The drugs would benefit Tony better than they would benefit Peter anyway. They were nothing more than a little tickle at the edges of his healing, and honestly? It was slowing down his healing more than anything else since his metabolism had to keep burning through the drugs.

Peter leaned against the wall next to Tony's bed, taking the time to stretch out his back and any tense joints. "Please tell me you don't own a pair of snakeskin boots."

Peter met Tony's gaze evenly. "No, they haven't. I don't think the medics knew what to ask and none of your team have come around yet."