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Tony Stark Voice Test

When Peter Parker texts Happy, it's in a panic.

Happy
HAPPY
Happy this is important!
I really need Tony's help
May knows I'm Spider-Man
She's freaking out right now
And when she freaks out I freak out
And I'm freaking out now too
Happy
Please tell Tony I need to talk to him

Peter looks down at his phone, waiting for Happy's response. There's nothing. He tries to be patient. Minutes go by with nothing. For a brief moment, he considers texting him again, but just as he's about to thumb in another message his phone vibrates.

UNKNOWN NUMBER

Peter takes a breath and presses his finger against the green Accept Call button, then swipes right.

"Hello?"

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"You said you were going to talk to her," Peter protests. "You shouldn't say something if you don't actually mean it."

"Yeah, yeah, I did. Honestly, I didn't think you took my request that seriously." Tony raised his hands in defense. "Even more honestly? I don't think I'd do anything to help your case. Not gonna lie, I've been sensing a little tiny bit of hostility from Auntie every time I show my face."

He flopped his hands back to his lap. The lecturing was at least easier to swallow than the sympathy.

"If you really and truly want me here, though...I'll do it."

"I just think that you can contribute to the conversation," Peter says. Even if Tony doesn't think he can. "If May knows about all the safeguards in the suit, I think she might respond better."

Even if it's coming from Tony. She's said she's not a big fan of him, but Peter really, really wants her to know that he does care about him enough to make him a suit that kept him mostly-safe.

"I'm staying in the background. Not speaking unless spoken to and all that." Tony tapped his knees restlessly. Getting the stink eye from an angry parental figure was he last way he wanted to spend his afternoon, but a promise was a promise.

"Hey." He nudged Peter's shoulder.

Peter looks over at Tony after he nudges him.

"Mm?"

Tony met Peter's inquisitive stare head on, as he leaned forward onto his knees.

"Call me more often."

Peter genuinely looks surprised at that.

"Really?" he asks. "Are you sure?"

He's always texting Happy and it was clear to him that Happy wasn't happy about it.

The last thing he wanted was to be a bother to Tony.

"Yeah, I mean it." Tony insisted. "I mean, I can't guarantee I always answer right away. Aside from the Avengers nonsense, I'm engaged. Kind of on cloud nine from that."

He clasped his hands together and they gave a little bounce of lingering excitement.

"But I really do mean it. I want to share in the good and the bad of your average high school Spider-Man. Acing your exams, your first love, whatever home intruder you happen to thwart."

Yet another pause.

"Nothing too mundane. Whatever you had for breakfast and added a weird filter on, yeah, not gonna reply to it."

Peter is practically vibrating with happiness at this particular conversation. Even including the quip about sending him pictures of his breakfast, which he'd never do, even to Happy.

But knowing that Tony's really invested in his life... even the mundane things -- that makes him impossibly happy. And it takes everything inside of him to try and hide that excitement, and his momentary big smile is replaced by an awkward quirk of the lips that only makes his joy even more obvious.

"Thanks, Mr. Stark," he says. "Um. Should I still text Happy?"

He's not sure if Happy still wants to be bombarded by his texts if he's going to be going straight to the source.

"Oh yeah. Shoot the guy a "good job!" message every now and again. Spread the validation around." Tony patted him on the back to emphasize that last statement.

"If you're gonna summon me again, kid, make sure you're not grounded, would you? Sneaky is an older model and she just doesn't run as well as her younger siblings. Like going from a Camarro to a Camry."

"Yes, sir," Peter says solemnly. His attempt at looking solemn isn't quite as good as his attempt to sound it.

"Hopefully I'll be grounded after this --" What can he really call what is about to happen? "-- conversation," he finishes. That's really the only way he can describe it.

That might just be a pipe dream, though.

Tony turned his wrist to check his watch once again. About a good fifteen minutes left until showtime at minimum. He flopped back onto Peter's sheets, rocking the bunk bed's frame with his modest weight.

"Wake me up when she gets here, would you? I'm thirty-six hours into a Redbull-powered tinker marathon and I'm coming down."

Peter nods and stands up. "I'll wake you up when she gets here, Mr. Stark."

Peter heads for the door, gives Tony one last smile, and slips through the doorway so Tony could catch a few Zs undisturbed.

Besides, now seemed like a good time to start some coffee.

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