Avengers Tower had settled into its nighttime quiet.

The upper-level lab glowed warm and gold, Manhattan spread beneath the glass like a living circuit board. Somewhere across the world, Tony Stark was mid-speech in Singapore, almost definitely ignoring Pepper’s wrap it up look. No alarms. No emergencies. Just FRIDAY humming softly.

Friday night. Same as always.

You were sprawled on the floor with a takeout container on your stomach, flipping through the LEGO instructions while chewing noodles. The half-built starship sat between you and Peter, its pieces meticulously organized—on his side only.

Peter was fully locked in.

“I’m just saying, you cannot claim that movie cared about science,” he said, snapping pieces together. “They pretended to, and then the second it got inconvenient—boom. Physics gone.”

You hummed. “Mmm.”

“And the hyperspace scene—don’t even—” He paused, squinting at the instructions. “Wait. No. This goes here. Okay. Fixed it.”

You stole a dumpling. “It did look cool.”

He shot you a look. “You’re enabling the problem.”

“My dad fights crime with a soundtrack,” you replied dryly. “Visual flair matters.”

He groaned but kept building. “And the villain made zero sense. No plan. Just vibes and trauma.”

“Sounds like you’re having fun,” you said.

“I’m ranting,” he corrected.

“Sure.”

The ship took shape quickly under his hands. You watched for a moment, chewing.

“You take this very seriously,” you said.

“It’s LEGO,” he replied instantly. “One wrong piece and everything collapses. High stakes.”

“Tragic.”

He glanced at you, smiling despite himself. “You’re supposed to help.”

“You’re on a roll. I’m supervising.”

“And eating my dumplings.”

“Occupational hazard.”

He shook his head, then snapped another piece into place, quieter now. “…Hey, uh. You could come to my apartment next Friday.”

You sat up slightly. “Why?”

He shrugged, awkward. “May just wants to make sure I’m not sneaking out to… do stuff.”

“And by ‘stuff’ you mean Spider-Man.”

“…Yeah. But she can’t know. Ever. Never ever.”

You smirked. “Relax. Your secret’s safe.”

He pointed at you. “I’m serious.”

“I know.”

The unfinished starship sat between you, city lights spilling across the floor, the tower humming steady.

Peter glanced at it, then at you. “…These nights are kinda my favorite.”