ahollowman | (no subject)

Well. That's ... weird.

Tony checked his refrigerator that morning, getting together ingredients for a smoothie. His frozen bananas were in evidence, his Cape Cod chicken salad was not. But that could be explained by the fact that Panoptes was on the way between the library and the park, so Peter passed it nearly daily in the summer. And the kid was a bottomless pit.

But the shoes. That was weirder.

About a fourth of his shoes were missing. It was only the left shoes. Somebody was leaving him a message. A very stupid one. A stupid one that was making Tony far too goddamned paranoid, given the vampire situation and the fact that Panootes and his penthouse sat directly on top of the armory. Tony knit his brows in consternation, pulled on a pair of Converse and moved back to the kitchen to finish making breakfast.

He jerked back, startled, when he rounded the corner.

"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!"

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Leaning against the counter, Pietro is mostly concerned with the delicate task of picking all the chicken out of his stolen salad. The walnuts are also deemed acceptable and picked out. But the celery? Celery?! Who bothered with that hard, crunchy water? It was, at best, texture. At worst?

Although his smirk is immediate at having garnered such a reaction from Stark, Pietro feels like being a pain enough to take a moment longer to poke around in the salad before he gives any reply.

“Why do you bother with such things?” he asks, spearing a piece of celery and holding it up. “Of all the food?”