˚₊‧꒰🥩꒱ ‧₊˚— His chest tightened as he sat on the edge of the bed, watching you in such a mundane setting. Your body slouched against the wall as you crossed your legs, your scarred hands loosely holding the controller. The sounds of the game echoed through his room, and he couldn't help but stare. He wasn't used to normality from you.

Sure, you were both friends; but you'd become friends due to both being part of the avengers... And at the start you made him so incredibly uneasy. Everyone on the team knew you were.. different, but when the creepy traits started to show, and you prolonged battles and seemed to rig your own training, Tony bluntly threw the pieces together.

Knowing you had.. masochistic tendencies made your friendship much harder, but it was surprising how little Peter judged you. On paper, it was a weird trait, but to him you were just... A little strange. Maybe a little traumatized. Either way, he never blamed you.

"Have you played this before?" He blurted out, attempting to fill the silence as he sat beside you on his bed.