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Being a Stark [Superfamily]

Chapter 9

Peter sees him again on Tuesday, in between classes.

Ned Leeds is walking in a slow pace, nearing the classroom Peter is heading to, hands in his pockets and backpack hanging low over his shoulders. There are a few Star Wars pins attached to it, but also most of the Avenger’s logos. Iron Man’s mask, Cap’s shield, Hulk’s fist, Thor’s hammer, Clint’s bow and Widow’s hourglass.

Looking at them, Peter starts to wonder what Wanda’s or Vision’s logos would be. Or War Machine’s, or Falcon’s. They don’t have one of those yet, as much as Peter knows.

Ned lowers his bag slowly, approaching an empty desk in the classroom, and luckily picking a place which has a free spot behind him. Peter doesn’t speak, instead just sits down right behind him. Ned must think it weird, seeing as there’s so much place left in here, but Peter’s exactly where he wants to be.

By the time the class starts, Peter leans forward, poking his pen in Ned’s shoulder.

“Pssst, Ned, right?” Peter asks, though he knows the answer to that. Ned just nods, turning his head a bit to the side. He seems surprised that anybody is talking to him at all.

“Yeah, and you’re Peter, right?” Ned asks in return. When Peter raises an eyebrow, Ned just shrugs. “People talk around here, you know,” he adds. Peter knows he’s talking about Gwen, and the fact that he’s failing his classes. He wants to say something, but suddenly the teacher looks at him with a stern expression.

“Mr. Parker, I do hope that you’ve finished the assignment you were given? Or have you been too busy distracting Mr. Leeds, here?” the woman asks. She’s an old prune, probably nearing the sixties with grey hair that is always put up. Peter thinks for a moment, needing to recall which class this actually is.

“Uh, yeah of course,” Peter says, reaching for his backpack and searching around in his papers.

His math-homework… math homework… Peter is sure he made it; even had Francis check it out because the guy wanted to. He had said that everything was correct, that complimented Peter on getting it right. But in which folder did Peter leave it?

And that’s when it hits him; he didn’t put it in a folder. He left it on his desk. At Stark Industries. Dum-E must have put it away so Peter forgot about it.

“Uh, I actually- I did make it, but it seems like I forgot it at work,” Peter starts to explain as he drops his bag on the ground again. “You see, I put it on my desk, but Mr. Stark’s robot set it aside and I forgot about it-“

“Mr. Stark? Parker actually thinks he knows Iron Man?” Flash says from behind the classroom. All the other students start to laugh, but Mrs. Cooper – that’s the teacher’s name – doesn’t seem so amused.

“You’re on thin ice here, Mr. Parker. I don’t know if you care about catching up in school, but there aren’t many more chances the school are willing to give.”

“But I’m serious, Mrs. Cooper! I’m an intern at Stark Industries, and I showed the homework to one of the people there to check if I got everything right, but then Dum-E moved it!” Peter still tries, but the longer he speaks, the more he realizes he’s sounding like he’s making it up on the spot.

“You can stop telling lies, and think about why you really didn’t make your homework tonight at detention.”

“Detention? But I can’t! I have my internship!” She can’t do this; after his fiasco last Saturday at the tower, he fears he’s already in enough trouble as it is. He can’t risk getting on everybody’s bad side even more! Before long, they’ll see him as a joke!

“You should have thought of that before feeding me these lies. A robot called ‘Dummy’ put your homework away? Who are you even trying to kid? Now stop interrupting my class, Mr. Parker.”

And with that, Mrs. Cooper goes on with collecting everybody’s homework before coming to stand in front of the class again. Peter’s face feels entirely red, and he knows everybody’s attention is on him. As suspected, they’re laughing.

What was he thinking, even? Saying Dum-E’s name has probably been the dumbest thing in the world; who would believe Mr. Stark would actually call his very first robot like that? Who even in this class has had the chance of meeting Mr. Stark in person?

Normally his plan had been to talk to Ned after this, to try and befriend the guy. All he’s thinking of right now is to call up anybody at Stark Industries to explain that he’ll be an hour late. This stinks…

Peter endures the class, even manages to finish all the equations without any trouble – much faster even than the others. He’d hoped the woman would have mercy on him if he showed that he could do it, but as it turns out she’s a stone cold bitch who doesn’t even seem to like teaching to teenagers.

