Tada. Guess who's not dead? Yep, me.

im still here I just...kinda...procrastinated, yknow.

this chapter is a bit shorter, although it flows better this way. Once again, thanks for coming over to read and I hope you enjoy.

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Tony murmured something illegible even for himself. His eyes slowly opened and then hissed shut at the light in the room. Man, he should have closed his blinds all the way. But this light was not the bright sunlight. It seemed ifferent - it just shut itself off. Either the window was opened and blew the shades or it was a flashlight of some sort.

Sighing, Tony pushing himself into a sitting position and looked to where the light came from - his nightstand (he thought it was a little bit of a change that he actually went to sleep in his room at a reasonable time last night).

The light was his phone. It was a text.

From Peter.

So, hey, im goin to school and i was wondering how the suit was coming along?

He sent that a little later than seven in the morning. Five hours ago.

That's when a beautiful idea struck Tony.

just fine, he sent, standing up and stretching out of the bed, itll be finished today

~.~.~.

Peter Parker was all dressed, homework in his backpack, ready to catch the bus when he heard his aunt call his name.

"I, uh, May, I gotta go?" he stuttered, his hand on the frame of the front door.

May walked into the hallway. She, too, was dressed, although her hair was wet and covered in a striped towel. "I know, I know, but just please don't forget: I need you to pick up eggs on your way home from school."

Peter was half listening as he ran over to the window just in time to see a yellow blur coming down his street. "Yeah, okay, text me!" he called, slamming the door shut and hopping down the stairs to catch his bus.

Just as the bus doors were closing, Peter knocked on he glass of the doors. He had a little bit of luck that no one seemed to be laughing from inside. If he was just a second later, he would've missed his ride. The driver smiled and opened the door. Peter gave a thanks and plopped into the seat next to Ned. He let out a breath and ran a hand through his hair.

"Are you still bleeding?"

Peter turned to Ned, slightly confused. Then he remembered the events from two nights ago. Those few scratches that the glass impaled him with. "What? No, man, I'm fine. I heal like super quick."

"Of course you do, silly me," Ned replied. "Did you...is the suit okay now?"

"I think so?" Peter pulled out his phone and checked his text messages: nothing new from Tony Stark.

"You have Iron Man's phone number."

"Yes, keep your voice down, Ned; he's the one with the suit."

Ned slapped his hands together. "Wow, this moment is amazing," he prayed, bowing his head.

The bus eventually pulled into the school parking lot and kids filed out. All day Peter was antsy with his phone, curious as to when he would finally get a reply about the suit's quality. It was stuffed into his pocked and every few minutes he would peak at it - but the notification screen would always be empty. In a couple classes, he was inches away from being caught. The day was restless and he eventually forgot how many times he ended up yawning.

Around noon, Peter's phone went off. He was pleased to see the response from Tony. Finally.

As usual, school was as boring as ever. He dragged himself out the front door, curious as to when today the suit would be done. He honestly was not looking forward to swinging around New York in a sweatshirt after having such high treatment with Stark. Although his day had been a pretty usual, uneventful day. However, maybe something a little out of the ordinary would make the day better.

It was only after the school day ended that it was a bit more exciting.

There was a familiar car parked outside the front entrance. The sleek black hood shined in the sun. Although when the tinted window shuffled down, it did not reveal the face of Happy Hogan; it was Tony Stark himself. At his school.

"Hey, kid," he said promptly. "Hop in."

Peter was star struck how someone so famous could just stroll up to his boring old high school. His mouth opened but no words came out: his finger pointed off to the buses where Ned was waving and Peter just...froze. "Uh, I, how-?"

Tony exhaled, setting his hand on the frame of the door. "Just get in before it looks like I'm trying to kidnap you."

"Yes, okay," Peter replied, nodding Ned off and getting into the back seat of the vehicle.

"You could have sat in the front."

Peter shuffled his legs as if he was uncomfortable and wanted to move to the front seat now. Actually, he just felt find of childish.

"Too late now, kid," Tony said, starting up the engine and driving off.

Peter looked to his right where a little party bag was sitting, tissue paper sticking out of the top. Tony noticed and looked in the mirror to the kid in the back.

"Oh, yeah, that's your suit," he said confidently. "Good as new."

Peter peeked into the bag. Not to his surprise was the red and blue spandex-like suit, no tears nor holes. The colorful glitter laced across the side of the bag stuck to his hand. "Thanks, but you didn't have to wrap it all up-"

His phone dinged. Peter stuck his hand into his back pocket and slipped it out. "Uh, sorry," he whispered, looking at the notification. May had sent him a text.

may ❤️️

dont forget the eggs!

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Woah, what's wrong? Can't be worse then some of these people's driving skills. I mean, if you can't obey the rules you shouldn't be on the road."

Peter looked up, a small smirk on his lips.

"Never mind," Tony said. "What's up?"

"Can you not take me home?"

"...Why?"

"I forgot about the eggs; I need to go to the store and buy some."

