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It is a clear, windless day when Peter Parker steps outside the Madonna Inn, a backpack slung over his shoulder. Peter is grateful for the good weather. It's still a little nippy out (his nose tickles from the cold), but it's nothing that Peter can handle after fifteen New York winters.

Peter quickens his pace afterwards and jogs over to where Tony Stark is already standing on the Madonna Inn's mostly-empty parking lot. "Hey! Ready to get started?"

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Peter dampens his lips and looks down; he wishes that he had been working on something because he could pretend to be so busily working on it that he didn't notice how intensely Tony was looking at him.

"Sorry, it was a stupid thing to ask," he says, avoiding Tony's eyes.

"You say that like What Happens At The Inn, Stays At The Inn." Tony pulled him in for another side hug, holding him there against him.

Peter lets himself be pulled in.

"I mean you got work and Avengers and stuff," he says. "And I have school and Academic Decathlon and being Spider-Man."

“Yeah?” Tony gave his back a firm pat. “You’re worried about our worlds getting siloed off.”

"I mean, we do have a lot of free time here."

“It won’t be day to day like this once we’re home.” Tony brought his hand back to rest on Peter’s shoulder closest to him. “Weekends?”

"Weekends, yeah," Peter says, nodding. "You should come over for dinner sometime, too. May makes a lot of strange food, but most of the time it's pretty good."

Turkey meatloaf notwithstanding.

"Can I trust her not to sabotage it?" Tony chuckled, all too aware of the woman's distaste.

"Yeah," he says. "I think if you come around a little more, May might really start to like you."

"Well, then I've got no choice." Tony winked. "Look. I get it. The Distant Dad cliche. I've got as little interest in perpetuating as you are in living it."

Peter dampens his lips.

"Can I ask you something?" he asks. "About that time we were in the car after Berlin?"

"Yeah." Tony brought his hand back, laying his pen down to rest on the table.

"Were you just... not used to people hugging you? Or was it just weird because it was me?" Peter pauses there, realizes how it might be interpreted, then quickly scrambles to clarify:

"I mean, I guess we didn't really know each other then."

"...What?" Not the smart nor cool response to give, but Tony could only squint. Whatever Peter was getting at, he was coming up blank with the recall.

"The car door thing," Peter says, embarrassed at being the only one who remembers it.

"Yeah...car door thing." Tony slowly nodded, his expression as blank as his recall. "Let's pretend I need a refresher. That day was a little hectic."

Understatement.

That embarrassment only grows. What felt like something so impactful to him was probably just another day of being Tony Stark to Tony.

"We were, uh -- we were in the car and we were talking about the Avengers. You gave this whole talk about how I shouldn't do anything you would do and shouldn't do anything you wouldn't do."

Peter pauses there, briefly. Those details aren't really relevant but he gives them out anyway. "Happy left the case outside my door and then you just leaned over to open the car door, but I thought you were coming in for a hug and it turned out you weren't."

"Ah." Awkward. "Yeah, I can see that."

"You don't remember it?" Maybe he shouldn't have brought it up.

Tony tossed his arms up uselessly. "I'd had a long day, Pete. I probably forgot what I said the second it left my mouth."

Peter doesn't say anything. He'd always assumed that it was because they weren't close enough (what Tony had said) or that Tony wasn't big on hugs (a definite possibility, too), but he never considered it might not have been a great day for Tony.

It probably should have. They were fighting Tony's former allies. That couldn't have been easy. But somehow, those details managed to slip his mind, lost in the excitement of a new suit, a new country, and a new fight with the Avengers.

"It's not important," Peter insists. "You need any help with that?" he gestures to what Tony's working on.

"Unimportant to bring up out of the blue?" Tony sighed inwardly, but gave Peter's hair another affectionate tousling. "Yeah. Mind if I leave the AI in charge while I hit up the little boy's room?"

"Sure," Peter says. The AI got mentioned a few times, but Peter never had the chance to actually talk to them.

Detaching his arc reactor from its nest in his sweater, Tony laid it on the surface of the table and gave it a tap. The armor was brought forth, and it quickly rose into a sit.

"The boy wants to meet you. You copy?" The armor merely nodded as it tapped its own helmet.

Peter gives the AI, now in their new body, an appraising look.

"What's your name?" he asks, extending a hand to them.

Edited 2019-02-03 04:55 (UTC)