Peter looks down at his phone as the screen blips back to his Call Log. He frowns and tosses it on his bed.

"Think of something good?" he murmurs. He's not even sure what he'd have Tony do if he actually made it. Maybe... give him a tour of his lab?

Peter feels a jolt of excitement at the idea, enough that he really does hope Tony's late. It'd be hard for him to ask for something like this normally; he didn't want to impose. But if he got to set the terms, that was totally different.

Peter pushes open the window and pokes his head out, looking up, as if he can expect to see Iron Man descend at any moment.