[How long Peter actually takes to get to the door and how wide he dares to crack it are up to him, but when he does--
He'll find Tony Stark standing in the hallway in work jeans and a hoodie, shirt still stained in a couple of spots from the tinkering he was doing up until -- oh, something like thirty minutes ago. A giant plastic bag bulging with take-out containers hangs from his hand, which he raises up in the air and glances toward.]
[ there's an immediate reaction from inside the apartment by way of what sounds like something falling. then there's a pause, as if the occupant is weighing the pros and cons of just escaping out the window and dealing with the consequences later.
eventually, there are footsteps sounding back and forth before they head towards the door.
when it opens, peter's standing there in a hoodie of his own- however, his has the hood up and tied to keep it into place. there are two suspicious looking lumps underneath it towards the top of his head, and he's seemingly careful to keep his sleeves covering his hands, to the point where he almost immediately crosses his arms when he lets go of the door. still, none of that can hide the face that his eyes, usually brown, have lightened to almost golden with slitted pupils... although he appears to be doing his best to avoid meeting tony's eyes with them as he leans against his doorway in what he hopes looks like a nonchalant way. ]
Mr. Stark, hey, what's- what's up, how are you, um- I told you I was fine, you didn't have to... [ he trails off as his eyes fall upon the absolutely ridiculous looking bag in his hand. even with tony's explanation, he can't help but comment. ]
Yeah, well, you've got... spider metabolism or something, right? [Tony takes advantage of Peter's moment of distraction to push past him and through the door, into the apartment. Though he he's come by during the last month, he's never actually stepped inside, and now that he's here, he can see what Peter meant in his text about all the lunar theming. Looks like he still has most of the default Lunatian decor... probably because he hasn't wanted to spend money through the furnishing console. Not that Tony blames him -- he's just starting to wrap his head around the whole "saving money" thing, and it's very lame.
Lame enough that he sort of decided to forget about it while scrolling through the restaurant's menu. He strides toward the kitchen table to set down the bag with a loud thud, then turns back toward Peter.]
You're doing a phenomenal job hiding the cat ears, by the way. And... paws? [He narrows his eyes and takes a few steps toward him.] Eyes too, huh.
[He lets his words hang a second, then says, deadpan:] What I'm saying is your hoodie strategy is pointless.
"Or something." [ but tony is right. even before peter got here and got hit with this weirdo cordis moon he did have an enhanced metabolism. and now, with it? he's definitely distracted enough by all the food for tony to push into the apartment easily.
the way tony's looking around does make him feel weirdly self-conscious, though, partially because he'd shoved the clothes on the floor under the couch so quickly that a shirt can still be seen sticking out from under it, but. ]
I do not have paws! [ he insists, uncrossing his arms and letting a few of his (thankfully) human fingers show from under his sleeves. perhaps tellingly, he doesn't go any farther than that on his hands, and he returns them to the sleeves rather quickly with an embarrassed huff. ]
Yeah, well, you didn't exactly give me a lot of time to think of something better. [ but he does at least hesitatingly raise his eyes back up to tony now, since he obviously failed at any attempt at hiding those. ]
Are they really that bad? [ he'd been hoping on his eyes being the least weird thing about this, to be honest. ]
[The look on Peter's face is so genuinely concerned and earnest that Tony can't help the smile that stretches across his face.]
Uh. Well. I mean. [He clears his throat, calculates, decides "ah, screw it," and crosses his arms over his chest.] Yours don't glow in the dark, so like. Out of the two of us, I probably got the raw end of the deal.
[But okay. Behind the jokey amusement, Tony's higher cognition does a more serious analysis. Looks like Peter's still human, for the most part -- just the trademark suite of cat features he's seen in passing on a few other moonblessed: Ears, eyes, maybe some fur on his arms, judging from his demeanor, and...
...Yeah, that's. A tail. In his pant leg. Man. This surrogate parenting thing has gotten weird.
After a second, Tony turns away from Peter to make his way back to the table. He bends over and yanks open the plastic bag, then starts pulling out take-out containers.]
All right, we've got... palak paneer, chana masala, tikka masala, aloo gobi, naan, goat, that... yogurt stuff... [He trails off and glances back up to Peter.] You gonna help, or do I have to eat all of this myself? Because I'll probably die. Just, like. Scientifically speaking.
