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"Alright, kiddies, looks like it's about time to head out," Tony said, surveying the class in front of him. Today had gone well, overall, though he was sure Peter would give him an earful about it later tonight. He did do exactly what he'd been asked not to, after all.
He just couldn't help himself. He had a kid, and an amazing one at that; he just had had to show the world how proud he was. or, maybe not the world, but whoever would listen.
At least he'd convinced the others to keep a good distance. Scott had wanted to do the most absurd things to embarrass the poor kid. Clint had managed to sneak off trough tehe vents, but he'd had Nat wrangle him back into submission.
Still, he had to embarrass the kid a little. he felt it was part of his fatherly duties. What kind of dad would he be if he didn't ruffle the kid's hair or make dumb dad jokes at every opportunity? It'd be a crime, he reasoned with himself, not to.
Peter's class, for the most part, was loving it. Even MJ was smiling a little as they made their way to the lobby. She was doodling in her notebook, watching Peter and that kid Flash animatedly talk about Harry Potter, both giggling like idiots.
That was an... interesting development. Peter looked happy around the kid, so Tony would hold off on the shovel talk for now. MJ seemed to have covered it earlier, anyhow.
"Alright, you've got," Tony glanced at his watch, "ten minutes. Go pick anything you'd like from the gift shop. It's on me. Kid, c'mere." the class scampered off excitedly, even Flash, who waved at Peter before going with MJ and Ned into the gift shop.
"So." Tony started, waving Peter over to a bench nearby. They sat down, peter instinctively leaning his head onto Tony's shoulder. it made him grin. Peter was so affectionate, it was wonderful. "Flash, huh?"
Peter groaned, burying his head further into Tony's suit jacket.
"You two seem to get along, eh? MJ sure thought so. She was drawing you two lovebirds all the tour. Gotta say, I tend to like her happy drawings better than the crisis ones. Especially when they're of you." He chuckled, moving to card a hand through Peter's hair. "So, you gonna ask him out?"
The kid jerked up and out of Tony's hold, leaning back in surprise. "Ask him out! Mr. Stark, are you crazy?"
"Maybe. I've been told that," Tony mused, grinning, "But I know what I saw. Ask him, kid."
"...But what if he says no?"
"He won't. Peter, you're like, the coolest kid ever. You know me," Peter rolled his eyes, but he was grinning, "And you're kind and selfless and funny and blah blah blah. Point is, kid, you're a catch. If Flash turns you down, he's an idiot, okay?'
Peter seemed hesitant, disbelieving, but nodded, looking sheepishly away. "...Fine. I'll ask him." He looked up sharply. "But don't you dare try anything, Mr. Stark."
Tony smirked. "Wouldn't dream of it," He lied.
"Mr. Stark." Peter warned, worry in his voice. He was all wide-eyed, it was hilarious.
"Of course not, kid. When you're around."
"Mr. Stark! Tony!"
Tony cackled, shrugging. Peter was all red now, and he practically shouted, "Dad!" But he was smiling too now, leaning back into Tony's shoulder.
"Boss, there's a fire in the R&D labs. Your assistance is required." FRIDAY said from above them. Tony sighed.
"I gotta go deal with that, can you take the kiddos out?"
Peter saluted cheekily. tony rolled his eyes and stood, moving towards the gift shop entrance, where the students were gathering. Peter followed.
"See you for dinner? Nat's making pizza, and Scott's binging Cassie over. So, we need you on babysitting duty."
"Can do, Mr. Stark." He put his arms out. This was Tony's favorite part.
He wrapped his arms around the kid, leaning down to put a fatherly kiss o the kid's forehead , to which Peter stuck out his tongue.
"Bye, Dad."
"Bye, Peter. Love ya."
"Yeah yeah, love you too, see you at dinner!"
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It was quiet on the bus, a tense blanket settling over the students. They were all just kinda.... looking at Peter, but every time he looked back at them they all turned away. He was getting fed up.
"Okay, what?" He snapped, glaring at Cindy, who happened to be closest. She leaned back, falling practically into Abe's lap. They both blushed.
"Dude," Charles breathed, "Your life is so cool."
Peter caught Flash's eye from across the bus. He smiled. Flash smiled back.
"Yeah, it is."