Peter wanted to protest. He didn’t want to bother Bruce in his own bed, but he also didn’t want to pull Tony away from his own room. He’d be fine on his own, he tried to tell himself, he didn’t need Tony to stay. But he had to admit the nightmare had really freaked him out, and he was scared of more when he fell asleep. He needed Tony. “Can you stay here?” His voice was small and hesitant, slightly muffled from Tony’s shirt as Peter hadn’t moved yet. He knew that in the morning he’d be embarrassed and would apologize to Tony. A part of him already felt that embarrassment. But with the njghtmare fresh on his mind he needed the comfort Tony brought him, and it was easy to push away the embarrassment. He’d face it in the morning.<br/><br/>Peter looked up as Tony changed the subject, and he was grateful for it. He needed to think of something else, to push it to the back of his mind and forget about it. Or at least push it away enough to go back to sleep again. His lips curled up into a faint smile at the mention of the pajamas. “It’s not that, mr - “ he quickly cut himself off, then sighed. “I don’t know, it feels wrong to call you Tony? I know what you’re going to say, it’s just that I grew up admiring you.” He glanced away. “Even before Iron Man, I just thought you were so cool and I wanted to be like you. I didn’t know about the drinking or all the girls or anything like that, uncle Ben and aunt May always made sure I didn’t see that growing up. Then Iron Man happened, and you only became cooler. And then Iron Man saved me and actually said I did good, and I was just so happy. I didn’t even realise I could have died, because nothing could happen when Iron Man was there. It’s just - I’ve spent so long admiring mr Stark, I never thought I’d actually know you. It just feels weird to call you anything else.” He looked back up again at Tony. “I guess I just need some more time? To get used to it? But I’ll try.”