Sorry about this chapter taking so long. I've spending time with my first love again, Kingdom Hearts. Since the third game came out a few months ago I've been spending more time playing rather than writing. Don't anybody worry though, with Endgame and the new Spiderman coming out soon, I'm sure I'm going to get the Irondad and Spiderson inspiration back. Leaving reviews will definitely help my inspiration, (hint-hint) :)

Chapter 3

Tony followed Peter into the boy's bedroom. He was expecting the kid's room to be just as messy as the rest of he apartment was. However when the billionaire stepped into the room, he was quite surprised to find it almost as clean as his own place. That's saying something since he has a series of robots that clean everyday. The room even lacked the smell of cigarette smoke, instead the air smelt almost fruity. Tony closed the door behind him and then locked it to make sure there was no interruption. The source of the fruity smell was known when Peter lit a candle that sat on his bedside table.

Once the candle was lit, Peter slumped onto the bed glumly looking at his feet. Tony looked around the bedroom a moment, trying to decide the best way to bring up the web slinging vigilante stuff. Maybe some posters on the walls or some drawings on his desk, maybe even some spiderwebs in the corners.

When he found nothing he decided to just comment on the old technology sitting on his desk, because the heavy silence was almost getting unbearable. "Ah what do we have here… retro tect huh?" he waved a hand over the kids desk, pointing at the various items of old electronic items. "Thrift store? Salvation Army?" none of the stuff could be found in stores anymore

"A- the a- garbage actually," Peter had finally looked up from the floor, when Tony started talking about his stuff.

"You're a dumpster diver?"

The kid was quick to come up with a defense, "Yeah I was-" he stopped short of his explanation and apparently decided that there really wasn't any use in explaining himself because he changed the subject with a shake of his head. "An-Anyway look. Um- I definitely didn't apply for your grant-"

"Ah-ah, me first" Tony stopped him mid sentence. He guessed that now was as good of time as any to bring up the spider thing. The man pulled his Stark phone out of his pocket, "Quick question of the torkoal variety," he held the phone up and activated the projector that was added to the phone so a screen popped up. On the projected screen was a Youtube video of the wall crawling vigilante that fought crime in Queen's, he was swinging through an alley webbing up a guy who was about to break into a car parked on the street. "That's you right?"

Tony watched the kid's face very carefully. It was subtle but he did detect a slight raise of his eyelids, and just a hint of fear in his brown eyes. Those who weren't looking wouldn't have picked up on any of this, but the billionaire knew that it was a for sure sign that he was correct in his assumption. "Um n-no…" The boy still tired denying it though. "What do you- what do you mean-"

"Yeah," Tony changed the position of the phone and another video started playing. "Look at you go." This one showed the wall crawler stopping a car from crashing into a bus by stopping it with his own body. "Wow nice catch, three thousand pound forty miles an hour. It's not easy," Tony turned the projector off and pocketed the phone. "You got mad skills."

The billionaire started walking towards the kid who was still attempting to deny it all. "That's all- that's all on Youtube though, right? I mean that's where you found it, because you know that's all fake, it's all done on the computer." Peter sidestepped around the man to walk over to the desk where he set the DVD player he had come home with. Tony however wasn't really listening, he noticed a small door on the ceiling that led to some type of loft. The man made an distracted mmhmm sound to the kid's ramblings. "It's like that video."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Tony interrupted and picked up a wooden baseball bat that was leaning up against the bedroom wall. "You mean like those UFO's over Phoenix."

"Exactly!" the boy replied just as pushed on the loft door with the end of the bat.

A rope fell from the loft, and attached to the end of the rope was a familiar looking red and blue suit, rolled up into a ball. "Well what have we here," Tony idly said. A flustered Peter quickly jumped at the suit, snagging it from off the end of the rope and hiding it in the midst of his shirts that hung in the closet. He had to give it to the kid, he was so quick that Tony barely got a chance to see the colors before he had it hid again.

Peter turned to face the man again, face looking very flustered. "A… that's a…" he let a breath, and refused to look Tony in the face knowing that gig was up.

Tony took a few steps closer to the kid, who continued to look at his feet. He was almost acting like he was just caught doing drugs; like he was ashamed of being a crime fighter. "So… your this Spider…" the man paused a moment trying to decide what he was supposed to call his vigulate side. "Ling…" that didn't quite sound right. "Crime Fighting Spider," nope that didn't sound right either. "You're Spiderboy?"

