Hello there! Here is my second fanfic. I will return to the Wolf Soldier, but I need some time, with school and all. Updates will be infrequent, but I WILL try. This story has a more grounded basis, using no OC's whatsoever. It's just the story of Peter and Shuri meeting and bonding, but with a twist. Here goes!

Tony P.O.V

It's well known by now that the infamous Tony Stark despises meetings.

This one, however, is different.

I mean, usually, "important" meetings are me meeting up with assholes who want shit done.

I never expected one of these aforementioned meetings would be a diplomatic affair over technology with King T'Challa and his sister Shuri.

T'Challa is calm, friendly, and diplomatic and Shuri is a fucking genius - language, says the inner Cap in my head. No. Don't think about Steve. Mind on topic, Tony. - maybe even smarter than me.

Damn, who would have thought the person to damage my ego most was myself.

With Shuri spouting out random memes that I actually understood due to a certain spiderling.

Think of the devil and he shall appear.

T'Challa was wrapping up today's talk when FRIDAY suddenly spouted, Boss, opening window 95-A.

I said the only thing I could think of at the moment "What?"

Now, if I wasn't sleep deprived and tired of talking this long, even to the King and the Princess of Wakanda, I would have either:

A) Flipped the ceiling off

B) Made a snarky comment

C) Pointed out that FRIDAY was on mute

But thank god I did what I did, cause it would have led to a LOT more questions from America's guests. Off topic again, Tony. I have to stop doing that.

FRIDAY then surprised me with a message from Karen, saying, and I quote, sir, her boss saying to tell Mr. Stark that he was "yeeted out of a helicopter by the bad guys" and he is currently heading towards said window.

I spat out the coffee I had in my mouth and promptly gained 3 more gray hairs, though I would deny it due to my dignity.

I screamed (Shuri said it was like a little girl. It was not. I screamed like a man.) "OPEN THE DAMN WINDOW, NOW!"

Said damn window opened just in time to enter Peter Benjamin Parker, aka Spider-Man and aka the GHG (Gray Hair Giver - christened by Tony Stark), who flew into a WALL on the other side of the room in a perfect face plant.

I swear to god, this kid. He drives me insane. I love him.

And then? He just gets up! Like he didn't faceplant and slide down a fucking brick wall. I'm too old for this.

Peter opens his mouth, then begins performing his famous million miles an hour word ramble.

"Hey, Mr. Stark! I was just stopping some bad guys, you know, as the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man and stuff, well, you already knew that, I hope I didn't bother you by going in your window, and also-"

"WHAT ARE THOSE?!"

Said Shuri and Peter at the EXACT SAME TIME. ON THE MARK.

Peter, looking around for the fellow kid who had spoken his language, froze when he saw said kid with King T'Challa.

T'Challa nodded. "Good afternoon, Spider-Man. I trust you are alright?"

Peter's brain seemed to have rebooted and he said "I'm doing alright, King T'Challa, sir. Uh, who is the young lady you brought with you?"

King T'Challa responded with "My sister, Shuri. She is the one that insulted Mr. Stark's choice of footwear along with you, which seemed to be a joke, as she does the same back in Wakanda a lot."

Shuri grinned, shyly, because Spider-Man was her personal favorite hero out of the Avengers and she felt VERY awkward suddenly.

Peter's brain shut down again, along with his body. He then fainted for me to pick him up. Darn it, kid. You weigh a lot for my old muscles to pick up.

Ah, what the hell. I love him anyways.