Orlande Moonshadow: I am so happy to read your comment! It's people like you that makes writing feel great for me and want to continue, it really is. Friday is a little lenient, but then again, she's been programmed to do as people say, unlike the original Jarvis, who had 'emotions'. Yes, I made Friday a little like Jarvis, but also different in a way that she has to take orders.

Konoewpl: Thank you so much! You see, that's what I say! Peter doesn't change that much in his personal life, it's only when he's hidden behind the mask does he feel confident because he's hiding from the world! Oh, someone will find out his identity, don't you worry!

Guest: You'll just have to read this chapter to find out haha!

poohbear123: That means a lot hearing that! Well, after this there are just 2 more chapters! Keep reading!

Alyscia: Someone!

poohbear123: no, I don't think so haha

showstopper92: Thank you so much! I was trying to go for the cute aspect, but with plenty of action to keep the readers like yourself entertained! I was also going for the Little Orphan Annie theme, but with a Marvel twist to it! Thank you so much for the comment though!

Guest: I don't know, but I'm thinking about a sequel, or just a few one-shots after this. There are 13 chapters altogether. I like the idea of Peter saving Pepper...I might do that in a one shot!

Natasha reclined in the hallway against the wall, picking her nails with her knife, her gaze focused on the boy who was crawling on the ceiling. At first she was a little freaked out seeing that, but she let it go for now. "I thought it was you fighting Mr. Li yesterday, but I couldn't be sure until now."

Peter's eyes were wide as he stared at the woman, panic blowing his pupils wide. "Pl-please," he began. "Please don't tell Mr. Stark!" He was shaking now, and the woman felt bad.

"And why would I?" she asked, raising a brow. "I like knowing something he doesn't, makes me feel like he does, superior." She kicked off the wall and stood beneath the boy who's eyes followed her. "Why don't we step into my office and have a little talk," she said with a slight smirk, opening the door to her left.

The teen sigh and nodded, moving into the room via the ceiling until he was in, lowering himself to the floor as Natasha closed the door. "You know that's very dangerous and stupid thing for you to do? Sneaking into the one person's lab who you don't want to be discovered by. And stealing his things," she added with a look to the netted bag.

"I had to go and see what he was doing to my suit," Peter whined. "He destroyed it! Ripped it apart! So, as payback, I thought I would take a few things from his lab in order to make a new one."

Natasha had to smile. The kid had balls, she could admit that. "What kind of suit are you making?" she asked.

"Well, a little like my old one, with a few upgrades, I guess. Maybe working on the eyes..." The boy shrugged, scuffing his foot on the floor. The woman chuckled.

"I would say yes to that. Now, how do you crawl on walls?" She grabbed Peter's hands, her fingers feeling every fingertip, trying to peel off tape or adhesive.

"I don't have anything on me...About seven months ago, on a trip to Osborne labs, I was bit by a spider that had been near radioactive material, making the spider radioactive as well...and well, that caused me." He tried to tug his hands away, but Ms. Romanoff held tight.

"So, you're telling me, you got bit by a magic bug?" She laughed at that. "And what about dodging things seconds before they hit you?"

"That one's a little harder to explain...It's new to me too...along with super strength and flexibility, I'm developing a, well a sixth sense, I guess...Like I said, it's a new power. I don't understand it, but it's kind of like, my skin tingles and my brain reacts even before I think about it and I'm able to dodge things like bullets, arrows...but it's only when my life is in danger, I think." He looked up through his hair at Ms. Romanoff's face.

"Okay, that I can see. But, you need some training if you want to play with the adults," she said, letting go of Peter's hand, but it stuck to her. "Um..." she looked at their attached hands.

"Oh! Sorry, it does that when I'm nervous..." he shook his hand free. "Training? Like target practice or something?"

"Nope. Hand to hand, defensive and offensive. Your aim is pretty good." She went to her closet door, pulling out dresses left and right, before pulling out two gowns; one of a red material and one of a blue. "I can tell you idolize Steve by the colors of your suit. I'm not using these for anything anymore, and the material is very strong, made for protection. I'm sure you can add to that. Let me know what you need from the labs and I'll see if I can get them."

