In which Peter doesn't have a jacket.
Peter shivered. He should have brought a jacket. Mr. Stark had told him to.
"Cold?" Mr. Stark asked smirking.
Peter shook his head trying desperately to stop his teeth from chattering. Tony raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not cold," Peter insisted. He was freezing. He wouldn't admit it; not after Mr. Stark had told him to bring a jacket and he had shrugged off the warning.
"Wishing you brought a jacket?" Mr. Stark chuckled. A cold gust made Peter shiver.
"Nope. Not cold."
"Sure I definitely believe you," Tony said sarcastically and rolled his eyes. They walked in silence for a little while, " Do want mine?"
Peter hadn't been expecting that. He thought Tony more the type to laugh at his foolishness, not help him out.
"I'm really not cold at all Mr. Stark," Peter said, but the chatter of his teeth gave him away. Mr. Stark looked mildly concerned.
"Whatever you say," Was all Tony said, shrugging.
"How many more blocks?" Peter chattered after a minute of silence.
"Five."
"Why aren't we driving?"
"Traffic, and its Happy's day off," Mr. Stark replied looking skeptically at Peter.
"There are cabs you know," Peter replied. He really wanted to be in a warm car.
"I don't trust 'em," Tony said quietly, "Plus I need exercise, and walking to this meeting is the perfect excuse. Why? Are you cold?"
"No! I'm not! It's nice and toasty warm," Peter said and this time he managed to keep his teeth from chattering. Another gust of wind blasted them and Peter's whole body shook. Mr. Stark rolled his eyes, and removed his jacket. He threw it over Peter's shoulders. It was so warm.
"I'm not--"
"Shut up kid. You're not fooling anyone. I know a popsicle when I see one," Mr. Stark stated.
"Won't you be cold?" Peter asked trying to take the jacket off.
"Nah," Mr. Stark said shrugging, "You need it. I need you functional for this meeting."
Tony slung his arm around Peter's shoulders and pulled him closer to him. Peter leaned into the heat.
"Thank you..." Peter mumbled, he still wasn't going to admit that he was cold.
"No problem. I knew arguing with you wasn't going to work. You're too damn stubborn," Mr. Stark smiled and fluffed Peter's hair. They both laughed.