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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 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.