Chapter 2
—>GroupChat: 2 losers and 1 MJ
Guy in da Chair: dude you ready for today
Parkours: no. definitely not. no way in hell am i gonna get through this
Em Jay: press f to pay respects
Guy in da Chair: f
Parkours: f
Em Jay: f
Peter contemplates what he did in his short life to earn this treatment on the rusty grey seats on the school bus.
“Stop thinking too hard loser, you’re distracting me from sketching your face,” MJ said, pencil gliding over her notebook.
“Glad I’m of use to you,” Peter muttered under his breath.
“Come on dude cheer up! It’s Stark Tower! How can anything get better than that?” Ned said excitedly.
“I live there.” Peter deadpanned.
“But still! Labs! Inventions! Tony fucking Stark!” Ned continued.
“Things I see every day Ned,” Peter replied.
“Alright alright, but aren’t you at least happy to see Flash finally get it? He’ll finally know you’re not lying! The rest of the team will believe you too!” Ned exclaimed.
“That’s not enough to smooth over the pain of everything else, Ned.” Petter groaned, smashing his face into the seat in front of him. Unluckily for him, that’s where Flash is sitting.
“Hey watch it Penis! Ha, I bet you’re embarrassed that you’re gonna get revealed as a pathetic liar!” Flash shouted, spinning around in his seat.
Everyone on the bus (including Mr. Harrington) collectively groaned at Flash’s antics.
“Haven’t you learned your lesson from last time, Eugene? Or do I need to remind you again?” MJ said looking up from her notebook.
Flash faltered at that, sitting back down.
Just then, the bus stopped in front of the magnificent building that is Stark Tower.
“Great. Just great.” Peter muttered to himself as the team got off the bus.
Everyone gaped in surprise upon entering the tower (aside from Peter; even MJ looked slightly surprised). The large lobby was brightly lit with pristine marble floors, glass panels, sleek desks, modern sofas, everything in this space screams technology and wealth. There’s even an Iron Man suit hanging in the middle overlooking everyone come and go.
Mr. Harrington walked up to the front desk where Rose, a very nice lady that Peter always greets when he comes to the tower, sits. “Hi, we’re the Midtown decathlon team, here for the tour?”
“Of course, if you could wait for a moment here, a guide will be with you shortly,” Rose replied with a smile, then noticed Peter with the group. “Mini Boss! You know you don’t have to wait here right? Just go ahead through!”
The team gasped at what the receptionist said to Peter. Maybe Peter was telling the truth after all. But what does Mini Boss mean?
“What the fuck? Penis how much did you pay her to say that?” Flash shouted snobbishly. Rose looked affronted at the boy, ready to speak when she was interrupted.
“Are you guys from Midtown?” A girl walked up to the group. Peter narrowed his eyes upon seeing her.
“Yes, we are.” Mr. Harrington replied.
“Wonderful! Hi, my name is Emily, I’m an intern here at Stark Industries. Normally we have tour guides for the tours, but since we usually only offer tours to potential business partners, they are more geared towards the business side of things. Now I know you are from a STEM school, and the decathlon team that won the nationals no less, so it’s probably better suited for you guys to visit the R&D parts of the building don’t you think?” Emily said cheerfully.
Everyone nodded in agreement. Peter glared at Emily, knowing that she was probably planning something with the other interns, and knew without a doubt that Tony told her about him being on this trip.
“Alright, now please come up when I call your name to collect your security pass. Our head of security gets a little…unhappy, if it’s not on your person at all times.” At that, she shared a smile with Peter, who gave a slight chuckle under his breath. “If it is not visible at any given point, you will be escorted to the lobby to wait until the end of the tour, so please have it on the outermost layer of your clothing. We also have a strict no-reprint policy, so please don’t lose your badge or you’ll be made to wait in the lobby as well.” Emily explained.
After handing a pass to everyone except Ned and Peter, Emily moved to continue but Flash beat her to it. “Why didn’t you give Parker and Ned a pass? Are they in trouble or something?” Flash said smugly.
“Oh no, Ned already has a pass, since he visits often. Mini Boss, on the hand, doesn’t have a pass since Dr. Stark is afraid that he’ll lose it. FRIDAY recognizes him and his biometrics gets him into wherever he needs to go.”
