As soon as Tony had walked into the kid's room, he knew that he was hiding something. Tony would like to think that it was thanks to his excellent detective skills and not the fact that the kid immediately shut his notebook and tried to hide it with his upper body. No, definitely not because of that.

"Everything okay in here, Spider-Boy?"

"Yep!" Peter smiled brightly with a false air of innocence, not bothering to try and correct Tony like he normally did, "Yep, everything's perfect! Absolutely great! No problems here!"

The genius narrowed his eyes slightly behind his tinted glasses, glancing at the corner of the notebook and feeling the curiosity building within him. What could the kid be hiding in a school notebook?

"Alright then," He said after some moments of silent staring, "are you ready to go work in the labs now, or should I give you a little more alone time with your diary?"

"It's not a diary!" Peter stood up, keeping the notebook close to him as he walked past Tony and into the hall, barely waiting for the man. Tony knew at that moment... he had to read what was in the not-diary.

Getting it away from Peter might be a slight problem though, considering the death grip he had on it. But all he really had to do was get him excited about something and wait until he was distracted enough to slip it away from him and he would forget all about it for at least an hour - plenty of time for Tony to make up a lie about going to the bathroom or something and read the juicy secrets within.

Or so Tony thought.

Turns out Peter was in his own world the whole time and barely noticed when Tony would talk. The man finally gave up on his distraction plan and watched as the boy tapped his foot against his stool or hummed softly to himself while he mixed his synthetic webs(the only thing Tony let him near while his head was so far in the clouds). The tune was very familiar, but Tony couldn't place it. That was going to be so annoying later, probably when he was about to go to sleep and the tune suddenly slammed back into his brain with a force equal to getting punched by the Hulk. Tony made a mental note to send his next therapy bill to Peter for all the lost sleep and stress he would go through while trying to figure out the name of that song.

When it was time for Peter to leave, Tony gave up completely on his plans to read the notebook physically. He waved goodbye to the kid as he watched him climb into the car with Happy.

"FRIDAY, is there any chance that you can pull up a video feed of Peter's room?" Tony asked as the car drove away, Peter still up on cloud nine or wherever the boy's mind was.

"It's normally considered rude to look at the security feeds in the bedrooms without a real reason, Tony."

Tony rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically, his shoulders sagging as he turned to face the epitome of goodness himself, Steve Rogers. "It's a totally real reason," He defended. "I'm worried about the kid and any secrets he wants to keep from his very curious and powerful mentor."

He was only met with a knowing stare and arms crossed over a perfectly sculpted chest. Damn him.

"Fine, call it revenge then - karma, if you prefer." Tony batted his hand around dismissively, "He's the one that got a song stuck in my genius mind and I need to know what it was and there's a chance that he wrote it down in that book. It's kinda what we do after all, right? We avenge things? I'm avenging my sanity."

"And how many times have you put the most annoying songs on in the living room when you knew that the others and I were there? You almost made Bruce go green once with It's A Small World," Tony snorted at the memory, "and I almost let Nat go after you when you started playing Peanut Butter Jelly Time every time you made a sandwich."

Tony grumbled under his breath as Steve continued to lecture him about respecting the kid's privacy and all that righteousness. But Peter was a minor still, meaning that privacy didn't exist for him - the baby monitor protocol was enough proof of that. So as soon as he gave a scouts honor ("You were never a boy scout, Tony."), he uncrossed the fingers from behind his back and went to his office to have a more private talk with FRIDAY.

"I'm sorry, Boss, there are no camera angles that let us see Peter's notebook." The AI informed him, pulling all the angles it could of Peter in his room. Tony frowned at Peter's holographic back that was somehow able to block every single camera. Did he do that on purpose? That only made the unsatiable curiosity in him grow more!

"FRIDAY, reverse cameras to when Peter first arrived," Tony commanded, picking up a rubber band ball that the kid had made once, twirling it around in his hands as he watched all the screens replay Peter walking into the compound. "Play from there, sound max."

Tony watched as Cap met Peter in the lobby, telling him that Tony was away for a while. Peter had nodded -not seeming too upset about being made to wait- and rushed into his room.

"Hey, FRIDAY," The kid asked his AI in the video, "remember when Mr. Stark first announced that he was Iron Man, and whenever he made a public appearance he would always have backup dancers?"

This question perked Tony's interest; was he planning on revealing his identity? After everything Peter went through to keep it secret, he was going to follow Tony's lead and use his superhero status as a bar trick or something? Tony felt a pinprick of disappointment in his protege for following after his lead.

"Yes, Peter. Mr. Stark loves his attention..."

