Chapter 8
Author's Note: This is a direct continuation of the previous chapter
Tony had successfully convinced May that Peter could be "grounded" at the tower, unless she thought otherwise. Much to Tony's satisfaction, May decided that Pete didn't really deserve to be grounded. However, she wanted to make it a point to talk to Peter about letting his anger get the best of him. Tony agreed to talk to Peter about it after he woke up and had some down time.
After Tony hung up with May, FRIDAY alerted him that the pizza had arrived. Peter was just beginning to stir from his nap. He sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"Perfect timing, kiddo. Pizza just arrived." Tony said, as he patter Peter lightly on the back.
"I am starving!" Peter said, making his way to the kitchen.
Tony and Peter sat down to watch a movie- Star Wars, of course, with the pizza box on Tony's lap. Once the pizza had been eaten and the box had been put on the table, Peter laid his head on Tony's shoulder. Tony gently ran his hand up and down Peter's shoulders.
"M sorry." Peter mumbled, as the movie played.
Tony seemed confused as to the sudden apology. "Why are you sorry, Pete?'
"Because of what happened at school."
"Pete, look at me." Tony said.
Peter shifted to look at Tony in his eyes, "Yes sir?"
"Pete, I am not mad. I already told you."
"But May is!" Peter exclaimed.
"So, you saying sorry is an attempt to get out of trouble with May?"
Peter looked down at the couch, "maybe".
Tony's face went from teasing to serious in a matter of seconds. "She said that you were grounded, Pete."
Peter groaned dramatically. Tony started laughing, "Pete, I am just joking."
Peter's face turned into a pout and punched Tony in the arm, as he glared at him.
"Pete, it's all good, okay. She just wanted me to talk to you about keeping your anger under control."
"Ugg, I know. I know." Peter said, as he made a pouting face.
"Does somebody need a time-out?" Tony teased, as he saw Peter's face.
Peter punched him in the arm again.
"Ow." Tony exclaimed.
"You deserved it." Peter said, as he flopped down on the couch and laid his head on Tony's lap.
Tony began to gently caress Pete's hair.
The next day, Tony woke Peter up at 7 a.m.
"Up, up." Tony said as he clapped his hands together loudly.
"What the hell?" Peter said, annoyed.
"Language. You're crabby."
"Maybe it's cause you're waking me up at 7 for no reason." Peter said, as he sat up in the bed.
"Actually, I wanted your help with something."
"Okay… what?"
"Washing the cars. All the cars."
"What for?" Peter asked, shocked.
"Because May, may have told me she wanted you to do something productive while you were here, besides your English essay that's due tomorrow. So, come on! Lot's of things too do." Tony said.
Peter groaned dramatically. Tony left Peter's room, so he could get ready. A few minutes later, Peter came in and saw Tony sitting on the couch.
"I thought we were washing cars?" Peter questioned.
Tony laughed, "Oh I was just pulling your leg."
"What? Seriously?"
"Let's watch a movie, but you will need to work on that essay afterwards." Tony said nonchalantly.
Peter came and sat by Tony still glaring at him but didn't say anything.
"You're not going to punch me again are you?" Tony asked.
"No."
"If I took you to GameStop, would you stop being mad?"
Peter's eyes widened and a big smile was on his face, "Really?"
"Only if you won't be mad at me?" Tony put a pout on his face.
"I am not mad. I could never be mad at you, Mr. Stark."
"Tony."
Peter looked at Tony confused.
"Call me Tony, kid."
Author's Note: Well, this chapter didn't go where I thought it was. It ended where I wanted to. I love writing these fluff and angst moments! Next chapter will be more heartwarming. I watched Onward last night and made me ball my eyes out like a baby, so I am in one of those heartwarming moods.