The kid shifted uncomfortably, crossing his arms over his chest and mumbled very softly. "S-Spiderman…" Boy the kid was sure pushing the 'man' part of it. But it did have a nice ring to it, and it made sense that the world would taking someone called spiderman more seriously than spiderboy.

But how was anyone going to take him seriously if he's jumping around in pajamas. "Not in that onesie you're not," the billionaire responded bluntly.

"It's not a onesie," the teen shot at him with a bit of heat obviously a bit offended by the remark, and walked past the man. Now that the kid was no longer blocking the closet, Tony took the opportunity to reach in and pull out the homemade suit to get a better look at it. "Don't believe this, I was actually having a really good day- you know Mr. Stark," Peter continued talking all flustered. Tony was only half listening as he glanced at the thin clothing. It really was just a set of thin pajamas, with a sleeveless sweatshirt, and the kid went around fighting crime in this. "Didn't miss my train, this perfectly good DVD player was just sitting there- and algebra test." The boy tapped the top of his desk with a pencil, "Nailed it."

"Who else knows?" Tony's was looking at the boy again. "Anybody?"

Peter shook his head slightly, and looked away mumbling softly. "Nobody…"

That was sure a weight to be carrying when your so young. He really kept this secret from everyone? Tony had a hard time believing that. "Not even your aunt and uncle?"

"N-No- wait," Peter looked confused for a moment then a look of disgust crossed his facial features. "You think that asshole is my uncle! No that's my aunt boyfriend." Ok so the kid didn't have a good relationship with Aunts boyfriend either. This information caused Tony to briefly wonder if the kid had any good relationships with adults. "And no, neither of them know…" Peter was back to looking down with shame.

Figuring it was time to change the subject, Tony pulled the web fluid cartridge from the wrist shooter that had been wrapped up with the suit. That now solved the mystery of where the kid's webs came from you. "You know what I think if really cool, this webbing," he threw the cartridge at the kid who caught it with one hand despite not even looking at the man. He must have more powers than Tony was originally thinking. "The tensile strength is off the charts. Who manufactured that?"

"I did," the boy responded still sounding a bit defensive, and tossed the cartridge back into the closet.

The kid really made that webbing all by himself. Either he had really smart friends or he's a genius. The man decided not to comment on this more interested in figuring out how the teen could do the things he's seen in the video's. He began searching through the bundle of clothes again, "Climbing walls- how you doing that? Adhesive gloves?" as the man searched for the said gloves he came across some goggles that were so tinted that that when he put them up to his eyes it was almost pitch black. The billionaire barely even heard the kid respond with "It's a long story," before he was commented on the goggles.

"Lordie! Can you even see in these?"

"Yes, yes I can!" the kid sighed heavily, snatching the suit out of the man's hands and stashing it back in the closet. "I can see in those, okay. It's just that when whatever happened, happened it's like my senses have been dialed to eleven. There's- there's way too much input so- they kind of help me focus."

"You're in dire need of an upgrade," Tony bluntly responded, his overactive brain already forming a plan of what the new suit would entail. Peter walked over to where his bed stood while Tony explained what was going on in his head. "Systemic top to bottom, hundred point restoration, that's why I'm here." The kid sat down on the edge of the bad, and looked at the man. A peculiar look was displayed on his face that made the billionaire want to know what exactly was going through the kid's head. "Why you doing this?" The teen looked away once again giving that look of shame. "I gotta know, what's your M.O. what gets you out of that twin bed in the morning?"

There was silence for a short moment. Tony noted that the kid stole a glance at his bedside table. Next to the burning candle was a photograph of a young Peter with some man, maybe the kid's father. After a sigh, Peter began to speak, "Because… because I've been me my whole life, and I've had these powers for six months." Tony gave a soft 'mmhmm' sound as the boy tried to explain his jumbled thoughts "I read books, I build computers… and yeah I'd love to play football. But I couldn't then so I shouldn't now."

"Sure because you're different," Tony thought he was following the point Peter was trying to make.

"Exactly, but I can't tell anybody that, so I'm not..." there was several moments of silence before Peter continued. "When you can do the things that I can, but you don't." "Sensing that the kid was trying to get an important point across, Tony leaned forward looking directly into the kid's brown eyes. "And then the bad things happen… they happen because of you."

That was some deep thoughts and a big load to for some very young shoulders. But Tony pretty much got what the kid was getting at. "So you want to help out the little guy, you want to do you part, making the world a better place, all that right?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah just looking out- for the little guy…" for the first time since they started this conversation Peter looked relieved. Maybe he was just worried that Tony might misunderstand his intentions.