[After rooming with Thor for so long, he's got a pretty good idea of how to deal with the side-effects of Cordis in particular, which is a relief seeing as he has no clue in hell on his own.]
[ for one wild second peter's positive that tony's smile is actually him laughing at him, and he's about to wonder if it's not too late to reconsider the whole escaping out the window thing. thankfully he's proven wrong, and that's definitely a relief, but then- there's that. ]
What, like- [ he follows him to the table, curiosity getting the better of him as he tilts his head to try and get a look at tony's current eye situation. all normal, now, but- ]
Glow in the dark, seriously? Do you turn into some kind of... [ he scrambles to try and remember what kinds of animal transformations he's seen around here, so far, and finds his knowledge severely lacking. ] ...I-I don't know, radioactive wolf?
[ not that he's one to question radioactive animals, of course.
even his curiosity isn't enough to fully distract him from the food, though, and at tony's encouragement he finally gives in and reaches over for the tikka masala. ]
Fine, okay, okay! [ he raises his hands in defeat before shaking his (still hooded) head and starting to open the container. ] I know you said this stuff is just alright, but it smells amazing- [ there's a pause before he looks up with a still embarrassed, but no less grateful look. ]
Uh, thanks, Mr. Stark. [ and then he seems to remember his manners, because he (regretfully) puts down the container and turns. ]
Oh, do you want something to drink, I've got- [ he opens a cupboard door and takes out a cup, looking sheepish. ]
Oh. Man. And for a second I thought maybe this wasn't a college dorm room, [Tony leans back in his chair and then pushes it out from the table.] Then again, if this was my dorm room, there'd be more... booze, I guess, anyway--
[He stands up and rounds the table toward the sink, putting a hand on Peter's shoulder to gently urge him back toward his seat in the process.] Think I'm qualified to fill my own glass, you... start eating. So yeah, [he continues, in a segue from one subject to the next before the kid can protest,] radioactive? Not so much. Think more, uh...
[Glasses clink and the sink hisses as he fills a cup with water. He scrunches his face to one side.] ...Bioluminescent?
[He puts one glass to the side and fills another one.] And deep-sea... oriented.
[He turns off the sink and turns, both cups in hand.] Jellyfish. I'm a jellyfish. Tentacles and everything, it's... great. Amazing. Superlative. Hey, look, food.
[He makes his way back to his seat and sets the glasses on the table, then snatches a take-out container and starts serving himself.]
[ peter actually opens his mouth to make what would probably be a big mistake and crack a joke about how maybe tony just hasn't seen all of the booze he has (which is, in reality, none), but he manages to avoid it by being lightly steered towards the food again. well, yeah, he might as well, so he finally takes a seat and grabs the container he'd been working with before.
one obnoxious cordis trait covered up by another. perfect.
he doesn't get very far in the food, though, before he's looking up incredulously at tony's explanation. bio-luminescent? deep sea? jellyfish? this was all just wild, but- he's sitting here with cat ears and a tail. could he really judge? no. definitely not. no, it was time to say something chill and understanding, ]
Oh my god. [ yeah, totally chill and understanding! peter puts down the container in his hands to give tony a full-attention-surprised look. so, obviously this was something that he maybe didn't want to talk about- and hey, peter can relate- buuuuut. he just can't stop himself. ]
That's- that's really- [ he shakes his head. ] I mean- jellyfish are really cool. I've seen them at the aquarium before and they look, like, really neat, especially in the dark, and I've read about this robot some people were making based on how they move to use for search and rescue missions, and that's, like- [ he just gestures towards tony. ]
It's impossible for you to hear anything and not make it weird, isn't it? [Tony doesn't even look up from where he's pouring curry over his rice, and adding a dollop of raita to the side.] Yeah. Really. So...
[He slides the take-out containers back to the middle of the table, glances at another one, shrugs, and grabs that too.]
