AN: Tumblr prompt: Btw have you done a Tony teaching Danny how to drive one?

And thank you for the congratulations on reaching 100 drabbles!

Drabble 101-Would You Like AM or FM?

"Okay, so, right is gas, left is brake, and the red button is the one I'm not allowed to press," Danny repeated.

"Yes. Good," Tony said, leaning back into the passenger seat. Since his parents weren't really allowed to see Danny anymore due to some unfortunate circumstances, Tony and the other Avengers had become his unofficial parents. It was nice having someone younger around. He gave a fresh perspective to the whole crime fighting experience and had no problem pulling pranks on any of them. He even went after Natasha sometimes, because according to him, his girlfriend was scarier. Tony has yet to meet said girlfriend, but maybe there was some other reason Danny was dead...

"Cool. That means this won't be much different than vehicles my parents built."

He said that word with a twinge of venom, but quickly moved on, forgetting that they even existed. Tony felt a need to protect him from the world like something fierce, despite Danny easily being one of, if not the most, powerful person on the team. He had way to many powers for his own good.

Let's hope some of them were useful for driving.

"Now, you don't have to stomp on the-AGH!" Tony was interrupted by Danny slamming on the gas, sending them forward in a rush that left Tony peeling the back of his head off of the head rest. His hair whipped around his head as Danny led them out of the workshop, taking the turn way to fast-even for Tony. And that was really saying something.

"Danny!" Tony called, trying not to let his panic overtake him. Danny was probably stressed out, and if Tony started panicking it would probably make things worse. So instead of letting it show, he let it bubble and simmer at the surface, just in case.

Tony glanced over, partly to see if he was right, partly because he was worried. But it was the most amazing thing, and he was super pissed off about it.

Danny was perfectly calm.

The wind whipped his hair around, no doubt obscuring his vision, but he weaved in and out of traffic like it was nothing, taking detour after detour. He was completely focused. More focused than Tony had ever seen. And this would be fantastic if they weren't going 90 miles an hour.

"Danny, slow down!" Tony had to yell over the wind. He doesn't know how the kid heard him-maybe that super hearing of his-but he did, dragging it down to a comfortable sixty. With the sudden change of speed it felt like they were moving like a snail, which was perfect for Tony and his nerves at that particular moment.

They drove around for a couple of hours, Tony giving him tips and tricks and warning him about his lane placement and telling him to stop, and eventually leading him back home, where he managed to almost park correctly. For a first run, it wasn't as bad as it could have been.

"Nice going, kid," Tony complimented him. Danny looked up with his big, icy eyes and beamed. His smile was stretching his face back, ear to ear and full of teeth. Needless to say, Tony enjoyed the way it made him feel inside.

Maybe they would go on more drives in the future.