"Brooklyn, I don't have time for this," Tony huffed as he handed his son a glass.

As usual, his son rolled his eyes and groaned loudly. He then took a sip of the liquid Tony gave him, then frowned.

"What the hell is this?" he demanded "It's disgusting!"

"It's an Arnold Palmer, a mixture of iced tea and lemonade!" Tony replied in a helpless manner "Pepper likes drinking them."

"I'd prefer Bourbon."

"Yes! Me too!"

"What do you say, dad? Want to put this down the drain and get something good to drink?"

Tony laughed to himself, one of his fingers tapping the glass.

"Hell no," a voice called from the other side of the room "That is a terrible idea, and illegal, not to mention it."

"Pepper! Welcome!" Tony called, quickly maneuvering a charming smile onto his lips "You're just the person I wanted to see!"

"Sure," Pepper said slowly, her eyes narrowing "What were you guys talking about before you tried to feed your underage son alcohol?"

"I told Dad that he should hire My Chemical Romance for that charity concert, and he says that rich people don't like emo music."

"Rich people aren't angsty, Brooklyn. I'm sorry. The Boston Pops is a lot more appealing to them. I know. It's dumb and boring, but it's all about the charity and getting them to donate to it."

"Dad!"

"Pepper, side with me!"

"I'll side with you, Mr. Stark," Jamie chimed in as she walked into the room, holding a file in her hand. She handed it to Tony, then turned to leave, smirking at Brooklyn as she went.

"Should we have vote?" Brooklyn yelled "I know Pepper will side with me and her votes count as double!"

"I actually saw the Boston Pops in concert before and it was quite lovely. It was really cool. John Williams came in as a guest conductor and—"

"Shut up, Pepper!"

"Show some respect!" Tony called "I love that woman."

Brooklyn sighed, and held out his Arnold Palmer to Pepper, who took it happily. She took a big sip, and sighed contentedly. Tony winked at her, which made her flush bright red. His son groaned and rolled his eyes dramatically.

Pepper was a good friend of Brooklyn's, but whenever she got super mushy with his father, he sometimes had to hold back gags. She had practically helped raise him, watching him whenever Tony was busy with work or—well—kidnapped by a crazy terrorist organization. He knew that they were slowly falling in love with each other for as long as he could remember . . . He just doubted that it would actually ever happen. However, when he turned ten, everything changed. It wasn't a negative change, per se. It was just new and awkward.

Tony had sat Brooklyn down one night and asked him what he thought about him dating Pepper. Brooklyn had sighed, acting wiser beyond his years and said that if it made him happy, it would be alright. That didn't prevent Brooklyn from stumbling around the couple awkwardly.

"I think you're missing out on a very big opportunity," Brooklyn exclaimed "Enjoy your stupid Boston Soda Pop or whatever that band is—"

With that, he stormed out of the room, leaving Pepper and Tony by themselves. Tony slowly took a sip of the Arnold Palmer, and then slammed the glass on the kitchen counter, allowing a little bit of the liquid to slosh out. He wrinkled his nose up and shook his head.

"Why do you like that?" he asked.

Pepper giggled and finished her own glass. Tony laughed softly and walked to where Pepper was standing. He took the glass out of her hand and set it down on the counter. He then took his hands in hers, then raised one of them to his lips and kissed it.

"You know, I was going to look over some files, but why else would I have an intern for, if not to do all my boring work . . . Here's what I say. We ditch work and go on a date. There's this cute little Boba shop that just opened up down the street. I know you have work, but it'll be real quick. We can drink it as we walk back," Tony rambled, then pulled her other hand up to his mouth and kissed that "Real quick, I swear."

Pepper smiled and started to laugh.

"Let's do it."

Tony let go of one of her hands, then darted towards the door, Pepper following close behind. He laughed loudly as they went.

After they left, Peter appeared in the door way, then slowly walked into the room. He sighed and then cracked his knuckles, a bad habit he possessed. Right behind him was Jamie, who had left the file in her bosses' office.

"Brooklyn got you down?" she asked slyly, as Peter walked over to the fridge.

He opened the door and pulled out a yogurt.

"He still hates me," he said "Nothing new."

"Even though he purposely spilled tomato sauce all over your sheets?"

Peter sighed.

"Just like I said, he still hates me."

"Don't you ever want to get back at him?"

Peter looked at her incredulously.

"What? Me? No! That's mean!"

"Peter, my whole talk about Brooklyn being all talk didn't work out well, huh? So scratch that. Disregard that advice and listen, okay? I don't like Brooklyn any more than you do. If we scheme up something, it could be pretty funny!"

"That's a horrible idea! Brooklyn will tell Tony and we'll get in trouble! Remember, we're both employees of Tony Stark and we're going to get fired if we pick on his sun."

"No we aren't! I've played pranks on Brooklyn before and he never told Tony and Tony probably knew about it! There are eyes and ears everywhere in this building!"

"I've got a bad feeling about this . . ."

"Cut it out, Han Solo. We've got some scheming to do."

It appears Peter and Jamie are going to do some scheming. Follow and Favorite to see what happens! Until then, I'm gonna go get some Boba myself!

Much Love,

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