4.

When the time came for school, Peter was not ready for school. He had stayed with Mr. Stark until the wee hours in the morning, tinkering and basically talking about nothing and everything. Peter ignored the bloodshot eyes and broken signs that escaped Tony, and Tony ignored the reason Peter had come to the tower at the first place.

Tony had eventually fallen asleep, his head slumping on the desk while Peter watched worriedly. FRIDAY informed Peter that Tony hadn't slept in over 4 days, and confirmed that Mr. Stark had been in contact with Captain America lately.

Peter had sighed at that, wondering what he was going to do about Mr. Stark's growing insomnia. Maybe if h-

"Sir, I regret to inform you, but Mr. Stark has programmed me to manually exit you from the building on weekdays if not informed beforehand." FRIDAY certainly did sound apologetic, if an AI could. Peter nodded to the disemboweled voice. "Okay."

"Hey, um, FRIDAY?" Peter had a suspicion on what Tony had named this order. "What's this protocol called?"

No answer.

"FRIDAY?"

"Spider's Bedtime." FRIDAY answered reluctantly.

"So, kid, what should we watch?" Peter shrugged, sitting himself down on the couch that he and Vision had spoken on. "Um, do you have HBO?"

Tony laughed, watching as Peter blushed as he realizes his mistake. "I mean- can I have the remote?" Tony nodded, still chuckling. "Yeah."

Peter flicked through the shows, stopping at the picture of a iron throne. "Can we watch Games Of Thrones? I haven't watched it a-"

"No." Tony made a lunge for the remote. "That's mature adult. Even I can't watch it." Peter rolled his eyes, holding the remote above his head. "Please?"

Tony groaned, missing the remote once again. "Eh. Better than Dexter."

"What's Dexter?"

"Nothing kid."

"Hey, Mr. Stark!" Peter jumped out of the chair he was sitting in, looking at Tony with a bright expression. "I got a gift for you." Tony nodded, setting down a black flip-phone and looking at Peter. "What, kid?" His voice sounded hoarse, but Peter subtly ignored that. "Over here." Peter gestured closer to the couch patting it. "Come sit down." He mischiefly grinned. Tony sat. "Now, what?"

"Ow! Peter, get back here!" Tony stared at his hair that was covered in purple silly string and the presiding bag next to him. He tugged it open to see two cans on silly string, one green, one blue. "Oh, it's on." He growled, grabbing both. "I going to get you, Parker!"

"Um.. Peter?" Ned nudged him as they walked into the school the following Monday. "Why's everyone staring at us?" Since the 'Stark Cameo' as the school was calling it, people would stare. But never like this.

"Mr. Parker! So glad to see you, truly a fabulous gift you've given us, we will make good use of it."

The Principal grasped Peter's hand briefly and then rushed off, with a high hearty chuckle.

"Um.. what?" Ned stared at the retreating figure with astonishment. "Wow, Peter, what'd you give them?" Peter shook his head with a bewildered expression. "I don't know."

"Hey, Parker!" Peter groaned. "What Flash?" Flash grinned, looking smug, his face crunching into and expression of hate. "Thanks for your mentor donation of five million dollars to Midtown High. I'm sure they'll put that to good use." He laughed, pushing past a shocked Ned, and walking away

Peter squeaked, his voice reaching a new high point. "What did Flash do?" He asked Ned, rushing toward the direction of the retreating Flash.

"What did you do, Flash?" He hissed, his hair disheveled. Flash shrugged, his grin still planted on his face. "Oh, well yesterday a messenger from Mister Tony Stark," He raised his voice to a obviously fake feminine one. "To drop a special donation to Midtown High, but the check hasn't worked yet." He looked at Peter patronizing. "I wonder why this? But, oh, it will, because Tony Stark 'cares' about Peter Parker. He's like his 'dad', loving him." Flash scoffed.

"Like you know about your father caring, Flash." Ned snapped, not having anything else come to his mind in the name of insults. Peter shot a look toward Ned, with a 'Really? That's the best you can come up?' written on his face. Ned shrugged, looking toward Flash to fire another insult, but Flash had froze with a look of terror on his face.

"Where did you hear that! Tell me!" He demanded of Ned, but that shook his head and turned toward Peter with a new fury. "That five million dollar donation 'Tony Stark' donated won't ever go through, because Stark doesn't care. You'll be humiliated." He growled, pushing Ned unnessarily hard and glaring at anyone who came close to him.

"Hey uh, Happy?" Peter said as he heard the phone ask him to leave a message. "Well, I- I kind of not really maybe, in a scrap of trouble with my school, which may involve Mr. Stark and millions of dollars- uh." Peter could almost hear Happy's panic when he'd listen to this message. "You know what? Don't freak out.. Just- call me. Yeah. Thanks." He hung up, flopping on his bed as he stared at the ceiling wondering how he was going to get out of this mess. "Hey, Aunt May! When's dinner rea-"

Peter looked down to find his phone ringing with 'Happy Hogan' as the name. He pressed accept, bringing the phone to his ear. "Yeah?"

"Ow! Don't yell! I did not say 100 million." Peter winced, the noise from the phone spiking his enhanced hearing. "I just said 'millions of dollars'. It's only five." The volume rose.

"But it's better than 100!"

"So you got in trouble kid, big deal." Tony waved away Peter's shocked face. "It's five million dollars!" Peter said, waving his hands for enthusiasm. "Five!"

"It's fine, I could make that in my sleep." Mr. Stark grinned slightly, his lip upturning. "Just try not to do this all the time, yeah?"

Peter nodded, still looking terrible at the thought. "How does- thank you so much Mr. Stark, I'll make it up to you, I promise!" He grabbed his backpack and got out of the car, practically skipping.

"You already have." Tony said to the empty car, his voice echoing.