This is a mix of a request I got asking for Tony and Peter to do like a Wired interview or something.

Peter is a Gen Z-er, so he knows a thing or two about Youtube, Instagram, Snapchat and TikTok. Tony, despite being the head of a tech company, has no social media whatsoever. Naturally, Peter tries to introduce Tony to the world of social media and vines and needless to say, hilarity ensues.

This is actually pretty funny and some of the issues are taken from interactions with my friends when they're explaining shit to me. I don't have any social media (ex. Snapchat and Tumblr), so this is like, hilarious to me.

Peter and Tony were hanging out at the compound like they usually did every weekend during the summer break. They would often take it in turns to choose what they'd watch that evening while eating whatever they'd cooked. Tony had been trying to teach Peter basic cooking skills before he went off to college, knowing well that May was not the most gifted chef. And while Tony loved cooking with Peter (he loved spending time with the kid in general - but he'd never admit it), Peter was not the most patient when it came to the art of cooking.

"How do we know if it's done?" Peter asked, staring at the bubbling pot on the stove. He prodded one of the sweet potatoes with the spoon, trying not to inhale the pepper.

"Are the potatoes I told you not to smush still hard?" Tony asked in a bored voice as he responded to some emails on his phone.

Peter rolled his eyes, "Yes." Tony was a good cook (scratch that, Peter thought he was fantastic), but sometimes the man would channel his inner Gordon Ramsey, especially when Peter hadn't finished prepping the food or forgotten to pre-measure the ingredients. As far as Peter was concerned, Tony could take his mise en place and shove it up his ass.

"Then it's not done. You want them to me soft, but not mushy," Tony replied, pushing himself off of the counter he was resting against and coming to a stop next to Peter, peering into the pot. He took the spoon from Peter and pressed the potato lightly against the side of the pot. "Nearly there," he murmured, stirring it before heading to the fridge to grab some water.

"What's this one called again?" Peter asked, pointing to the bubbling contents inside.

Tony smirked, "Pepper pot."

"Wait - Ms. Potts has a food named after her?" Peter questioned, as he began to set out some dish-wear on the counter, while Tony went back to monitor the food.

Tony grimaced, "other way around, Pete. God, you don't know much about food."

Peter blushed, "Well, I mean, you've met May. Not much she can teach me. The bulk of my knowledge comes from Home Ec. and basic chemistry." Tony stared, "you told me cooking is just chemistry we can eat. I took it seriously," Peter added as Tony sighed. Internally, he marvelled at the kid's brain. He must be eidetic, photographic, autodidactic, something he thought.

"I'm not even surprised. I remember the days when you thought Del Taco was fine dining." Tony said, causing Peter to laugh.

"Get to Del Taco they got a new thing called free-sha-voc-a-do," Peter sang, forcing Tony to roll his eyes and mutter "children," under his breath.

"The elderly," Peter whispered back, earning himself a swat on the back of the head, as Tony sauntered over to the television. "Your turn to pick, kid - and it better be something good."

Peter smirked, "I find your lack of faith disturbing." Tony eyed the boy as he poured their food, grabbed the tray and set it down on the table in front of the sofa. "FRI, play "vines that keep me from ending it all" please," he commanded as he passed Tony his bowl.

"What the hell, Pete?" Tony said, "Do we need to have another conversation about your inappropriate sense of humour?" he asked. "You know Jeff is still worried about you," Tony added, recalling the incident that had taken place a while back when Tony had sicced Peter on a bio-med project with the head of SI's medical technology department.

"His name is John, and he's just got a stick up his butt," Peter replied saltily, as he stirred his soup.

"Playing now," FRIDAY's voice echoed.

Tony watched with mild horror as a slew of six-second videos without any form of context began to play. The first was of Gov. Chris Christie talking about off-topic questions. The second was a video of two men "chillin in a hot tub, five feet apart 'cause they're not gay.'" Peter sang along with that one. Actually, scratch that, the kid sang along with every single one, like they were some sort of song. Another man screamed as he went through packs of batteries (something Tony found to be both hilarious and cathartic). The next one had the X-Files theme playing, while a man in a skin-tight green alien suit walked on a treadmill before turning and hitting the wall, landing on his ass. "Is that how Thor gets to Earth?" Peter quipped, causing Tony to snort in his water. Another video appeared, with three men in a car, one holding several balloons, apparently filled with helium. "Are they helium balloons? What did I say? The car is not equipped for helium balloons. Aww fuck, its too late, we're flyin' away!" Peter said, his Scottish accent perfecting melding in with the men on the television. "Years of practice," Peter said, noticing Tony's look.