It was time to really cut to the chase and get to the point on why Tony was there. The man stood up from the chair he was sitting on, there was an awkwardness in the air. The man still wasn't sure the best way to start this. He took a few steps closer to the boy's bed, the kid just stared at him unmoving as if was pondering what Tony was going to do. The billionaire stopped in front of the bed. The way Peter was sitting on the bed made it very difficult for the man to sit next to him, as the kid was taking up most of the sitting room with his legs. After a moment of awkward silence Tony spoke motioning to the spot next to where Peter was sitting, "I'm going to sit here, so you move the leg."

Peter quickly moved his legs so there was room for the billionaire to sit down, looking a bit sheepish. Tony sat down with a soft sigh escaping his lips. Peter shifted his body uncomfortably next to him, the awkwardness in air was thick. Figuring it was best not to beat around the bush and just get right to the point. After slapping a hand on the kid's shoulder he asked, "You got a passport?" Ok that was a bit abrupt but he couldn't actually think of how to start this off.

"N-No, I a- I don't even have a driver's license-"

"Ever been to Germany?"

The pitch of the kid's voice rose slightly as he began to realize what Tony was getting at. "N-No."

"Oh you'll love it."

"I can't go to Germany!"

The hand that rested on Peter's shoulder slipped off as slight disappointment washed over the man, along with disbelief. Was the kid really turning him down right now? "Why?"

Peter's mouth opened and closed a couple of times trying to form his excuse. When the kid finally spit out his excuse Tony had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. "I-I got… homework…"

"All right, I'm going to pretend you didn't say that," the billionaire stood up. If that really was the kid's only reason for not coming, that it wasn't good enough. He wasn't going to take no for an answer no matter the boy said.

"I'm being serious! I can't just drop out of school."

"Please kid… what I'm asking you to do does not require you to drop out of school," Tony could not longer resist the urge to roll his eyes at the kid's poor excuses. He started heading towards the bedroom door. Seriously with the amount of time Ross gave him, he'd probably only need the kid for the weekend, and he could get his homework done during the flight. "This could get dangerous… so we better go tell your aunt-" Tony's fingers had barely touched the doorknob when his whole hand was suddenly surrounded by artificial spiderwebs, effectively glueing his hand to the doorknob.

The billionaire glanced over at the teen to see that he had one arm outstretched, and a terrified look in his eyes. "Y-You- you can't tell Aunt May…" Peter stammered.

The two eyed each other with mutual respect. Yeah the kid was young, but he he had enough guts to web up thee Tony Stark. Which meant that he would have enough guts to take on Captain America. "Ok Spiderman…" the use of that name calmed the boy somewhat, as Tony saw the tenseness ease out of his body. "Now... get me out of this?"

Getting the webs off of him, took a lot more effort then Tony originally though. Apparently it dissolves after a few hours, by itself. If you wanted it off before then, some special chemical paste had to be used, and even with that, Peter had to use his pocket knife to cut it away. While this was going on, Tony took the time to fill the kid in what he needed him to do, only giving need to know details. It was almost laughable how easily it was to get the boy to agree to come, he was very young and eager to impress the billionaire. Telling his aunt that Peter needed to leave with him for the weekend was a bit more complicated. They eventually settled on telling her that along with the grant Peter won, he was also joining a Stark Industries Internship that he would do after school everyday, and he needed to get some training by going on a retreat over the weekend.

Though she believed the story, she seemed a bit too surprised at the news of her nephew getting accepted at all. There were subtle comments from her like, "Well I guess you finally did something right for once," and warnings like, "don't blow it like you normally do." Not only were these comments demeaning to the kid, and only showed Tony that she really didn't think very highly of her nephew. No wonder they weren't close. The billionaire saw Peter until he was packed and in the limo where he introduced him to Happy. Once short pleasantries were exchanged, Tony directed Happy to drive Peter to the airport and fly to Germany ASAP. The other man looked less then thrilled about suddenly having to cart around some over excited teenager by himself. But it was necessary, because he really needed to get back to the Tower and start working on the kid's new suit. They were short on time as it was.

I'm not too happy with this chapter. It's pretty much a novelization what happened in the movie, so sorry if it's a little boring. Next chapter will probably have a big time skip because things aren't really going to start changing until after the events of Civil War and I'm not planning on novelizing what else happens in Civil War.