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Sure. Something up?

Trying to crawl out of my sad cave.

Drinking with friends is a step up from drinking alone, right?

Correction. With cats.

Yeah, I know how that goes. Something happen?

Remy disappeared. Gone entirely.

We were...

We had a history back home and were fixing things here.

The nanite coma, the kidnapping, and then that.

Ah. I'm sorry.

[ Yeah, he knows how that one goes. ]

Me too.

So, drinks?

[ The laugh is sharp, but Steve doesn't flinch or draw back from the way Tony takes it. There is a lot hanging between him and the rest of the Avengers, so Steve can't really hold it against him. ]

I don't mind. Sounds like you needed to clear the air.

Maybe.

[ He considers it for a moment, then shakes his head. ]

But, no offense, you're not really the one I need to clear it with. Much as I appreciate the ear.

No, I'm not.

[ He pats Tony on the shoulder. ]

But you'll work it out with him. I have faith in you.

Just let me know where and when.

[ It earns a slightly owlish blink, Tony clearly not sure what to make of that. ]

Thanks. I think.

What are you doing right now?

Nothing that can't be put off.

Come by the apartment, then. I'll send you the address.

[ Oh, it's going to be that kind of drinking. This should be a thing. ]

Give me five.

I'll leave the door unlocked.

[Yes and no? She hasn't decided. Mostly she doesn't want to social with other people, even a bartender. Baby steps.]

[ Tony does turn up a good five minutes later or so, aided by rockets in making it that quickly. The armor breaks up to flow back into the arc reactor at the center of his chest as he knocks on the door and then slips inside. Seems polite to let her know someone is coming, at least. ]

Hello?

[An orange tabby sits pointedly several yards in from the door, upright and regal as though he's waiting for someone and is displeased. With a sniff of the air, that displeasure continues as he huffs and strolls away, deftly giving Stark the butthole view.]

Come on in, ah'll be right there.

[Her voice resonates from the kitchen of someone who knew how to cook, the familiar sound of his suit having tipped her off enough to his arrival for her to prepare for guests. That means he can hear the clanking of glasses and a bottle before her mess of hair appears from around the corner, attached to that's a tired smile. She's dressed casually, wearing leggings and an oversized t-shirt that falls a little off one shoulder. Gloves, of course, completed the look.]

Hey you.

Hey yourself.

[ He tips his head as he glances over her, then makes his way further inside. ]

Nice digs.

[Man, Peter feels a little bad for this. He'd been bad at keeping in touch as much as usual with just about everyone, but now he's kind of wanting to fix himself up and has nowhere particularly enjoyable to do it. He would've poked at Quill for his medical kit, maybe, but... anyways. Mr. Stark's always been there to help. So he heads for his place, huffing at the discomfort in his temple.]

Mr. Stark, can I drop by? I need ur med kit.

It's nothing bad just a lil concussion. Karen said so, it's mild.

[.......... His faith is unshaken that Mr. Stark'll let him stop by; he's just hovering around the outside of Tony's place in his Spider-Man suit, fidgeting with his phone where he sits sticking to the outside wall. It's really not a bad injury, not really, but you don't mess with head wounds. Even as a Spider-Man.

He's still wafting on if he should mention who he faced. Mr. Barnes had been looking for something and breaking the law to do it, after all. But... He doesn't wanna mess anything up, and Mr. Barnes at least seems to mostly keep to himself...]

Jesus, I am going to build you a helmet.

[ Again. Tony's fingers hesitate briefly before he continues typing. ]

Yes, get over here. Do I want to know how you managed this?

[ Weirdly, he's not all that worried. Peter gets into a lot of shit, he's impressively resilient, and Tony's done worse to himself testing out new armors. The fact that he's looking for help instead of trying to ride it out himself probably makes Peter more self aware than half the people Tony knows. ]

[He knocks on the door, probably startling poor Tony. Again. He waits until he can hear Tony closing in with his stupidly good hearing, too, and the voice behind the door is muffled but audible:]

Just got into a fistfight with someone!

Please don't build me a helmet, everyone'll laugh at me.

[Opening the door will reveal a relatively fine kid; not a scrape on him, save for the large rose-shaped bloodstain on his mask that started over his eye and has rapidly evolved into something grosser. It's really not as bad as it looks; it's just one of those bleeders you get in a MMA fight or whatever.

He still kinda feels pukey though.]

Hey man.

[ Tony does startle a little, but by the time Peter gets inside, he's composed himself enough to give the kid a deeply dry look. ]

Why are you getting into fist fights?

[Questions he never thought he'd have to ask. He gives Peter one last once-over, then shoos him over towards the sofa as he detours for the first aid kit. ]

No one will laugh at you, what do you take me for?

Because they'll know you built me a helmet for my big dumb punchable head.

[He walks in, peeling the mask off. It's gross under there, not gonna lie, but he at least stopped halfway here to try and mop off some of the blood that settled over his eye. Stupid blind spot. Stupid close-quarters fisticuffs. He looks forlornly and knows he'll need to deep clean this mask (again) or risk having to get a whole new one — which he's trying to avoid, because he doesn't wanna bug Tony.]

And it was a big dude on a B&E. Y'know how it is.

[No, Mr. Stark probably doesn't, Pete. You do B&E's, he saves cities and stuff.

His head hurts, leave him be.]

[ Tony seems to spend a lot of time sighing when Peter is around. Funny how that works. ]

You're not police, you don't need to be stopping every single crime you see.

[ He fetches an ice pack too, while he's add it, and carts the whole thing over. Tony's possibly had some experience with head injuries. ]

Also you're like twice as strong as most people. What did he do, sucker punch you?

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