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Up Up (and Away We Go)

Summary:

Everyone knows that Peter's field trips never go well.

This time it's no different.

A flustered SI employee, FRIDAY just following protocol, and a thoroughly embarrassed Peter ensue.

Notes:

I'm a sucker for IronDad and SpiderSon.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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Peter’s field trips always ended in disaster. Everyone knew this: Happy, May, his Uncle Rhodey, his mum, his dad. They all knew that as long as Peter was going on a field trip, something was bound to go wrong. 

 

Which is why May had laughed in his face when he brought the permission slip over for her to sign during his visit to her and Happy. A field trip to his own house was apparently the funniest thing his aunt had ever heard of, because Peter’s never-ending suffering was her main source of entertainment, clearly. 

 

Still, the fact that they hadn’t changed his primary guardian from May to Tony yet on his school papers may have saved him some face this time. He couldn’t even imagine the embarrassment he would have faced if he had to ask his dad to sign the permission slip for him. Tony would have never let it go, and he would’ve one hundred per cent found a way to make the field trip a million times more humiliating for Peter than it already was. 

 

Which is how he found himself where he was right now, standing in the middle of the Stark Industries lobby, bunched together with his classmates and garnering a few curious looks from other visitors hanging around the lobby as they listened to their tour guide, Emily or something. 

 

“These are your badges, they’re visitor badges, and yes, you may keep them once the field trip is over. If you turn them over, you’ll see that they’re embossed with the SI logo.” Emily grinned as she said so, passing out white badges marked with the word "VISITOR" in bold on the front. Her confident smile faltered when she arrived in front of Peter, her little tray empty of badges. 

 

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, chewing slightly on her lower lip as she glanced back at the tray. “It seems we’re short of one badge…” She paused for a moment, her mind travelling a mile a minute. “No matter, you just promise to stick with the group and not wander off for now. I’ll make a call and have someone meet us with a badge for you later on.”

 

Peter nodded quickly, puffing out a quick sigh of relief at not having his cover blown. That and the fact that Flash hadn’t noticed the little mix-up, too busy taking photos of the lobby, likely for his Instagram account. He hoped it would stay this way for the rest of the day; he didn’t need the drama of his classmates finding out that he had been adopted by the one and only Tony Stark today. In fact, he had begged his dad not to even announce it to the majority of the SI staff, not wanting the extra attention it would garner him quite yet. He wasn’t planning on keeping it a secret forever; he just wanted to do so for long enough to savour his new family. 

 

“Now, your badges are attached — so to say — to my badge. This means that you won’t be able to go anywhere in the building without me. If you were to try to do so, an alarm would go off and alert the tower AI, FRIDAY. She runs the entire building,” Emily explained as they began making their way towards one of the lifts. “Most people are not authorised to converse with FRIDAY. I can speak to her directly, of course, ask her to bring me to certain floors or request a message to be sent to someone, but she won’t respond to me. There are very few people she will respond to.”

 

With a high-pitched ‘ding’, one of the lift doors opened, and they all began crowding themselves onto it, Peter biting his tongue to stop himself from greeting FRIDAY like he was so used to doing. Instead, he wandered his way to the back of the lift, pressing himself up against the wall, the cool metal soothing his nerves, distracting him from the buzz of his spidey-sense in the back of his mind. He was at home, and he knew all the security measures that SI undertook to ensure complete safety and confidentiality. Whatever the threat was, it wasn’t a large one; his sense was just whispering to him — instead of the usual screaming it would be doing if they were in any sort of mortal danger. 

 

“The cool thing about FRIDAY is, once you’re an established individual in the building, she begins to recognise your patterns. Which means she knows your habits and your place of work and will take you to whichever floor you work on directly, without you having to so much as press a button,” Emily’s hands waved around as she continued to explain the inner workings of the tower to Peter’s classmates. “Take me, for example. FRIDAY knows that I’m a tour guide for all SI-related field trips, so she’s going to take us to the tenth floor first, where the SI and Avengers museum is.”

 

Peter closed his eyes and fought the urge to sigh loudly at that. Not that he didn’t love museums, but after months of living in the tower and having free access to all the floors, he had long since memorised everything the museum had to offer when it came to SI and how it began. He was also acutely aware of the fact that there was a new Spider-Man display in the Avengers museum, and whilst most of his classmates had no idea that he was their favourite vigilante, he knew for a fact that Ned would make a big deal out of it.

 

“Right, here we are-,” Emily began to say as they approached the tenth floor, cutting herself off when the lift showed no signs of slowing down, only continuing to go upwards. “Okay, that’s a bit odd. Maybe we’re heading to the legal department first?”

 

They quickly blew past that on floor twenty, too. 

 

“Okay…” Emily paused, glancing up at the numbers flashing on the screen nervously. “Maybe PR? Or maybe FRIDAY’s decided we’re doing the tour backwards today and we’re starting with the labs,” she tried to sound confident, but the entire AcaDec team could hear the edge of panic in her voice, glancing around at each other, shifting their feet and wringing their hands. 

 

“Maybe some of the floors are out of commission?” Ned supplied, helpfully, swallowing thickly when his teammates all turned to stare at him. 

 

Emily shook her head, eyebrows furrowed. “Not that I know of, no,” she responded, blinking rapidly as they continued to ascend past the sixtieth floor. “I would have been informed if that were the case, but we just seem to keep going up. I’ve never been past the sixty-fifth floor, so I have no idea what’s going on.”

 

“Oh my God, was FRIDAY hacked?!” Flash cried out, whipping his head around, all panicked. “Oh, no, we’re going to be trapped in here forever!” 

