Cats in the Cradle

What brought Tony Stark up to the roof was the well-developed model of Peter Parker's little quirks he carried with him in his head--his Fatherly Sense, simply put. Whenever the teen wanted to put distance between himself and the rest of the world, it was at the highest ground he could reach.

Tony's sole propulsors 'wooshed' softly as he lowered to stand, his armor fleeing to leave him in a simple coat. All the snow from earlier in the month had long since gone, leaving the mild California nights. In the center of the roof laid Peter, catching filtered moonlight.

"Hey." Peter was awake. Tony only had to take one look at him to know.