The moment the bell indicates that the hour is over, Peter stands up while already grabbing his phone. He thinks of typing Francis’ number, but then he realizes the guy probably isn’t working right now, usually going for the evenings at the tower. He doesn’t even have any other numbers, except for…

No, no way. There’s absolutely no way that he’ll call Mr. Stark to say that he’ll be a bit too late. That would just be pushing his luck.

But who else is there? Sure, there’s maybe the front desk he can call, but that guy will let him hold and wait until he’s put through to the right person, and Peter will be standing there for ten minutes. He doesn’t have that time.

“I’m so going to get fired,” Peter mutters, searching for the last-called number and pressing the phone against his ear. Once he gets to his locker, he quickly looks around to see who’s near him. Then he opens up to put his math-stuff back inside and grab the biology-books.

“You’re calling during school hours; am I to assume that somebody attacked your school and you’re all in danger? If not, don’t call during school hours,” Mr. Stark’s voice suddenly says, speaking a bit fast.

“Uh, no-one is in danger,” Peter responds, a bit out of it because of the weird greeting. “I just- I got detention because I forgot my homework on my desk, so I’ll be an hour late today.”

There’s a moment of silence on the other side on the line, and Peter’s already preparing himself for the answer he’ll get. Mr. Stark surely tell him now not to even bother coming back. Peter can feel it. Maybe he should have called the front desk…

“Tell me exactly what happened, kid,” Mr. Stark then says instead, much to Peter’s surprise. His mouth falls open, and his book falls to the ground. With a grunt, he kneels down to pick it up.

“Well, I told her that I showed my homework to Francis to have him check it out, but then Dum-E put it away somewhere when he cleared my desk so I forgot about it, but then she thought that I was just making it up because who would call their robot Dummy and-“

“Okay, you’re rattling now. That bot can’t ever do anything good now, can he?” Mr. Stark then suddenly laughs. “Don’t worry, it will be taken care of.”

“Alright, thank you Mr. Stark! Sorry for calling you on this line, but I don’t really have a lot of time or I’ll be late for-“

The bell rings. Peter’s late for class.

“Ah crap,” he mutters, looking down and feeling the strong urge to just skip the class in general.

“Better hurry up, then. Don’t want two hours of detention now, do we?”

“Yes, sir! Thank you sir!” And with that, Peter hangs up, closing his locker again and starting to run towards his biology class.

Only, the moment his locker is closed, he bumps in against somebody, causing for the two of them to land on the ground. The other person lands with his head on an open locker, which must hurt a lot, Peter figures. He quickly stands up.

“Holy crap, I’m so sorry!” he starts, already reaching out for the other person to help him, only to see that it’s Ned.

Ned, who’s looking at him with wide eyes as if he’s just realized he’s Spider-Man. Oh, crap! Is his suit showing? Peter quickly looks down, but sees that it’s not the case.

“You actually know Mr. Stark? You can just… call him?” Ned asks, ignoring the small stream of blood pouring out of his small headwound. Peter wants to point it out at him, but it’s probably better if he would just bring him to the nurse’s office.

“Yeah, uh, can you stand? We need to get you to-“ Peter starts, but as Ned starts to stand up, he grabs Peter’s arm.

“What is he like? Is he as smart as everybody says he is? Many people also say he’s kind of an asshole, but I’d like to think that a man who donates that much money to so many charity cases isn’t that much of a jerk, you know?”

“Uh,” Peter lets out, not really knowing where to start. He just puts Ned’s arm over his shoulder and starts taking him the right way.

“Please, tell me! I’m probably one of his biggest fans,” Ned says. Peter decides to just indulge him.

“He’s… eccentric to say the least,” he answers, honestly. No-one can ever really predict what Mr. Stark’s next move is, always surprising everybody. “I mean, when I had my interview for the internship he just told me to fix his gauntlet.”

“Whoa, did you fix Iron Man’s gauntlet? That is so cool!”

And as they near the nurse’s office, the conversation keeps on going like that. Peter explains to the nurse what exactly happened, and the woman starts cleaning up Ned’s wound with delicacy, obviously trained for this. After she’s finished, she hands the two boys a note to excuse them for being late in class, and then they’re on their way back.

During biology, Peter and Ned are seated together and they talk some more about the Avengers in hushed voices. Peter is aware that half the class is still mocking him about Dum-E, but he tries to let it pass him by. He shouldn’t be bothered about it.

But he is, especially when suddenly a note is dropped in front of him with on it a very badly made drawing. It’s mostly stick-figures, but the names on top reveal enough.

