"Can I drive? Can I drive?" Peter asked eagerly as he grabbed his backpack. Tony and Pepper smiled at each other at his eagerness.
"As long as you promise not to be careful," Pepper said eventually.
"I'm always careful," Peter said defensively, glaring at Tony for having told her about his driving antics.
"Hey," Tony held his hands up in defence. "She should know that she's risking all our lives by letting you drive."
"I thought you have F.R.I.D.A.Y installed in your cars so she can take over anyway," Peter argued, grabbing the keys from the side. "Wait..." Peter paused, turning back as they left the house. Pepper and Tony look concerned and the genuine distraught on his face. "What about Gerald? He's gonna get lonely out here alone." Tony chuckled at that.
"Don't worry kiddo," Tony smirked. "Happy's coming out here everyday to take care of him."
"You're paying happy to drive out here everyday to check up on an alpaca?" Pepper asked, sighing. "I knew that I shouldn't have let you get that alpaca."
"You love Gerald," Tony objected. Pepper rolled her eyes, not bothering to grace him with a response as she walked past him, letting him take the backpack of stuff that she was taking with her. "You know that you do." Tony smirked, slinging the bag on his shoulder.
"I get to choose the music," Peter smiled happily as he flicked the engine on.
"No," Pepper said sharply, glancing across to where Morgan was strapped into her baby carrier seat. "I've only just managed to get her to sleep, I'm not having you wake her up and have her screaming the whole way to New York." Peter rolled his eyes, but he knew Pepper was right. When Morgan started screaming, it took her ages to stop. It wasn't worth it.
"Hey spiderling," Tony knocked on Peter's new bedroom door before sticking his head round. "When we go out shopping for your stuff, Pepper wants to go to some fancy restaurant later, so wear something nice, got it?" Peter bit his lip slightly nervously, but nodded. He didn't want to admit the truth to Tony, he could throw something together though. Surely he'd have something to wear.
"When are we leaving?" Peter asked, beginning to run his hand through his hair, trying to tame back the curls. Tony smiled softly at Peter's attempts to tidy up his hair despite the fact that nothing worked when he was trying to make his hair neat.
"As soon as we've had breakfast," Tony told him. "We've been waiting for you to wake up so we can eat."
"You could've just come and woken me up," Peter told him, walking out of his room with Tony towards the kitchen. He didn't want to get dressed before breakfast because knowing him, he'd spill something on it and he didn't have a lot of options for something posh as it was.
"And dealt with a grumpy little spider all day?" Tony asked teasingly. "Personally I wanted to come in and drop a few ice cubes on you, but Pepper wouldn't let me. Said something about it being cruel." Peter fake scowled at Tony. "And she threatened to let you eat my breakfast if I did." Peter smirked at that.
"What is for breakfast?" He asked as they walked into the kitchen.
"Waffles," Pepper said, placing three very full looking plates on the table. Peter grinned as he saw the array of toppings on the table.
"Thanks Pepper," He said happily, taking his seat and diving straight in. Pepper and Tony exchanged amused glances.
"There's more if your hungry after that lot," She told him as she and Tony also dove in.
"Thanks," He grinned again before stuffing his mouth with a huge forkful of waffles and cream.
"I do not understand how you can eat so much," Tony said smiling as Peter swallowed his mouthful shrugging.
"Enhanced metabolism," He replied simply. "It was a nightmare hiding it from..." He paused briefly at the thought of his aunt. "Aunt May before she knew about Spider-man. I had to be careful about how much I ate so she didn't get suspicious."
"No wonder your so skinny," Pepper said, leaning over the table to squirt more cream on his waffles. Tony rolled his eyes slightly at the motherly gesture.
"Your practically having cream with waffles, not waffles with cream," He joked and Peter just shrugged happily as he continued eating.
"How did you sleep?" Pepper asked, moving the subject of the conversation on. Peter hadn't woken up from a nightmare for several days, which surprised her, especially with the stress of moving.
"Good," Peter smiled and Tony noticed that the bags under his eyes weren't as dark as normal. "No nightmares."
"You go and get changed," Pepper told Peter when he had finally finished his plate of waffles. "Tony and I will wash up."
"We will?" Tony said, looking aghast at his wife who shot him and evil glare. "I mean, yeah, of course we will kiddo, don't worry about it." Peter chuckled at this as he darted out of the room, managing to avoid Pepper who tried to ruffle his hair.
"Nope," Tony said, seeing Peter walking out of his room wearing a scruffy flannel shirt and black jeans. "I said to put something nice on." Peter flushed red as Tony turned him round and gave him a light shove back into his bedroom.
"I-" Peter began, unsure of how to tell Tony.
"Come on kid," Tony interrupted impatiently. "Just put a suit on." Peter, if possible, turned an even brighter shade of red as he began mumbling. "What was that kiddo?" Tony asked, sounding impatient. "Not all of us have super hearing."
"I-I-" Peter stammered, turning to look at Tony who realised that he shouldn't have got so annoyed. "This is the poshest thing I own." Now it was Tony's turn to look embarrassed. He had forgotten that Peter wasn't used to going out to events with a dress code. There was an awkward pause as he thought for a moment.
"What about your homecoming suit?" Tony asked, remembering that he had definitely been to homecoming because it was the same night that he had fought with Toomes.
"It was hired," Peter admitted. "Aunt May couldn't afford to buy one."
"Don't worry about it kiddo," Tony said, ruffling his hair. "We'll get you a suit when we go shopping."
"Sorry," He mumbled, still clearly embarrassed.
"It's my fault," Tony reassured him. "I should've realised. Come on, lets get going." They walked into the living room where Pepper was waiting. She raised her eyebrow as she saw Peter, but Tony caught her eye and shook his head slightly.
"Is Happy here yet?" He asked.
"Mr Stark, Mr Hogan is making his way up now," F.R.I.D.A.Y replied.
"Why's Happy coming?" Peter asked curiously.
"He's taking care of Morgan for us," Pepper told him. "We didn't want her to end up screaming all morning while we're shopping."
"What about these ones?" Tony suggested enthusiastically pointing at some iron man curtains.
"Tony," Pepper rolled her eyes at her husband's narcissism.
"What?" He asked, shrugging. "I think they're great curtains." Peter's face turned deadpan at that.
"I am not having anything iron man related in my room," He said, crossing his arms as Tony looked at him with a pained expression.
"Why?" Tony asked, picking them up and waving them in Peter's face.
"Tony," Pepper said as pulled the curtains from his hands before putting them back.
"Thank you," Peter laughed at Tony's wounded expression. "And before you ask no, I am not getting anything spider-man related."
"Why not?" Tony asked. "Spider-man is the second coolest hero around."
"Second coolest?" Peter asked, sounding offended. "Rhodey is not cooler than me."
"I know," Tony said. "I am though." Both Pepper and Peter cracked up laughing at that.
"Spider-man is way cooler than iron man," Pepper told Tony and Peter rewarded her with a grin.
"This is so unfair," Tony huffed, folding his arms in a fake strop. "My ego levels are going lower than normal."
"That's not a bad thing," Pepper laughed, continuing on round the shop.