Peter touched the dresses, feeling the silky material under his hand, then grabbed it and pulled. Even with all his strength it didn't rip. Impressive. He stuffed both dresses into his bag. "Thank you, but...why are you doing this? Haven't I caused you nothing but trouble?"

"Yes, you have, but you also saved people, people who are important to me, so I owe you a few. Not telling Tony is just a perk." She smiled when the boy laughed, going to her door and opening it. "Now, get outta here, kid. You're supposed to be punished."

Peter smirked and ran out of her room to the elevator, Friday already reprimanding him for crawling on the ceiling, the boy making a face when he tried to shush her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Monday morning came and Peter was roused for school by an annoying Irish woman, calling for him to wake. The boy rolled over, moaning out his no and burrowed into his blankets. He'd stayed up late last night, working on the wiring for his new suit, finally crashing three hours ago.

"Peter, I have been told to wake you for school, and if you do not wake, boss will come in and he will not be happy."

At the mention of Mr. Stark, Peter jumped and looked over to his desk, which had scraps of Natasha's dresses on it along with wiring and tools he's stolen. "Okay, okay, I'm up!" he called and rolled out of bed, yawning and stretching. He started putting the things on his dresser away, when there was a knock on the door.

"Peter?" Pepper called, waiting a moment.

"Y-yeah?" the boy answered, hurrying with his desk's cleanup, shoving things in drawers.
"Just making sure you were really up. Friday said you were, but I wanted to make sure." She frowned when she heard a thud followed by a yelp. "Peter?" she opened the door and gasped, averting her eyes as she saw the teen in his boxers. "Sorry! Sorry! I'm leaving!" she all but slammed the door and walked away quickly.

The boy was horrified and got dressed quicker than he ever had. and quickly ran into his bedroom to check his face for bruises. Thank goodness for his advanced healing, because after the weekend he'd had with Ms. Romanoff, he was so bruised he'd stayed in his room all weekend, now glad for his punishment.

Timidly he walked out into the kitchen, seeing Pepper blushing, but trying to act as if nothing happened. "G'morning," he said to the group of people at the table.

"Oh, good morning, troublemaker." Clint smirked, sipping his coffee. "I heard we had a runaway." The boy scowled.

"It wasn't like that," he argued, and the archer raised an eyebrow at the doorway, where a very irate Tony Stark now stood.

"Nu-uh, you don't get to argue with the adults. Now you're banished to the kiddy table, go." He pointed to the bar stools along the island and made a shooing motion with his hands.

Peter fought his urge to roll his eyes and went to the table. He heard someone get up and Clint suddenly sat next to him, pushing waffles at him. "We've also got hazelnut spread." he offered as a peace treaty for getting the boy into more trouble. Peter smiled and took a waffle.

"No thanks, this is fine. Thanks." His senses told him to duck the hand, but Peter didn't, making a sound when the man ruffled his curls. "Come on, man...I had these perfect." He tried fixing his hair with Clint giggling next to him.

"Okay, school time," Tony said, grabbing his keys and the boy ran back to his room to grab his bag, making sure he had his homework.

When he ran back into the kitchen, he stopped, looking at Mr. Stark who was waiting for him, keys in his hand.

"Well? Are we going or not?"

"Wait, I'm confused...are-are you driving me? To school?" The man rolled his eyes.

"Yes, oh smart child. Come on, don't want to be late." Last night Pepper had suggested Tony drive him to school as a way to 'bond' with the teen. He had a feeling that Pepper was going to beg him to let Peter stay longer than the two months, and with how the kid was already doing in his internship, and the skills he'd shown on his computer, he knew he would allow it. Walking to the elevators, he waited for the kid, giving him a lopsided grin when he stumbled over his own gangly feet. "Graceful," he commented as the doors closed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Peter sat in the passenger seat of a very expensive car, sliding down the seat, trying to hide his face.

"You do realize no one can see in, right?" Mr. Stark asked, looking at the boy.

"O-oh...I didn't know that, because the windows look so clear.."

"Yeah, it's a new nano-technology. I just invented it last year, actually...and speaking of inventing." He turned in his seat, his hands no longer on the wheel, which made Peter go ballistic, eyes wide. "Oh, don't worry. Friday's driving, aren't you Fri?"

