Chapter 1

Summary: In which Peter and Tony have a chat, and gets a quick driving lesson. Very minor mention of blood.

"THIS-" Mr. Stark pointed to his Spider-Man suit, that of which he is holding, "-is CLEARLY not a SMALL tear."

They were in his lab in the Avenger's newly built compound, and he had come today to get his suit repaired... however, on second thought, he might've been better off if he just repaired it himself. Somehow. He could figure it out.

Not meeting his eyes, Peter replied, his voice an octave higher than usual, "Large, small, does it really matter Mr. Stark?"

"I'm not finished. And THIS-" he moved his finger to point to a stain on the suit, "-is CLEARLY not grape juice."

Ok, thinking Mr. Stark would believe the grape juice thing was pretty far-fetched. "In my defense," Peter paused, "ok I have no defense. Maybe it's cherry juice?" If that is even as thing, Peter doesn't know.

Tony sighed. "Pete I know blood when I see it. You got stabbed didn't you?"

It really wasn't his fault. It was just two guys robbing one lady. With one knife. How was he supposed to know that there was more guys around the corner? And that they each had a knife? He wasn't! And he did pretty well considering the odds, and one stab wound was nothing. Especially compared to a building being collapsed ontop of him. Not that he would ever tell Mr. Stark about that incident.

It was silent for a moment before he finally decided to respond. "Yes?"

Another silent moment.

"Ok before you say anything else Mr. Stark, I'm fine now-"

Before he could even finish his mini rant, he was cut off by Mr. Stark, to raised his finger, "Nuh uh, what if it didn't end as well? Then what?"

The air in the room got thicker.

Tony continued, "I'm upgrading your suit," Peter perked up at that, "to alert me when you get hurt." That changed Peter's expression.

"I thought it already had that?"

"Yeah. Well. Now it's going to be better."

It felt like he only just had Ned remove the baby monitor protocols, and the last thing he wants right now is more of his freedom taken. "Mr. Stark, I don't really think that's all that necessary."

"Well I think it is. For your aunt's sake," He met Peter's eyes, "and mine. We just want to keep you safe."

Peter shifted his gaze downward following that statement. He could't argue with that, after uncle Ben, and his very own parents, he and May only had each other. And now, maybe Mr. Stark too. "Ok."

"Ok? Ok good. Glad we settled that." A pause. "Remember when I came to your apartment before we left for Germany?" An obvious conversation topic change, as the awkward silence was growing. "And I met your hot aunt?" He added, just to spite Peter.

Peter made a face at that last comment. "One, please don't say that about my aunt. Two, yes why?"

"Then you said you had homework? Which was dumb by the way, " Peter rolled his eyes, "Then you said that you didn't even have your drivers license?"

He's not going to lie, he's getting a little worried. "Yes... why?"

"I think we should work on that. Mind as well since you decided to show up here half dead."

"Half dead? The stab wound is long passed healed!"

And that's how Peter found himself walking down to Stark's personal garage full of expensive cars. It's not too late to run away, he thinks. But they stop before an obviously new Audi model, something he would very much like to not destroy.

"Mr. Stark I think this is a very bad Idea."

"Don't call my ideas bad. Now hop in."

Tony slid into the passenger seat, waving to Peter to join him at the drivers seat. There's a couple of things running through his mind at once. Number one, he is about to get a driving lesson from The Tony Stark. And yeah, they do meet about once a week to train and work on the suit, but he can't help being a fan. Number two, He's going to murder The Tony Stark. He lives in Queens, in the city, and there's not a lot of chances to practice behind the wheel. So he had no experience, and was probably going to crash, and become a murderer. Number three, he's going to die. There's no way he's also going to survive the inevitable.

He does know some of the basics of course, so first things first he buckles his seatbelt. Adjusts the seat and mirrors. And sits there.

"The car's not going to move if you just sit there, you know." Mr. Stark provided, but with no further instruction.

It was one of those fancy cars that doesn't need a key to be inserted to start the engine, but just the push of the button. He moves the gear shift into drive. He steps on the gas peddle.

And they both die. Ok not really, but he did miss one thing.

The car was parked facing a well. And he missed changing the gear to reverse. He thankfully acted quickly, and stepped on the brake, but they were both jerked forward.

"PETER WHAT THE HELL!" Mr. Stark yelled.

"Ok but that was a good save right?"

"Let's... take this one step at a time, this time. Alright?"

"Yeah..."

"Let's try reverse first."

"Yeah."

This time, Peter successfully backed the car out.

"That's what I had more in mind Peter. See the difference from when I leave you alone to figure things out, compared to when I provide my expert wisdom?"

"I guess."

"You guess?"