"I'm not sure I like your tone right there, FRI." Tony commented, looking at the security camera aimed at him in the corner of the office.

"My apologies, Boss." She didn't sound sorry at all.

"Well," Peter continued, "I was wondering if he still had contacts of them? I might need to get in touch with some dancers for a thing for school, and it would be nice if they would do it for free but I know that it would probably cost or something and-"

"I'm sending a notice to all the dancers now. I can add a note about you being an associate of the boss and you would probably get them for free. When would you like to meet them?"

"Thanks, FRIDAY," He smiled at the ceiling. "After school on Monday would be nice, gives me a little more time to prepare."

"Done, good luck with your school dancing, Peter."

Now Tony felt kinda foolish to think the kid would actually announce his identity with showgirls. Of course he wouldn't - he knew Peter better than that. But now that it was cleared up...

What kind of school activity could Peter be attending that would be cause for him to bring backup dancers? Was he trying to recreate a modern version of High School Musical? Had someone challenged him to a dance-off that was a matter of life or death? Or worse, had Tony finally lost the young boy to the theatre life? He knew that he shouldn't have taken him to see Hamilton last month!

"FRIDAY, pull up Peter Parker's activities in school, I want to know everything he's into now."

"I believe that would be a violation of Peter's privacy."

Tony threw his hands into the air as he looked around him with a disbelieving expression, "What is with everyone and Peter's privacy today?"

"Sir-"

"Don't you dare answer that." Tony sighed as he picked up his cell phone, scrolling through the contact list until he reached the one that he wanted. He stared at the name for a while, wondering if his curiosity was really so important for him to make this call...

It was.

When May had told him that the school was holding some kind of competition, Tony almost wanted to laugh. He went through so many lectures just because of some high school competition that the boy was stressing over? That was just lovely...

Though, Tony would admit, it as a good thing he found out. This meant that he'd be able to go see this thing Peter was working on regardless if Peter told him about it or not (knowing the boy, it would probably be the ladder). Tony knew how shy Peter was when it came to acknowledging his school accomplishments, and that meant that more often than not Tony was left in the dark when an important event was coming up - like that time when Peter 'forgot' to tell him when his decathlon team was going up against another prestigious school that was filled with stuck up snobs and Tony only found out about it with the tracker he may or may not have installed into his shoes. Watching those little twerps freak out as Tony Stark sat on the front row of their competition made the hour-long drive completely worth it, and bonus points when Peter was the one that answered the winning question.

A smile started to play on Tony's face as a thought hit him. Peter seemed to be the one choreographing the dance, something Tony didn't know the kid could do. This would be very interesting to see... He would no doubt be nervous and so it was only natural that Peter's heroes would be present to support him.

"Alright, everyone, listen up," Tony announced as he walked into the living room with the rest of the Avengers, "clear your schedules for Monday. We're all going back to high school."

"Um, what?" Sam asked, looking away from the sports show that was on the TV. "Why on earth are we going back to high school? I hated it the first time I was there, I have no plans on returning."

"New mission, it'll be fun." Tony grinned and gave a thumbs up as he started to walk away, a chorus of objections following after him.

"Peter Parker is going to be performing at his school and Mr. Stark would like all of you to go for moral support," FRIDAY chimed, Tony's eyebrow twitching in annoyance.

"FRIDAY, what did we talk about before? I think it was about you not talking unless spoken to or something like that?"

"Tony, I thought you promised not to-"

"No," Tony cut Steve off, holding a finger in the air, "I promised not to look through his notebook - which was impossible anyway, he was blocking all the camera angles. I asked his aunt this time, and she's the one that told me about this. So really, I didn't do anything wrong."

"For once," Clint muttered under his breath, getting a few snickers from the group.

"I think it would be interesting to see the Man of Spiders perform," Thor spoke up, having been introduced into the performing arts a short while ago and eagerly looking forward to every new show he could find (Tony blamed Peter for it, the boy having told the god about his trip to see Hamilton and the two bonded over show tunes ever since).

"What exactly is Peter going to be doing?" Natasha asked, her eyes not leaving her task of sharpening her knife in a creepily fond way.

"I'm not entirely sure, but he hired the dancers I used to employ at the Stark Expo."

Everyone went silent or a second or two, Tony smirking in triumph.

"I'm so in," Rhodey was the first to respond, the rest in the room quickly agreeing. It wasn't every day that their innocent spider boy performed with showgirls.

When it was finally time for the big day, Tony found he was more twitchy than normal. He would catch himself jiggling his leg or his hands fumbling with the closest knick-knack. It took him a while to realize why, and admittedly it was Bruce that had pointed it out to him, but he couldn't understand it. It was Peter that was going to be on the stage, not Tony; so why was Tony the one that was nervous?

