It's a rainy friday at Stark Tower, Peter and his dad are in the lab enjoying the sounds of the rain and wind hitting the side of the lab windows. Off in the distance thunder can be heard, reminding them of their off world friend. Thankfully, the loud rumbling is far enough away that Peter does not need his special headphones. Currently, Tony is working on Peter's latest suggestion to help the people of New York, a new version of an Arc Reactor that will work similar to the one in Tony's chest but on a larger and less dangerous scale. The idea is to help ensure power will always remain on indepentently from the power grid, and will produce its own energy to ensure an endless supply, thus allowing hospitals to remain fully operational in the case of another attack on the city. Peter only had to use his secret weapon, his puppy eyes, to convince Tony to start working on the project while he finished his homework.
"Pete, my boy, my light of my life, my little spiderling, my third favorite son, my......." Tony's voice comes from under the pile of metal he claims is not taking over his work station. A hand can be seen waving and pointing towards his toolbox. "Can you hand me the 11/32 socket, please?"
"OKAY! I get it! I'm coming down old man. Geez dad, I can't even see your head behind all this mess." Peter starts to climb down from his spot on the ceiling, you see after Peter fell asleep one time in a hammock made from his disolvable webs, Tony had a rope loft made that was large enough for about 5 people and filled with Ironman and Spider-man pillows and blankets. While Peter told him he could just use his webs he was out voted after Steve and Tony got notified my JARVIS that Peter had fallen almost 30 ft flat on his face both waking him and breaking his nose. The space became known as his Weaver Loft, it was common place to find the kid as he was almost always with his dad. There are times he watches, or does his work while he talks to his dad, most times he comes down after a nightmare because he knows Tony probably hasnt slept and will end up convincing the man to use the ladder on the wall to join him for a nightmare free rest.
"Here, try this instead," he hands Tony a 5/16th, "and how am I the second favorite kid? I'm pretty sure I am your only kid."
Turing to head back to his homework, he grabs a protein bar and pats DUMM-E on the claw as he passes. "Pete, wrong size.... oh nevermind, I hate that your genius matches mine sometimes." Tony rolls his chair out and makes his way towards his kid, grabbing a rag to clean the oil off. "how is the homework coming along?"
"I finished that hours ago, I'm just working on my web formula, I'm trying to make it less conductive and less stretchy." Peter walks up the wall to grab his notebook and drops drown next to Tony, who is getting his 5th cup of coffee.
"Alright let me see, Cucciolo this looks good," Tony notices the small doodles littering the page, "having a hard time focusing again, the doodles almost take up all the free space kiddo, we talked about this after the school emailed remember. Slow down, and if you must doodle, use your sketch book your Pops got you."
"I know, I normally do, but I was too lazy to come down and get it from my backpack. Stop avoiding the question, third son?"
Peter tosses his notebook on a nearby station to face his dad.
"Well hate to break it to you kid but DUMM-E will always be my favorite, but he was around longer," he ruffles the kid's hair as he passes to head back to his project.
Slowly Peter turns to face the bot in question and picks up a nearby screwdriver, as he slowly approaches DUMM-E. "OH IT'S ON!!! GET OVER HERE!" Peter jumps onto DUMM-E as he starts trying to escape the spiderkid that has attached himself to the bot.
"01000100 01100001 01100100 00100000 01101000 01100101 01101100 01110000 00100000 01101000 01100101 00100111 01110011 00100000 01100111 01101111 01101110 01101110 01100001 00100000 01110011 01100011 01110010 01100001 01110000 00100000 01101101 01100101 00100000 01100110 01101111 01110010 00100000 01110000 01100001 01110010 01110100 01110011 00101100 00100000 01001001 00100000 01100100 01101111 01101110 00100111 01110100 00100000 01110111 01100001 01101110 01110100 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 01100010 01100101 00100000 01100100 01100101 01100011 01101111 01101101 01101101 01101001 01110011 01110011 01101001 01101111 01101110 01100101 01100100 00100001 00100001 00001010!!!!!!!!" The bot starts rapidly beeping to get their fathers attention, he is trying his best to shake off his sibling and lettign out a scream that reminds them of R2D2. (Dad help he's gonna scrap me for part, I don't want to be decomissioned)
"PETER! No, leave your brother alone, hey stop trrying to take him apart!," Tony franticly runs after the two trouble makers, " NO! NO! DUMM-E drop the bug spray, where did you even find that?! STEVE HELP ME!! J. please get Steve, ahh!!" Tony ends up the floor after stepping in a puddle of oil. "SHIT! kids stop!"
Thats how Steve Rogers-Stark walked into the lab to find his husband chasing his kids around while JARVIS is trying to warn his creator of the danger both kids are in. Hair wild, eyes panicked, and rapidly hitting Pete with a broom, Tony is finally able to tackle his spiderson off of his brother. "Damn it, are you kids trying to kill each other?!"
"Wait if I'm third, who is second?" Peter slowly sits up from the floor, tilting his head like a puppy.
"Why, that would be me, little brother." JARVIS answers before Tony can stop him, if the AI could smirk J. would be wearing a smirk to rival Loki's.
"No! Peter get away from the hardrives! JARVIS WHY!?!? Steve, don't just stand there super strenght air jail is needed!!"
Lets just say the remainder of the night was spent trying to get his kids to get along while the team enjoyed the chaos videos JARVIS sent them to watch in the living room.