Tony's adventures as a father, and other fun happenings

Peter was a little embarrassed to still have Tony driving him to parties. He was also a little confused why Steve was riding with them, but he didn't question it. Him, Tony and the other guys were probably going to have their own party.

"Remember Peter no drinking. You don't want to get into that at a-"

Tony's snort interrupted Steve mid sentence. 

"What?" Steve and Peter said simultaneously.

"Peter isn't going to get drunk!" Tony laughed, "He is to much of a good kid."

For some reason Mr. Stark's comment stung, and Peter wasn't exactly sure why.

Steve chuckled a little. He obviously agreed with Tony. 

Why was it so hurtful? Peter couldn't shake the feeling. why did everyone think he was so precious and innocent.

"Bye Pete!" Tony said cheerfully as his son got out of the car. The door closed.

"Ten bucks says he is drunk be the end of the night," Steve spoke as soon as Peter was out.

"Oh! Come on Rogers! The kid would never do anything like that!" Tony laughed and floored it out of the neighborhood.

Peter got more and more fed up with the comment Mr. Stark had made the longer the party went on. Even his father thought he was just going to be a killjoy perfect child forever. For the first time in Peter's life he was unhappy with that image. He wanted to be like Mr. Stark when he had been young and high school aged, maybe not for a long time, but at least one night. Just one night.

"Peter what are you doing?" Ned asked as Peter poured himself a drink, "You can't drink ALCOHOL!!!"

Peter smiled some what maliciously.

"Watch me."

Ned couldn't believe what he was witnessing. Peter Benjamin Parker, his best friend, was drinking liquor at a party. Ned thought he was going to be sick.

"Oh wow! Peter drinking alcohol!" A very attractive blond girl who had definitely had a few to many drinks, laughed and approached Peter. Peter chugged his glass and filled it again. Ned gaped. This. Was. Not. Happening.

"Yeah I am!" Peter laughed and wrapped his arm around the girl. she chewed in her lip a little.

"Oh, confidence! I like it. Let's dance," She slipped out from under his arm and grabbed him, "Come on baby."

"PETER!" Ned half whispered half shouted.

This was not happening!

Peter gave him a non apologetic smile, and followed the girl into the mass of dancing teens. 

Ned watched helplessly as Peter got more and more drunk. He had tried to stop him, but after a very rude comment Ned had backed off.

How was he going to stop this?

Then he saw Michelle drawing (him no doubt.)

"Hey Michelle, can you help me out?" Ned asked and slid next to her.

"With your drunk ass boyfriend?" She asked.

"He's not my-" There was no arguing with Michelle, so Ned just dropped it at that, "But yes he can't keep drinking."

Michelle peered at Peter who looked extremely tipsy.

"That is true."

"So what do we do???" Ned was eccentric.

"Simple. We steal his phone and call his dad."

Tony was right about to pop open the first bottle of champagne when his phone rang.

"Hang on guys," Tony said and pulled out his phone.

"Come on Tony! This is our party night while the girls are away! Get off your phone!" Clint protested.

"No. It's Peter."

"He probably got to uncomfortable with the teen drinking, and wants to be picked up!" Bucky laughed.

"Hey kiddo, Ready to be picked up?" Tony answered the phone.

"Oh my gosh you actually picked up!" The voice on the other end did not belong to Peter.

"Who is this?" Tony asked crossly.

"Oh right... small freak out moment...This Peter's best friend Ned," The voice on the other end said.

"Okay, Ned. Why are you calling me from my kids phone?" Tony asked rolling his eyes.

"I am not sure how to tell you this but um..."

"Is he hurt?!" Tony sat up straight alarm flaring through him. Everyone else in the room tensed up as if they were ready to jump in their suits in a second.

"No. He's drunk off his rocker!" A different voice chimed into the conversation.

"WHAT!!!" Tony roared and stood up.

Everyone in the room leapt to their feet too.

Steve watched a thunderstorm roll across Tony's gaze. It was cold and dangerous.