What he sees in front of him is a representation of himself crying as a robot that doesn’t even remotely look like Dum-E works around him. There’s some stupid jokes written around them, but Peter doesn’t bother to read them, instead folding it up into a little ball and throwing it into the trash can with perfect precision.

By the time class is finished, Peter lets out a sigh and picks up his detention slip he got from Mrs. Cooper earlier. He says goodbye to Ned after they exchange numbers, and then he starts making his way to the detention hall, where he suddenly hears some commotion happening.

What’s going on? Peter slowly opens the door, seeing only a few students in there, looking bored out of their mind. In the front, there’s the detention-keeper, deep in discussion with somebody Peter doesn’t really know. The third member of said discussion is Mrs. Cooper, who doesn’t seem happy about being here after her working hours.

“What I say is, you gave Mr. Parker detention after he supposedly ‘lied’ to you, but I am here to confirm that he didn’t. Mrs. Ferez looked over his homework, put it on Peter’s desk, and then Mr. Stark’s incredibly incompetent bot misplaced it. It took us literally an hour to find it underneath all of the mess that rusted bag of bolts has created. Mr. Stark often thinks of donating the thing to a school, you know.”

“Do you honestly expect us to believe that Tony Stark himself created a robot he later on called ‘Dummy’, and that said bot then in turn managed to lose Mr. Parker’s homework?” Mrs. Cooper asks, still not seeming to believe it. The guy – who is he, even? – groans, seemingly losing his patience here.

“You want proof, I can give you proof,” the guy says before fishing out his phone and searching along on it. Then he turns the device around and points it towards the two others in front of him. “See here, Mr. Parker handing his homework.”

Then the guy scrolls a bit forward.

“Here you see Mr. Ferez giving Peter’s homework back.”

More scrolling.

“And here we have this wonderfully incompetent bot messing everything up as per usual.”

The two adults look at the screen with frowns, as if hating to be proven wrong. But even Peter knows that the camera images aren’t lying. Dum-E had moved his things, and according to this man, it had almost been impossible to find!

“Enough for you?” the man then asks, pulling his phone back and putting it inside his pocket once more. Then he taps onto the piece of paper that Peter recognizes as his homework.

The keeper looks at Mrs. Cooper with a shrug, not seeming all that intent on keeping Peter here. The woman stays quiet for a long time, but eventually sighs as she looks down. Then she shrugs.

“Let him go, then,” she says, waving Peter away without even looking at him. Peter stands up immediately, grabbing his bag again while standing at the door. The other man doesn’t even look at the two others anymore, instead walking towards Peter with a smirk on his face. When Peter meets his eyes, he can see some sort of playfulness here.

“C’mon, we’re wasting time here,” the guy says. Peter nods, quickly following him out. Without saying anything else, the man guides him out of the school and onto the parking lot, where he seems to make his way to what looks like a very expensive Audi. A group of teenagers is surrounding it, looking at it in admiration. One of those is Flash, and next to him stands Eddie Brock.

Peter feels himself grin when the guy presses a button to open the door. The students jump back in surprise, making a little path for the two to pass.

“Peter Parker?” he hears some students whisper.

“Parker ain’t that rich!”

“Could be Osborn’s? Heard they were friends in the past?”

“Nah, haven’t you heard, Harry Osborn’s been taken into a psychiatric ward or something.”

Peter ignores them, walking past them as he gets to the passenger’s seat. Then the guy stops him by putting his hand on Peter’s chest.

“You got a license?” the guy asks, and Peter nods. He got it almost as soon as he turned sixteen, after all. Then the guy hands Peter the keys and takes Peter’s place on the passenger’s seat. Peter just stands there, mouth fallen open and all eyes on him. There’s some more muttering, but he ignores it.

In a quick step, Peter gets to the driver’s side, instead. The moment he closes the door, the man – who is he, even? – shows him how to start up the car and gives him brief instructions on how to work with everything. Peter follows every step, eventually backing up the car without touching any of the students around him.

“Doing great,” the guy says as Peter drives away from the parking lot, leaving the school behind them and entering the usual busy roads of New York. “Guess I can finally take this off, then. Should thank Widow for it.”

The guy’s voice suddenly changes mid-sentence, and Peter actually looks to the side to see the man’s face shift into someone else’s as he pulls of what seems like some sort of mask. The guy then pulls off the dark-blonde wig he was wearing, turning towards Peter to give him a smile.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter then asks, surprised at the sudden turn of events.