Ned pulled out his pass excitedly. (Peter complained to Tony when he didn’t get a pass but Ned did, but Tony just said “I know how often you lose things despite your sticky fingers, and I don’t want a pass with your level of clearance to get lost. Plus, wouldn’t it be weird to need a pass in your own home?” without even looking up from what he was tinkering with. Peter may have wet his eyes at that statement, but no one mentioned anything.) Peter just stood there with his hands shoved into his jeans pockets, cheeks inflamed.
Everyone looked at each other but didn’t say anything. What does Mini Boss mean? Really? Flash just looked annoyed.
“Now, follow me. Please swipe your pass before going through the gate.” Emily said, leading them to the security point.
As the students filed through the gate, an autonomous voice announce each of them, starting with “Thompson, Eugene, Clearance 1. No unauthorized items. Welcome.” since Flash obviously pushed past everyone to be first. He jumped at the voice, and everyone else let out a chuckle as he glared at them.
After him, “Foster, Emily, Clearance 5. 1 authorized item. Welcome.”, Cindy asked a question while waiting for her turn. “Miss? What do the different clearance levels mean? And why aren’t our passes different if there are different levels?”
“Great question! the passes are all the same because we don’t want people to be discriminated against because of their status, and also for security reasons since we don’t want outsiders to know the clearance level of the employees. As for the levels themselves, there are a total of 10 here at SI. Level 1 is for tour groups like you, as well as one-time visitors and the press. Level 2 is for the support staff, like the cleaning and cooking staff—”
“Ha! I bet that’s what you are Penis! You can’t be anything but a stupid janitor!” Flash said, shooting a stink eye at Peter.
Emily glared at Flash, making him cower a little, before saying, “We here at SI do not tolerate bullying of any form. This is your first and only warning. If I or any of my co-workers see this kind of behavior again, you will be escorted out of the premise.” Flash paled and stayed silent.
“Now, as I was saying. Level 3 is for frequent visitors. Level 4 is for security, basic interns, and office workers. Level 5 are the advanced interns and basic scientists. Level 6 is the advanced scientists and lower management. Level 7 are the lab directors and higher management. Level 8 are the government officials and board members. Level 9 includes our CEO Pepper Potts, our Head of Security Happy Hogan, and Dr. Bruce Banner. Level 10 is all-access for Tony Stark and Mini Boss.”
Everyone (they’ve all passed the gate leaving only Ned and Peter on the other side) turned to look at Peter. None of them could believe what they heard. Sure Peter was nice, but he was just a nerd still in high school! Why would he have all-access? And why is he MINI BOSS?
“Leeds, Ned, Clearance 3. No unauthorized items. Welcome.” The class oohed, but didn’t say anything. Maybe he had family who worked here?
“Mini Boss, Clearance 10 All-Access. 2 Authorized items. Welcome back, Mini Boss, should I alert Boss of your arrival?” The voice changed from the autonomous voice of the gate to the voice with a slight Irish accent that belonged to none other than FRIDAY.
“No, FRI, he probably already knows, doesn’t he,” Peter muttered as he shuffled through to the group that was staring at him, still with pink tainted cheeks.
“Of course, Boss was alerted as soon as you entered the door,” FRIDAY said, her amusement clear.
“Great, thanks for that,” Peter said sarcastically.
FRIDAY chuckled, and the class looked spooked at how human-like she seemed.
“Uhm, Miss? Who is that?” Abe asked.
“Oh that’s FRIDAY, Dr. Stark’s AI.” Emily said as she lead the group to the elevator “Come on guys, we are headed to our first stop, the intern labs!” They stepped into the elevator that started to move as soon as the door was closed. “Now, the intern labs are where all us interns exist, where we either work on assigned projects or our own ideas. Most of the things that we come up with here are then moved up into the scientists' labs where they determine if it is useful and worth developing further. If they are, they are then sent to the lab directors who will pull together a team, including the original person that came up with the idea, that will work on the project. This is the same for the scientists, though their projects are reviewed by the lab directors.”
Everyone entered the lab after Emily swiped them in, whispering about all the awesome technology that they see scattered around. Peter, on the other hand, was fidgeting with the sleeves of his oversized hoodie that he may or may not have stolen from a certain genius the night before. He knew that he should be expecting something, and that something wouldn’t be particularly pleasant for him, so he is dragging his feet dreading the inevitable.
Inside the lab, interns and scientists alike a busying away at their work, the occasional poof of smoke signaling a failed experiment or the cheer that signaled a successful one. The team looked on in awe at the scene before them, before they heard a voice calling out.
