Clingy - P.P · Y/n story by @drew1298

The common room of Avengers Tower was quieter than usual, the kind of quiet that settled like dust after an argument no one wanted to finish. Tony Stark stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, arms crossed, staring at the city below as if he could will a certain red-and-blue figure to appear between the buildings.

Tony Stark

FRIDAY, run the facial recognition again.

FRIDAY

I have, boss. Seventeen times. There is no sign of Peter Parker in any public space within the tristate area.

Steve sat on the edge of the couch, elbows on his knees, the shield propped against the armrest. Natasha stood near the bar, Clint was sprawled in an armchair with a half-eaten sandwich, and Bruce fidgeted with a tablet. Thor loomed by the window, uncharacteristically still.

Steve Rogers

We can't just wait. It's been three days.

Clint Barton

We've got nothing. No suit, no phone, no trail. Kid just vanished.

Natasha Romanov

He didn't vanish. He left the suit. That means he didn't want to be found.

Tony Stark

Or someone took him and left the suit to throw us off.

Bruce Banner

Tony, we've been over this. There's no sign of a struggle. No break in. He packed a bag.

Tony Stark

Then why hasn't he called?

No one answered. The quiet stretched. Then, a faint chime cut through the room, and FRIDAY's voice returned, this time with an edge of something almost like relief.

FRIDAY

Boss, Peter Parker has just entered the building. He is in the elevator. He is not alone.

Every head in the room snapped toward the elevator doors. Tony's arms uncrossed. The floor indicator above the elevator began to climb.

Tony Stark

Who's with him?

FRIDAY

Unknown. The individual does not match any file in the tower's database.

The elevator chimed. The doors slid open. Peter stepped out—alive, unharmed, and very much not alone. His hand was tangled with yours.

Peter Parker

Hey, so, before anyone freaks out—