 

“No!” their tour guide exclaimed, maybe a bit too forcefully. “No,” she repeated, calmer this time, her cheeks slightly rosy from embarrassment. “FRIDAY is practically impossible to hack; there is the possibility that Dr. Stark is performing an update on her at the current moment, and it’s causing her pattern recognition to glitch,” she explained, the discomfort on her face becoming obvious as the numbers on the screen indicated that they were now approaching the ninety-third floor. 

 

Oh. Oh no.

 

Peter knew exactly what was happening now. FRIDAY wasn’t glitching, no, she recognised him first, before she registered that Emily was there, and since Peter was all access and the heir to the company, as soon as he stepped into the employee lift rather than the private one, FRIDAY immediately prioritised him as per the Mini-Stark protocol. 

 

“Oh, I am so fucked,” he murmured, ignoring the curious glance that Betty shot him from his right and Mr. Harrington’s hiss of ‘language’. 

 

The lift finally began to slow to a stop as they got closer to the top of the tower. Emily’s eyebrows were now likely permanently frozen in an entirely petrified expression with the amount of stress this was causing her. 

 

“Um, I’m not sure what we’re meant to do in a situation like this,” she spoke up, turning to face the team and their teacher. “I’ve never been up here. Floors seventy to eighty-eight are the Avengers’ quarters, and eighty-nine to ninety-three are the Starks’ private quarters.”

 

Whispers and murmurs of excitement rippled amongst his teammates while Peter was just silently praying to the Gods, even Thor, that a hole in the floor of the lift would just open up and let him plummet down to his death as FRIDAY pulled the lift to a stop and the doors opened with another high-pitched ‘ding’.

 

“Welcome home, Peter!” FRIDAY’s Irish lilt was a little more expressive than what Emily would have heard on the staff floors, Peter closing his eyes and mentally counting to three before pushing himself off the wall and walking forward, ignoring the stares he was receiving from the group. “You’re back early today. I have informed Boss of your arrival, and he is on his way. ETA seven seconds.”

 

“Thanks, Fri,” he chirped back, stepping off the lift and beckoning the group behind him to do the same. “I’m supposed to be here on a field trip, I’m part of Emily’s group over here, but, uh, you seem to have completely bypassed the tour floors.”

 

“I’m sorry, Peter,” FRIDAY responded, the boy’s classmates and tour guide awkwardly shuffling into the hallway behind him, although Flash looked like he was about to have a seizure at any given moment. “As per protocol, I am required to prioritise you the moment you utilise any of the employee lifts instead of the private one.”

 

“Yes, FRIDAY, you did good, sweetheart.” 

 

The sound of Tony Stark’s voice startled Peter’s teammates and Emily, though Peter was completely unfazed.

“Hey, kiddo, what are you doing home so early?” Tony murmured, walking forward and wrapping his arms around his son. Naturally, Peter couldn’t resist hugging his dad back. 

 

“Technically, I’m not home yet,” he responded, pulling away enough to glance back at his AcaDec team, most of whom had their jaws on the floor. “I’m supposed to be on a field trip, but your protocol made Fri prioritise my patterns and took us straight up here instead of following the tour itinerary.”

 

“Whoops,” Tony huffed, though he didn’t sound all that sorry at all in Peter’s well-informed opinion. “Fri, be a darling and update the Mini-Stark protocol, will you? From now on, if Peter uses any of the employee lifts, you’re required to ask him what he’s doing. If it is a non-emergency, drop off any other person in the lift with him on their floor before bringing him up to the penthouse.”

 

“Protocol updated,” FRIDAY chirped. “Would you like to update the Peter: My Baby protocol as well, Boss?”

 

“Dad!” Peter exclaimed, pulling away completely from Tony, his face expressing the utter betrayal he was going through at the moment. “What on God’s green Earth is that protocol? Why would you name it that? Oh my God, this is humiliating,” he grumbled, turning to face his teammates. “Pretend you never heard that.”

 

Tony snorted, crossing his arms and shaking his head. “Just the protocol I have in place for your health, Bambino. The moment you set foot in this building, Fri scans you for any injuries or symptoms of illness.”

 

“Ugh, helicopter parent,” Peter mumbled, rolling his eyes before turning to his teammates. “See? No biggie, Fri wasn’t hacked, we’re all safe, and now things should be running smoothly. Let’s get going?”

 

“What do you mean by ‘no biggie’?!” Cindy exclaimed, the first to find her words, while the others continued to just stare. “You just had a conversation with Tony Stark. You called him dad. And now you’re trying to dismiss this as a little slip-up? No! What is happening?”

 

“Hm,” Tony hummed, stepping forward and wrapping an arm around Peter’s shoulders, reaching up to ruffle his hair. “How about we give you an explanation on our way down to legal? Some NDAs need to be drafted up for you lot to sign, and the ride down should be enough for you to get the picture.”

 

He was met with enthusiastic nods and a less enthusiastic grumble from Peter, who reluctantly allowed himself to get pulled towards the still-open lift, tucking himself into his dad’s side as his teammates filed in after them. 

 

“Legal, please, sweetheart,” Tony purred, plastering on his dazzling press smile and turning to the kids in the lift. “Now, what would you like to know?”  

Notes:

Yeah, so... Hi.

For those of you who read my other fanfics, I'm so terribly sorry. I've had a bit of a rough year and got out of a 3-year relationship earlier this year, and the thought of writing romance just... I couldn't do it. I've been slowly powering through the third chapter of Buzz, and I promise I won't be leaving it unfinished, but please bear with me while I try to get back into the swing of writing romance.

With that being said, I LOVE IRONDAD AND SPIDERSON. I've been especially obsessed with them recently and just HAD to write smth, I've been itching to, and Peter's field trip to SI seemed to be the perfect introduction to writing my favourite father-son duo.

I hope you guys enjoyed this one as much as I did and I hope to be writing more of them in the future.