“Hey Em, this a tour group? Why are they here?” Charlie, an intern called.
“They are the school group from Midtown I told you about yesterday,” Emily replied, with a small stress on the word Midtown.
“What…Oh! Welcome guys! This is the intern labs. You guys can walk around, but don’t touch anything before asking, and please be respectful of the people working. Some of them may be willing to answer your question, but please ask nicely.” Charlie said with a smile.
The team scattered around, with Peter hanging back. He made his way towards Emily, hissing under his breath, “What are you doing? I know there are tour guides that do the R&D tours too!”
Emily looked at Peter sympathetically, “Mini Boss, you know how your old man is like.”
Peter groaned, but accepted his fate. Just then, Kyle, another intern who was buried under his work, called out catching the attention of everyone in the room. “MINI BOSS! Thank God you’re here! I’ve been staring at this formula for the past three days and can’t seem to get it right!” He looked up to see a dozen teenagers staring back at him. “Uh…why are there small children in the lab?” he asked, confused.
“They are my team on tour here,” Peter said making his way towards Kyle’s station. He glanced at the tablet in the other man’s hands, and pointed out the mistake, “Carry the one here, forgot a zero here, and that should be fine. And Kyle, how long has it been since you last slept?”
“Oh my god how did I miss that! Thank you so much!” Kyle said, then he sheepishly rubbed his neck, “Uh…I got about five hours in?” Peter just stared at him. Kyle continued in a small voice, “In the last 70…?”
Peter sighed in exasperation, “Kyle, go sleep. You can come back to this later. We need you at the top of your game, and you can’t be effective if you’re running on pure caffeine, can you?”
Peter then turned around to find his team staring back at him in shock. At this point, he’s given up on his life. He knew that he’ll die of embarrassment today, and that there’s nothing he can do to stop it. Why not just roll with it? Since he’s already given up trying to hide anything (well not anything per se, it’s not like he’s gonna reveal what he does at night), he just shrugged and said, “I told you guys I’m an intern here. I help out sometimes.”
“Help out? You just corrected something for someone and they call you MINI BOSS!” Charles exclaimed.
Peter just shrugged again, face red, but didn’t say anything more.
The team continued looking around for the next 30 minutes, during which Peter was pulled left and right to help with whatever the interns needed help with, each ending with an exclamation and thank you. The team whispered to each other as to what this could mean.
Emily clapped to get the attention of the team, “Alright, I think that’s enough time for this part of the tour.” She leads everyone back into the elevator, “Now, since it’s almost lunch time, let’s make our way towards the cafeteria. Your lunches will be provided for you, and I assume you’ve provided your allergy information on the forms?” She said looking towards Mr. Harrington who nodded in agreement.
They arrived at the cafeteria which looked more like a fancy restaurant. Emily guided them towards a large table in the back. “Now please wait here, the food will arrive shortly. You have until 1:30 to eat and rest, and I have some business to attend to in the main time. I’ll be back after lunch to continue with our tour.” And with that, Emily left the group to their food that was just arriving.
Flash, who unfortunately was sitting across from Peter, taunted (though in a lower voice so Mr. Harrington, at the other end of the table, wouldn’t hear), “How much did you pay these people to pretend to know you Penis? Oh wait, you don’t have any money! Did you have to beg on your knees for them to recognize you?” He said with a sneer.
Ned turned around, angry, “Flash he’s not lying! And he definitely didn’t do what you are implying!”
Peter spluttered at what he heard, “What the fuck Flash? That’s disgusting! And I didn’t pay them to know me, they just do since I’m an intern here.”
“Ha, like I’ll believe anything you say you stupid liar.” Flash said as the worker was bringing his food to him.
Everything happened in what seemed like slow motion. The worker’s hand slipped, the plate fell and the pasta landed on Flash’s face. Everyone was silent for a moment, before bursting into laughter, MJ snickering while turning to a new page in her notebook and began to sketch the newest addition. The worker winked at Peter, before apologizing and offering some napkins for Flash to clean up.
Flash jumped up, cursing everyone and everything, before snatching the napkins out of the worker’s hands and rushing towards the restrooms.
After that whole snafu, Flash didn’t make any more comments for the rest of lunch, and Peter was able to chat with MJ and Ned throughout the hour.
At 1:30 on the dot, Emily appeared next to their table to lead them to their next destination.
