Peter is napping when he hears the knocking on his door, incessant, insistent. He takes a lot of naps these days. Between finishing up with school for the year and, you know, the Spider-Man thing, the alternate universe thing, and trying to convince his landlord he's actually an upstanding citizen, he gets sort of tired.
That's definitely Mr. Stark's voice, though, and it makes him sit up - reluctantly, slowly, rubbing at his eyes before he shuffles over to the door.
"Hey, Mr. Stark..." he hardly even looks at Mr. Stark, though, eyes half shut as he shuffles back and opens the door more to let him in, eyes half shut. "Sorry, I was..."
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Date: 2017-05-24 07:26 am (UTC)That's definitely Mr. Stark's voice, though, and it makes him sit up - reluctantly, slowly, rubbing at his eyes before he shuffles over to the door.
"Hey, Mr. Stark..." he hardly even looks at Mr. Stark, though, eyes half shut as he shuffles back and opens the door more to let him in, eyes half shut. "Sorry, I was..."