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The first thing Tony noticed was a comfortable warmth between him and the back of the couch. He must've ended up there after his late-night lab binge.
He started to stretch his arms out, but paused when he noticed the weight on his left one. He cracked one eye open to face a mess of tangled brown hair. The kid must've fallen asleep, too, and he was breathing softly, curled up against his mentor's side. Well, this was embarrassing.
Tony tried to extract his arm, only to have Peter flop across his chest. He wouldn't be escaping any time soon.