“The next stop on our tour is the scientist labs. These labs are where most of the SI products are designed and developed. You may be able to see the prototypes of the new Stark Phone or Stark Watch here today! However, I must remind you of the NDA that you signed along with your form. If any information that you see today is leaked, the SI Legal Team will know where to look.” Emily said as she guided the students to the elevator.
Before the elevator arrived at their destination, it stopped causing the team to look up in confusion. And the person that walked in was none other than the glorious Pepper Potts-Stark. She glanced up from her tablet when she felt everyone staring at her. “Oh, is this a tour group?”
“Yes, Mrs. Stark, we were just going up to the scientist labs,” Emily replied.
“Oh don’t mind me, I’ll be getting off soon,” Pepper said, returning to her tablet, but did a double take when she spotted Peter amongst the teenagers.
“Pete?”
Peter made his way to the front of the elevator, “Hey Mo-Mrs. Stark,” he said quietly, but the people near him still heard him almost call THE Pepper Potts mom.
“Are you doing okay? I know Tony had something set up for your tour, but if it gets too much you call me and I’ll take care of him, okay?” Pepper said, running her fingers through Peter’s curls.
“Of course. But nothing too terrible has happened yet so I’m good,” Peter said with a soft smile and leaned into Pepper’s side.
The elevator arrived at Pepper’s stop, and she stepped off after leaving a kiss on top of Peter’s head, “I’ll see you tonight, honey, we’re having Italian for dinner,” she said before the elevator door closed.
The team was quiet for a moment before erupting into questions.
“How do you know Pepper Potts?”
“Did you almost call her mom?”
“Why are you having dinner with her tonight?”
Peter cowed away from the group at the sheer volume that was hurting his sensitive hearing, heat rising in his cheeks. Emily waved for the team to calm down, “Guys, guys, he will answer if he wants too, but he doesn’t have to. Give him some space.”
Peter shot a look of gratitude toward Emily, and hastily rushed off the elevator as soon as it arrived at its destination, the door to the lab opening automatically for him.
The team followed him into the labs after Emily swiped them in, and stopped in their tracks. If they thought the intern labs were impressive, they were nothing compared to this. High-tech gadgets were everywhere, blueprints, reports, and coffee covered every available surface, and the scientists were running around like mad men trying to get things done.
James, a lab director (whom Peter worked with quite often) came up to the group. “Hi! Welcome to the scientist labs! There are many things that are dangerous here, so we can’t let you roam around freely, but I’ll give you a tour if you stay behind me and don’t touch anything!” He said joyfully. “Oh and Mini Boss, I think Garret asked for you earlier? You don’t have to follow us, you know everything inside out anyways,” he directed at Peter with a wink.
Peter sighed, and nodded. MJ walked up to him before he could leave, and whispered to him “Think you can get me an interview with Pepper Potts? I’ll owe you one.” Peter nodded, and she gave a slight smile before catching up with the rest of the group.
The group made their way around the lab, and just as they were approaching a station with what looked like a dirt sifter machine atop it, they heard a BANG go off on the opposite side of the room. Suddenly a fire erupted, “Fire Protocol, engage.” FRIDAY’s calm voice ranged out in the room. The room panicked, the students were trying to get as far away as they possibly can, and the scientists were running around like headless chickens. James, being the only lab director that was present at the moment, was trying to calm everyone down, but was failing miserably.
“QUIET!” Peter shouted from atop a station. Everyone froze to look at him.
“Emily, get the team as far away as possible, Rachel, James, get the mist. Garret, Josh, Susie, get any and every inflammable thing away from the fire. Danna, Daniel, David, put on FR gloves and try to salvage any important documents from around the fire, leave the ones that are already in it. Everyone else, calm down and help where you see fit. Let’s move everyone!” Peter calmly gave out his orders and everyone began to move like a well-oiled machine. The fire was put out very quickly by the mist (specially designed for these situations to contain and extinguish as quickly as possible), and everything that was salvageable was taken to other stations.
The team gaped at Peter who was still on top of the station, listening to the scientist report back to him about the damage. Even MJ looked amazed at how orderly Peter was. This was different from the nervous, nerdy Peter that they are so used to seeing at school. So is this why he was called Mini Boss?