Let's just say you could have it worse than a couple of cat ears. Which-- [He glances up and gestures with his fork.] You wanna take that hood off already? After I've , like -- bared my furry soul or whatever? I can literally see them moving around under there, anyway.
which means, of course, that peter takes this opportune moment to grab his own fork and use it to shove food into his mouth, to give himself a moment to think and decide.
at least this time he wasn't about to try and blame computer editing. no, much like spider-man was, the ears and aliens were definitely real, here.
moment of thought (and bite of food) over, peter sighs and puts down his fork. ]
Alright, fine. But May can- can never find out about this. [ he stumbles only a little over that request, because man were there a lot of "ifs" involved in that theoretical conversation, but- after just one more second's hesitation he reaches up and pulls down his hood, revealing a pair of brown tabby cat ears that are currently held back just slightly, a little wary. ]
There, happy? [ and since it's too late and he's all in, he shoves up his sleeves to show the odd bit of fur that's grown along his arms as well. ]
I'm like, two seconds away from, from getting cast on Broadway.
Maybe, [Tony replies after a bite,] though that might also have something to do with your acrobatics and general go-getter attitude. Haven't heard your singing voice, though, so. Could be a dealbreaker.
[He shoves another forkful into his mouth as his eyes wander from Peter's ears down to his tabby-striped arms.] And don't worry, I won't let your attractive aunt know you've fallen out of line with her grounded-yet-on-point aesthetics. I will, [he adds, with a little smirk,] tell you that Captain America definitely turns into a werewolf. Or. Kinda-werewolf, same diff.
[After spilling his guts on his own particular brand of moonembarrassment, he figures the rest of the people he knows are fair game. And if Rogers happens to be at the top of that list, well... there are some very tangible, very recent justifications for that.
Probably is. Might have to look into stunt doubling instead. Wonder how well that pays? [ said without the usual level of joke enthusiasm, sure, but there's still some there. at least, it's there until tony's comments about may, which instead cause him to make a face as he rolls his sleeves back down.
he really should just stop mentioning her in front of him, huh.
thankfully, he does not have to think about that for long. no, the revelation that captain america becomes some kind of wolf is definitely enough to regain his attention. peter drops his fork and looks up at tony in mild amazement as he tries to fully visualize the whole thing. ]
Oh my god. He can, like... literally take a bite out of crime. [ he looks pretty pleased about that one, actually. ]
[ except. that was certainly a suspicious question to ask, WASN'T IT. ]
Are you just looking for someone to talk to about him because I'll definitely listen but first I just need to make sure you're not about to tell me those aliens are like fighting outside my apartment building or something
no, no aliens fighting outside your window. Well, I mean not those aliens. I don’t know about any other aliens we might encounter here. They could be.
Yeah, so. He’s here. As in on this planet. Showed up last month. Doesn’t remember the whole breaking up thing.
[ Why is this his life? ]
How do you feel about a lot of ice cream and doing something stupid?
[ OH MAN that was. a lot. peter answers back immediately. ]
It's probably safe to say I'm usually doing something stupid
but ice cream at the same time would definitely be good
[ as for the whole ex-boyfriend thing... look. peter still doesn't have a TON of experience in the whole dating area, so he doesn't think he'll know the right things to say- so if getting ice cream will make billy feel better, he's ready to go. ]
I'm really sorry man. Maybe we can convince him to move into an apartment in like a completely different area or something
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He'll find Tony Stark standing in the hallway in work jeans and a hoodie, shirt still stained in a couple of spots from the tinkering he was doing up until -- oh, something like thirty minutes ago. A giant plastic bag bulging with take-out containers hangs from his hand, which he raises up in the air and glances toward.]
I didn't know what you like.
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eventually, there are footsteps sounding back and forth before they head towards the door.
when it opens, peter's standing there in a hoodie of his own- however, his has the hood up and tied to keep it into place. there are two suspicious looking lumps underneath it towards the top of his head, and he's seemingly careful to keep his sleeves covering his hands, to the point where he almost immediately crosses his arms when he lets go of the door. still, none of that can hide the face that his eyes, usually brown, have lightened to almost golden with slitted pupils... although he appears to be doing his best to avoid meeting tony's eyes with them as he leans against his doorway in what he hopes looks like a nonchalant way. ]
Mr. Stark, hey, what's- what's up, how are you, um- I told you I was fine, you didn't have to... [ he trails off as his eyes fall upon the absolutely ridiculous looking bag in his hand. even with tony's explanation, he can't help but comment. ]
That is... so much food.