The man slammed his phone down on the table, threw a ten dollar bill at him, and stormed out of the room. Steve was confused about the money, and then he remembered his bet. Peter was screwed.

Peter was happily dancing with some senior he had never met before, and he was liking it.

CLANK!

Peter stopped dancing. He recognized that sound.

The door to Michelle's house flew open.

A very angry full suited Tony Stark was standing in the doorway. His chest heaving.

"EVERYONE OUT! NOW!"

Peter had never once in his entire life heard that much untainted fury in his father's voice, "PETER BENJAMIN PARKER YOU STAY."

He had NEVER used Peter's full name. Not once. Soon the house was completely empty.

"You are so FUCKING grounded that it is not even funny," Tony's voice was low and angry.

"I don't see what the big deal is," Peter shrugged. What was he doing??? He didn't want to fight his dad! Stupid alcohol! Stupid!

"You are FIFTEEN! How do you not see the problem there?!" Mr. Stark barked.

"You did it."

"Well I was an idiot, and I didn't realize the reprections it would have. I didn't know what it would do to me!" Mr. Stark snapped.

"Woah, you really must have been an idiot if you didn't draw the lines between you and your dad!"

Tony actually looked like he had just been stabbed. Shock and betrayal flooded the man's eyes. Peter realized he could not undo what he had just said. He felt sick.

Tony gave him a small pained smile.

"You're right kid, but I am not an idiot now."

"I didn't mean..." Peter stammered.

"I just don't want you to make my mistakes. I don't want you to have to screw up a million times before you finally get it right."

Peter opened and closed his mouth a few times. His drunken haze had worn off. He wished he could unsay what he had said.

"I'm sorry..." Peter looked down at his feet. He couldn't bring himself to look his mentor in the eyes.

Peter woke up the next morning with a horrible headache. He still very muchly wished he could erase the previous night. Him and Mr. Stark had driven back to the compound in complete silence. Peter had gone straight to bed, but he knew Mr. Stark hadn't.

Peter hauled himself out of bed, and trudged out of his room. He needed water. He at least knew that coffee was no good for hangovers. 

A hangover.

It sunk in. He had gotten very drunk.

He was miserable, and it would never happen again.

He walked into the kitchen and took one look at Mr. Stark's tousled hair, and tired eyes, and spun on his heels. He was not ready to talk to him. He was to scared.

"Kid," The man's voice was soft, there was no sign of anger.

Peter stopped.

"Mr. Stark... I'm so-"

"Sorry? Yeah, you should be," Tony flinched at his own harshness. He hadn't meant to put that much bite in his words. He tried again, "What you said last night was not okay, and it hurt" The kid faced him, "But it hurt because it was true. I didn't put two and two together, because my stupid teenage brain did it out spite. In my state of mind, I couldn't possibly listen to my dad about anything, because he had to be wrong about everything. Peter that mind set almost destroyed me. I don't want you to make the same mistakes I did. I also most certainly do not want you doing bad and harmful things just to prove a point. You can get drunk? So fucking what! So can a deadbeat living in their parents basement. It's not cool, and it's not a good thing. I know that's what every adult says, but take it from one who almost destroyed their life with drinking, it is not worth the temporary joy of proving a point or feeling "free" because trust me, if you go down that road, freedom will be very hard to ever find again."

The kid just stared down at his feet.

"Peter," Peter looked up. The softness in his father's voice was unbelievable. How was he not fuiming? "Come here kid."

Peter didn't move. He just stared down at his feet, and then firm arms were closing around him in the warmest most sincere hug Peter had ever felt. Mr. Stark pulled him in tight. Peter didn't protest.

"Kid you didn't do anything unforgivable last night," Mr. Stark ran his hand through Peter's hair, "you were drunk and let's face it we all say stupid shit when we are drunk."

Peter chuckled a little.

"I will never get drunk again," Peter sniffled, "My head hurts so bad!"

Tony cracked a smile. Peter was still his small innocent son, who couldn't handle his liquor.

"Let's get you some water then."