Hey, thank you so much for the reviews as you can see I am now moving away from the previous fic although nearly everything from it will be incorporated at some point. This is a shorter one I'm afraid and I'm not as pleased with it as I usually am but it can't be helped.

- EmptyFridges

Peter covered his mouth as he yawned widely in the passenger of Happy's car, they had got back from Vermont just before midnight the night before and he was still being made to go to school unfortunately. He was missing school on Friday for the wedding so it made sense he supposed, he had already missed quite a lot of school that semester what with the flu he had then the whole de-aging thing and he knew if his grades drop he couldn't go Spidermanning so he could hardly complain.

"Have you had breakfast kid? We can go via McDonalds if you want."

Peter whipped his head up suddenly wide awake at Happy's words, "I could eat" he said. Ginning as Happy snorted at his words, clearly seeing through his non-answer. One of the best things about his weekend away was his now improved relationship with the man. Sure they got along well before but Happy offering to pass McDonalds on their way to school was new as well as the offer to sit in the front seat which had never happened before.

Sure they had got along well before but the last few days had seen a change in how they interacted. In the beginning he was slightly intimidated by the man and certain he didn't like him, he could be quite gruff and almost always had a serious expression on his face, but then again, he was SI's head of security he supposed they were essential for the role. Now though he considered him something of an uncle figure…well not something he was an Uncle figure. He had shown him how to ride a quad bike over the weekend and kept sneaking him extra smores when his dad had tried to cut him off. Also, was as close to his dad as Uncle Rhodey was, so that made them essentially brothers…so surely he was his Uncle, but would he be uncomfortable if he called him that?

"How long have you known dad Happy? Longer than Uncle Rhodey?"

"No not as long as James, but longer than you've been alive squirt. I became his chauffer first then his personal bodyguard in '93. We became friends at some point and now here I am driving you about."

"Oh did I cause you to get demoted?" Peter asked without thinking.

Happy just laughed at the kid's question and rolled his eyes fondly, "Peter, are you feeling okay? Your protection is number one, as soon as this co-parenting thing started between May and Tony he changed hundreds of protocols in the tower. FRIDAY is programmed to protect you at all costs. So me protecting you, that's not a demotion kid, it's the highest honour I could get. I couldn't believe Tony trusted me so much, especially after the Vulture incident."

Peter mulled his words over in his head for a moment, he knew his dad loved him and, on some level, knew his wellbeing came above anyone else's in his dad's mind but to know he had decided so as long ago as he had was mindboggling. He shoved those thoughts aside and thought on the rest of Happy's words. "Why wouldn't dad trust you after the Vulture incident? It was just an accident, you're the best man at your job and dad trusts you. You're like his brother aren't you? I would forgive Ned if he did something like that…well as long as it was an accident. That's how family works isn't it?"

Happy swallowed past the lump in his throat, this kid was just too much. "Yeah maybe you're right kid, I suppose we are brothers in a way."

"No suppose about it." Peter declared resolutely not allowing Happy to argue, the car fell silent for several minutes before Peter gathered up his courage and blurted out his question just as they pulled into the drive through at McDonalds, that way if the man said no he could just eat the entire way to school and avoid having to talk, "can I call you Uncle Happy then?"

Happy choked unable to form words. Damn this kid. He would not be made to cry by a fifteen-year-old…and definitely not at McDonalds.

Peter looked up when he heard Happy make a strange noise. "Oh my god, sorry I didn't mean to make you cry. I won't do it again, sorry Happy." He babbled as he frantically tried to think of something to say.

"You're fine kid, it was just unexpected." The older man replied wiping his eyes self-consciously, "course, I'm your uncle. You didn't offend me it's fine." He continued as he reached over to ruffle the teen's hair. "You know what, I've got a Lego set with your name on it…I was saving it for your birthday but what else is an Uncle for if not to spoil you behind your parent's back?"

Peter laughed at the man's words grinning as he accepted the bag of food he was handed. Three McMuffin's? What a win. His mom and dad tended not to give him junk food this was a shaping up to be a great week. He practically inhaled them and shouted a goodbye over his shoulder before running into school.

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Peter grinned as he jumped into the car next to his newly christened uncle after school throwing his backpack into the back seats as he did so. "So that Lego set? What is it? Will you help me with it? It's not as fun alone and mom and dad are making wedding plans until dinner time. You don't have work that needs doing do you?" Peter asked practically in one breath.

"Kid breathe." Happy told his nephew slightly perturbed he had managed to say so much in one go. "The Lego set is in the trunk, it's a surprise, yes I'll help you and as protecting you is my work no I don't have plans." He smiled softly at the teen's excited whoop, "how about we stop for ice cream on the way home…just don't tell your mom."