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Lame enough that he sort of decided to forget about it while scrolling through the restaurant's menu. He strides toward the kitchen table to set down the bag with a loud thud, then turns back toward Peter.]
You're doing a phenomenal job hiding the cat ears, by the way. And... paws? [He narrows his eyes and takes a few steps toward him.] Eyes too, huh.
[He lets his words hang a second, then says, deadpan:] What I'm saying is your hoodie strategy is pointless.
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the way tony's looking around does make him feel weirdly self-conscious, though, partially because he'd shoved the clothes on the floor under the couch so quickly that a shirt can still be seen sticking out from under it, but. ]
I do not have paws! [ he insists, uncrossing his arms and letting a few of his (thankfully) human fingers show from under his sleeves. perhaps tellingly, he doesn't go any farther than that on his hands, and he returns them to the sleeves rather quickly with an embarrassed huff. ]
Yeah, well, you didn't exactly give me a lot of time to think of something better. [ but he does at least hesitatingly raise his eyes back up to tony now, since he obviously failed at any attempt at hiding those. ]
Are they really that bad? [ he'd been hoping on his eyes being the least weird thing about this, to be honest. ]
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Uh. Well. I mean. [He clears his throat, calculates, decides "ah, screw it," and crosses his arms over his chest.] Yours don't glow in the dark, so like. Out of the two of us, I probably got the raw end of the deal.
[But okay. Behind the jokey amusement, Tony's higher cognition does a more serious analysis. Looks like Peter's still human, for the most part -- just the trademark suite of cat features he's seen in passing on a few other moonblessed: Ears, eyes, maybe some fur on his arms, judging from his demeanor, and...
...Yeah, that's. A tail. In his pant leg. Man. This surrogate parenting thing has gotten weird.
After a second, Tony turns away from Peter to make his way back to the table. He bends over and yanks open the plastic bag, then starts pulling out take-out containers.]
All right, we've got... palak paneer, chana masala, tikka masala, aloo gobi, naan, goat, that... yogurt stuff... [He trails off and glances back up to Peter.] You gonna help, or do I have to eat all of this myself? Because I'll probably die. Just, like. Scientifically speaking.
[After rooming with Thor for so long, he's got a pretty good idea of how to deal with the side-effects of Cordis in particular, which is a relief seeing as he has no clue in hell on his own.]
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What, like- [ he follows him to the table, curiosity getting the better of him as he tilts his head to try and get a look at tony's current eye situation. all normal, now, but- ]
Glow in the dark, seriously? Do you turn into some kind of... [ he scrambles to try and remember what kinds of animal transformations he's seen around here, so far, and finds his knowledge severely lacking. ] ...I-I don't know, radioactive wolf?
[ not that he's one to question radioactive animals, of course.
even his curiosity isn't enough to fully distract him from the food, though, and at tony's encouragement he finally gives in and reaches over for the tikka masala. ]
Fine, okay, okay! [ he raises his hands in defeat before shaking his (still hooded) head and starting to open the container. ] I know you said this stuff is just alright, but it smells amazing- [ there's a pause before he looks up with a still embarrassed, but no less grateful look. ]
Uh, thanks, Mr. Stark. [ and then he seems to remember his manners, because he (regretfully) puts down the container and turns. ]
Oh, do you want something to drink, I've got- [ he opens a cupboard door and takes out a cup, looking sheepish. ]
-uhh, tap water...?
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[He stands up and rounds the table toward the sink, putting a hand on Peter's shoulder to gently urge him back toward his seat in the process.] Think I'm qualified to fill my own glass, you... start eating. So yeah, [he continues, in a segue from one subject to the next before the kid can protest,] radioactive? Not so much. Think more, uh...
[Glasses clink and the sink hisses as he fills a cup with water. He scrunches his face to one side.] ...Bioluminescent?
[He puts one glass to the side and fills another one.] And deep-sea... oriented.
[He turns off the sink and turns, both cups in hand.] Jellyfish. I'm a jellyfish. Tentacles and everything, it's... great. Amazing. Superlative. Hey, look, food.
[He makes his way back to his seat and sets the glasses on the table, then snatches a take-out container and starts serving himself.]