“Guys, where were your fire hazard precautions? We don’t want you guys running around frantically while there’s a fire blazing! We are at SI, fires happen quite often. Do we need to run fire protocol again?” Peter lectured the scientists looking up at him, all wearing expressions of embarrassment. “I thought so. Alright guys, at least there was no serious damage, just remember next time to stay calm and follow the precautions.” Peter jumped off the station and made his way back towards the group, blushing (for what seems like the hundredth time today) upon seeing everyone stare at him.
So that’s why he’s called Mini Boss.
Flash jumped out of his stupor and shouted, gaining the attention of everyone in the room, “What the actual fuck? Why the fuck would you listen to Penis? He’s just a disgusting piece of shit that is a nobody! Why the fuck would you call that loser Mini Boss?! He’s nothing compared to me!”
Everyone was furious. All of the scientists began closing in on Flash, who faltered slightly at the sight of 30 scientists crowding around him, and as Emily was about to call for security to throw Flash out, a famous voice caught their attention.
“What the fuck did you just say about my son?”
Everyone whipped around to see none other than Tony Fucking Stark standing there at the door. His eyes were those of pure rage, and everyone caught a glimpse of what it meant to be called the Merchant of Death.
Tony made his way towards Flash, who was just now realizing he pissed off Tony Stark, Iron Man, and it probably won’t end well for him.
“Now you listen here you filthy piece of shit. Peter is the smartest person I’ve ever met, and he is worth 100 of you. No, even that is high praise for you, you’re not even worth the dirt under his shoe. He has done so much to help me and this company that he can easily be a lab director. He is the heir to Stark Industries, which means he will be so far above you in the future that you will be forever forgotten in his mind. Now if I hear one more thing out of your mouth that is anything but nice towards Peter, I will make sure you have a sad and miserable life. Am I clear?” Tony said with an eerily calm voice.
Flash, pale and shaking from fear, could only nod in response.
“Good. Now get out of my tower and never come back.” At that, Flash ran out of the room without looking back once.
Everyone was stunned to silence at both the outburst and the information that came with it. Heir to SI? Tony calling Peter his son?
Tony clapped, putting on his best press smile, “Now that that is taken care of. What is it I heard that there was a fire down here? Pete?”
Peter walked up to Tony who automatically circled his arm around Peter’s shoulders. “Yeah there was a small fire, but it’s taken care of.”
“Great! Now people get back to work. You, tour group, your next stop is the SI museum, yes?” He glanced at Emily who nodded in agreement. “But that’s boring, history of SI blah blah blah. What do you say we spice things up a bit? Let’s head up to my lab! I’ll show you all the interesting stuff Peter and I have been working on, much better than what’s down here in the minion labs.”
The students cheered, while Peter buried his head into his hands, muttering under his breath. “Of course you’ll say the museum is boring. Of course you’ll take us to the workshop. Of course you would. What was I thinking.”
Tony grinned, ruffling Peter’s hair, “Oh Petey-pie, who do you take your old man for?”
Peter turned and shoved his head into Tony’s shirt, “If I die of embarrassment it’s all on you, dad.”
Tony chuckled, “Of course, kiddie.”
The team stared wide-eyed at the domesticity the two were displaying, all the way until they reached Tony’s personal lab, or what Tony and Peter liked to call the workshop.
“FRI, give these people access to the workshop, and restrict after, say an hour,” Tony called.
“Yes Boss, access granted,” FRIDAY replied.
As soon as the door opened, they were overwhelmed with the amount of red and gold that filled the space. The ceilings were covered with red and gold balloons and ribbons, the walls decorated with Iron Man and Spiderman stickers and art, and on the wall they were facing, was a huge banner with gold letters painted on top of red paper that read: ‘Congratulations to Petey-Pie for Winning the Nationals’ and a little Iron Man beneath it looking like it was holding up the banner. The whole team was quiet for a moment, then all burst out in laughter, while Peter wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow him whole, but still felt warm and fuzzy on the inside
“What do you think, Pete? This tour was a prize for your win after all, so I decided to decorate the place in celebration! You like?” Tony said, gesturing to the decorated lab.
Peter shoved his face into Tony's shirt again, muttering “I love it.” to his father. And if Tony felt a little damp spot forming, he didn’t say anything.
“Go on in children, take a look around. Just don’t touch anything. Feel free to ask if you have any questions.” Tony gestured to the group.
The team filed in, looking around in amazement. Ned was muttering “this is so cool” on repeat under his breath. Even MJ, who didn’t seem interested at all in the two previous labs, closed her notebook and looked around.
