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Peter Parker never wanted to be the detective of the moment, but it was impossible to ignore.
It was a normal Saturday morning at the renovated Compound. Peter had arrived early to train with Mr. Stark and found Tony in the kitchen, wearing a ridiculous apron, “Kiss the Cook’s Ass,” a gift from Rhodey, making pancakes. The smell was divine.
And then the orange portal opened.
Stephen Strange left, his cape billowing dramatically. He didn't even look at Peter; he went straight to Tony.
"You said you'd arrive with coffee at seven. It's seven thirteen."
Tony didn't even turn around from the frying pan. "Relax, Gandalf. Sit down and stop complaining before breakfast."
Stephen snorted, but he sat down on the stool next to Tony. He crossed his legs, rested his chin on his hand, and watched Tony flip pancakes as if it were the most interesting thing in the universe.
Peter froze with the spoonful of cereal in his mouth.
Tony shoved a plate toward Stephen without even asking. “There are blueberries in there. Don’t complain that it’s too sweet, because I know you’ll eat it anyway.”
Stephen picked up his fork, took a bite, and mumbled something that sounded dangerously like "thank you."
Peter choked on his cereal.
Tony laughed. "What? Are you surprised that Doctor Mystery knows how to say 'thank you'?"
"No, no, it's just that... you two... like... having breakfast together... every Saturday?"
Tony shrugged. “He complains less when he eats for free. And I complain less when he doesn’t open a portal in my face at six in the morning.”
Stephen raised an eyebrow. "You love it when I open portals in your face."
Peter decided it was official. They were like… secretly married or something. Nobody else made breakfast like that. Nobody.