It's amazing how many of Peter's dreams have gone just like this. Something mundane and stupid and ordinary where he's doing chores or fixing his Suit or just sitting at his desk playing with his dumpster dive finds and Tony Stark is just there like he never left. Teasing him all the while he helps with whatever Peter's doing. They're very good dreams even if he wakes up crying a lot.

So at first Peter doesn't even register when he thinks he hears a voice he knows all too well. Wishful thinking, Pete. Nothing more. Of course this is the kind of thing Mister Stark would--

The screwdriver slaps into his palm.

"...Uh." His voice has gone and dried up on him. He's definitely staring. "Y..y-yeah. That....that one..."