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Tony’s Saturday morning routine is always the same. He wakes up, showers and gets dressed, and then heads to the kitchen to grab two bowls, two spoons, and whatever boxes of cereal Peter has requested for the week. Usually, Peter beats him to the kitchen, but today he’s nowhere to be seen and Tony takes the opportunity to drink an extra cup of coffee and mindlessly scroll through the news on his phone.
An hour later, he’s about to pour himself a bowl of cereal when he hears someone shuffling into the kitchen behind him.
“Good morning!” He says, turning to see Peter.
“Morning,” Peter replies, yawning immediately afterward. He looks tired, with dark circles under his eyes and his hair sticking up in all directions. He’s wearing a hoodie that’s too big for him, one that Tony recognizes as his own, and it makes him look small as he climbs onto a bar stool at the counter next to Tony.
“How did you sleep?” Tony asks, though he has a feeling he already knows the answer. He slides the cereal box and the carton of milk across to Peter.
“Mmhm,” Peter says absently, pouring cereal into his bowl. He slides it back, then reaches for the milk, unscrewing the lid and carefully tipping it into his bowl. Once his bowl is nice and full, he puts the cap back on the milk and clears his throat. “Do you need to use the sleep?”
Tony snorts out a laugh, then looks over at Peter, who’s holding the milk carton out to him, eyes still on his cereal. Tony waits and watches him for a full thirty seconds before Peter looks over.
“Oh.” Peter scrunches up his face. “I mean, the, uh…” He blinks a few times, looking back and forth between Tony and the milk. Tony’s just about to take pity on him when he pushes the milk aside and scrubs a hand over his face. “Maybe I need to use the sleep.”
“Yeah. Sounds like it, bud. Didn’t sleep well last night?”
Peter shakes his head and drops his head into his hands. “Not really.”
“Well, it’s the weekend. How about you finish your breakfast and then go back to bed?” When he doesn’t get a response, Tony turns on his stool to fully face Peter. He reaches out and puts a hand on the teen’s back, rubbing back and forth a little. “Or,” he says. “We could hang out on the couch for a bit? Watch a movie and rest?”
Peter nods quickly at that, not meeting Tony’s eyes. He starts to spoon cereal into his mouth, and Tony keeps a hand on Peter’s back, sipping from his coffee mug and watching Peter eat. When he starts in on his second bowl, Tony finally pours himself some cereal, biting back the urge to jokingly ask Peter to ‘pass the sleep’, knowing that if Peter is this quiet, something is up beyond him just being tired. After Tony finishes his bowl, and Peter finishes his third, he stands and sets his dishes in the sink before going into the living room to set up the couch. By the time Peter is done with five bowls of cereal– his usual amount, Tony is happy to note– the couch is more of a blanket nest than it is furniture, and Peter takes one look at it and smiles for the first time that morning.
“You pick the movie,” Tony tells him, waiting for Peter to get settled among the blankets before tossing him the remote. Peter sprawls out and bites his lip while he scrolls through the viewing options, his eyelids heavy.
Tony notices Peter bunching up a blanket under his head and hops up to go grab him a pillow. When he returns, Peter is completely passed out, face buried into the blanket under his head and one leg dangling off the couch in an uncomfortable-looking position. Tony shakes his head, smiling fondly, and joins Peter on the couch to sit with him until he wakes up.