Thankfully, Tony wasn't the only one. When the man finally found his boy in the crowd of students and teachers, he looked like he was planning to move to a different country if the way he was unknowingly rumpling his very cheap suit said anything.

"Well don't you look fresh today," Tony commented as he stood behind the boy. He could see Peter's muscles tense slightly as he turned around, looking at Tony with those large deer-in-the-headlight eyes.

"M-Mr. Stark! Wh-what are you doing h-here?" His voice cracked, his nerves showing through verbally now. Tony felt his heart ache for the kid.

"You've been spacing off a lot lately and acting very weird, so I asked around and Aunt Hottie told me about how your school was doing some dance thing that you were going to be in and I decided to check out if the spider-kid can dance," It wasn't a total lie, he thought as he took his sunglasses off, "That's not a problem, is it?"

Before the kid could answer, Rhodey came back to tell him that they had found the perfect seats for everyone and effectively giving the poor kid another thing to add to his anxiety list.

"'All of u-us'...?"

"You didn't think that all of the Avengers would miss a show like this, did you?" Tony patted his arm, frowning slightly as Peter wobbled slightly. "Though Vision and Wanda are still on vacation in Italy at the moment, they send their best to you."

Rhodey seemed to notice Peter's paleness as well, reaching a hand up to ruffle his hair and changing the subject. "What's with the wig?"

"Yeah, I was wondering about that too. Going to turn emo on us, kid? Like this weird kind of suave emo?"

"W-well..."

Before he could answer, a very mean looking woman came up to them and grabbed Peter's arm. She opened her mouth to say something but was suddenly very distracted by the two Avengers standing in front of her. Tony almost laughed as her wrinkled face softened comically into a smile filled with false care.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize Mr. Parker was talking with anyone right now. It's an honor to have such high standing people come to see this small show."

Tony clasped a hand onto Peter's shoulder, "I wouldn't miss seeing my favorite intern perform on stage to a dance he created. He's very bright, I look forward to what he has planned."

"Yes, Peter is one of our top students here. Many of us teachers think that he'll be the valedictorian when the time comes."

A smile tugged at his lips, a sense of pride filling him as he looked at Peter's blushing face. "We look forward to seeing that one day."

A voice called for the participants to go to the stage over the loudspeaker, the teacher leaving the small group as Tony and Rhodey bestowed some encouraging words onto him before leaving for their seats.

"How is he?" Steve asked, looking away from his conversation with Bucky as Tony sat next to him.

"Nervous, may even bail on the show if he waits much longer."

"Well, he does have a passport now, thanks to Tony, if he wanted to leave the country." Clint leaned over in his seat three down to join in the small talk.

"I don't think he's going to run," Nat said, her eyes on Peter as a young girl called him to the stage. The others followed her gaze as Peter ran and jumped onto the stage and met with her behind the curtain. "He's braver than that."

Tony smiled and chuckled, that pride from earlier coming back as he heard his friends commenting on Peter. It was true though, Peter was braver than that. When he made a commitment to something, he would always see it through to the end (something Tony hated when they were on missions and the kid was putting his life in unneeded danger). Not to mention how much of a nerd Peter was and would do anything for a good grade, of course the kid wouldn't jeopardize this.

The curtain began to lift, showgirls starting to parade across the stage. Tony's eyebrows raised as he saw them because there was no way that the kid would dress his girls up like that... His classmate, MJ, on the other hand... He didn't think she would do so either, but he also could hardly wrap his head around her in a Bruno Mars costume acting like a rich playboy. The song was catchy though and Tony - along with a few other heroes - bobbed his head along with the beat.

A figure off to the side of the stage caught Tony's attention, his eyes drawing to the awed boy. Peter was barely visible, his eyes trained on MJ the whole time with a goofy looking smile on his face as he watched her dance. The poor boy was completely head over heels for that girl.

A laugh broke out from the Avengers at the shocked look that soon took over Peter's face as MJ walked over to him and began to shower him in money. His face flushed a deep red as he looked at her, but soon laughed and played along.

"That's my boy!"

The words left his mouth before Tony had the chance to realize what they were. God, did he really just yell that out loud in a high school? In front of the other Avengers? Yeah, they all thought that Peter was his son when they first met him, and he was still teased a bit about it now, but now he had no hope of ever living that down...

Not that it was so bad...

After the girl finished her dance and the curtain closed, there was some free time while the stage was cleared for Peter's act. Meaning there was time for the Avengers to be swarmed by adoring fans.

That was always fun.

