//Tony Stark\\

It was night. The clock read 0:24. Tony was sitting in his workshop, digging through archives. Meanwhile, Peter was lying in his guest room, trying to fall asleep. Peter couldn't stop thinking about recent events—the Vulture, Mr. Stark's scoldings. So, Peter decided to take a stroll through the corridors of the residential complex. Spotting the mini-bar, Peter decided to get some water. He poured water into a glass and froze, staring at a bottle of whiskey. Peter thought that if he tried just a little bit, nothing bad would happen. Even though Stark had forbidden him from drinking or even tasting alcohol, Peter didn't listen. He set aside the glass of water and poured whiskey into a glass; after taking a small sip, Peter shuddered. He liked the alcohol so much that it was as if he had gone crazy. He started pouring whiskey, wine, martini—everything within reach. At this rate, without realizing what was happening, Peter drank all three bottles of the damn liquor. Peter became wasted. He started leaning in different directions, staggering. He reeked of alcohol. And suddenly, not quite grasping the situation, Peter accidentally stumbled into Tony's workshop. He had an empty bottle of whiskey in his hands. Without turning away from the screens, Tony asked:

-Peter, is that you?

{{user}} Here's a treat for you)))

Peter got drunk and became inadequate :(