Hey y'alls. Gosh so I haven't written in years. You can probably tell. These are just gonna be some one-shots with Tony and Peter bonding. I just saw the movie and thought Peter was adorbs. Please review, let me know what you think? Takes place after Homecoming.

"What's wrong with you, kid?"

"Me?" Peter shot his head up from where it was leaning against the window. "Something wrong? Nothing – nothing!"

Tony raised his eyebrows while still looking down at his phone screen. "Nothing? You're a lot less chatty than usual."

Peter shrugged. Truth was, he wasn't feeling super great. He'd had to skip breakfast that morning and there wasn't much in the cupboard to pack for lunch. Actually, there wasn't really much at all so he'd just brought a granola bar. He was flipping hungry and it had thrown his whole day off. His hands were shaky, head dizzy, and thoughts clouded.

"Hey!" Tony punched Peter's shoulder repeatedly. "What's wrong with you, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you, what's wro - "

"Augh! All right!" Peter yelled, pushing Tony's hand away. "Jeez!"

"Well," Tony smirked. "I asked you a question and you didn't answer. We can't be going and working in the lab if you're all melancholy."

Peter scoffed. "Melancholy? I'm not melancholy!"

"Yeah, you've been a damn delight, all sulking and shit," said Tony, rolling his eyes. "Usually you're bouncing off the walls, talking and talking and – "

"Nah, pretty sure that's your voice," said Peter, smirking. "I've never met someone that talks more than you do."

Tony nodded slightly. "Fair enough. Come on now kid," He finally looked up from his phone, over at Peter. "What's the deal? Girl reject you? Fail a quiz? Trip up the stairs? Didn't duck for a bully? Oh damn, damn that better not be it."

"Um, no no no and no. I'm seriously good. Just not feeling too hot, that's all." Peter looked down at his hands.

"What? You sick? Gross."

"No I'm not – not – I dunno I guess I'm just kinda um," Peter chewed on his thumbnail in between words. "Hungry, ya know?" He looked over sheepishly at Tony.

Tony's eyes squinted. "Well that's the fu – wait that word's too much for you. The flipping saddest thing I ever heard in my life. What, did your lunch get stolen or something?"

Peter's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Gosh Tony probably thought he was such a loser. "Nah, I just didn't have time to pack much."

"Did you eat breakfast?"

"Ah, no. No time." His cheeks grew hotter. "Honestly Mr. Stark, it's not a big deal. I just feel a little extra woozy if I don't eat now. Ever since the spider bite, I don't know why – "

"You probably need more food now, damn Peter. Don't go skipping meals and shit."

"Hey, that's a bad word too." Said Peter, smirking.

Tony grinned. "It's a little more toned down. Happy!" He leaned over to look at his driver in the rearview mirror. "Peter is hungry!"

Happy groaned. "Well what the hell am I supposed to do about it?"

"I don't know, get him a damn taco or something, he's freaking starving to death! He needs food!"

Peter spoke feebly. "Actually, it's not to death."

"Shush, kiddie. Happy! Taco!"

"Well does he even want a damn taco?"

"Hey please don't say the word 'damn' around the kid, jeez what's wrong with you." Tony looked over at Peter, who was giggling. Tony's mouth curved slightly. "Do you want a taco Peter? Several tacos? A hamburger? Lobster?"

Peter crossed his legs up on the seat. "Um, a taco's fine. Whatever's cheapest."

"Don't ever say whatever's cheapest to me ever ever ever ever ever – "

"Boss!" Happy twisted around to look at Tony. "Where am I going?"

" – again. Happy, keep your eyes on the road there's precious cargo in here." He looked sideways at Peter, who was giggling again. "Me. I'm the precious cargo."

"Right," said Happy, looking at Tony in the mirror. He swerved in between lanes, eventually swinging into a parking lot.

"Cool, perfect. Happy go get the kid," Tony leaned his back against the window and looked at Peter. "What do you want? Chicken, pork, lobster?"

Happy rolled his eyes. "It's a taco shack. They don't have lobster you fu – "

Tony slapped the side of Happy's head, cutting him off. "Ahh! Dude! His ears will bleed."

"I can go in, Happy," said Peter quickly, noticing the frustrated look on the man's face. "You don't have to."

Tony's hand waved spastically. "Nah, what if you get kidnapped or something. Hap, get the kid ten with – " He looked expectantly over at Peter.

"Uh just – just chicken. But Tony – "

"Chop chop, Hap."

Happy pushed the door open, grumbling. Peter jumped at the sound of it slamming. Tony chuckled.

"Chill kid, take a breath." said Tony. Peter actually took a deep one. "Hey," Tony's face and tone changed slightly. He put a hand on Peter's shoulder. "Take another one."

Peter did, shakily. He felt a pit in his gut. He was glad Mr. Stark was being so cool and getting him food and being his friend. But he kinda hated taking handouts and he hated that there was an actual problem. He wasn't stupid. He noticed May taking more and more shifts. He noticed her worried eyes and tired face. He knew she'd said she would go grocery shopping soon but kept putting it off. The pay check hadn't come yet. He got the picture.

Tony and Peter sat in silence for a couple minutes. Peter felt like it should be awkward but it really wasn't. Not anymore. He'd been spending more and more time with Tony and things flowed easier now. It was nice.

He looked over at Tony and gave him a wobbly smile. "I'm good, Mr. Stark. Really." Peter said quietly.

"Jeez kid, you really hungry? You've got like, food at your place, right?" He said it in a half joking voice. He froze when he saw a flicker of panic on Peter's face. It was just a small moment, but Tony saw.

Peter put a smile back on his face. "Yeah, man. Yeah, yeah. We've got food we're good. I'm just dumb, don't keep track of time – you know. All over the place. Yeah."

"Yeah," repeated Tony. "And you say I talk a lot." He inched his hand a little from Peter's shoulder, placing his arm fully around him. Peter looked up at Tony's face, a slight glow in his eyes.

'Gosh what a good kiddo,' Tony thought. "Kid, do you – "

"All right!" said Happy, bursting into the car. "Ten tacos for the kid who's apparently starving and needs ten damn – oh – " Happy paused when he saw the arm around Peter's shoulder and the pale complexion on the kid's face. "Were we having a moment?"

Tony grabbed the bag of tacos from Happy's hand and placed them in Peter's lap. "Ya we're having a moment. I'm always having a moment, Hap, you know this by now." He looked down at Peter. "Kid could ya eat? For the love of – "

"Oh, right, right," said Peter, scrambling into the bag. He shoved two tacos into his mouth within ten seconds. Gosh he was starving. Already he felt his body calm, his hands still slightly, and his head clear. He shoved two more tacos in. Tony laughed but Peter ignored him.

"Well we can go now Happy. Gosh, do people think I've got all day – getting tacos and shit." He stopped quickly, catching Peter's guilty expression. "Kidding, kidding kid. Jeez eat your food like a good child."

Peter gave a shy smile. Tony shot him a wink and fingered the checkbook in his pocket. Looked like he'd need to be giving his little intern a pretty hefty check soon…

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