Abe, pointing at a new web shooter, asked Peter, “Hey, are these for Spiderman?”
Peter, finally gathering enough courage to look up, “Yeah, I’m developing something new for him. His old ones didn’t hold enough fluid and had to replenish quite often, so I wanted to up the storage volume without making it too bulky.”
“That is so cool,” Abe said with wonder, causing Peter to blush again.
As everyone was invested in Iron Man or Spiderman or random parts that were laying around the lab, a voice with a distinguishable accent shouted from the door.
“All women are queens!”
Peter, on instinct, shouted back “If she breathes, she a thot!”
Peter, along with the newcomer bursts into giggles. Peter ran up to the girl and they did a complex handshake that no one else seem to be able to catch up with. Tony, exasperated, rubbed his temples muttering “Gen z kids, why did I ever let them meet.”
The team was stunned. Standing there, chatting with their resident nerdiest nerd, was the freaking Princess of Wakanda. Ned was close to hyperventilating.
Shuri looked over, seeing the group of teenagers, and teased Tony, “Stark, since when did you allow random children into your lab?”
“I allow you and Pete into my lab don’t I.” Tony shot back.
Peter, who at this point has completely given up on hiding and trying to avoid embarrassment, mocked hurt by putting his hand to his chest, “I’m hurt, dad, you think I’m a random child?” Then he turned around, shaking (from laughter, not crying) and shoving his face into Shuri’s shoulder.
“Yeah Stark, how are we random children. Now you’ve made Peter sad. Maybe this way he’ll come back to Wakanda with me and leave your primitive lab behind.” Shuri said with a grin.
Tony panicked, quickly walking up to Peter, “Hey Pete, you know I don’t mean that right? You’re my son, not some random child, please don’t ditch me for cooler Wakanda shit!”
Peter, still shaking, can’t contain his laughter anymore and almost collapsed onto the ground if not for Shuri holding him up. “Oh my god, dad, that was hilarious! You think I would leave you for anything? Never!”
Tony sighed in relief, and smiled at Peter’s antics, reaching to grab him into a headlock and ruffling his hair, “Petey-pie, you’re the reason I’m greying every day.”
“I thought you were already grey!” Peter shot back, trying to get out.
While the pair were horsing around, the team looked on. They were numb at this point, and didn’t think anything else would surprise them at this point.
Shuri, walking up to the team, said, “You guys are Peter’s teammates, yes? Want to know his embarrassing stories?”
The team all nodded enthusiastically, MJ even looked like she wanted to take notes.
Peter looked up to see Shuri with his team, and tried even harder to get out of the headlock. By the time he was free and rushed to Shuri’s side, she was already finishing her story. “—he was a stuttering mess in front of my brother, like an antelope in headlights!”
The team was all holding their stomachs from laughing so hard, and Peter, remembering the encounter that Shuri was describing, just stood there, face flaming red (a near-constant state at this point), stuttering out “I wasn’t that bad, was I?”
“Oh Peter, it’s okay to be embarrassing, even if it was in front of the King of Wakanda.” Shuri teased.
Peter groaned, planting his face into his hands and planning on staying that way until the tour ends.
After another 30 minutes of the team walking around the lab amazed at any and everything it contains, Tony clapped for their attention. “That’s the end of the tour, kiddies, make your way down to the lobby. I prepared some gifts for you to take home.” Everyone, including Mr. Harrington, cheered, knowing that any and everything that comes out of SI was simply the best.
“Oh, and I’m keeping Peter here, if that’s alright, no point having him ride back to school only to come back here straight after,” Tony said to Mr. Harrington.
“Of course, I saw that you were listed as one of his guardians.” Mr. Harrington said with a smile.
The team shuffled towards the elevator, all of them saying their goodbyes to Peter and waving, a small giggle still escaping here and there. Peter waved back shyly.
“Now that wasn’t too bad, was it?” Tony asked as they settled down on the living room couch, Peter automatically tucking his head into the crook of Tony’s neck.
“Yeah, it was alright.” Peter smiled, “Embarrassing, definitely, but it was okay. And thanks dad, for standing up for me.”
“Anything for you bud, anything,” Tony said with a kiss on the top of Peter’s head.
The father and son settled in, curled around each other, watching Face Off.
This is the sight that greets Pepper when she comes back after work, and she most definitely snapped multiple photos that she also sent to May before waking them up for dinner.