Tony sighed, he had been so busy lately that he hadn't had time for himself in a while. That was to be expected though. With taking over the Avengers, dealing with adding resolutions to the Sokovia Accords, and working on tech for Stark Industries, Tony was beat.

Hanging out in his lab, he reclined back in his chair and chuckled to himself. It had been a month since Peter turned down his offer. Of course, he still kept the Iron Spider suit anyways. Hey, maybe he could give it to the kid for his birthday, because why not? Tony sighed, he already distanced himself as much as he could from the kid. After seeing him get tossed around in Germany, he was determined not to get the kid killed. But after seeing the wreckage from moving day, perhaps distancing himself from Peter wasn't going to keep the kid safe.

He already let it slip that he considered himself a father figure to the kid. Although, at the time the kid was trying to arrest those alien tech arms dealers on the ferry and was too distracted to notice.

What the hell was he thinking, trying to be a father figure to the teenage superhero? Tony's own father was the worst example to take from, and he had no business interfering so much with the kid. He gave him a suit to keep him safe and that was that. He did not need to interfere in any other way unless the kid was in mortal danger.

"Boss, Happy just got off the phone with Peter Parker," F.R.I.D.A.Y said, interrupting his musings. "Think of the devil and he shall appear, alright Fri, what's the grub?"

"It would appear that Peter Parker is currently inebriated at a party, sir."

This kid is going to be the death of him.

"Alright, Fri, go ahead and tell Happy to hop in the car, we have a teenager to find," he said while pulling up the tracking info from the kid's cell phone. After the kid tore out the tracker in his suit, Tony wasn't taking any second chances once he put it back in. Tracking the kid's phone only seemed to be the next convenient step if the kid managed to rip it out again.

"On it, Boss."

Turned out that the kid was in a high end suburb area, it took them nearly two hours to get down there from the Avengers Facility. Tony had Happy stop in a convenience store to grab some pedialyte, Tony knew from experience that the kid was going to need it. But perhaps because of his metabolism the alcohol could be burning off incredibly quickly... how much did the kid have to drink in order to get wasted?

When they pulled up to the ridiculously ornate house, Happy made a move to get out of the car. "No wait, Hap, I've got this," Tony said, opening the passenger side door. The house was a wreck, there was toilet paper littering the front lawn, roof, and trees, cans of beer strewn everywhere and there were some people passed out on the grass. Walking through the front door, Tony cringed at the sight of a ridiculous painting of the people who lived in the huge home. The fact that the painting was the first thing he noticed spoke for itself. Because Tony quickly recognized the smell of weed permeating the air, as well as other ghastly smells. The inside of the house looked worse than the outside, beer and alcohol was spilled all over the floor. There were streamers, balloons, and toilet paper everywhere Tony stepped.

Nobody had noticed him yet, which was good, but he figured that going towards the living room where the music was loudest would be the best place to look for the kid. Literally jumping into the wolves there, but he knew that if any photos of him appeared on social media that he could have F.R.I.D.A.Y. hack their phones and delete all evidence. Easy as pie.

It turned out that finding the kid wasn't that hard, he was bent over on the couch with his head in his hands, sitting near a kid who was passed out with a garbage bag full of God knew what. And Tony did not want to know what was in that garbage bag, but he already had the faint suspicion the other kid had been throwing up in it. As he walked up to them he noticed that the passed out kid was the one from the painting, and he also had a phallic shape drawn on his forehead. Seeing Peter in such a state next to another kid in a humiliating position only made Tony feel a rush of anger. Who was this kid associating himself with? Why the hell was he at this party, getting drunk, instead of being responsible like the kid claimed he was?

Tony could feel the anger rise up in his throat, and tried to release it with a sigh. The kid didn't look too good at all.

