"Mr. Stark, I have your coffee." Peter set down the drink, "It's been three weeks. Can I test out some things in the labs. You can see how I do for today, please."
"You have no experience, you will continue to assist me for the rest of the month. Then I will let you observe the other workers for another month." He sipped his coffee as he looked at the teen.
Sure Tony knew this kid was smart, but he'd never admit that to anyone. He'd rather put the kid through hell first.
"And what are you doing here anyway? I told you to take the day off. Go out with your girlfriend or something. Sheesh, you must love being around me, though I don't blame you." Tony winked as Peter crossed his arms.
"I don't have a girlfriend for your information." Which was true since Gwen completely friend-zoned him a while ago.
"Really? A mildly attractive guy as yourself doesn't have a girlfriend?"
"Mildly attractive?" Peter piped in mock offense, "I'll have you know that I'm incredibly attractive. Don't be hate me cause you ain't me." He slid onto Tony's desk with a small smirk.
Tony rolled his eyes and pushed Peter off, making him hit the floor. "Ever say that again and I'll seriously hurt you." He smiled, "Now go get me another coffee this time pour a little Bailey's and Jack in it, not to much though."
Peter stood, "Who's Bailey and Jack?"
"Are you stupid?"
"I'm kidding," Peter mumbled, "And by the way that really hurt. Karma is a witch ya know." He smirked.
Tony flipped through some paperwork, "If you do anything to my coffee you'll seriously regret it." He stared simply not looking up.
"Whatever," Peter said, walking out rubbing his ass.
Tony looked up as Peter left, smiling slightly, maybe this kid wasn't so bad.
...
Tony was driving home late last night, about to head home. He was driving at a slower speed, not in a rush when suddenly a man jump in front of his car. Tony slammed on his brakes and the car came to a screeching halt.
He quickly swung his car door open, jumping out. "I'm sorry, but uh, well I don't know if you know this but the street is made for cars. Not idiots. What're you even doing?"
Tony fell silent as the guy raised a gun, but his silence didn't last long, "So, that's what you're doing. Don't you think that that's a little risky, I could've hit you. You jumped in front of my car just so you could kill me?" He clapped his hands together in a slow clap, "Bravo." He smirked, masking the slight fear that seemed to rise in him.
"Stop it!" The guy shouted, pulling the trigger.
Tony closed his eyes, waiting for the bullet, but it never came. He was quickly pulled out of the way. He opened his eyes to see he had no bullet wound and he was laid out on the ground. He groaned as he sat up, pulling a sticky, web like substance from his body.
The billionaire examined it, frowning, "Well shit..."he said as he looked up at the one and only Spider-Man. "I didn't ask for your sticky white fluid to be all over me thank you very much."
"Hey, I just saved your ass." Peter said, but changed his voice so Tony wouldn't know that he was Spider-Man.
"Yeah whatever." Tony stood, wiping of the webs, "Jesus Christ, I just got saved by a squirter, how do you think that makes me feel?"
"Grateful?"
"No! Disgusted."
"Can't you get saved and not have to have so much mouth about it? Why can't you just stop at a simple 'Thank You'?"
"Cause I'm not Tony Stark if I say thank you that's why." Tony hopped back in his car, "No if you'll excuse me, I have things to do." He sped off, leaving Peter and the guy struggling on the ground to get the webs off.