"Pet'r," Tony called over a mouthful of pizza.

"Mrgh?" Peter responded over an equally full mouth. Pepper eyed the two of them with a look of disgust and faint despair.

Tony finally swallowed, chasing it down with a large swig of water before facing Peter from across the dining table. "You can just stay here the night," he offered easily, turning to Pepper for confirmation. She nodded in agreement, giving a small smile.

Peter's eyes widened as he looked between the two. "Really?" he asked incredulously, setting down his slice.

Tony shrugged, looking nonchalant. "We've already got a room set up for you on your floor, and it's pretty late. Just call up May, and if she gives her stamp of approval, then why not?"

Peter's mouth opened and closed for a few moments, mind jumping from one thought to the next before he finally settled on, "I've got my own floor?!"

Tony has the gall to look offended, gesturing to Pepper as if to say, 'can you believe this guy?' To Peter, he furrowed his brows and rolled his eyes disbelievingly. "Pete, you've been my personal intern for almost two years now, of course you've got your own floor," he explained gently, like he was talking to a five year old. Pepper's lips twitched and she quickly raised her glass up to hide it.

Peter squinted his eyes. "Mr. Stark," he started slowly, "I don't think you understand the meaning of obvious," he said delicately, face just as serious as Tony's. Pepper snorted into her glass, splattering water over her face and the table. She spluttered for a moment, wiping a hand over her eyes, while Tony stared at her and Peter struggled to muffle his laughs in the sleeve of his sweater.

"Pepper, he didn't even say anything funny," Tony exclaimed, affronted. She flushed faintly and flicked her fingers at him, sending a few drops of water onto his shirt.

"Funnier than you," she replied, lips quirking up in a still partially embarrassed smile.

Peter nodded his head vigorously. "Thanks Mrs. Potts - and don't worry about the water. I do that all the time," he comforted easily.

Tony opened his mouth and raised a finger up in the air but cut himself off, sighing and lowering his hand back down. Pepper gave Peter a wry grin. "Thanks, Peter." She pushed off her chair and stood, picking up her plate. "I'm gonna head in for the night, boys, and also clean up" - she gestured at her face and soaked blouse - "this."

Tony puckered his lips and she gave an exaggerated sigh, leaning down to kiss him with a small smile.

Peter's face scrunched up. "Ewwww," he called loudly, struggling not to smile. Pepper raised an amused eyebrow at him before strolling out the kitchen, and Tony narrowed his eyes.

"You're just jealous," Tony said petulantly, shoving more pizza into his mouth.

"Maybe of you," - Peter shrugged - "but definitely not of Mrs. Potts," he finished teasingly, laughing at Tony's expression of offense that was malformed around his full cheeks of food.

Tony took a couple of seconds to finish chewing, smacking his chest and coughing when he tried to swallow it down too quickly. "Hey! I'm a catch," he cried out, waving his hand around first at himself and then at the rest of the room.

Peter raised his eyebrows dubiously, unimpressed. "Yeah, you're such a catch you felt the need to point out all the stuff that came along with you," Peter said, face twitching but just barely able to keep his expression mostly impassive.

Pepper's head popped back in from the hall, hair wet and her pajamas on. "Peter, are you calling me a gold digger?" she questioned with mock disapproval.

Peter shook his head vigorously, a sweet smile on his face. "Of course not Mrs. Potts; any man would be lucky to have you," he replied earnestly. She smiled back at him and ducked away towards her room.

Tony sighed heavily. "You're only nice to Pepper," he complained, resting his elbow on the table and smooshing his cheek against his hand.

Peter shrugged, grinning. "She is the CEO," he said, as if it explained everything.

Tony made an affronted noise, raising his head back up. "I'm still the owner!" he defended. Peter looked to the side then back, giving Tony his best pitying look. It startled a laugh out of the man, and he threw his napkin at Peter, who dodged it easily, grinning back. "I'm your boss," Tony tried, glaring at Peter with no real heat behind it.

Peter curled his fingers, looking down and inspecting his nails. "Mrs. Potts did say she was interested in taking on an intern," he commented idly.

Tony made a wounded noise, clutching his chest. "Betrayed by one of my own," he lamented, swiping at his eyes as if to brush away tears.

Peter laughed lightly, standing up and picking the napkin that'd landed behind him. He set it on the table and plunked back down onto his seat. "Don't worry Mr. Stark, I'll never betray you," he said sincerely, laughter woven into his words.

Tony's expression shifted, his eyes revealing a look of both deep care and begrudging amusement, and he watched on for several more moments as Peter's laughter ebbed off. He didn't acknowledge the comment, though, only smiling a tad more softly than usual and picking up his now empty plate. "Let's get going, Pete."

Peter nodded, still smiling, and picked up his own plate and the pizza box, following Tony to the kitchen. They placed the dishes in the washer and Peter shoved the box into the trash. He paused for a moment, turning to Tony. "Lemme call Aunt May real quick," he said. Tony made a gesture of agreement, leaning against the kitchen counter.

Peter slipped his phone out of his back pocket, turning it on and scrolling through his contacts, clicking on May's. She picked up after a couple of rings.

"Hey Petey, it's kinda late, you alright?"

Peter smiled. "I'm great, we just finished having dinner; I was wondering if I could stay here the night."

May chuckled. "So Tony finally spilled the beans about your room."

Peter laughed. "You knew about it? And more like about my floor," he remarked, looking over his shoulder and catching Tony rolling his eyes.

"I swear, that man had it ready for you four months in!" she exclaimed. Now Peter whirled around to fully face him, raising his brows to his hairline. Tony pouted slightly, crossing his arms and shrugging defensively. May continued on. "And of course it's fine sweetie; you have a good night there - I'll see you tomorrow!"

Peter kept staring at Tony as he responded. "Thanks May, love you."

"Love you too!" she replied, hanging up a moment later with a faint click.

Peter lowered his phone, now only raising a single eyebrow. "Four months?"

Tony waved him off, turning away. "Yeah, yeah. You were a good intern."

Peter smiled brightly, following Tony down the hall. "I was? Past tense?"

Tony slowed his pace so that they were walking side by side and raised a hand to grasp at his chin, looking contemplative. "Yeah, you're a punk, now," he decided, grinning when Peter made an indignant noise.

They reached the end of the hall, stopping in front of the elevators. Peter tilted his head. "So where do I go?" he asked.

Tony clicked the up button on the lift. "You're one floor above us. The set up's pretty similar to our own, so you shouldn't have any trouble finding your room," he replied.

Peter nodded as the elevator dinged, opening up smoothly. He stepped inside and turned to wave at Tony, smiling slightly. "Goodnight Mr. Stark."

Tony squinted at him, responding just before the doors finished sliding shut. "Night, Parker."