Two weeks had passed since Aunt May had died, and Peter had only started packing his things today. He could blame it on mourning for the loss of his only remaining family member, but he prided himself on honesty, and to be honest, he was just procrastinating. He squinted up at a crack in the ceiling before he inhaled slowly. He really didn't want to leave the apartment and go live somewhere else, but it's not like he could live alone at the ripe old age of 16 years old.
"Hey, Underoos! You got everything ready to go?"
Peter startled at Tony's sudden entrance and jumped a little from his spot on the bed. "Mr. Stark, what are you doing here?" He watched as his mentor-figure snooped around his room casually.
Mr. Stark raised an eyebrow at all of the clothes lying on the ground. "Well, I was going to pick you and your stuff up to go to the Tower, but it looks like you aren't ready yet. Need any help, kid?" He kicked at a pair of dark wash jeans in his way and sat on the edge of the bed. Peter winced.
"I...didn't realize it was time to work on the suit," he murmured.
Mr. Stark rolled his eyes and clicked a button on his watch before standing. "It's not. Now, get dressed, and I'll drive you over myself while Happy packs your stuff." The billionaire gestured for Peter to follow him and headed out into the main living area.
Peter shook his head and raced to catch up with Tony, who was already halfway to the rickety old elevator. "Mr. Stark, we should probably take the stairs." He led the older man to a small door just off the main hallway. "Here we go. Anyway, why are we going to the tower if we aren't working on the suit?"
"Jeez, kid, just be quiet for a second. We're moving you into the tower, blah blah blah, now I gotta make a call. Shush, for god's sake." Peter shut up and watched as Mr. Stark pulled a top-of-the-line phone out of seemingly nowhere. "Hey, can you set up a meeting with the board of directors? I gotta..."
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The car pulled into the parking garage under the tower and Peter hopped out as soon as it stopped. "Mr. Stark, I can't believe you're letting me stay here! Are you sure it's okay with the Avengers that I'm—"
The billionaire cut him off. "It's fine, kid. It's literally my tower, if they disagreed I'd kick them out. Now, go call the elevator." Peter rushed to obey him and pressed the up button. Mr. Stark followed at a more leisurely pace.
When they got on the elevator, Peter looked to his mentor. "What now? Am I going to meet the Avengers? Where will I stay? Can I still be Spiderman?"
Mr. Stark looked exasperated. "Shut up, kid."
