Friend through It All
Chapter 6
A night to remember

Three months later~

When Bruce's father had asked his son if he wanted to accompany him to the Malibu business trip, he gladly accepted. Now, as the jet's engine roaring dulled to a rumbling white-noise, the young boy thought about everything he and the Stark boy had talked about. It started out with 'favorite this' and 'favorite that' but quickly turned to old memories, then advanced to random topics.

He was dragged back to reality by a jump from the private jet landing on the airway. Looking away from the window, he saw the older Wayne packing the files for his meeting. Letting a sigh escape him he heaved off of the cushioned seat. Shuffling over to his father, he helped stacking the chaotic mess of papers and files. Once the papers were all sorted the older man quickly gathered all of them in his case and ruffled Bruce's raven colored locks.

A smile appeared on the young boy's face as the aged hand retreated off his messy, black hair and on the handle of the suit case.

They walked out of the plane as proud father and son, ignoring the flashes and screams of reporters as they got in the safety of the limo.

The low hum of the engine soothed his mind from the chaos outside. His sparkling blue eyes disdainfully watched as some reporters tried to run and shout at the escaping car.

Once the reporters and flashing lights of the cameras turned into little speaks on the horizon, Bruce turned back to watch the road ahead. A small smile spread across his face as he felt the familiar buzz of a new message.

T- 'Hey, r u finally in Mal.'

Bruce's smile became fonder as thoughts of when they started texting and tony would message with hesitation and formality. As the months came and went and had gotten to know each other better his texting became less formal and quicker.

B- 'Yeah, I just arrived and going to the hotel now. Are we still on for tomorrow?'

T- 'Yep! We are going to have SO much fun! ^w^'

As Bruce continued to text, he missed the old eyes watching him through the rear-view mirror with fond and proud eyes and smile.

TIME SKIP

The next day Thomas walked his son to the doors of the Stark mansion. Bruce carried his overnight bag in both hands as his father's protective and kind hand laid upon his shoulder.

As soon as the old Wayne knocked on the glass doors, Jarvis came out of nowhere and open the doors with a little 6 year old following. 'Jarvis' the Wayne adult thought of all his heir has told him.

"Hello, you must be Jarvis. I'm Thomas Wayne, Bruce's father, and I was wondering if I could talk to you before I leave my son for the night."

The old caretaker just gave a welcoming smile.

"Of course, Mr. Wayne, let's talk in here, shall we?" he asked, pointing in the direction of the family room. The father just nodded as they walkway into the room and had a boring conversation about who to call in case of an emergency, time to pick up his son, and to make sure the maids and Jarvis would watch them ( the eldest starks were away on vacation for a month).

Once everything was cleared up and the man left the mansion, Jarvis walkway back to the kitchen leaving the two boys alone. The chestnut haired boy slowly closed the door and turned to the black haired one with a smirk that would make anyone terrified of what to come.

"We are going to have SO much fun."

Time skip

"I'm winning! I'm winning! I'm winning!' tony screamed as the screen showed a Yoshi driving down a rainbow road in a green cart, a gold number one in the corner.

"I'm winning! I'm going wi-"he was cut off when Bruce threw a turtle shell at him, causing little Yoshi to swerve off course. Taking his chance, princess peach (Tony chose her while Bruce was taking a bathroom break) sped past the little dragon and crossed the last lap.

"I'm sorry, what did you say you were doing?" the older boy's smug voice pissed off the young Stark more than the losing itself.

"You cheated!" an accusing finger was pointed and the Wayne boy's nose, barely touching it.

Bruce just swatted the finger out of his face; still looking as smug "I think you're confusing cheating with strategy."

Tony just sat back down in his little ball of hate and anger, angrily mumbling about how he was going to win' as he clicked 'play again' for the 6th time.

Time Skip

In the garage, the boys walked around the sea cars until they came across the closest go cart to the exit.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Bruce asked, more-so curious than concerned as they climbed in and buckled.

"Nope" the younger boy answered, popping the 'p'. Taking out stolen keys from his oversized jacket and jamming it into the ignition, the engine started to purr. Tony took the board in his hand and hovered it over the gas pedal (he was too short to reach any of the pedals) and turned to give the other boy the same smirk as before.

"This is going to be SO much fun." Stabbing the board down on the gas, the cart shot forward, leaving tracts in the grass.