"My lip's are sealed."

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Rhodey rubbed his eyes as he walked into the penthouse unsure if he was hallucinating. He had intended to get there before Peter got home from school but he had got caught in traffic, to be fair he would not have got stuck if he hadn't decided to stop for some ice cream. He had then been made even later when he was cornered by reporters asking outside the tower asking whether a date had been set yet for 'the wedding of the century'. He rolled his eyes at that one, the press were going to be gutted when they found out next week it had already been and gone, the press release was already written and just waiting to be sent out with a photo or two in a weeks' time. He knew he could have taken the private entrance but he enjoyed the regular public one, he liked saying hello to the employees he rarely saw and he had to organise a meeting with marketing, Tony had made him the face StarkMedical so he had a few things to sort out with them, sure he could have organised it over the phone or something but sometimes it was easier to meet face to face. He had expected to come in and find Peter on the couch watching TV or something equally teenagerish. The boy wasn't allowed to go out as Spiderman until after the wedding just in case. Tones and Pepper were stressed enough as it was Peter going out on patrol would just add to it. So yeah, had not expected to see his nephew and Happy sitting on the floor either side of the coffee table building a Lego Buckingham Palace with Downton Abbey playing in the background surrounded by chip packets and ice cream when he walked into the penthouse.

Peter whipped his head around as soon as he heard the elevator doors open, his Spidey-sense was silent so he knew it wasn't anything to worry about but he still wanted to see who it was, his parents weren't due home for another few hours and May was at work. He couldn't help but smile as he looked at his Uncle's gobsmacked expression, after about thirty seconds he thought he should probably say something, standing still for too long was probably bad for his Uncle's leg braces anyway. "Hey Uncle Rhodey, how's it going? Do you want to come and help me and Uncle Happy? Or did you have plans? Mom and dad won't be home for a while they both have meetings and then some last minute arrangements for Friday to sort out."

Rhodey grinned at the blushing man behind Peter as soon as he heard the new title the man had gained. "Sure thing, I spoke to your dad earlier, that's why I'm here thought I'd keep you company, I've got ice cream. Although I must admit I thought you'd be bored out your mind but I see you've replaced me."

Peter rolled his eyes at his uncle's words. He was about to reply but Happy beat him to it.

"Well I understand why you'd be replaced Rhodes. I blow you out the water in the Uncle department."

Rhodey scoffed at the other man's comment, "Keep dreaming Hogan."

Peter sat back in silence as he watched the two men snark at each other. Huh, maybe this was why they had been so competitive for the last little while. He grabbed the spoon he had been using for the ice cream he had already finished and opened the Stark Raving Hazlenuts his uncle had just placed on the table.

Peter grinned as they continued arguing, well arguing was maybe a bit much, squabbling perhaps? That was something brother's did, right? "I just want to make it clear you are the older brother in this relationship, I'm the hip young one."

"Keep telling yourself that Rhodes, I saw you google what is a meme last week." Happy shot back before turning to look at Peter who looked like he was having far too much fun watching them banter back and forth. "What do you think Pete?"

"Nu-uh I'm keeping out of this, do you wanna watch a film with us Uncle Rhodey? We were going to watch something until mom and dad got back."

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Pepper pinched the bridge of her nose as soon as she entered the penthouse, she shot her fiancé a sharp look when she heard him snort next to her. Peter was lying on the couch his head on a sleeping Happy's lap and legs thrown over a similarly unconscious Rhodey. All three were surrounded by candy wrappers and empty ice cream tubs.

"I guess Happy and Rhodey got over their disagreements then." Tony deadpanned as he kicked his shoes off and walked into the room. It was almost dinner and Peter had said he would help himself and Pep make it.

Peter groaned as he was lightly shaken awake, "go 'way, m'sleepin."

"I don't think so Spiderbaby you're helping with dinner, c'mon up you get. Let's leave those two oldies to their naps. And don't for a moment think you are getting desert."

Peter just grinned cheekily, "I'm sure one of my Uncles will be able to change that dad," he told the older man earning a cuff to the back of the head and a shove into the kitchen.

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Peter smiled when he walked out of school Tuesday to see Uncle Happy's car parked in it's usual spot. "I thought you weren't going to the tower today?" Peter just shrugged at Ned's words, he supposed there must have been a change of plans or something. The pair did their handshake before Peter jogged towards the car, threw his bag in ahead of him and hopped into the backseat when his Uncle opened the door.

Tony grunted when a bag came sailing into the car and hit him in the chest. "Jeez kid what do you have in this? Bricks?"