"Yes, boss," the AI answered from the speakers.

"Friday is in everything I've created. But anyway, how would you feel, about becoming my personal. Intern? Hm?" he narrowed his eyes for a second at the boy.

Peter could barely speak at this point, between the shock of Mr. Stark letting go of the wheel, to the sudden question. "I-wow...yes!" he laughed. "I would-love that! But, what brought this on?"

Tony stroked his beard in thought, eyeing the teen. "Well, I noticed your computer skills when you hacked into my computer system-still thinking of a punishment for that, by the way. And I've heard nothing but good things about you, plus seeing you in the lab with Bruce the other day, the idea just came to me." In the form of Pepper, but he didn't have to tell Peter that.

"I'm sorry about the hacking," Peter responded sheepishly. "But, it's kind of your fault that I did it." And he noticed his mistake the minute the words were out of his mouth by the look Mr. Stark gave him.

"Excuse me?"

"I-I take that back," Peter tried, but it didn't work.

"I made those systems by hand, kid. There is nothing wrong with my systems."
Peter nodded, then looked down. "Well..."

"What?"

"There are a couple of flaws that I noticed...but they weren't big ones! Just, some mainframe weakness on some very important files, but like I said, no big deal!"

Tony sighed. "Which files?"

"What?" Peter asked, flinching when Mr. Stark almost glared at him.

"Which. . A minute ago I couldn't shut you up!" This was exasperating. Why did he agree to this? But, he could feel pride swelling up in his heart.

"Well, one was the suit's protocols. It wasn't weak per say, but it looked like it was rushed. Then a couple of files labeled 'playtime', whatever those were, and-"

Tony held his hand up. "That's enough! I don't ever want you looking at the playtime file, ever. Do you hear me?" That was 'private Tony time' media of him and Pepper, that the woman didn't know he'd recorded. "Ever." He turned away from the smiling teen, clearing his throat. "Okay, so, you're my new assistant, intern, whatever. You start as soon as you come home."

"But what about my homework?" Peter looked at the man with worried eyes and Mr. Stark sighed.

"Fine, after your 'homework'," he mimicked the teen, using air quotes, "you can come be my assistant personal intern. God, between you and Steve I'm going to insane." Outside he pretended to be angry, but inside he was laughing at the kid's face now.

"Oh, and here, I noticed you're eating me out of house and home, which, by the way, is Steve's job, but here's some money for lunch. I doubt you'll be getting free hot lunch from school for two months while with me."

Peter looked at the wad of bills tossed into his lap from the man's wallet. Did Mr. Stark always carry this much around with him? He took a bill and tried to give the rest back, but the man shook his head.

"No, that's just pocket change." he said without a look, staring in at the road in front of him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

They pulled up to the school, Peter quickly grabbing the handle. He was about to get out, but turned and smiled at the once disliked man. "Thanks for the ride, Mr. Stark. I can take the subway back," he offered, not surprised when Mr. Stark shook his head.

"No, I'll have Happy pick you up, seeing as I'll be too busy doing my work alone while you're doing homework."

Peter grinned at his face. "I'll make sure to bug you in your lab while I do it," he cajoled and got out.

"You better! See you after school, kid." Tony took off with a smile on his face. He really liked Peter. But, he reminded him of someone and he couldn't put his finger on it, which was bugging him. Oh well, he thought with a shrug. He had to go home and figure out how the hell Spider-Man was able to crawl up walls like he did.

As soon as Peter was seen getting out of the expensive car, people began to talk and the boy blushed. He'd forgotten the whole press thing Mr. Stark had called on Saturday. Now the whole school knew.

"Hey Penis Parker!" Flash suddenly punched the boy's shoulder hard enough to make Peter wince. "How does it feel to be someone's charity case?" he teased. "Poor little orphan penis, no family to love him, has to rely on others to feel anything. In two month's time, Tiny Stark will dump you back on the curb you came from, where you belong." The bully cackled, pushing Peter to the ground when he walked away.

"You okay?" Ned asked, his hand offered to his friend.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about Sunday. You were supposed to come over, but now that's on hiatus." Peter kicked a pebble, accidentally using his super strength and made the rock fly off the grounds. He ducked and looked around, but thankfully no one had seen. "I'm just pissed that Mr. Stark has my suit now! I mean, I can't be Spider-Man if the suit is laying in pieces on his lab table!" He kicked another pebble as they walked, softer this time.