“Eyes on the road, kid!” suddenly comes out as a warning, and Peter immediately turns his head back, seeing that a group of people is about to cross the road. Quickly, he hits the brakes, allowing them to pass.

“Why are you here? I thought you were too busy for-“

“Eh, you know, I found myself with a lot of free time and I could use a break,” Mr. Stark then says. He leans forward to turn on the heating and then leans back in his seat. “Besides, I thought I would take you along for a little ride. I expect you could use some distraction, no?”

Peter wants to say anything, but the words escapes his mouth. He’s quickly reminded of what he said to Ned earlier; this guy is eccentric and even that is putting it lightly. He’s just never ready whenever it comes to this man.

“But, I should be working, no?” Peter tries to have cleared out. He needs to know he won’t be getting in trouble for this.

“We are working, kid,” Mr. Stark asks, fishing out his sunglasses and putting them on, despite there being no sun at all. Then he smirks towards Peter, showing his bright white teeth. “Besides, I’m the boss, nobody’s going to tell me what to do.”

He’s got a point there, but Peter just wants to make sure, of course. Not that he minds, of course. Last time he’d been to the tower, the Goblin had kidnapped him in an attempt to get Iron Man off his trail.

“Is this about… is this about what happened Saturday?” Peter asks, stopping at the red light and waiting for it to turn green again.

“Of course not,” Mr. Stark responds, but the way he says it reveals enough. “Okay, maybe a bit, but in my defense, I have benefits from this as well; Cap keeps on whining about me never doing anything, so at least this way I’m relieved from him for at least a few hours.”

Peter doesn’t speak, instead nods and accelerates again. This car drives perfectly, and Peter would love to have one of these of his own, if only he had some money.

Being February, there’s still some light snow falling down, but not staying on the ground. People are packed into their warm coats, flocking together to stay warm in the cold with their hot cups of coffee in their gloved hands.

As Mr. Stark gives him instructions on where to go, Peter finds himself recognizing the place already. Getting himself Upstate, Peter drives up onto a road surrounded by trees. After what must be about twenty minutes of careful driving, Peter parks the car in front of the familiar Facility he’s come to know as the Avenger’s headquarters.

“Whoa!” Peter says, because he knows he has to appear impressed. If he wouldn’t be, Mr. Stark would surely notice. “Is this-?”

“Yup,” Mr. Stark says, and then he steps out of the car without any warning. “C’mon, you’re coming with me.”

Peter doesn’t complain at all. He knows this should be any kid or teenager’s dream, so he’ll have to act like he’s never been here before in his life. Mr. Stark is standing outside, waiting for Peter to join him.

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re still an intern,” Mr. Stark says as they start walking towards the entrance. “I’m just assigning you as my personal intern.”

Peter is almost sure his mother has something to do with this – despite the fact that she’s been dead for years. Perhaps Mr. Stark sees a lot of her in him, or maybe he just wants to protect her only living son. In any way, Peter’s not going to make any remarks about that. It actually comes in quite handy, when it comes to his plan to get to know the man.

Peter is introduced to some people he hasn’t met before, but also to Dr. Cho – who luckily doesn’t recognize him- and Vision. The latter luckily doesn’t seem to know that they’ve met before – that, or he’s pretending they haven’t.

“Okay, I’m going to need your help now,” comes from Mr. Stark after the few introductions have been done. Peter follows him into a hallway that he’s never been in before, and suddenly finds himself in what must be a workshop of some sort. It seems a bit more advanced than everything Peter has to work with at the Tower, and as he’s looking at everything, he suddenly finds himself extremely inspired.

Peter starts walking around in the room, trying to take a good view of everything there is. He can see some sort of prototype for one of Widow’s weapons – Peter doesn’t know how it’s called. A bit further there are a pair of Falcon’s wings, but these obviously took a beat, damaged in combat. Peter wonders if it’s a result from fighting the Goblin.

There’s much more; Iron Man Gauntlets, weapons for War Machine, armor for Cap. Peter has to admit that he finds himself impressed. On the other hand, he shouldn’t be too surprised, since this is Tony Stark they’re talking about.

“Hey hey hey, kiddo, I told you I needed your help. Now come here,” Mr. Stark says from the other side of the room. Peter turns around and nods, quickly hurrying back to his side where he can see the mechanic working on what seems like a-

“Uh, what is this?” Peter asks. It looks like some sort of shirt that seems way too big for either of them. There’s some sort of sensor in the middle, but the use of that isn’t clear at all.

