These are random things that come into my brain. Some are interconnected, some are random scenes.

I'm putting this as complete. If I get more, I'll add more, but unless I get more ideas, this is what she wrote.

Sipping his quadruple espresso filled mocha, Peter looked at the ranting scientist with disinterest. As the woman ran down, he muttered, "Finally." Then he calmly set his cup on the desk beside him.

"Let me make one thing clear before I start tearing apart the theories that you should've learned to dismantle yourself in grade school." He put up a hand to stop the incoming rant. "This is my lab. I may technically not own this lab, but this is my personal lab. That's what the "Doctor Peter Parker" etched on the thick glass that is the door to this area states. I am not your subordinate. I do not work for you. I answer to two people, and you in no way shape or form look like Ms. Potts to me. If you are Tony in disguise, congrats on the portable hologram imager."

"That is not Mr. Stark," JARVIS helpfully pointed out from a hidden speaker somewhere in the ceiling.

"That's a bit sad, because Wade would love that for work," Peter mused before giving himself a little shake. "Let me continue. This means you have no right to yell at me."

"You're trying to discredit me!" the woman screamed. "Like you're crackerjack education is good enough for this company."

"JARVIS, call security," Tony called out as he calmly entered the lab. "Now, Doctor Cardona, based on your actions here and in the past, I'm afraid we at SI are going to have to let you go. Please remember that all your work here is covered by the Stark Industries confidentiality agreements, that we own fifty percent of what you created, and that your work cannot be continued without a meeting with our lawyers." Seeing two security guards enter the lab, he continued, "And, these gentlemen will escort you to retrieve your personal items, then off the premises. As soon as you exit the building, you will no longer be allowed onto any Stark property. Oh, and also, don't apply at SHIELD. They have a standard 'we don't hire Tony's rejects' policy."

Peter gamely waved at the scientist as she was escorted out of his lab.

"Now, I heard from a reliable source that you've started to work on a portable subspace power generator," Tony said as he rubbed his hands together. "Let me see!"

"It's just a pipe dream at the beginning stages. And, who told you?" Peter glared at the ceiling. "JARVIS!"

"I did not inform sir of anything as requested," JARVIS pointed out.

"I don't know how he does it, but your boyfriend keeps leaving me messages on my private terminals," Tony said as he started to peruse the data on the monitor in front of him.

Peter glared up at the ceiling, but didn't reply.

"Doctor Parker," a semi-timid voice called out from the doorway of his lab.

Automatically saving his work, Peter looked up distractedly. Seeing a worried security guard with a vibrating in place Deadpool beside him, he quickly shut his terminal down. "Oh, it's lunch time!"

Wade was glaring. "I waited fifteen minutes! And, I was ten minutes late! You need a better alarm!"

"I do try," huffed from the ceiling.

Wade gave a little scream. "I hear voices!"

"Mr. Wilson, as I've stated before, I am an artificial intelligence that sees to Mr. Stark's business and personal needs."

The leer was evident, even with Wade's mask. "How can you take care of his 'personal needs' if you can't touch him?"

"Okay, let's go," Peter said, dragging his boyfriend out of the lab. "Could you shut the rest down please, JARVIS."

"With pleasure, sir."

"Actually, thinking about it, that's sad," Wade continued contemplatively. "The love that shall never touch! To love, but not to kiss, caress, fu "

He was interrupted by Peter's hand over his mouth. "I think we get the point. Let's go eat."

Deadpool squealed and bounced in place. "Food!" Turning to the hovering guard, he motioned forward. "Lead on, garcon!"

Peter fondly shook his head. "This is your security detail, not your waiter."

"See, that's how awesome I am! I need a security detail to protect me!" Peering closely at the nervous guard, he continued. "Don't worry, I'll let you take a bullet for me."

Giving a small snort, Peter addressed the now more nervous guard. "Just think of the extra hazard pay your getting for this hour." Turning back to his boyfriend, he pulled him down the hall. "I've heard good things about the Chinese place down the street. Let's go there."

"Yeah," Wade leered as he was happily being lead toward the elevator. "Then I can dim your sum."

"JARVIS, make sure we're secure in here," Tony ordered after peering around the lab. He then casually asked, "So superhero, or just born with an extra 'umph'?"

"I'm sorry?" Peter asked, blinking.

"Secure, sir."

"When we met at Hammer Tech, I figured out that you're 'more than meets the eye'. I mean, you pulled me up with one hand when I was pretty much dead weight, heard a guard coming so we could hide when there was no sound I could here, and was able to push a very heavy set of lockers around."

