*In which Iron man chooses Flash for the internship instead of Peter, and quickly realizes his mistake.*

This is my first fan fiction! I don't know whether I'll continue it or not. Send some feedback!

"Wait, Pete? Hey kid, nice to see you." Peter freezes, shocked. "Um, y-yes. Hi, Mr. Stark. Nice to see you too." Peter tried walking past Tony, but he put an arm on his shoulder, immediately flinching at the contact, startled.

"Sorry to bother you, I just saw your work at the science fair from last week, great job by the way, and I was wondering if you were interested in working with me in the lab again."

Tony watches his face. More shock, confusion, (fear?), a millisecond of excitement, and a expression that could only be described as unworthiness. "I'd love that, b-but you're busy and I'm... I'd rather not waste your time... like I did last month."

"You mean when you came in and fixed an entire Iron man suit? Look, if you're worried about Flash, he wont be at the compound this week." He could almost laugh at the look on Peter's face.

It had 'oh shit' written all over it.

"Why would I be scared of Flash?"

"Dont play dumb, Parker."

"... Its no big deal, Mr. Stark. I'm sure Flash would love to help you. I've got a lot of homework anyway." The teen turns to flee.

Iron man cracks.

He whispers in the kids ear, pulling him back and grabbing his shoulder.

"Frankly Pete, I'm fed up with Flash's big asinine face right now. We both know what I'm talking about, and you won't admit it why? Maybe it's because you don't want to get Flash in trouble, which I don't understand why you wouldn't want to after all the shit he's put you through!"

"He hasn't-"

"Zip it, the adult is talking. Laughing at you over your uncle dying the very next day isn't nothing, Peter, its downright disrespectful and shameful; I'm ashamed to even stand near the kid at all. I'm this close to kicking him off the internship."

"...what?! But why! And how did you-"

"Because he doesn't deserve it, Pete. You do. I've been...sorta spying on you. Hidden camera."

"...Hidden. Camera. So... The panic attack?"

"Saw it."

"Ned?"

"Saw him."

"Getting my face kicked in?"

"Anything that you've done in the last 48 hours, I've seen it."

Peter completely pales. His face blankes. He blinks and sways and stumbles backwards, gasping for air. "You- you you."

"Hey, deep breaths."

"You- y-you. Oh my god. No no, no!"

"I what, kid?"

"Know I- you know I'm- that I'm- spi- no no, please tell me you have no idea! That's so bad!"

Tony lowers his voice. "Who says me knowing your secret identity is a bad idea? I can help you, kid."

"Help Flash!"

"I dont give a damn about Flash!"

"Why the hell not, Stark?!"

"Because hes not you!"

Oh. "Oh."

"Yeah right, 'Oh.' Listen, I understand this is a lot to process, but hear me out. Swing by the lab Friday, it'll just be you and me. We can talk about anything and everything, maybe work on some stuff, watch Star wars. Sound good?"

"I-"

"Great, because from this point forward, you dont have a choice. Consider Flash kicked. You and me now bud."

"... You only offered because I'm spider man."

"I offered because you're Peter Parker, a nice, humble, Goody two shoes bookworm who is also spiderman."

"What if I wasnt?"

"Kid, I'd take you over that brat anyday, now get in the car. You arent walking 4 miles home, too hot."

Even after the tense conversation, a shy smile crawled its way on the boys face.

"If you say so, Mr. Stark."

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