"Oh sh…" Peter was stopped from finishing and saved from getting into trouble when his uncle's hand shot up to cover his mouth. Well this was a new experience, he was picked up from school all the time by Uncle Happy so that was normal but why were Bruce, Uncle Rhodey and Dad also in the car? "Why are you here? Is there a mission? Are we going somewhere?"

Tony just rolled his eyes at his son's excitement, "yeah, let's call it a mission Pete. Anyway enough of that you'll see soon enough, did you get that algebra paper back?"

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Almost forty minutes later the car came to a stop and Peter looked around eager to see where they were. As soon as he realised he let out a whine, "Dad, do we have to? My suit from homecoming still fits I'll just wear that." He huffed as the man ignored him and practically dragged him through the back entrance of the tailors. He had been here once before, it was posh and stuck up, it sucked. His dad was so comfortable in environments like that but it was all knew to him, he hated it. He wasn't good at talking to strangers and he always felt like he was being judged and didn't belong.

Bruce could see the teenager was uncomfortable with just one look and a glance at Tony told him the boy would probably be in trouble if he kept dragging his feet. He let his arm fall on the kids shoulder and squeezed gently. "I know it's uncomfortable Peter, I understand, I hate these places too. Just grin and bear it."

Peter looked up unsurely at Bruce, he supposed it made sense, both his Uncle's had been friends with his dad for years they were undoubtedly used to stuff like this but Bruce hadn't been around that long. "But I'm just a kid, what if they say something." He didn't want to be seen as a charity case.

Bruce smiled fondly. "Kid you're with Tony Stark if they treat you any differently to the rest of us he will go somewhere else and they know it. No one wants to lose Tony Stark's business."

Tony had been listening in and paused before he entered to look at his son. He bent his knees slightly to be at eye level with the boy, "Pete, listen to me. It will be fine okay. I know it's weird for you but we need to get these suits fitted okay. You're getting fitted for a couple…" he raised a hand to stop Peter from speaking when the kid opened his mouth to interrupt. "Don't argue, you're getting fitted for several suits today and then we won't need to come back for quite a while okay kid?" He sighed when the boy just nodded mulishly but ruffled his hair regardless before turning and entering the shop.

Peter made his way straight to the chairs he sat on the last time when he walked in, smiling when Bruce sat down next to him. "They'll be a while, Tony will probably take ages to choose something. He wants everyone to match so it has to suit all of us." Peter sighed softly and slumped back in his chair as he did so, it was going to be a long afternoon.

"How about Hot Rod Red?" Tony asked Rhodey raising a brow at the older man as he held up a swatch of fabric.

"If you turn up wearing something that colour you won't be leaving with a wife." He grinned when he heard his nephew snort from behind him. "You're having a fairly traditional wedding Tones, you need to go black or navy for the suits I think."

Tony nodded as he thought about it. "Pep will be in white obviously so let's go black, it's classy and timeless. It'll look great in the pictures."

Peter grinned, well that hadn't taken too long surely the rest of it would be over really quickly.

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How wrong he was. Peter peeked at his phone and had to withhold a sigh when he saw the time. They had only been here an hour, it felt like a lifetime!

Tony turned to look at his son who looked almost bored to tears. "Hey, Pete." When the boy looked up at him he continued. "Go with Rhodey and have a look at some things you want. You need a tux and at least three options for galas or parties okay?" He sighed when the boy looked at him wide-eyed. "Dec," he called one of the senior tailors who currently had nothing to do, "can you help my kid please, make sure he gets something classy. And please don't tell him any prices." At the man's nod he grinned and nodded in thanks before turning back to deciding between the four suits he had narrowed it down to.

Peter simply followed the tailor and nodded whenever it seemed appropriate as the man bustled about and presented him with some options. "I don't like the flashy colours." He said when the man stared at him clearly wanting some input. It was true, he didn't want to stand out, he knew dark suits were what people tended to wear and some of the options Dec had chosen were far too flashy for his tastes. "Actually, keep that one, I like it." He said quickly as the man went to put away a dark red suit, it was the closest colour to his Spiderman suit he could see, and he was sure his dad would want him to get at least one option that wasn't black or such a dark blue it may as well have been. Actually perhaps this wasn't so bad he thought to himself as they moved away from the jackets and trousers towards ties. He had simply shrugged when asked his opinion on shirts and let the man decide what worked.

It only took another ten minutes before he was ushered into a changing room and then onto a podium, so Dec could tailor the suit to fit him properly. He couldn't help but wonder why he needed these though, he was going to the wedding of course but his dad was choosing the suit for that. What else could he possibly need a Tom Ford suit for?