blackberrywidow:

Tony: How do you want your coffee Pete?

Peter: Black. Like my soul.

Tony, rolling his eyes: Yeah, okay.

*The next day*

Peter, calling Tony: Uh, Mr. Stark. What—what happened to my suit?

Tony: Sorry kid, but I don’t know what you’re talking about. Can you be more specific?

Peter: Well, I went to put on my suit, and well… it’s black now.

Tony: Oh, that. Yeah, I made you a new one to go with your goth phase, Mr. Black Soul.