They continued to watch, Tony beginning to laugh quietly at the sheer stupidity and effort people went to to create these snippets. It wasn't until they watched a man in a yellow vest and glasses say "Put that candy back, I'm not buyin' you all that mess," before being clocked in the head witha box of sweets by the person holding the camera. The man put his hands on his hips and leant forward, "try me bitch." Peter laughed, "Don't tell him, but that reminds me of Happy."

Tony spat out his water and began to cough, Peter thumping his back. Tears leaked out of the older man's eyes as he laughed. "Fuck, I see it," he said, as Peter nodded and said "right?"

Another video was supposed to mimic the opening to Perfect Strangers, except it was titled "Completely Giving Up," starring the same guy in a denim jacket and long hair nodding at the camera as the intro credits rolled. "Mood," Tony said, staring at Peter to gauge his reaction.

"Facts," Peter replied, and noticed Tony's head tilt questioningly.

Another video appeared of a young boy whipping around what appeared to be a green stick with a pointer finger on it as another kid backed away and out of the frame. "Don't fuck with me," he yelled, dropping into a fighting stance. "I have the power of God and anime on my side, AHHHH!"

Tony nodded, "Thor."

Peter laughed, before nodding back to the TV, "you'll like this one."

Tony turned back to the TV in time to spot a kid with glasses speaking in a deep voice. "How did you take down Captain America?" The frame cut to the same kid, this time speaking in a German accent. "Ve shot him in 'ze legs, because his shield is the size of a dinner plate and he is an idiot."

Tony stared at the TV for a moment before bursting out into laughter. "I can't, I can't," he wheezed, as Peter's cheeks grew red from smiling at the sight of Tony enjoying himself. "Is that how you got the idea to go-"

"-for his legs in Berlin?" Peter interjected, finishing Tony's question. "Yes," he answered, causing Tony to laugh even more.

A few more minutes went by and suddenly the video was over, much to Tony's disguised disappointment - he'd quite begun to like those. Peter noticed this, "Mr. Stark, have you never seen any of these vines before?"

Tony shook his head, "Sorry, I was too busy running a company and saving the world."

Peter considered this, "you should make yourself more present on social media. I think it would help with the company and all that. Not to mention, it would let people see a side of you they never really get to see."

"Oh really? And which side is that," Tony asked sarcastically.

"The Tony Stark side you only reserve for people like Pepper and Uncle Rhodey," Peter said, noticing how the corner of Tony's lips twitched upwards when he said "Uncle Rhodey."

Tony nodded, considering the kid's proposal. "Y'know what? Next time I see her, I'll run it by Pep. She usually handles that kid of PR stuff, and I don't think she'd be pleased with me making a Facebook account without her permission."

"Mr. Stark, no one uses Facebook," Peter replied. "It's more about Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat, Youtube. Places where you can interact with your fans."

Tony raised an eyebrow at this, "You have a relatively large fanbase as Spider-Man. I don't see you out there, tweeting about it and interacting with people."

Peter turned red. "It's not that I haven't thought about it," he admitted. "I've taken the odd photo when I'm on patrol. I mean, the angles and the beauty of the skyline at certain times, it's really neat. I just can't post them without people knowing who I am. And even if I used a different insta account, it could get traced back to me," Peter explained. "Ned and I were working on it for a while, but the firewall he created still wouldn't protect it from more experienced hackers."

Tony nodded, "you've given this a fair bit of thought huh?" he asked, and Peter nodded. Tony was quiet for a moment, before nodding back to the TV, "okay, what do you wanna watch?"

Peter looked pensive for a moment before smiling, "FRIDAY, play High School Musical" he spared a glance at Tony, who shrugged.

"What's that?' he asked.

Peter's eyes widened, "YOU'VE NEVER WATCHED HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL?" he cried.

Tony rolled his eyes, "ask louder, perhaps my answer will have changed," he replied sarcastically.

