Title: Life's Little Interruptions
Fandom: MCU
Rating: R/Mature
Length: ~1000 words
Content notes: none apply
Author notes: ambiguous timeline placement; Endgame didn't happen like canon, that sort of thing
Summary: Interruptions challenge, plus a few bingo square fills.

Tony is interrupting Peter, who isn't particularly thrilled about it, but it all works out

Peter rubbed at his tired eyes. He'd been working on this project for weeks now. And he'd been focused fully on it for the last three days straight. He still had so much to work out. His head was entirely full of math equations and theories. If he could finish, he could relax and have a nice chill day.

If Tony would stop interrupting him, he would get done faster. He made a series of notes and calculation adjustments on the tablet in his lap. "Oh my god - what?" he grumbled and glanced up from his work to the submissive knelt in front of him. "No, Tony, not right now." He pointed to the cushion where Tony was to sit waiting for him.

The next time Tony bothered him, he directed him to the cushion again. Beyond being busy, Peter wasn't in the mood to play right now. His head was nowhere near the right mindset for it even if he did want to.

When Tony interrupted him for at least the fifth time, he lowered the tablet with a sigh and simply said, "Red, Tony."

Immediately, Tony got to his feet, then sat next to Peter on the couch. "Okay, what's up?" he asked, calm and a little concerned.

Peter rubbed his eyes again. "I have a lot to do. I'm not ignoring you. But I'm also - I'm not feeling this tonight," he said gently, but tired.

Tony pondered that a moment. "I'm going to tell you something that people told me all the time and I never listened to them. But I should have: take a break. You've been working on this," Tony tapped the corner of the tablet, "since you got home. You didn't even have dinner."

Peter blinked at him. Then he sighed. "I think I've got it worked out. Then I'll be done."

Tony shook his head with a knowing smile. "Wanna know how many times I said that then didn't come up for air for the next three days?"

"Tony..."

He held up a hand to halt Peter's rebuttal. "I know you don't feel up to a scene, but, what about aftercare?"

Peter frowned. "What - I - "

"For you," Tony explained. "Put the work down and come with me." He got up from the couch and put out his hand.

Reluctantly, Peter set his work aside, then took Tony's hand. Tony led him to what was unofficially the pillow fort room. It was one of Peter's favorite places in their section of the compound. He brought Tony there frequently. Apparently it was his turn.

Tony tugged him toward the giant plush couch full of big fluffy, squishy pillows. "Come on," Tony said, pulling Peter down onto the couch with him. "Sit. Relax. Do nothing," Tony instructed.

The frustrating part of this was that he knew Tony was right. If he took time to relax, he'd be able to finish his project a lot faster. He'd actually given Tony the same advice many, many times.

Tony curled his arms around Peter and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. "You've never full-stop safe-worded before," he said softly.

Peter pressed his head against Tony's shoulder. "No. Sorry."

"No apologies. You're allowed to hit the stop button." Tony frowned and lifted his head. "Is it backwards day? Because I'm sure you've told me all of this before. Like back when we got started."

Peter laughed, tracing his fingers over the back of Tony's hand. "Yeah. Guess I did."

"I'm glad you did. And I'm sorry I was annoying you."

"You're not sorry, because you never are," Peter countered, but he was still grinning. "And you weren't annoying me." He sighed a little. "Okay, you were, but you weren't doing anything wrong. You were getting my attention the way you're supposed to and I wasn't very good at asking you to stop."

Tony tightened his arms around Peter. "You did pretty good from my perspective. And when it was too much, you tapped out. We're good. Now, stop beating yourself up and tell me what you want to watch."

Peter shifted and curled himself against Tony. "I don't. Can we turn on some music?"

Tony asked FRIDAY to start up something Peter liked, then set her in 'private' mode. Tony nudged Peter to stretch out with him, curled up together under a big fuzzy blanket.

"This is nice. A little weird, but nice," Peter commented. Then he pressed his mouth gently to Tony's.

"Yeah," Tony said. "I thought the same thing the first time you brought me in here. It got less weird after a while."

"I'm glad." He tucked his head beneath Tony's chin.

It really was warm and comfortable there. The blanket was amazing. And just hearing the sound of Tony's heartbeat was soothing. Alongside that was the super faint hum of the arc reactor Tony still constantly wore even though it was not just for powering his armor.

Apparently he fell asleep curled up with Tony, because the next time he opened his eyes he was groggy, but felt better. He made a soft groaning sound, and curled closer to Tony.

"Have a nice nap?" Tony asked.

"Mmmhmm," he rumbled, keeping his head tucked against Tony's chest.

"Hungry?"

That one Peter had to think about a little more. Though, considering his terrible food habits of the last couple days, he shouldn't have needed to. "Mmmm - yes. But I don't want to move."

"What was it you told me the last time I said that?"

"Fuck off, Tony," he grumbled.

"Pretty sure that wasn't it," Tony countered.

Peter groaned again. "Ten minutes. Then we can go. Right now, this..." and he guided Tony's mouth to his. He needed this first. Then he could go eat and enjoy the rest of his night.