It's been a long time since I've done anything and really I have no excuse. So I'm here with a smaller project to tackle while I proceed to continue on much bigger ones at a slower pace.

I've read other fics pertaining to the concept of a character does five things and then one thing opposite to the others. For me, I would like to attempt at this idea, which will hopefully be half decent as my second story- if you could call it that- on . Anyway, onto the little drabbles of sorts. Oh, before I forget, I won't mention Aunt May knowing Peter is Spider-Man, because I'm unsure how her reaction would be- I mean I could write something about that, but the focus of this story is about Peter and Tony...

Chapter 1- Accidental Title:

The school bell droned to signify the end of lessons, which resulted in a stampede of teenage bodies clambering over each other to reach their lockers and escape the building. Peter, however, decided to leave at a much slower pace; he walked to his locker with a frown gracing his facial features: thoughts consuming his mind and distracting him from his surroundings. The Vulture had been taken to prison, Liz had moved to Oregon and Mr. Stark received his property with nothing missing. After declining a place on the Avengers, Peter thought that his life would even out and Mr. Stark would fire him from the internship, but Peter supposed his luck was as random as a spinning wheel on those game shows- if it isn't rigged, he pondered absent-mindedly. In fact, Mr. Stark had not just continued to allow him to work for him, but he had given Peter a lot more trust and respect: Peter was now allowed to assist in the lab and accompany Iron Man on smaller missions. The whole mentor gig seemed to be a reality now that Mr. Stark had seen his potential while he'd fought the Vulture. The only downside to Peter's independence was that Mr. Stark seemed to have adopted a stalker-ish nature and checked up on Peter- or randomly invited him over- rather frequently; the gesture was nice, Mr. Stark was simply looking out for him, but on the other hand it was driving Peter crazy.

As Peter was on his way home, a black limo pulled over to the side. The windows were tinted, which must have been illegal, but then again on the side of the vehicle was the Stark Industries crest- no need to be suspicious he guessed to who owned the limo. Releasing a sigh of annoyance under his breath, Peter attempted to ignore the car and continue on his previous path home. A car's horn sounded off and Peter twisted round with a startled expression, his gaze now locked onto the obsidian tinted windows of the limo's driver seat. The interior of the vehicle was now exposed- due to the fact that the window had been drawn open- revealing a disgruntled looking Happy. Judging by his expression, Peter opted to discard his earlier attempts at a quiet evening with his Aunt and begrudgingly he made his way to the back seat- albeit cautious of people noticing him enter a Stark Industries car. Upon seating himself, Peter was greeted to an excited Mr. Stark- sun glasses removed and business suit ruffled. A thought slipped to the front of his mind: 'he kinda reminds me of a puppy- wait, isn't that what Aunt May told me three days ago when I explained that me and Ned finally finished the Lego Death Star?' Expelling the randomness from his head, Peter returned his attention to what Mr. Stark was purposing: "Kid, I have this idea to improve your suit and I wanna see you try it out. Of course, it's been programmed to a newer version to your's just in case I need to work out some kinks." He paused drawing for breath as he signalled for Happy to drive into the flow of traffic. "I mean, I don't want to spoil the surprise so I can't spill which really pisses me off! Oh hey, don't you want to add some of your ideas to the suit? You said you had some last week Peter, but you didn't mention what they were." That was correct, Peter did have a few features of his own that he'd wanted to add even before Tony and made me a new suit. Technology restrictions because of his age and the finances required to install new gadgets restricted Peter- but when he and Mr. Stark were talking in the lab, Peter decided to voice his desire to improve upon his suit. Mr. Stark was thrilled to lend a hand, but Peter was unable to stay any longer at that time due to the time on his watch.