Peter rolled his eyes, "Oh, you're gonna love this," he said, turning back to the TV, where the film began to play.

Tony watched with mild horror and delight as Peter sang along with the two teens on the screen. "How many times have you seen this film?" Tony asked.

"This is musical perfection," Peter whispered, as Tony's eyes widened.

"You take that back!" he whisper-shouted.

The next time Peter was at the Tower, Pepper dropped by, asking him to meet her in her office. At the time, Peter was working with the medical division, who were quite surprised that he was on a first name basis with the CEO of the company. He nodded and quickly followed him out and to the office, surpised to see Tony spinning around in Pepper's chair.

"What- Tony?" Pepper cried, shooing him out of the seat. He walked over, taking a seat next to Peter on the opposite side.

"Amazing! The chair's completely remolded itself," Tony exclaimed. "It's like my ass was never there."

Pepper rolled her eyes, "that's because it never was. You were always in the labs." She turned to Peter, "Tony was telling me that you two were talking about his lack of social media-" Peter's eyes widened, unsure of whether was mad or not. The woman, perceptive as always, noticed the kid's reaction and quickly said: "I think it's a great idea. And I think you should help run it."

Peter's eyes were about to pop out of his sockets. "What? You-you want me to run it?" he asked, looking between the pair. Tony placed a hand on his shoulder, "I dunno. I'm not exactly the best at this kind of stuff."

Pepper shook her head, "I think you'll be great. The target area is people in and around your age group, and you seem to know what they like. You wouldn't be in charge of positing or anything like that, per se. You'd just monitor Tony's tweets and posts, and if you think they need to be changed or there's something he needs to talk about, then you can advise him on that. You're like, his editor, I guess." She paused, "We were also thinking of making one for Spider-Man as well. Tony was telling me that you've got some pretty good shots, so we were thinking of launching them around the same time, so it'll divert attention from the Spider-Man accounts. What do you think?"

Peter was dumbstruck. "That sounds fantastic, Ms. Potts, thank you. But, the issue with the Spider-Man account is that it could get traced back to me."

Pepper pursed her lips, and turned to Tony. "We have a solution for that, kid," Tony replied. "I've been working on it for a couple days and I've managed to create a pretty solid firewall to protect your information. The accounts are going to be managed using a secure server, which can only be accessed through my personal server - which has the best and most secure AI ever. You'd be posting to those accounts from a separate phone, which has all of its GPS systems removed," he explained.

Peter nodded. "Okay. Count me in," he said with a grin.

It took a couple tries for Peter to get a hang on the personalized Starkphone he'd be using to post tweets and instas as Spider-Man. In the meantime, he was trying to help Tony run his own accounts on twitter and insta. The first picture posted to the account was of Tony working on the Iron Man suit. Peter had taken the photo a while back, and it was one of his favourites because it was so genuine. Tony was working on rewiring the suit to account for the new nanotech he was working on, and didn't notice Peter snapping the photo.

"Should I put a comment or something?" Tony asked, staring at his phone as if instagram was a complex mathematical equation in dire need of solving - which, sometimes, it was.

Peter stared at the photo, "Yeah, you could write like 'Iron Man works hard, but I work harder.' Sort of like a tongue in cheek way to make fun of the whole Kris Jenner thing." Tony gave the kid a blank look, and Peter rolled his eyes, pulling up several photos of the iconic 'The devil works hard, but Kris Jenner works harder" meme. "Oh," Tony said, scrolling through them, "I get it." He tapped away at the phone, before showing Peter, who nodded.

Ten minutes later, Tony Stark was the highest followed person on Instagram. Peter let out a low whistle, "damn."

On his own phone, he opened up his Spider-Man instagram and posted his first picture - the NY skyline at dusk, with Peter's silhouette - dressed as Spider-Man - falling backwards in the sky. Tony leant over and looked at the photo, "how'd you take that?" he asked, admiring it.

Peter blushed, "I webbed up the camera on a building and did it. Took several tries, but it came out nice, right?" he asked.

Tony nodded, "It's incredible, Pete. Very artistic."

Peter grinned, before pulling out his personal phone and following both Spider-Man and Mr. Stark on instagram. "Aren't you going to comment on my photo?' he asked. Tony nodded, "once I know what to comment I will."