Peter started to look a bit afraid. "Adrenaline?"

Tony shook his head. "Considering how calm you were about the whole thing? I don't think so." Looking serious, he continued. "Now, I waited for a few months so it wouldn't look like I was intimidating you or anything. No matter what, you have a job here. Just, I wanted to know so I don't have to worry about if you're getting what you need."

"I need?" Peter started to look confused again.

"If you're out fighting the 'good fight', I want you to know that you can come here for medical at any time, call for back up, all that. And if you need any special dietary requirements. I don't want to have to hide one of my best scientists from the government when they discover their plutonium stockpiles are disappearing because you need to snack on it every year or so."

"You need to stop texting with Wade," Peter pointed out.

"Anyway, think about it. Let me know one way or another." Tony turned to the lab doors. "Okay, JARVIS, open her up."

"Done, sir."

After Tony had left, Peter slumped against the counter. A few moments later, he took out his cellphone and called his boyfriend. "We need to talk. No, not sex-talk, talk talk. Home, now."

Putting the phone away, he headed for the doors. "I'm going home for the night JARVIS."

"I figured, sir. I have saved your current data and turned everything off."

"Thanks."

"Right, fine," Peter said when Tony entered the lab a few days later. "Have a seat. And, JARVIS?"

"The lab is secure."

"I'm only telling you this because Wade thinks you're 'all that, and a block of cheddar.' And we need the money for our kids," Peter paused to look fondly at the framed photo on his nearby desk of him and Wade proudly standing behind a Playstation Four and an XBox One. Giving himself a small shake, he held out his hand to shake. "Hi, I'm Spiderman."

Tony blinked at the hand in front of him before shaking it. "Huh." After a few moments, he continued, "Well, nice to meet you. So, born that way?"

"High school field trip where an experimental, radioactive spider got loose and bit me," Peter dryly replied.

"So, I need to know," Tony looked excited. "The webbing? Natural byproduct?"

"No, I created it," Peter replied proudly. Pulling out a small black bag, he pressed his left thumb to the oversized zipper.

"Hey, you had that bag when we first met!" Tony exclaimed as Peter pulled out his web slingers.

"Yes. Wade made it especially for me. Kevlar and a biometric lock on the zipper. If anyone tries to open it without the proper fingerprint, it gives a nasty surprise."

Seeing Peter's grin, Tony gave a small chuckle before leaning closer to look over the wrist contraptions the younger man had created.

After a few hours of brainstorming, Tony suddenly straightened up. "Spandex!"

Peter blinked. "Huh?"

"You are never wearing spandex again! It has no protection!"

Grinning, Peter shook his head. "Don't worry, the boyfriend took care of that. He won't tell me where it's from, but the material can stop even armor piercing rounds. I still get a bad bruise, but it's like wearing a body kevlar suit, but better."

Nodding, Tony glanced up. "JARVIS, see about giving this window, a few in the public Avenger floors, and one in the penthouse, the ability to open. And, a few random other ones. We'll tell people it's so I can get out for Avengers business easier without breaking glass."

"Affirmative. I've also started production on a set of in ear communicators for Mr. Parker to wear when out and about in case of emergencies."

"That'll be great," Grinning, Tony turned Peter. "That way, if you need help, you can call JARVIS, if we need help, he can call you. And, if/when you need medical attention, I promise no one else will take off the mask."

Peter grinned back, but his reply was cut off by JARVIS.

"Sir, Mr Wilson is outside the lab, loudly debating with himself if blowing the door is against the rules when obviously his 'boogity bear' is being held captive by your giant brain. He's making his escort very nervous."

"Give the guard their next next three scheduled work days off with pay, double his salary for this week, and tell them we're on the way out," Tony replied. "Well, Peter. Have a great weekend." With that, he sauntered towards the door as it swished open.

"Finally!" Deadpool exclaimed. "I was trying to remember if I had everything to make C4 on me, or if I left the detonators in my other pants!" Pulling Peter towards the elevator, he continued. "Now, we have to get home soon, or the Vault will be overrun with molerats, and those things are too ugly to live!"

Notes:

I'm bad at names (worse than titles), so I use the random name generator at when I need a character s name, just so you know.

The 'children' joke is an ongoing joke at my work for the game systems we have set up to play with. I personally have three kids: PC, PS2, and a XBox 360.

The vault and molerats bit is about the Fallout video game series.