Stuttering out a response while also producing papers filled with unsteady handwriting and complex doodles, Peter felt his cheeks heat up at the sudden attention diverted to himself: " I- err- brought some of my c-concept designs th-that I've been working on f-for the past year, of course s-some of the features y-you've already m-managed to insert into m-my suit, so- err- you c-can just g-gloss over those." He continued to ramble on in a nervous haze, blushing as Mr. Stark gazed at him with a small smile and amusement evident in his eyes. Talking to your childhood idol- heck Mr. Stark still was Peter's idol, even at fifteen- was as nerve racking as taking your exams! And, even though he had been working alongside Mr. Stark for four months, Peter can't comprehend the reality in front of him. The fact that Peter is sitting and talking to the Tony Stark- Billionaire philanthropist playboy and superhero- is humbling and at the same time intimidating. "Alright Kiddo, let's have a look at your ideas then," handing the papers over to Mr. Stark, Peter shrunk into himself waiting on baited breath on what his mentor would say. Processing multiple possible outcomes swarmed Peter's mind, many consisting of negative consequences which would result in embarrassment on Peter's behalf and possible disappointment on Tony's. Feeling his awkward silence, Peter turned to face to the tinted windows and peered at the scenery passing by at a steady speed; sluggishly gazing at all the other cars beside him in the opposite lane and the pedestrians sauntering to their destinations. Every so often his eyes would drift to Tony in an attempt to glimpse at his reaction, but just as Peter would think Mr. Stark would notice, he would divert back to the outside world; Peter guessed that Tony was aware of his nervous behaviour and hoped that Tony was simply ignoring it. The shuffling of papers made the hair on Peter's neck stand on end in anticipation and the silence seemed to be suffocating- no amount of reassurance from Peter's mind would quell the onslaught of negativity bombarding his skull in a constant thrum. His need to prove himself to Mr. Stark was best explained as confusing and natural; he didn't want to disappoint Mr. Stark after the Vulture fiasco and the fact Mr. Stark hadn't given up on him yet meant that he still had the chance to impress him with his combat skills and his education. Peter Parker didn't want to be viewed as the 'kid from Queens' but as someone who the Avengers could respect- perhaps not as an equal due to an age difference, but respect the fact that they're all superheroes and can work together at some point. Hey, Peter wouldn't mind being mentored by any of the rogue Avengers- as long as they didn't teach him how to kill, he was fine about being taught a few useful tips by Hawkeye or Captain America!

The blare of the car horn jolted Peter from his thoughts as he flinched at the sudden sound; "What the fuck are you doing!? Get off the road you drunk bastard!" Happy snarled as he veered sharply away from a speeding vehicle. Gripping the car seat, Peter blanched before the car righted itself in its own lane and clenched his eyes shut in an attempt to calm his rapidly beating heart. "Wow, Happy please keep it PG we have minors in the car," Mr. Stark stated, a hint of mirth oozing from his lips.
"'m not a kid!" Peter quipped, glaring daggers at Tony as he burst into light chuckles.

"Whatever you say, Kiddo. Anyway, I've read through them and I think some of these could actually work." Perking up from the praise, Peter began to excitedly babble, too distracted that the car had stopped and he was now being led along by Tony. When he was seated once more, Peter took a moment to process his surroundings. The walls were white, but not the white-washed colour Peter had been familiar with around the Avengers Facility. Which suggested, Peter guessed, that he was currently in Tony's private lab. He'd been allowed to work with Tony in his private lab many times, but each time he entered, he was left speechless and often pondered how his life had changed so drastically; he remembers merely a year ago receiving the spider bite and hitting petty crime in its obnoxiously ugly face! To think that he would be recruited for the Avengers!?- his younger self would reject such a possibility and laugh for the next five months, but alas what was before him was reality and Peter thought it was only natural to be starstruck every time he thought about it.

"So, I adjusted the system where you can now have a holographic mini computer on by gloves, which will help you set your web shooter combinations and remotely control your spider drone. We can discuss your ideas now while you try on the suit." Tony gestured to the red and blue spider costume that hung directly in front of Peter. Taking the suit off the hook, Peter went into the separate room near by and changed his apparel. The uniform was as tight as ever, but Peter never minded because I needed the tight clothing to easily trapeze through combat and use his acrobatic skills. Of course, Mr. Stark altered the material so it didn't look like Peter was wearing pyjamas to a fight, but also not spandex. All Peter knew was that it was a light weight material that didn't tear easily.