Peter was in the car on his way home when the Spider-Man phone beeped. He opened up instagram and noticed that Tony was following him and had left a comment. He looked down and had to bite back a laugh.

"You're doing amazing sweetie"

The comment had over 100k likes.

Peter grabbed his personal phone and messaged Tony, Really? Another KJ quote? People are gonna think you're obsessed.

A moment later, Tony messaged back. What can I say? She's got some good quotes.

His phone buzzed again, and Peter got another alert from Instagram. Tony was following him. He opened up Tony's insta page and stared at the Following number. He was only following three people: Stark Industries, Spider-Man, and Peter Parker.

Well, fuck.

After two weeks it became apparent that Pepper's plan to have Tony's instagram and twitter debut overshadow Spider-Man's didn't work. In fact, many people were calling for a collaboration between them. Several outlets such as Hot Ones, Wired and GQ asked to do Q&As with the pair, but all were turned down, purely for safety reasons. Instead, the pair decided to make a Q&A for SI's youtube channel debut.

Once Tony and double and triple checked the voice-modifier in Peter's suit, the pair began to shoot, each holding a bucket of questions as they sat facing the camera. "3, 2, 1 and go!" Peter said, counting down before hitting record. He was going to be in charge of all the editing and whatnot, just to really ensure that his identity remained secret.

"Hey everyone, I'm Spider-Man," Peter said, waving cheerfully at the camera.

"And I am Tony Stark, and sometimes Iron Man," Tony said, looking at the camera and giving it his usual TV-smile. "So, Spider-Man, what are we doing today?"

"Good question, Mr. Stark. We are doing a Q&A. In my hand, I have a bucket of questions people have sent to you over Twitter and Instagram, and you have questions from the internet for me. We'll be taking it in turns to answer them until we get tired, or the questions get too weird - whichever comes first. Sound good?"

Tony nodded, before adding, "And before we begin, I want to say that all questions that could potentially lead to Spider-Man's identity being released have been removed."

"And on that note, let's begin," Peter nodded, as he grabbed a question out of his bag. "How did you and Spider-Man meet?" Peter asked, grinning as he remembered the day.

Tony smirked as he began, "I met Spider-Man in the middle of the whole Accords thing. Actually, I'd been keeping tabs on him for a while, and eventually I decided I needed to meet the guy," he finished, nodding to Peter, who's head snapped back, like he was confused.

"You needed my help," Peter interrupted and Tony rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, that was a part of it," Tony said offhandedly, looking at the camera.

"That was all of it," Peter replied knowingly as Tony shrugged and mouthed, "all right."

Tony grabbed a question from his bucket, "What superpowers does Spider-Man have?" Tony nodded at Peter, a subliminal way to let him know it was safe to answer the question.

"Excellent question. My powers include super strength and speed healing. I'm also pretty flexible as well, which helps when I'm webbing around the city. And I have really good reflexes as well, which help when I'm fighting crime."

"He's also very good at annoying the shit out of me," Tony added. The eyes of the Spider-Man costume squinted, mimicking Peter's facial expressions underneath.

"I came out to have a good time, and I'm honestly feeling really so attacked right now," Peter said, sounding as hurt as he possibly could.

Tony groaned, "is this another one of those internet things?" he asked, placing a forefinger to the space between his brows and closing his eyes while Peter laughed and picked out a new question for Tony.

"What is Tony Stark's greatest fear? Ohh, good question," Peter said, looking over at Tony, who stared into the camera.

"Pepper Potts," he deadpanned, and Peter flicked the paper with the question on it at Tony.

"Booo, that's your wife," Peter replied. "Put some respeck 'pon her name."

Tony ignored him and picked a new question for Peter. "Who is Spider-Man's favourite musician?" he asked, smiling as he already knew the answer.

"Panic! at the Disco. Brendan Urie is an icon," Peter replied with all seriousness. Tony raised an eyebrow, "C'mon, even you have to admit you like them too," Peter argued.

"I mean, they're pretty good considering the rest of the music your generation listens to," Tony conceded. He turned to the camera, "He once played trap music in the lab. I couldn't look at him the same after that."