“This,” Mr. Stark starts, sitting down on his chair and throwing the shirt towards Peter, “is an auto-fit shirt. It’s supposed to accustom itself to its wearer without making it too big or too small.”

Peter whistles. Where does this guy keep on getting his ideas? He feels the fabric, finding it soft and thick. Looking a bit closer, it reminds him a little bit of his suit.

“Who’s this for?” Peter then asks. Mr. Stark doesn’t respond, instead putting his screwdriver in his mouth and bending down to pick up something from the ground. “What do you want me to do with this?”

“I want you to put it on,” Mr. Stark says. “And then I want your input.”

Peter hesitates for a moment, remembering that he’s wearing his suit underneath. Mr. Stark isn’t paying any attention to him, but Peter can impossibly remove his entire suit in such a short time. Besides, surely Mr. Stark has surveillance here!

“I will, sir, but is it alright if I go to the bathroom, first?” Peter asks, putting the overly large shirt back down on the desk. Mr. Stark doesn’t look up, instead pointing towards the hallway they just came from.

“First room on your left,” he says before looking back down on his inventions. Peter just clears his throat and thanks him before making his way out, his bag still hanging over his shoulder. As he exits the workshop, his eyes suddenly land on Captain America – no, wait, Steve – slowly coming his way to them. Peter decides to just ignore him for now and to get into the bathroom.

Taking off his suit goes easily. Peter’s almost experienced when it comes to this. In just a minute, the thing is already folded back into his bag, and Peter already makes his departure from the toilet, though not without washing his hands. Mr. Stark notices a lot of things, and if Peter’s hands are not a tiny bit wet, he might think something more went on here.

That, or he might think of Peter as a kid that doesn’t wash his hands after using the toilet. Each way, Peter can simply avoid that.

Once he gets back out, he almost stumbles against Steve, who is preparing himself to knock on the door of the workshop. The two apologize, but as soon as Steve sees him – and maybe recognizes him – he starts to frown.

“How did you get here?” he asks, not angry but more curiously. Peter opens his mouth to answer, but then FRIDAY suddenly opens up the door for them, allowing them in.

“Sir, Captain Rogers seems to have joined Mr. Parker,” FRIDAY’s familiar voice says. Mr. Stark looks up a little bit, and then looks back down.

“If you’re here to give me another speech: just don’t. You don’t want to bore the kid, after all!” He says. Next to Peter, Steve rolls his eyes but still marches towards Mr. Stark in long strides. Peter just hurries after him, already unbuttoning his shirt and reaching for Mr. Stark’s newest invention.

“You brought along a kid as a shield?” Steve asks, not sounding impressed at all. Peter tries not to be too self-conscious when he stands there with his naked chest. This is a terrible idea; Peter knows that he’s muscular – quite much more than he would appear to be, since he’s almost always wearing clothes that are a tad bit too big for him to make him look smaller.

“Don’t be stupid, of course I didn’t,” Mr. Stark answers to Steve. “At least, not entirely. He’s going to be my new assistant.”

“I’m what?” Peter asks in surprise as he pulls the shirt over his head.

“Don’t worry, you don’t need to do paperwork. I’ve got my actual assistant for that,” Mr. Stark says. Peter pulls the shirt all the way down, wondering if this one shouldn’t actually be considered as a tent, instead. It’s obviously big enough for it, anyway. “Okay, now just stand here.”

Peter goes to stand where Mr. Stark is pointing him to, and then he opens up his arms a little bit, biting his lip as he waits for what’s going to happen next.

“Just press the button in the middle,” Mr. Stark adds. Peter looks down, seeing the small black button he noticed before. Without any hesitation, he reaches up to his chest and presses down with two of his fingers. After that, the tent he’s wearing around him suddenly tightens up, turning into an actual form-fitting shirt that accentuate his muscles and slender figure.

“Whoa!” Peter calls out, inspecting it in wonder. “How does this work?”

“It’s mostly to do with getting up a certain frequency to which the particles in this fabric responds. One certain frequency will get it to loosen up, the other will pull it together,” Mr. Stark explains as he stands up and gets near Peter to observe his work. Then he takes his marker and starts writing things down on the shirt.

“Does the signal need to be continuous? Or is just one ‘beep’ of it enough?” Peter asks, holding in a giggle when the marker travels over his stomach.