Exiting the room with his new suit on, Peter began to test out the newest feature: the mini computer providing a huge bonus to his Spider-Man arsenal. He could even browse the internet on the holographic device! Mr. Stark, however, insisted that Peter allow him to check for bugs on the system and install the correct safety precautions before it could be fully implemented into the Spidey suit. Bummer. Although, Mr. Stark had suggested that they work on some of Peter's ideas so that once the computer was fully operational, Spider-Man would also have a bonus package. The logic behind it was solid, but Peter still felt disappointed to the fact that he couldn't get any upgrades before his next patrol. 'Chance throws peculiar conditions in everyone's way. If we apply intelligence, patience and special vision, we are rewarded with new creative breakthroughs. -Walter Bradford Cannon'. Peter remembered that particular quote due to his engineer teacher spouting about in his lessons, frequently mentioning the dude who said the quote and why. His teacher said he should learn the meaning of the quote and to import into life. Look, he just did it, tick that off of the unimportant life skills checklist. Speaking of 'checking' something, glancing at the time, Peter realised that he hadn't informed his Aunt May that he'd be late home- again. "Err- excuse me , but I gotta t-tell Aunt May that I-I'm stayin' a little longer!" He hurriedly fished for his phone from the depths of his school bag- as Mr. Stark waved his hand absent-mindedly- and began to dial the familiar number. Chewing the bottom of his lip, Peter waited impatiently for Aunt May to pick up. "Peter, honey, you've got to tell me when you're staying out late. You know I worry!" her fretting voice echoed into Peter's ear making him wince apologetically, even if she couldn't see his expression. "Yeah, I know Aunt May and I'm sorry, Mr. Stark wanted me to start work right away." Dissimulated with guilt lacing his words. Mr. Stark raised an eyebrow at his poor excuse, but otherwise continued with his task. "Oh, I hope he's not over working you, sweetie if you want me to talk to him I will." She replied with a hint of malice gracing her speech. Tony visibly paled from his position at the work bench. Peter stifled a giggle by clamping a palm to his lips, successfully making May suspicious: "Something funny you're watching there, Pete?"

"Err- yeah... o-obviously! Anyway, I think Mr. Stark is calling me, I gotta go, see ya bye!" Releasing a sigh of release, Peter turned to face Tony, "what?" he feigned innocence for the sake of it. Mr. Stark shook his head fondly, a small smile appearing on his face; "Hey, let's get back to work OK?" His voice was calm and relaxed as he waited for Peter to sit adjacent to him and he began to work on his own little gadgets.

As they both continued to work on their own personal projects time seemed to flow over them and before any of them could protest FRIDAY interrupted their bickering over which material would work best, "Sir, it would be best if Mr. Parker made his way home now before his Aunt decides to call directly." The artificial intelligence's voice reminded flatly, but Peter could identify the complex amount of emotion being processed through the speakers. Tony slumped in his chair, a pout forming on his mouth as he confirmed the time on his computer. "Aww, can't Peter stay a little bit longer!" Peter was suddenly reminded of a child when they ask for their friends to stay the night.
I wouldn't advice that sir, Mrs. Parker is already concerned about her nephew's health. If you wish, I can attempt to organise a date for Mr. Parker to visit on Sunday." The AI suggested politely. Great, an AI just arranged a play date for Peter to visit the Tony Stark.
"Why not tomorrow? Saturday's always the best!" Tony retorted heatedly.

