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"You know, as close to the holidays as we are, you people sure aren’t feeling very generous,” Peter grumbled as he webbed himself towards the Avengers Tower. It was late,
he’d been super busy all evening and at some point, the heater in his suit had decided to malfunction. He was absolutely freezing.
A few minutes later, he was literally siding across the penthouse’s icy balcony and crashing into the door. “Ow,” he groaned, falling forward when the door he was still leaning against was suddenly opened.
“Pete?” Tony questioned, extending his hand to haul Peter to his feet. “What are you doing here?”
“The heater in the suit’s not working, Mr. Stark,” Peter replied, his teeth chattering as he spoke. “I’m cold, and this was closer than my apartment.”
“Well, let’s get you warmed up,” Tony smilingly replied while simultaneously ushering Peter down the hall. “Go get changed. I'll make you some hot chocolate.”
Peter went into his room without prompting and pulled some warm socks and pajamas out of the dresser. He was already there and had no intentions of going back out into the frigid weather. With that thought, he texted May to let her know where he was and that he was safe.
“Well, don’t you look cozy,” Tony chuckled as Peter shuffled into the living room.
“Actually, I'm still freezing,” Peter replied, already tugging the blanket off the back of the couch and wrapping it around his shoulders.
Tony smiled reassuringly and carried a pair of mugs into the room. He promptly handed one to Peter before bringing the second one up to his own lips to gently blow at the steam. “This should definitely help with that,” he invariably stated, then took a tentative sip.
The cup was warm in Peter’s hands and the steam on his face felt wonderful. He breathed in the sweet scent before taking a small sip of his own. “It’s good, Mr. Stark. Thank you,” he said.
With a hum of acknowledgment, Tony leaned back on the couch. Peter, in turn, pressed up against him, still shivering. They remained that way for a little while, Peter attempting to sap up all the heat from the body beside him. When the chill in his bones didn’t lessen, he sighed. “I don’t think I’m ever going to be warm again,” he grumbled. “You should just change my official name to Spider-sicle.”
Tony huffed a delighted laugh and unwound himself from Peter’s hold. “I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” he said. “I’ve got a better idea.”
Dubiously, Peter keenly watched Tony leave the room. He could hear his shuffling around in the master bedroom, the hallway and the rarely used laundry room. He wondered what he was searching for. Whatever it was, he sincerely hoped it was something pleasantly warm.
A good ten minutes passed before Tony reappeared. “Here you go,” Tony said as he unceremoniously pulled a thick hoodie over his head. “Nice and toasty, straight from the drier.”
Peter closed his eyes, pulled his hands into the ample sleeves, and sighed. Subsequently, a big fluffy blanket was draped over his shoulders. “This is amazing, Mr. Stark,” Peter breathed.
“Yeah?” Tony asked as he plopped back down onto the couch. “Think that'll be enough to thaw you out?”
Peter laughed happily and held up the edge of the blanket in invitation. And when Tony scooted under it, he immediately leaned onto his side. “Yeah, Mr. Stark,” he contentedly replied. “This is absolutely perfect.”