"I understand. Well, not really, but it's like this one time, my mom took my Xbox away and hid it in her closet for like a month. That was rough." His friend laughed, making Ned feel better.

"Yeah, we'll call it that. Come on, we've got to get to homeroom." He and the other boy walked quickly towards the class.

"Hey losers," MJ said as she saw her two friends come in, both of them smiling and waving at her. "So, congrats Peter. I heard about your adoption."

Peter balked. "No, no, it's not like that! Mr. Stark just needed a kid to live with him, to show the world he loves the kid's too, or something like that. I'm going back in two months." He looked at the girl and saw anger.

"That is so like Tony fucking Stark. Lead someone on with glittering things, then rip it all away. What an asshole." She went back to her drawing, the look on her face saying it wasn't a nice one now as she scribbled on the paper.

Ned and Peter shared a look before giggling a little bit like children, until MJ shot them a look that shut them up.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"So, you're working on a new suit, with parts that you stole from Iron Man's lab, and using parts of Black Widow's gowns...and she knows your secret?"

Peter nodded as his friend broke it down during chemistry while their teacher was talking. "Yeah, basically," he whispered. Looking down at his webbing, he was formulating a stronger substance and knew he'd found the right mixture of things when the stirrer was stuck in the glass. He smiled and then shut the drawer. After class, he filled a soda bottle with his web fluid, smiling at its liquid state as it went in. This was an excellent batch.

With a pep in his step, Peter headed to lunch. He hadn't seen Flash since that morning, not that he was complaining. The bully seemed like he was jealous of Peter...it perplexed him. Why would anyone be jealous of someone without a family, no matter how much free stuff they got? He shook his head and got on the lunch line when he remembered the money Mr. Stark gave him. With a grin, he got off the line and grabbed MJ as soon as she came in, then Ned and pulled them from the lunchroom.

"What's wrong?" Ned asked, panicked eyes looking around for danger.

"Nothing! I just figured, since we have the ability to leave school grounds for lunch, and this," he showed the wad of money to his friends. Ned's eyes went wide, while MJ didn't seem too impressed. "We can go out, my treat."

Peter felt bad about using the money, but if he didn't, it would just sit in his pocket-he really needed a wallet- and that wasn't the best way to keep money when you're a teenager.

The trio walked to a fast food place and ordered, waiting for their lunch, when a woman gaped at Peter. "Excuse me, are you the foster kid Tony Stark took in? Peter?"

The teen turned at the question and the woman's eyes lit up. "You are! You're Peter the foster kid!" She pulled out her phone, as did everyone else in the restaurant and the boy looked appalled and frightened at the same time. Suddenly, MJ grabbed his arm and the bag of food that had arrived and dragged him out, Ned behind him, not responding to any questions thrown at them.

By the time they ran back to the school, the press were following them, the flashing camera's going off behind them. MJ slammed the gate to the school, smirking at the harpies. "You're not allowed on school grounds, assholes. Go stalk a turd," she flipped them off and dragged a red Peter behind her, ignoring the boy who was apologizing the entire way.

"Don't sweat it," she said softly. "It's not your fault they're like vultures who go after anything and anyone with a name behind them." She ripped open the bag and stuffed a few french fries in her mouth before the boys could grab their own burgers.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

School was finished for the day, and Peter couldn't be more glad. But, as soon as he reached the stairs, Flash was there, pushing him down the last few, making him tumble and scrape his knee. The dark skinned bully laughed with his friends, only to stop so suddenly, Peter had to look. Happy stood in front of them, a hand on his gun as he stared the bullies down. "Did I just see you push him?" he ground out angrily.

"I-it was an accident," Flash tried to lie, only to flinch back when Happy moved, offering his hand to Peter to pull him up.

"If I ever catch you 'accidentally' doing anything to Peter again, I will personally come to your house, and ask your parents if it's all right if I kick the crap out of you. Is that understood?" Flash only nodded, his face ashen.

Peter walked behind the guard. "Thank you, for that," he said lowly.