"May I remind you sir that Mr. Parker needs to finish the projects he has been assigned by his school and to socialise with his friends and family." Peter could tell that the argument had been won judging by the silence produced by Mr. Stark. He marked a point on the imaginary tally. One point to FRIDAY, while Tony lags at zero, catch up next time to see who wins again! Tony scowled to himself, releasing a huff of air: "Fine! But, if I don't see Peter by Sunday, I will personally kidnap him from whatever activity he would be doing." He stated matter-of-factly. An image of Peter asleep and taking a shower while Mr. Stark lingered in the shadows wormed its way into his mind. He shuddered involuntary. "As you wish Sir." The AI responded coolly. Well, at least that was sorted. Wait, did FRIDAY just agree to allow Mr. Stark to kidnap Peter? He blanched uncontrollably.

"Well, Kiddo, you heard FRIDAY, better scoot before your Aunt May decides to chew me out." Tony's voice poorly concealed his glum mood. Packing away his things, Peter listened patiently to Tony's speech on 'road safety' and 'don't talk to strangers' and 'when you see a mugging, change before tackling them'. Mr. Stark handed the papers back to Peter, praising them and continued his tirade about 'finding smart kids these days.'

"Alright, please don't go after some crazy super villian that somehow popped out of McDonald's and you 'accidentally' bumped into him making him drop his fires!" Tony rattled on trying to emphasise his point on protection, while also dangerously waving a wrench. Peter slung his bag over shoulder and strolled towards the elevator, "Yeah, yeah, I know Dad. I'm sure I can keep out of trouble on my way home." The elevator doors slid shut as he finished his sentence, leaving a dumb-struck Tony behind- his hand went slack allowing the wrench to clatter to the floor.

"D-did I just hear correctly, FRIDAY?"
"Your new title?-" Tony dipped his head numbly "- Yes, would you like me to repeat the earlier conversation? Perhaps a DNA test to confirm this revelation?"
"What!? He's not biologically mine!." He paused, pondering his next course of action. "Err- FRIDAY? Could you- do you think you could save that recording to my personal files?"

"Of course, Boss."

Pushing the door closed, Peter tip toed into the small apartment: attempting to enter the building in a discrete fashion. Hovering over towards the fridge, Peter began to search for a snack before high tailing it to bed. Forcing a pancake into his mouth, Peter swivelled around on the balls of his feet, lightly tapping the fridge door closed. He froze mid-stride as he noticed his Aunt with her arms crossed around her abdomen and a scowl marring her features. "Ah can explahn!" He mumbled in between mouthfuls of his food, his brows furrowed expressing apologetically with his hands.

"Oh, no you won't Mister, bed. Now!" she motioned to his bedroom door to which Peter slunk dejectedly. Flopping onto his bed, Peter contemplated the day's events. Twisting his head to face the ceiling, Peter recalled what he had dubbed Tony at the end of the evening. Dad. Smothering his growing blush with his arms, peter groaned dramatically. Of all the people to give the title to. Peter supposed he was OK with Mr. Stark being his father figure, but knowing Tony: he'd be sure to embarrass Peter whenever possible. Uncle Ben had done that to him numerous times before- before he passed. Even though it would mean replacing Ben in some way, Peter didn't mind allowing Tony to be called his Dad, even if he wasn't biologically. Heck, Uncle Ben was simply his Uncle and if Peter remembered anything about his late Uncle- which he certainly did- it would be that he would not be replaced, because Peter would still see him as his father figure. But now, he wasn't the only one.

Peter allowed a smile to grace his lips as he fell peacefully into slumber...

You wouldn't believe it if I hadn't of told you, but I actually wrote this in one day. This is what motivation can do people! Oh, and the fact that this entire piece of fiction was written off the top of my head would be impressive, right? See, my mind decided to throw up words and this became the mess. It's a good mess, I assure you, at least I hope it is...

Anyway, I'd appreciate it if you could leave a comment, whether to simply state your enjoyment, point out some mistakes I made or suggest an idea for what I could present for the next chapter. Unfortunately, I don't have a schedule to run by, so updates might happen randomly- it all depends on my mood, inspiration and spur of the moment motivation, because everyone loves that! Until next time!

-Kyrani Ervin