"Does Peter Parker really intern for you?" One voice shouted, a boy shoving his way through the crowd, "Because he's telling everyone here that he does but he doesn't have any proof for it because there's no way that you would hire a high schooler like Peter."

All nine of the Avengers took in the boy's appearance. Name brand clothes, expensive cologne that didn't suit him, and a face filled with arrogance; all of it combined just screamed that this was a snobby rich kid.

"Let me ask you something, kid," Sam started, "Would we even be anywhere near here if we didn't know Peter? Why on God's green earth would we want to be at a high school performance with a bunch of kids?"

The boy seemed to be at a loss for words as he stammered out an answer, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Tony smirked a bit, remembering this kid from that decathlon meet Tony snuck into. He was always hassling Peter about his internship, no matter how many times they told him it was true.

Dash or whatever his name was, was pushed to the back of the group as other students crowded around for a short while more before the teachers started to tell everyone to get back to their seats for the next act.

The next act. Peter. The reason that they were all there.

Tony wasn't going to lie, he was kinda disappointed when Peter started imitating that old Gene Kelly song. He teased Cap and Bucky a bit about how their old selves were rubbing off on the kid until it was revealed that Singing in the Rain came out after both of them had been frozen, ruining Tony's little joke.

But then a group of men came onto the stage as Peter slipped behind a wall of umbrellas, the music changing, the cardboard cutout of NYC lifting into the air, and the crowd starting to cheer loudly. When the umbrellas lifted and Peter came out... What the- Peter- Leather- Fishnets- What?

Tony's mind started reeling as he watched the kid completely changed the setting of his act. His mind was stunned into silence as he watched the kid smirk into the crowd as a group of teens gathered in front of him on the ground, their hands reaching out to make a grab at Peter. Rhodey's rocking laughter shook Tony out of his shock enough for a smile and light laugh to leave him as he watched Peter tempt his new fangirls. He would probably regret that later.

Peter looked over at MJ with a smirk, Tony recognizing the mischievous look in his eyes as he started to walk to the girl and dancing in front of her. Tony laughed louder than before at the two of them before Peter reached down and splashed water towards the crowd.

Wait... Water?

A rain machine turned on as the male dancers from earlier came back, the crowd starting to scream again as Tony shook his head, his chest hurting with the force of his laughter. Tony expected a lot from Peter, but the boy had blown it all away with this performance.

Tony could see how much fun Peter was having as he showed off a few of his acrobatics to the crowd. He caught the boy's eye and saw a smirk on his face just before a sparkler machine turned on, Tony's head tipping back in another laugh. He went all out for this... Just like Tony's glory days with Iron Man.

As the dance ended, Tony's brows creased in concern as he saw the hesitation in Peter's movement that caused him to land on his back, his chest heaving a few times before he slowly started to stand up.

The crowd stood with him, the Avengers among them, and cheered as loud as they could. Peter looked around at everyone, his eyes wide with a blush starting to form on his face but with a smile so large Tony worried it might crack his face. Tony clapped harder just for that, just for Peter's happiness.

That happiness soon turned into confusion as the boy's head turned to the edge of the stage where a group of teens had climbed onto. There was a moment of fear shown on Peter's face as he turned and took off, slipping slightly as the teens screamed out his name while chasing him backstage.

"That boy of yours, Stark," Thor started, a hearty laugh dying in him, "has many talents. He is very entertaining to watch. We must have him perform more often."

Tony chuckled and nodded, "I'll make sure to tell him that."

"Oh, we can watch him many, many times..." Nat smirked, jabbing her thumb at Clint. The archer lifted his phone into the air with a smirk that matched Nat's. Tony could tell that all of the present Avengers stiffened as they looked at Clint, all of them moving as one to demand a copy of it.

Tony looked back towards the stage, barely able to see the top of Peter's head as he was surrounded by his fan club. Oh yeah, he was never going to live this night down.

A/N: I'd like to thank everyone that took the time to review the first chapter of this story. It's been a long, long time since I've gotten good reviews. Not to mention how rushed this story was! I had just found the LSB video and this idea was an insatiable itch that wouldn't go away until I wrote it down, and I started writing the first chapter at midnight and didn't finish until 5am or so. I know that a lot of it was really messy, and I keep waiting for that one person to come on and just point out every wrong thing in this story, but every time a new review comes in it's always something positive. It's because of the reviews that this chapter is even out now; I wasn't planning on writing Tony's POV so soon, at least not for another week. I'm working on quite a few other Marvel stories now and The Dancing Spider was just some crack fic I did without a second thought. So a huge thank you to everyone that likes this weird little story of mine, and I hope that this chapter lived up to your expectations.