake.

Peter quiet a moment as he registers in his head what it was he just told Tony. realization dawns that he'd just spit out a bunch of words he didn't really mean and his start to go wide. That was going too far. That was going way too far.

"Oh God, Mr Stark I didn't mean-" But the door shuts and Peter's left in his room alone to think about what he just did. After everything Tony has done for him and he goes and spits a 'you're not me real dad' line at him. He groans in frustration and rubs at his face. That was awful and not he owes Tony yet another apology.

But he doesn't really feel much like talking to him right now, but if he doesn't then how long was Tony going to stay mad at him this time? He'd really stepped over the line and he hates the idea of Tony avoiding him.

He stands in the room for a moment longer, making a tight lipped face and right arm shaking as he fights with himself on what to do.

"Fuck it." He finally decides before opening the door up again looking to see which direction Tony went in.

"Mr Stark! Mr Stark I'm so sorry! I didn't mean that! I don't know why I said-I just! Mr Stark, wait up!"

He wasn't sure where to go or what to do. There was a whole train of people he didn't want to deal with right now. He stood right outside Peter's door in a rare state of indecision. Did he go find Dread for another sparring match? No, he wasn't in the mood for the 'he's a teenager' line he'd get. Go to his workspace and pretend to work on stuff? He wouldn't be able to concentrate. If he went anywhere with food, there would be people and he'd lost his appetite for the next week, he was sure.

Before he could figure it out though, the door behind him was opening and he turned to it just in time to get bowled over by the very kid he'd left behind. They land in a pile of arms and legs, Tony with the wind knocked out of him.

As it turns out, Peter doesn't have for to go to catch up, in fact the moment he's out the door he's hitting the ground, having plowed right into Tony. Oops. Well that's... Embarrassing doesn't feel like it quite covers it. Is he ever going to stop being a walking example of murphy's law? Probably not. Parkerluck curse and all that.

"Oh my god, are you okay? I didn't mean to-" Peter spills out immediately and gets to his feet faster than humanly possible before trying to help Tony back up on his. "That was an accident, I swear. I'm so sorry about what I said-I shouldn't have-I just- I mean you're right 'cause you're always right and I just-I'm so sorry-I really didn't mean to say that."

There's always that certain point of anger that you either have to a) hit something b) cry or c).. and he's going with see. He just busts out laughing (or a slightly breathless version), because oh my god Peter you're such a mess! How was it even possible he was still alive?

He takes the help getting to his feet and shakes his head at the kid. What was he going to do with him? There weren't words for how much this boy just can't function right.

"Alright, alright. Whatever, it's fine. You know, I'm really glad you're not the one driving this thing. If the whole multiverse had only one way to explode this train, you'd find it."

Well that... wasn't exactly the response Peter had been expecting and he's still pretty sure he's in deep trouble. He should be though, what he did was completely unacceptable and he really has no right to be mad about Tony being mad at him. But he's also good at just rolling with things and just nods.

"Yeah. I think you're probably right." He agrees before just rubbing at his forehead. "I just-I can't believe I did that-It's not like I'm not aware that doing things I know I shouldn't ends up blowing up in my face-like uh... did you know in third grade I was supposed to go on this field-trip to some pumpkin patch except I forgot to have May or Ben sign the permission slip and then Flash started talking about how I'd be the only left at the school and I didn't want that so I uh... I forged Ben's signature even though I knew better." He explains. "And then I had like a really bad allergy attack because of the hay and pollen and stuff which caused an asthma attack.

"And if that wasn't bad enough, I had forgotten my rescue inhaler that day so I ended up in the ER and Uncle Ben and the School found out I didn't actually have permission to be there-uh, not that any of that's relevant. I just.. I don't know. Just mad at myself, I guess. I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

Tony listens and of course by the end of that ridiculous story that should never ever be repeated if Peter wanted any shred of respect, he's shaking his head. "And here I thought I was a mess growing up. Kid, I don't even know what to do with you right now. But.. look, I get you're going to make mistakes and do stupid things. I do. You're only sixteen, it comes with the territory. I just.. would you try a little harder for me? You don't have to be perfect. I just really want to stop cleaning up your puke. It's not fun, I swear!"

Peter just nods in understanding. He really, really had messed up. He might agree that he was over the line, but he's not about to suggest anything. Whatever Mr Stark decides, well, he'll try not to get too upset over what ever it is.

"That's fair..." He says with a sigh. "Um.. you know I can clean up after myself though, you didn't really give me a chance to."

"No, kid. You couldn't have. Trust me, I've been that level drunk before," he grins and claps Peter on the shoulder. "But.. I have a few ideas on how you're going to make it up to me."

He starts down the hallway toward his workspace and flashes another wide smile- a bit devilish- back at Peter. "I'm going to enjoy you being my bitch for the next couple days. Maybe we can even find you a maid costume." Obviously a joke since there was nothing like that on board. "No! Even better.. we're making you a sign for you to wear. If you take it off you'll have it for an additional two days, got it?"

"I'm never doing that again." Peter laments, not wanting to even look at another glass of alcohol for as long as he lives. Not that, Mr Stark will ever even let him near the stuff after what happened. At least he learned his lesson.

He makes a weird face at Tony's statement. Trust Tony Stark to come up with a creative punishment. "Yeah, okay..." He agrees. "Guess I won't be bored for awhile."

"Good guy, I hope not!" Tony snaps, pausing in his walk to give Peter a stern look. "If you even think about drinking again I'll put your head in a blender."

The last comment though has him stopping completely and turning around. "How do you get bored? Really? Are we free? Can we go home? Do you have web fluid yet? If you're bored work on those. Maybe you've forgotten how to be productive.. I'll help you remember how."

Peter's eyes widen a bit as he just nods his head. He's sure Mr Stark wouldn't actually put his head in a blender but whatever he did come up with surely wouldn't be worth it.

"Yes sir, I understand." He stammers off quickly. Of course, none of what Tony could think up will hold a candle to May if she ever finds out.

"I don't know, it's like I do one thing for a bit and then I just get bored and need something else to do."

He was going to help with Peter's 'problem'. He needed to also come up with additional consequences if the kid didn't do those chores.

It doesn't take them long to find string, paper, and a pen. Tony jotes down a note on the paper, strings it up, and- ta da!- slips it over Peter's head. He nods with approval.

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