“Once is enough, otherwise the person wearing this would be in some trouble when the signal is disturbed,” Mr. Stark says, sounding pensive. A little further back, Steve is leaning against the desk, watching Mr. Stark work. “Cap, honestly, you’re killing me with your death-stare. What do you need?”

“I don’t have a death-stare?” Steve asks, frowning with a slight grin on his lips. Peter copies him, feeling the light air going on here.

“It’s called a bitchy-resting face. Look it up, blue-eyes,” Mr. Stark responds. Steve then glares back at him before pushing himself from the desk and nearing Peter. He takes a small look at the device in Peter’s chest, and then nods.

“Who is this for?” he asks, repeating Peter’s question for earlier. Mr. Stark puts the marker in his mouth and starts pulling at Peter’s shoulders to turn him around. Then he starts drawing more lines on the back, keeping the top of the marker between his teeth.

“Shish ish for a new recruit,” Mr. Stark answers. Then he puts the top back on the marker and puts it in his back pocket, taking a step back as he inspects his work. “A new guy, noticed him a while back, mostly doing some small things on the streets but did manage about two bigger jobs.”

“You mean that Devil of Hell’s Kitchen-guy? What do they call him?” Steve asks.

“Daredevil,” Peter says, still feeling slightly disappointed.

“Yeah, that guy. Still haven’t managed to talk to him,” Steve mutters bitterly. Mr. Stark just laughs as he shakes his head.

“The guy probably quit. Don’t worry, we’ll get him back on the scene,” he says, sitting himself back down on the chair before throwing another item of clothing to Peter. As he catches it, the shirt around him goes back into tent-mode. “Now try on the pants!”

Peter chuckles, and follows his instructions. Meanwhile, as he’s busy, Steve comes to ask what he came for.

“We were in an Avengers meeting, Tony. You can’t just leave like that.”

“I didn’t join the fight! What do you want me to do, evaluate you through what I’m hearing there? Besides, the kid needed me more than you did!”

“Yeah, about that, Natasha is quite pissed that you stole her mask. She wants it back,” Steve adds in between. Peter kicks off his shoes as he listens in on what is said here.

“I made that thing, I get to use my own toys once in a while,” Mr. Stark counters. “Besides, I pay for this entire building. If you want the honest truth, you’re all even more than a handful! If I have to hire another cleaning-maid, I think I might actually just build one from scratch.”

“Tony,” Steve mutters, sounding unimpressed. Peter pulls off his belt and throws it on the ground next to his shoes.

“Cap, honestly, stop hovering like this. I’m taking my pills, I’m following the sessions with Dr. Whatshername-“

“Wynedell,” Steve corrects him.

“Wynedell, yeah. What more do you want of me? Huh?”

“Mr. Stark?” Peter asks the moment the pants are on as well. He pushes the button, and feels the fabric surround himself once again. It feels extremely comfortable, surely amazing to be able to fight in this, he would think. As the two men continue their discussion together, Peter starts doing some lame battle stances, pretending to throw some punches in the air.

“I want you to understand that you can’t be alone,” Steve says. Then Mr. Stark falls quiet, rolling his chair back a little bit. Peter watches it all happening in the corner of his eyes.

“What, you think I’m gonna smash this screwdriver in my chest, is that it?” Mr. Stark asks, sounding completely different at that point. “Think I might pop few pills too many? Electrocute myself?”

“You know that’s not-“ Steve starts, but Mr. Stark stops him by raising his hand.

“You know what, Rogers? I get that you’re scared – I know I’ve been close. But I’ve beaten this thing a few times before, and I can do it again.” Mr. Stark then turns towards Peter with his marker again.

“Now, for crying out loud, please, leave us; obviously I’m not alone.”

Steve just looks at Mr. Stark with a strange expression, and then starts walking towards the door without saying anything. But right before he gets to the door, he turns around again.

“Sorry you had to hear all that, Peter,” Steve says, giving Peter a small smile. The teenager smiles in return and just shrugs, keeping his mouth shut as Mr. Stark rolls his chair forward to start marking things up again.

And as Steve leaves the room, Peter and Mr. Stark continue perfecting the clothes. He only goes home when Aunt May asks him if he’s coming for dinner, and Mr. Stark lets a man called ‘Happy’ drive him back. And if Peter is smiling the entire time while he eats, Aunt May only seems to see it as him finally getting better.

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