I thought I could do it again, but this is not mine. The only thing I own is the order the words are in. ;P

Previously:

"You know kid, I'm not going to bite, you can sit in the front." Peter smiled sheepishly and climbed out, only to climb back in on the passenger side.

Peter

After reaching his warehouse with Happy, he asked the man not to come in, and knocked on the door as he entered. Just in case. There really was no reason to, as Flash was sitting on the lumpy old couch, watching the old TV that really only had the stupid channels and the news on it.

"How was your night?"

"Alright, I guess. D'you think I can go back to school yet? I mean, you would be the expert in these things. You get injured every other night."

"And how do you know this?"

Flash blushed a little, mumbling under his breath about "a little obsessed with Spiderman." Course, with his super hearing, Peter heard it just fine.

"I guess you could go back, but just be careful. Make sure you don't bully anyone too hard."

"The only reason I bullied people is because that was what my father expected. He thought it would be good business for when I took over if I knew how to threaten people into submission." Flash looked down into his lap as he said it.

"Well, sounds like you two really got along well." Flash snorted.

"You could say that. If you consider getting hit for holding a fork wrong 'well'. It was bad. My mother wasn't as bad, though. She just sat there silently the entire time, I think she was 'bullied' as well." Flash put up finger quotes around the word bullied.

"Now that they're, um, gone, you can act however you like, I guess. Turn over a new leaf and all that. Start fresh, apologize, get someone to help you with the business junk your dad had."

"My father. Not my dad. He lost that privilege the first time he raised a hand against me."

Peter looked at his watch, and, realizing the time was 2:45, jumped up and told Flash a hurried goodbye, saying he had to get to his internship duties. Hopping back into the car, Happy shut off his phone and looked expectantly at the teen. "The Tower." Happy just nodded and turned in his seat to the front of the car, driving to the destination.

Peter liked Happy. He was a person who liked to keep quiet. Peter was able to just chatter away most of the time, and Peter was happy for that. But this time, Peter wanted quiet. So quiet it was.

When they reached the Tower, Peter swiped his access badge across the scanner, if only to make Happy, well, happy. Peter really didn't need it, but having tangible proof that he belonged there was helpful.

Peter remembered the presentation of the badge. It really was quite insightful.

Flashback~

"Hey kiddo, get over here. Happy wants you to have this." Tony called Peter over, holding out a white badge with silver and gold accents.

"Why do I need this? Doesn't FRIDAY watch over the building and everything?"

"Well, yeah. But Happy likes to be able to see who does and doesn't belong. I don't know, he has his reasons."

"Yeah, I've seen people around with badges. Why is mine different?"

"Red badges are for janitors, yellow for the cafeteria staff, green for the lower level interns, like the college students, um, black is for the people who run the labs. If you were to ever go down to the lower labs for something, you would have to answer to them. All white badges are the security, the higher interns, like the ones who are most likely going to get a job, have orange badges. People who work in the offices have purple badges, and finally, guests get one time access and a gray badge."

"Who would the guests be?"

"Field trippers, reporters. The reporters we trust get grey badges with a silver holographic circle on them, those badges mean they can come in when there is a press conference or something."

"So why is mine gold and silver?"

"Yours is one of only three in the world. Only the Stark family has those ones. And they have all level access. You can go wherever you want with that one. Works at the Compound too, but you have restrictions there."

"Sweet. What color do the Avengers have?"

"Just gold. And now that you have a badge, Happy will be happy!"

Peter let out a laugh. "Yes he will."

End Flashback~

Peter stepped out of both the memory and the elevator. Seeing Tony wasn't in his main lab, he went over to the corner and typed in the passcode to the secret lair down below. It was kinda weird to go almost all the way up just to go even further down, but Tony would be Tony. And that's what made him Tony.

Reaching the bottom of that elevator, Peter walked over to the dummy that his suit was kept on display. Peter hoped he would be able to work on it now and be able to put in his input (A.N.: That makes no sense, huh?) without being questioned by how he knew so much. He knew so much about Spiderman because he was Spiderman.

Tony looked over as the elevator doors slid open. The only other person besides himself who knew how to get down here was Peter, and he wasn't too worried.
"I thought I said three."

Peter whipped toward the direction Tony's voice had come from. He seemed to be working on a car, but in all red and gold, with some pretty fancy gadgets and missiles. "You did. Traffic sucked. Is that a Batmobile?" It did look like one, but Iron Man-ified.

"Are you comparing my baby to that monstrosity?"

"Hey! I thought I was your baby!"

Peter suddenly froze. It was the first time out of their rooms that Peter had voiced it, and it seemed weird. Tony just laughed and waved him off. "You both are. But this is based off of that thing, but a bit sleeker. And less … black. Less subtle. I don't really do subtle very well."

Peter nodded and turned back to the Spiderman suit. "You wanna work on it? Make it to your specifications?"

Peter turned to Tony again, wide eyed. "Seriously?"

"Course." Tony stood up from where he was sitting and grabbed a towel, wiping the grease mostly from his hands, though a little still stained his hands. "Let's get down to business."

"To defeat...the Huns." Peter finished. Tony laughed at his antics, and they spent the next two hours joking and laughing with each other. It was a comfortable environment all around, and Peter couldn't wait to spend time with Tony again.

OMG, so sorry this took so long, I struggled to get the right words out, to find a length that was long enough to stop at, but also have enough words. I really am sorry, and I hope to hear back from you all.

Love you readers,

~*~pandora1232~*~