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"Are you really unhappy here?"

Peter's question cut through the relative silence of the woods, which he and Tony were surveying together. If Liz hadn't brought it up to him, he probably wouldn't have noticed, but now, it felt like he was looking for it in every one of Tony's words and in every one of Tony's movements.

It felt like something he should have noticed first, but the two of them hadn't spent much time together ever since he and Alec were fighting in the bar. He wondered if he had made Tony mad, but that wasn't a conversation for now.

Maybe later, but not now. Peter was ready to cut through one issue at a time.

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Data, Peter thinks to himself.

"How many Tony Starks do you know of?" he asks. "I think the only one I've heard about other than you is the one Kitty and Maya know."

Maya and him had a really long conversation about that other Tony a few months after he arrived here.

"Got an earful from Ms. Pryde about myself." Tony's eyebrows popped up. "I think she likes me for me, now. Not keeping track of all the rest."

"Yeah?" he asks. "I think there's 2 or 3 Peters that I know of. One possibly-me, if you include Annie. All older than I am." That was kinda weird.

The talk of other-thems makes Peter think of that conversation he had with Maya months and months ago. Now doesn't seem like a good time to talk about it, though. The whole day's been a series of rollercoasters for them.

"What do you think of Kitty?"

Finally committing, Tony hopped onto the bank. The stories of kids wandering in the woods was something he missed out on, but he was starting to see the appeal.

"Kind of a spitfire, ain't she?"

"Yeah, kinda. She's been here longer than I have. I take classes with her sometimes."

Peter presses his lips together. Part of him wants to ask Tony if he'd consider teaching him too, but somehow it feels too difficult to ask.

"I do art with Piotr and history with Professor River, too."

"She and I are planning on raising a baby. A lab baby." Tony bounced on his heels as he waited for Peter to cross. "Haven't met the other two, yet."

"Piotr's really quiet," he says. "He's a mutant, like Kitty. And Professor River is cool. Really cool. She has really great hair, too, and really smart."

Listening to Peter chat about his experiences, the people he met--it was nice. There was no other way to describe it. Tony had to step back and appreciate it.

"Spider-Man. Making friends. Taking names. I need to take a page of your book."

"If you stay here long enough, I'm sure you'll make a lot of friends," Peter says. "I only made as many as I have because I've been here so long."

Almost 13 months now.

"If you're in the mood to make more, I'll introduce you. To Poi--to Thor. I've mentioned you enough, God knows he wants to meet Spider-Son." Tony walked backwards ahead of Peter. "He's also had a rough time lately, so this'll be good for him."

It never even occurred to him that he might be under-the-weather. Peter hadn't really interacted with him at all since Thor's arrival, but he had seen his journal entries and he seemed to be in a pretty good mood most of the time.

"What, because of his breakup?"

That really seems like the only rational reason Peter can think of why Thor would be having a rough time.

"I'm sure he'll find someone eventually," he says. "I mean, he's good-looking and he's nice and the girls at school would talk about him in gym class."

And Tony, too, but it felt weird admitting that the girls in his class seemed to favor marrying him in their games of Eff, Marry, Kill.

"Uh. Yeah. I'm sure." Tony turned back ahead, pushing his hands in his pockets. "He got any takers yet?"

He really couldn't resist. Damn the curiosity.

"It's not like I'm watching him or anything," Peter says quickly. The last thing he wants is for Tony to think he's some sort of Thor stalker. "But I have seen him hanging out with Jane and Professor River and Clarice sometimes."

"They're probably just friends." Tony replied just as quickly. "Everyone needs friends."

"Yeah, probably," Peter says. "I had friends of all genders at my school. It wasn't always just me and Ned."

He was increasingly starting to feel like the other kids in Decathlon were his friends, too. Especially MJ.

Satisfied, Tony sighed through his nose. On the list of secrets, this one in particular was nearing the top. He couldn't even imagine how Peter would handle that little bomb.

"Everyone deserves someone. I like to think, anyway."

"Yeah, if they want someone," Peter says. "Some people don't really want anyone, and I think that's okay, too."

They're not very far from camp now, and it's starting to get late, so it's probably good timing.

"Sometime, will you tell me about the people you dated when you were my age?" he asks.

"All the people I 'dated.' Right." Tony had to think--really think of any qualifiers. "There were a few outside of all the flings."

"Like, total?" Peter looks at Tony, incredulous. "Or just in high school?"

"Sticking strictly to high school, here." Tony hastened his steps as camp approached. "While I first had faith in romance. I lost it, got it back, peaks and valleys."

"Then, you'll have to tell me about that sometime, too." Peter gives him a tight-lipped little grin just as they reach camp. "I should probably send Liz a message though."

Peter turns and starts jogging backwards towards his tent, where his journal sits at one end of his sleeping bag. "Hot dogs tonight, Mr. Stark?" he asks.

"I'll get 'em going." So much for the moratorium on red meat. "You send your love letters, Pete. Take your time."

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