A Difference in Husbandry
It was the best thing Peter Parker could hope for now. That at the end of the day, he was completely alone. The room was dark because the only light he had was dim or flickering streetlights. The prevailing smells were dust, burnt drywall, and electrical parts. He could only hear the creeks of the house, perhaps some insects outside, and his own breathing.
He was completely alone, and it was relieving.
This was the best thing Tony Stark could hope for now. At the beginning, middle, and end of the day he was completely alone. The lights in his lab were blinding while in the penthouse they were dim. While he could smell machine parts or the new house smell, the scent of alcohol always lingered. Nowadays he hated the reactor in his chest that was still humming.
He was completely alone, and it was relieving.