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~ One ~

Peter had finished his day at school quite quickly, it had gone faster than he thought it would have - although that could be because he was fast asleep in most of the classes.

"Peter!" Ned exclaimed. "You've gotta stay focused, man. I get it, you're working for Tony Stark - damn, you're working for Iron Man, but you need to stop sleeping in class all the time!"

"You know the internships a lie, right Ned?" Peter chuckled, putting his books back in his locker. "I don't want people to find out about you-know-what just yet."

"And you don't want Tony Stark to find out you're -"

Peter shoved his hand over Ned's mouth, glaring at him. Ned gave an apologetic look. Peter turned, shutting his locker.

"Sorry, man," Ned said. "I slip up, you know that."

"Yeah, I know. But - what if he's placed a," his voice went quieter, "listening device on me. You know he doesn't trust me as much as he says he does."

"Which is dumb, for him. You know, you've been his son for four years, I think it's time to take the listening devices off now." Ned purposely made his voice louder, so as to make the listening device able to hear him.

He wanted to get Tony Stark on a guilt trip. As if that would happen.

"Why would he be annoyed, though?" Ned asked. "He's a superhero - he revealed his identity, what, twenty minutes after he first created the persona? You're rescuing people, the little people. Why on earth would he get angry at you?"

"I don't know, buddy," Peter said, shutting his locker, wincing as he got his finger stuck in it. He quickly opened it again, taking his hand out carefully, before hiding it in his pocket. It would heal soon enough, anyway. "Because he's afraid I'm going to die?"

"As if you're not a massive target as the son of Iron Man anyway," Ned muttered. Peter shoved him.

"It's not as though anyone knows though, Ned. I think it's because he believes Spidey's a menace - I blame Jameson. Dad's gotta stop watching him. It's really bad for my reputation."

Peter grinned, striking a Captain America pose.

Ned laughed, before pulling Peter out of the school, Peter groaning.

"I never put my books away - wait - I did - never mind! No, we need to go left, Ned. Left. Yes, that way. Then left again - no, you other left!"

~ Hunted [1] ~

Once he got home, he smiled nervously at Tony.

"Hey, dad."

"You think I don't trust you!" he accused Peter, pointing at him. Peter rolled his eyes.

"How would you know that?"

"Because I heard it with the listening device I placed on you- okay, I see what you're getting at." Tony gave a sheepish grin, then straightened up. "What's this I heard about Spider-Man, hmm?"

"Spidey?" Peter gave a grin, waving his hand at Tony as he moved past him toward the kitchen. "Oh, he's great, you know, he invited me out for pizza the other day. Amazing man, you know. Quite spectacular."

Tony gave Peter an unimpressed look. "Seriously, Pete. I'm worried about you."

"What do you mean?"

"You say that Spider-Man's a menace, say that it's because I watch J. Jonah Jameson, then say it ruins your reputation. How could Spider-Man ruin your reputation?" He spat out 'Spider-Man' as though it were something he'd rather think less about.

"Because - because - because I take pictures for the Daily Bugle!" Peter stuttered out the first thing that came to mind, which was luckily true if his dad decided to check.

"I thought you quit a few months ago?"

"I just said, I've told you he's a bad boss, but I wanted to get money for myself. I don't want to be using yours all the time."

"But you could be doing way better than that!"

Peter silently congratulated himself on changing the subject so quickly.

"I know that, dad, but it gives an alright income - could be better - but I can't do anything about that."

"You could be working for Stark Industries."

"And people would accuse you of favouritism because most of the employees here know that I'm your son - and you've literally threatened them so that they don't tell anyone."

"So?"

"Your reputation would go up in flames, dad. I can't have that happening because of me."

Peter left the conversation there, and went to his room. He put his bag down and quickly pulled his clothes off, revealing his suit beneath it. It had taken him a lot of work, science and other things to make it the way it was today, but he was very proud of it.

It was spandex, of course, it was easier to move around in, had the classic red and blue and he even managed to add a few features to it, such as an AI and having it tell him if he had any injuries he hadn't noticed yet.

Although, he was pretty sure he'd notice if he had a knife wound. Then again, he didn't notice he had it last week, and entered the building with blood running down his leg.

It wasn't a pleasant sight, apparently.

Tony was going insane, mothering him (he always thought Steve was the mother hen in the Avenger family) and checking to make sure he hadn't done anything worse to his leg before getting there.

Peter had just given a sheepish grin and awkwardly ran off, not wanting Tony to see his accelerated healing in action.

He geave a smile at the thought of his father caring for him, before it diminished when he heard a scream.

He pulled on his mask and web-swung into the city below.

~ Hunted [1] ~

"Sir, Peter has left the tower."

Tony ignored the statement FRIDAY had told him, before it registered in his mind.

"Peter's done what?"

"Mister Stark has left the tower, sir."

"How? Never mind, FRIDAY, pull up the security footage in Pete's room."

"Doing so, sir."

Tony waited a few moments, before slamming his fists on the table.

He was worried for his son - he'd gone to his room, he watched him go! How did he get out - unless he jumped out of the window? But why?

"FRIDAY?"

"Sorry, sir, but it seems as though Mister Stark has disabled security footage for his room."

Tony felt a small sense of pride for his son working out how to hack FRIDAY, but quickly squashed that with anger. How dare he hack the AI?

Tony straightened up once hearing the radio, throwing away all thoughts of his son aside (he'd probably just doing an experiment with his things - he probably just doubled back after Tony left -) and called for his suit.

The last thing he heard was the radio reporting a scene.

"And Spider-Man has been shot! I repeat, I repeat, Spider-Man has been shot. He has managed to tie up the criminals - he is just about to leave - Iron Man? Iron Man has showed up, although god knows why. He appears to be - fighting Spider-Man?"

~ Hunted [1] ~

You're welcome for the cliffie ;) this'll be updated every Thursday, by the way! Also, I swear, the chapters DO gradually get longer as you go along. It starts off as one thousand, then you had an extra two hundred, then five hundred, then another one thousand, then soon it's up to three thousand words! So don't worry :D

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