Peter woke up drenched in sweat, panting. 'Not again,' he thought. This was the third night that he woke up with the same nightmare. He thought they had finally been over, considering they had stopped for a month but had come back when he saw a building collapse on the news. He hadn't told Tony yet, and he didn't plan too. The man didn't need any more guilt on his shoulders.

"Friday? What time is it?" Peter asked while walking towards his door.

'It is currently 1 am in the morning'.

"Thanks, Fri," Peter said as he walked out of his room towards the kitchen.

Peter grabbed a tub of Chocolate Cookie Dough and sat on the couch. He had eaten about half of the tub when Natasha walked in with a slight grin on her face, "Is that good?" she asked. She walked towards Peter, sat next to him and grabbed the tub, eating his ice cream. She ignored the pouty face he gave her. "So... what are you doing up so early ребенок паук?" Again, she thought.

"I..was hungry.. yep. I was hungry." Peter said while quickly looking down.

"You don't have to lie to me, Peter."

"I'm not lying. What makes you think I'm lying?" he said.

"Peter..."

"Goodnight Aunt Nat! I'm tired now, so bye!". And he was gone. And Natasha set off to find Stark.

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"Stark?" Natasha said as she walked into the lab. The man looked up with an annoyed look, "Nat. You totally interrupted my tinkering."

"Did you know that for the past three nights, Peter has been in the lounge eating ice cream around 1 am?"

Tony looked up concern in his eyes. "what? No. Is he really?"

Natasha nodded. That was enough to get that old man moving. Stark walked out of the lab and set off towards Peter.

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Tony walked into Peter's room to see that he was reading Percy Jackson. "Kid. Why are you up right now?"

"I wasn't tired," Peter said as he shrugged.

"The truth, Peter."

"I'm having nightmares," he said.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Tony asked.

"I...I don't know."

They talked for a while after that. Turns out Peter had a building dropped on him during Vulture's time. Tony almost had a panic attack thinking it was his fault. Peter said it wasn't. Peter learned that Tony had nightmares too. They both learned that it helped to talk. That night, both father and son got a well-needed sleep, and many more to come.