Peter cocked his head, eyes widening as he remembered why. "Hey - that was one time!" he cried, causing Tony to laugh. "And it was a different circumstance," he grumbled as an afterthought as he dug around in his bucket. "Would you rather be Iron Man forever and give up Pepper, or give up Iron Man to be with Pepper? Ohhh, an ultimatum has been thrust upon you!" Peter said, imitating a mysterious voice.

"Give up Iron Man. No question," Tony said immediately.

Peter's eyes widened in shock, the effect making Tony laugh as the mask's eyes mimicked it. "Damn. Without question?" he asked.

"Without question," Tony restated simply.

Peter let out a low whistle. "God, you're so lucky you have Pepper."

Tony squinted, "don't you mean she's lucky to have me?" he asked.

"She called you a fungus yesterday," Peter deadpanned.

"So I'm a lucky fungus," Tony grinned.

"There's no version of this that will make you sound good Mr. Stark," Peter replied, wiping the smirk off Tony's face as he picked a new question.

"Fucking kids," Tony grumbled as he unfurled the next question. "What is Spider-Man's biggest fear?" Tony looked up at the kid, expecting him to say "death" or some other deep and depressing fear.

"Spiders," Peter replied, as Tony tried to muffle his laughter.

"Spider-Man is scared of spiders?" Tony asked, earning a glare from Peter.

"Hey, I have a founded fear of those bitches. They have too many legs, too many eyes and they have those pincers," here Peter raised his thumbs and forefingers to his mouth and mimicked them.

"You're a fucking delight," Tony smiled. He could tell Peter was blushing at the comment based on how he shrugged inwards. "But seriously, biggest fear?"

Peter shook his head, "Well, Spiders are up there. But I'd have to say ... being abandoned or, like, left alone. That's probably the biggest one. Paralyzing actually, now that I think about it." Tony nodded, understanding exactly how found that specific fear was to Peter, watching as the kid pulled out another question. "Why does Tony Stark shave his beard weird?" Peter raised an eyebrow as he looked up at his mentor.

Tony scratched his beard thoughtfully. "I don't really know. It's just, the way I shave it? Never put much thought into it really," he answered honestly.

Peter nodded, "So it's not like there's a hidden formula to yet another element in your beard? Like it's not easter egg for the Iron Man suits or something?"

Tony cocked an eyebrow, "I've been shaving my beard like this long before Iron Man, kiddo. And there's no hidden formula or anything in it," he began, before turning to the camera and whipping off his glasses. "Or is there?" he added, before wiping his glasses on his shirt and putting them back on.

"Ahh, the suspense Mr. Stark!" Peter whined, earning a small chuckle from the man as he got the final question for Peter.

"Save the world scenario: Sacrifice Tony Stark, or sacrifice yourself?" he asked with all seriousness.

Peter tensed slightly. "Umm, what the hell kind of question is that? NO, I wouldn't kill him. We need Tony Stark way more than we need Spider-Man guys," Peter replied. "Sacrifice myself, easy."

"Kid, like hell I'd let you do that," Tony yelled. "You kill me, and save yourself."

"Whatever," Peter replied, rolling his eyes. "It's a hypothetical question, Mr. Stark."

Tony ripped his sunglasses off again. "Nuh-uh kid. This is an order. If it ever comes down to it - which I hope it doesn't - you toss me, and save yourself. Got it?" he yelled, eyes slightly watery.

"Oh no, it looks like I've forgotten how to comprehend speech," Peter said, as Tony swatted the kid around the head. "Ouch!"

"Yeah, Ouch" Tony replied, sticking his tongue out at Peter.

"God, Pepper was right. You really are a fungus," Peter mumbled, earning another swat from Tony. "Hey!" Peter yelled again.

"Hey!" Tony mimicked, as they began to quarrel.

Suddenly Pepper stepped into the frame. "Boys, behave!" she hissed, pointing at the camera. "God, Tony, you're the adult here!"

"I thought I was the fungus," Tony replied, cocking an eyebrow as Pepper groaned and walked away.

"Well, I guess that's it from us. Thanks for watching, and remember to subscribe down below. Links to our twitter and instagram are in the description box," Peter said quickly, as Tony stared.

"How long've you been practicing that for?" Tony asked, grinning.

Peter shrugged, "I wanted to be a beauty guru when I was younger," he admitted.

The video closed on Tony's shocked face.