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one obnoxious cordis trait covered up by another. perfect.
he doesn't get very far in the food, though, before he's looking up incredulously at tony's explanation. bio-luminescent? deep sea? jellyfish? this was all just wild, but- he's sitting here with cat ears and a tail. could he really judge? no. definitely not. no, it was time to say something chill and understanding, ]
Oh my god. [ yeah, totally chill and understanding! peter puts down the container in his hands to give tony a full-attention-surprised look. so, obviously this was something that he maybe didn't want to talk about- and hey, peter can relate- buuuuut. he just can't stop himself. ]
That's- that's really- [ he shakes his head. ] I mean- jellyfish are really cool. I've seen them at the aquarium before and they look, like, really neat, especially in the dark, and I've read about this robot some people were making based on how they move to use for search and rescue missions, and that's, like- [ he just gestures towards tony. ]
I mean. You know.
[ a second of silence. ]
...You really get tentacles?
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[He slides the take-out containers back to the middle of the table, glances at another one, shrugs, and grabs that too.]
Let's just say you could have it worse than a couple of cat ears. Which-- [He glances up and gestures with his fork.] You wanna take that hood off already? After I've , like -- bared my furry soul or whatever? I can literally see them moving around under there, anyway.
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which means, of course, that peter takes this opportune moment to grab his own fork and use it to shove food into his mouth, to give himself a moment to think and decide.
it really was kind of silly to keep trying to hide this, and if he's honest he does feel a little better about it after hearing a little about tony's own brand of moon features and the reminder that he is not, in fact, the only person who has to deal with this weirdness- and then there's the fact that this almost feels like déjà vu: him trying to hide something (rather pathetically) from tony stark.
at least this time he wasn't about to try and blame computer editing. no, much like spider-man was, the ears and aliens were definitely real, here.
moment of thought (and bite of food) over, peter sighs and puts down his fork. ]
Alright, fine. But May can- can never find out about this. [ he stumbles only a little over that request, because man were there a lot of "ifs" involved in that theoretical conversation, but- after just one more second's hesitation he reaches up and pulls down his hood, revealing a pair of brown tabby cat ears that are currently held back just slightly, a little wary. ]
There, happy? [ and since it's too late and he's all in, he shoves up his sleeves to show the odd bit of fur that's grown along his arms as well. ]
I'm like, two seconds away from, from getting cast on Broadway.
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[He shoves another forkful into his mouth as his eyes wander from Peter's ears down to his tabby-striped arms.] And don't worry, I won't let your attractive aunt know you've fallen out of line with her grounded-yet-on-point aesthetics. I will, [he adds, with a little smirk,] tell you that Captain America definitely turns into a werewolf. Or. Kinda-werewolf, same diff.
[After spilling his guts on his own particular brand of moonembarrassment, he figures the rest of the people he knows are fair game. And if Rogers happens to be at the top of that list, well... there are some very tangible, very recent justifications for that.
Also, it's hilarious.]
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he really should just stop mentioning her in front of him, huh.
thankfully, he does not have to think about that for long. no, the revelation that captain america becomes some kind of wolf is definitely enough to regain his attention. peter drops his fork and looks up at tony in mild amazement as he tries to fully visualize the whole thing. ]
Oh my god. He can, like... literally take a bite out of crime. [ he looks pretty pleased about that one, actually. ]
Text; some point in February
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How could I ever forget something like that??
[ except. that was certainly a suspicious question to ask, WASN'T IT. ]
Are you just looking for someone to talk to about him because I'll definitely listen but first I just need to make sure you're not about to tell me those aliens are like fighting outside my apartment building or something
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Yeah, so. He’s here. As in on this planet. Showed up last month. Doesn’t remember the whole breaking up thing.
[ Why is this his life? ]
How do you feel about a lot of ice cream and doing something stupid?
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It's probably safe to say I'm usually doing something stupid
but ice cream at the same time would definitely be good
[ as for the whole ex-boyfriend thing... look. peter still doesn't have a TON of experience in the whole dating area, so he doesn't think he'll know the right things to say- so if getting ice cream will make billy feel better, he's ready to go. ]
I'm really sorry man. Maybe we can convince him to move into an apartment in like a completely different area or something
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[ ice cream makes everything better. ]
Nah. It's not like that, we're not on bad terms per say.