"This time on season two of Peter screws the pooch..." Of course his anger came out with a biting joke. But instead of the kid rising to his anger he just looked up at him with a, "Misser Starr?" One look at the kids face, and Tony instantly felt his anger cool, only to be replaced with a deep concern and fear that he never knew he could feel for the kid. The kid was a mess. Sweat clung to his forehead, making his hair curl all over his face. It may have been endearing if it weren't for the fact that the kid looked incredibly sick. When he got the kids arm over his shoulder, the kids head rolled almost sickeningly and he couldn't seem to look up without it rolling back and forth. If this kid had drank anymore he could have had a much more alarming situation on his hands. Not to say that this situation wasn't alarming enough. Tony was more than a little concerned.

Tony managed to get Peter out the door with only one picture taken of them, so Tony figured that was a success. But it wasn't until they started walking to the audi parked at the end of the lawn that Peter said, "Mm gunna be sick," and then hurled into a bush on the side of the walk path.

"Ookay, yeah that's it Kid, let it all out," Tony said as he held Peter up over the bush. If he let go he was sure that the kid would have fallen into the bush itself. It was no easy feat to do so, the kid was seriously heavy.

Happy had called out to them when they got to the passenger side door, but Tony was adamant that he didn't need any help. He wanted to get the kid out of there as fast as possible. As soon as the kid was in the car, he had curled himself into a ball about to pass out. "Oh no you don't, Pete," Tony said grabbing him by the shoulders and tugging him onto his proper side, "We can't have you throwing up like that, we don't need any choking teenagers." Tony cringed at his commentary. He really didn't want to even imagine the kid in such a situation.

They were thirty minutes on the road to Avengers tower, when Peter woke up with a groan, "Mma be sick," murmured from his lips, and instantly Happy was pulling over. Tony only just managed to open the passenger door when Peter threw himself over his lap and was throwing up onto the pavement. Head just sticking out past the door.

Tony rubbed Peter's back as the kid shook from hurling so hard. Tony could feel tears spring to his eyes when he heard the kids moans and cries. "Make i' stop, Misser Starr'," Peter was crying out at one point. Tony cleared his throat, and reached over for the Pedialyte, "I'm trying, kid, we're going to get you to the compound as soon as we can. But first you have to drink this." It took Peter some persuading to drink the electrolytes, the kid began whining about how much the substance tasted like iron. Getting Peter back into the car, he closed the door, and Happy was back on the road.

They had ended up pulling over two more times as Peter threw up the electrolyte drink. Which Tony had to remind himself was a good thing, because the kid needed to flush the poison out of his bloodstream. But even still, everytime Peter began to shake and sob over how horrible everything was, Tony just held Peter tightly and kept him in his lap the entire way up to the facility. Screw distancing himself from the kid, Peter needed him.

There was even a point, when Peter was drunkenly crying in his arms, that a few tears slipped out of his eyes. If Happy saw it, he didn't say anything. They didn't make it back to the compound until three in the morning. But by the time they got there, Peter had passed out again, but his skins' pallor looked back to normal. Tony shook Peter's shoulders as he looked down on the kid sleeping in his lap.

"Kid, you need to be able to walk before we let you go to bed," Tony said when Peter gasped awake. The kid moaned, gripping his head, "Tonyyy noooo," he cried. Tony gripped Peter's shoulder as Happy got out of the car and helped him get Peter up and out. Tony was right behind him. It figured that when Peter said Tony's first name it managed to rip his heart out of his chest.

The kid was leaning against the car, but his head was no longer swinging around and seemed firmly set on his shoulders. Peter's eyes were shining when Tony looked at him. He reeked of alcohol and throw up, but Tony ignored it as he grabbed the kid by the shoulder and led him up the stairs and into the facility. The kid was doing a good job of walking on his own, he wasn't nearly as bad as he was when they left the party.

Tony pulled Peter into the room he had left done up for him. And the next morning he teased Peter mercilessly in the hopes that it would teach the kid a lesson about drinking at parties. It seemed to have worked as the kid looked mortified. Tony let himself have one more moment with the kid, before he walked out of the kid's room.

The kid had needed him and he filled that role. Now that the kid was clearly better, he could go back to being the estranged billionaire mentor, and leave the kid alone. He hid out in his lab and avoided the kid the entire weekend he was there.