"If that kid gives you any more crap, you tell me, got it?" Happy looked back at the boy who nodded. "Good. Now come on, boss doesn't like it when people are late." He brought Peter to a car that reeked with money and got in, but gave the boy a strange look when he opened the passenger door. "No, I don't think so, kid. You're in the back."

Peter made a face, but then slid in the back door, pouting a little bit. "Do you wanna hear what we did at school?" the boy asked the driver, who didn't say anything, instead he simply raised a hand and brought the divider up, waving a little to the boy. "Real mature," he called, giving the man raspberries. Sighing, the boy brought out his text books. Better get started on his homework.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hey, kid, come here for a second." Tony didn't turn around but knew it was Peter coming into his lab. "I need tiny fingers for this." He was holding an electrical magnet over a wire, watching so that it didn't spark or move.

"Hey Mr. Stark how are you-is that Spider-Man's goggles?" He was sad and angry to see them torn to shreds, their wiring bared for the world to see.

"Yes, it is. Apparently, Underoos here, isn't as advanced as I thought, which gives Clint's reasoning for him being a kid plausible."

Underoos? Peter shook his head. "What do you need me to do?" Mr. Stark pointed to an exposed wire.

"Hold that, and keep it there. I want to find out how these things work." When the kid was in place, Tony let the magnet draw out the electrical flow. "That's odd," he muttered. "It seems like these weren't goggles at all...more like sensitivity dullers."

Peter frowned. He'd made those when his senses were suddenly dialed up to eleven and everything was just too much to take in at once. He even wore them to school, explaining how they were to help his headaches. That had been a hell of a month with being teased and beat up.

"Huh. So, this was a waste of time," the billionaire threw the goggles to the side, not worrying that the kid still had them. "Oh well. Clear off a table for yourself and do your homework."

Peter glanced at his goggles, ripped apart on the floor and felt tears come to his eyes. He wasn't the sentimental type, but seeing that got to him. All his hard work, gone in a day, and the man who did it didn't even know what he'd done. He chose a table that wasn't as cluttered as the rest of them and cleared a spot, taking his books out of his bag, starting his work.

Tony kept glancing at Peter, a small smile coming to his face every time he did. Peter was hunched over a text book, scribbling answers quickly, holding his head in his hand like he was bored. Finally, the man gave up working on his suit, going over to the boy. "Move the butt," he said playfully. Grabbing a chair, he twirled it around, sitting and throwing his hands on the back. "What've we got?"

Peter blushed and looked down at the book on the table. "I-it's no problem, Mr. Stark. I've got it."

The man snorted. "I know that. I'm just bored." He looked over Peter's shoulder. "Quantum physics. Pretty strong stuff." Peter nodded and smiled.

"Yeah, but I love it. It's so easy, but there are some questions that still get me. But, the school doesn't have anything more advanced than this." He sighed.

"So why don't you tell your school?" Tony blinked, looking at Peter like it was that easy, which the boy wished it was.

"There's no one in my school to teach me anything more advanced. I'm flying through chemistry, but, there are still some chemicals I'm too young to touch, so I don't know any of those advanced equations." Peter shrugged, writing another answer down.

"Hm. Well, as long as you don't hack into the school, it's all good." He winked at the boy. "How are you at mechanics?"

"Well, I'm pretty good." What was this guy, bi-polar?

"Good. I'm working on a new upgrade and I need your girly hands again." The boy narrowed his eyes at Tony, who shrugged. "Sorry, truth. Come on."

For hours they worked on the upgrades, Tony telling stories that made Peter laugh so much his face turned red. Finally, Tony felt his stomach grumble, and looked at the kid, who was busy working on one of the parts, a look of concentration on his face the reminded the man so much of himself at that age. "I'm hungry, you hungry? You're always hungry. I'm gonna order some Chinese."

With that that man was out of the room. He stood against the wall, head against it. What was he doing? He was getting all emotional after only three days of meeting the kid. He didn't want to say that he was beginning to love the kid, but like was a better word for it. He smirked. He definitely wouldn't fight Pepper if she wanted to keep him here.

Plus, he would be handy in the lab after school. But, it seemed that Pepper had made the perfect plan. "Man, that woman completes me," he whispered and went to order some food for him and Peter, his mind made up.