Chapter One- A Brooklyn Boy

"Stark-"

"C'mon, Steve, just one night!" The brunette pleaded looking up at the famous Captain America with big eyes. They were only six inches apart; Tony had to tell himself repeatedly not to run his hands through the blonde's perfectly styled hair.

The Captain took a step back and sat on one of the stools in the lab pondering. He unconsciously was rubbing his hands together, something he always did when he was thinking or nervous or both. Tony had realized it the first day they meet. Surrounded by the technology that was so usual for Tony but so foreign to Steve made the fearless leader itch with discomfort and he began rubbing his hands together. Any mention of Peggy caused the blonde to squeeze his hands together. When Loki was around at almost unnoticeable moments the Captain was rubbing his hands together behind his back.

Now even after the Loki Incident and Peggy slowly retreating to the back of his mind and he was getting used to the new technology Steve was still nervous. Tony always made his nerves stand on end. Not out of discomfort, no, that had faded long ago. Instead there was always the nagging feeling deep in his stomach. Something he had not felt since his time with Peggy.

"Fine." Steve grumbled crossing his arms. Tony pumped his fist in the air and smiled brightly at the Captain who was shaking his head at the man's excitement.

"We'll leave here at seven and you will want to wear a suit." Tony told him as he walked to the door and started to exit his lab. Just after walking through the door he peeked his head back in and as an afterthought said, "But not your Captain America suit."

Out of tune humming of Thunder by ACDC sounded down the hallway on his way to his bedroom. On his way he found Natasha texting with quick fingers and he decided to twirl her around holding the hand not clutching the phone.

"Jesus, what's gotten you into such a good mood? Your new headshots came in early?" Natasha joked while trying to stop Tony from continuing on a dance with her.

"Ha ha, very funny. No, I'm going on a date tonight." Stark replied a smirk playing on his lips after finally letting Natasha go from the twirl.

The red headed woman raised a manicured eyebrow and returned his smirk. "Over Pepper already then?"

The billionaire groaned and closed his eyes before responding, "It has been three months and we parted on…fair terms." Tony winced at the memory of Pepper's shoe flying towards his face.

"Well good luck on your date, Stark. But I have a lot of work to do." Natasha started to walk towards the lab.

"Toodles!" Tony called after her in a sing song tone before making his way to his room again.

"JARVIS, make reservations for two at the Balthazar for seven thirty!" Tony called out to the computer once he stepped inside his large bedroom. He sat at his desk and pulled up files about alterations to Spiderman's suit. Since Peter joined the Avengers Tony had taken him under his wing and was improving some of his gear.

"Yes, sir." JARVIS responded. Tony sung to himself while he fixed the finishing touches on the mask design. No more popped out sunglass lenses for Peter. He picked up his phone and rang Peter.

"Hey what's up, Tony?" the teenage superhero asked warmly. Tony could hear a movie or TV show playing in the background.

"Quit catching up on Gossip Girl and come to my room I want to show you the new design."

"Aw, but Chuck is just about to tell Blair he loves her!" Peter mockingly whined.

"See you soon, Spidery." Tony hung up before he could reply with another sarcastic comeback. A minute later the lanky brunette walked in. His hoodie hung on him loosely and his jeans were raggedy like always.

"We're going clothes shopping for you one day. If you are living under my roof you are not wearing jeans with holes in them." Tony commented as Peter strolled towards him and fell into a chair.

It had been three months since his aunt had died from a mistaken encounter with one of Spiderman's enemies. No one dared to try to talk about it with Peter, whenever someone had tried there was screaming and crying and lots of thrown objects at lots of heads. Even Natasha couldn't get him to calm down and talk. Fury had Peter live in the Stark tower before everyone moved to the Avengers Mansion. Tony and Peter basically bonded instantly over snarky lines and the shared love of science and engineering.

Peter rolled his eyes and whispered, "Says the man who wears band tees and tank tops almost every day."

Tony chuckled and spread out the designs on a bigger screen. Peter whistled behind him and nodded his head. The genius turned and smiled. Peter zoomed in on the description of the fabric of the suit leaning over the older brunette.

"Can withhold the impact of a small bullet." Peter read over Tony's shoulder he looked at the smug genius in disbelief and gawked. "You're joking right?"

"Afraid not, Spidery. If you weave in the fabric from some light metals and what bulletproof vests are made of, basically just a shitload of nylon, then if the bullet doesn't have too much speed and size then the suit can reflect it. And it will help you from any falls or hard hits."

Peter looked impressed and sank back down in his chair.

"Falling, that reminds me. You should look over some of my new formulas for the webs. I think I have some ideas on improving their strength." Peter mentioned.

Tony stretched and replied, "Okay but can't tonight. I've got a date."

"Oh, really?" Peter suddenly lightened up and a dumb grin spread on his face, "Wait, did Steve say yes?"

"Well…a grumbled 'fine' but that's basically a yes. I'm taking him to the Balthazar in a couple of hours."

Peter started to laugh and Tony shot him a questioning look. Peter explained, "A five star French restaurant? He's from Brooklyn! I bet he would rather get some cheeseburgers not snails."

"But I already made reservations…" Tony groaned.

"Well, it's your funeral to awkward town." Peter laughed patting Tony on his shoulder. Tony cursed under his breath.