Tony shook his head softly. "That's no big deal, kid."

Suddenly, the car shifted left and was on course for the closest store. Peter silently looked out the window during the short trip. The skyscrapers were touching the bright blue sky and white, fluffy clouds. It was a beautiful day. And now it was exciting too. It really isn't everyday you get driven around town by your idol. Peter almosted wish Ned was here, so he would witness the greatness happening.

Eventually, Tony pulled to the side of the road and unbuckled his seatbelt.

"We're here," he said, turning around and facing the kid in the backseat. "You don't need me to like, come in with you or anything?"

Peter clicked his seatbelt off and shuffled to the door. "Nah, I'll be good," he replied, opening the black door.

He exited the vehicle and entered the corner store. The cool air conditioning hit him like a lovely brick wall. As quickly as possible as to not make Tony wait outside, Peter found where the eggs are located and opened a dozen. He checked to make sure none were broken before picking up two cans of Coca-Colas, ice cold from the freezer. If Tony's driving him and fixing his clothes, the least Peter could do was buy him a drink.

An age appropriate drink that Peter, too, could enjoy.

He placed the three items on the cashier desk and pulled out his thin wallet. After paying, he left the store and re-entered the backseat of the car. Peter placed the eggs underneath the bag with his suit and handed Tony a Coca-Cola.

"What's this for, kid?"

Peter snapped his own drink opened and brought it to his lips. "A thank you," he started, taking a sip of the cool, refreshing drink.

Tony's eyes softened in the mirror as he looked at Peter. "Uh, no problem," he said, popping open the can in his own hands and taking a gulp. "Alright, put your belt on; I don't want you flying through the windshield if one of these awful drivers hits us."

He listened for the click of a seatbelt before started the car and headed to Peter's house. "Do you have any homework?"

"Yeah. I've got to memorize some foreign countries and their capital."

"Did you sleep well last night?" Tony asked. "Actually wait, did you get any sleep last night?"

Peter chuckled. "As a matter of fact, yes I did," he answered, taking another sip of his drink. He swallowed. "...Did you?"

"I went to sleep in my room instead of some work table yesterday, thank you-"

The car seemed to skip a beat. It bounced in the air for a second before hastily landing onto the street. Almost in slow motion, Peter felt himself ricochet off the seat and into the air. His eyes got wide for second at the Coke in his hand before it hit the ground and spilled over.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," he claimed as he scooped up the now almost empty can from the floor. Quickly he tossed the tissue paper from the bag containing the suit on to the spill in a lazy attempt to clean up the sticky drink.

At the same time Tony yelled: "Freaking potholes!"

"Mr. Stark, I swear it was an accident!"

"Why, what happened now?" Tong asked, clearly angry.

"Well, while you were driving and went into a pothole, I was drinking and it spilled all over the floor-"

"Woah. That's not a big deal."

"-and do you have napkins 'cause I'm pretty sure tissue paper is not going to do it?" He cautiously put his foot on top of the mini lake. "It'll get sticky soon."

"Kid, first off, we're at your house now," said Tony as his voice softened. He turned around faced Peter's red cheeks. "And second, you're okay."

"But..the coke?" he asked cautiously, just now recognizing the car was parked in front of his apartment.

"This is Happy's car."

"Oh, but won't he-"

Tony blinked. "He'll be fine, kid, I'll take care of it."

Peter grabbed his school bag and took a breath. "Thanks for driving me around today," he noted, opening the door.

"Yeah, anytime."

Before shutting the door, Peter made sure to grab the suit and nod his head apologeticly. He shoved it into his backpack quickly. As he walked into his apartment, he pulled out his phone and sent Happy Hogan a text saying he was sorry for the Coke. As usual, there was no reply. Peter unlocked the door and set the eggs in the fridge. When he closed it, May was standing with her hands on her hands on her hips.

"Who dropped you off?" she asked.

"Just a friend."

"Peter, a friend of yours with enough money to buy that kind of car? I wasn't born yesterday."

Peter sighed. "It was Mr. Stark; he picked me up from school and drove me to get the eggs."

"Okay..."

"Listen, I've got homework to do," Peter began, grabbing a bag of chips and heading to his room. "So if you'll excuse me."

May didn't respond. Peter shut and locked his door, emptying his backpack. The contents spilled over his bedroom floor. He pulled out the Spider-Man suit and checked it out: no holes or nothing. It felt nice to finally have it back in his possession. After throwing it in his cluttered closet, he opened his school binders and started his homework, eager for the nights patrol later.

~.~.~.

Tony, on the other hand, had to deal with two things.

The first one was cleaning up the Coca-Cola in the car. The tissue paper did not help at all. In fact, it probably made matters worse. The Coke was a little bit soaked up in the thin material otherwise it just made the floor even more sticky. The liquid swooshed around on the floor mat, picking up small crumbs of dirt.

Tony used a few paper towels before soaking a wet one on the floor so it wasn't sticky.

The second problem was a not too happy Happy.