They screamed as the adrenaline rushed through them while Tony did doughnuts, jumps, and many other tricks that a six and seven year-old should probably not be doing. Pretty soon, all they saw was a blizzard of colors and heard were the air whipping and the boys screaming. Accidently losing control of the go-kart, Tony and Bruce headed straight for a hole.

"TonyTonyTonyTonyTony-SLOW DOWN!"

"I'M TRING!"

They both let of out a long, prepubescent scream as they were launched into the windshield by the forced stop.

"Bruce…Brucie…you ok?" he questioned, shaking the boy's shoulder. The said boy just gave him an adrenaline drunk smile.

"Worth it." Tony blinked back in surprise; he was expecting the raven haired kid to start cursing him out. Letting Bruce's smile infect him, the Stark sent back his own goofy one.

"Worth it." He repeated before they burst out laughing in the smoking vehicle, in the completely destroyed yard. Needless to say, Jarvis banned them when he almost had a heart attack finding them.

Time skip

"Hurry up~" tony whined as he led the other boy in the direction of his family's lab. Rolling his blue eyes, Bruce had to jog a few feet to catch up. The closer they both came to two glass doors the more the smaller boy's squeals sounded like a pig.

Coming to a stop outside the glass doors, Bruce was curious what was in the black abyss beyond the doors. The stark child walked in between his friend and the entrance to what he thought was the most magical room and cleared his voice.

"You are about to witness a world of tech that would either give the nearest techno geek a blown mind or a techgasm. So you better be honored. So, without further-ado, the stark lab." He dramatically pushed open the spotless doors for the whole room to flicker into life.

The young child just stood smugly in the doorway facing the lab.

"You may applaud now." Bruce rolled his eyes once again and pushed Tony out of the way to enter.

As he looked around some of the inventions gave him his own ideas of how he could make it better or a complete new one. A robot in what seemed like a little lab inside of the huge lab caught his eye. The bot appeared to be watching him as its claw swerved to him movements.

"You like him? His name is Dummy 'cuz, you know, he's stupid, but ya gotta love him. This is my area by the way. Dad doesn't want me messing with any of his 'very important' things, but needed me to build things for him. At least I have one, so, yay." He spoke, giving vague gestures around the lab giving the other child a shy smile that caused said boy to frown at the sudden change in personality.

"I think Dummy's amazing, everything in here is. Tony, you're really, truly talented." The younger of the duo could only stand there wide-eyed in disbelief because nobody except Jarvis has ever talked to him like that.

"I would be grateful if you let me help you with a project or something." Tony couldn't help but squeal as he took Bruce's young hand and sped toward his latest project.

Time skip

Two little heads poked into the kitchen, checking if the coast was clear. Once they were positive that the room was empty, they very quickly tiptoed into the main baking area.

"You got the book?" Tony silently asked. His answer was a loud 'plop' as the thick cookbook fell.

"What are we making?"

"I don't know, flip a page." The older boy flipped to a random page.

"Mint cookies?"

"Don't feel like being a Girl Scout today."

Flip

"Apple pie?"

"Not feeling the pie."

Flip

"Caramel brownies?"

"Yummmm~" Tony sang, licking his lips whilst Bruce just rolled his eyes again and told his new cooking partner the ingredients they needed. The smirked at each other when everything needed was sitting on the counter.

…

By the time Jarvis and the maids checked on them, they found burnt brownies, and the whole kitchen covered in flour, syrup (chocolate and maple), marshmallow (every and any kinds you can think of), sugar, wrappers, gum, condiments, burnt and frozen areas, and many, many more things.

So far, how many things have Jarvis banned them from again? Oh just the game room, outdoors, garage, lab, and kitchen.

Time skip

After a scavenger hunt for all the pillows, blankets, and any other cushioned object they could find, they accomplished their goal of adding five layers to the family room.

As the two boys rested on the soft outer layer Bruce got more pissed every second Tony continued his techno ramble. Giving up on any higher power to shut the boy up he decided to do it himself by throwing the first pillow he grabbed at the boy, successfully adding peace in the room.

Unfortunately, the peace and quiet didn't last long, as it was cut off by a loud *poof* of a pillow slammed against his face.

Slowly his tiny eight* year-old hand reached up to dragged the fluffy object off his face to uncloak a glare at the younger boy that would terrify anyone.

"Karma's a bitch." Tony's quickly exclaimed to the vengeful boy as his hands shot up in surrender the Wayne heir just replaced his glare with a wicked smirk that made the child wary.

Before he could comprehend or dodge, a pillow slammed across his face, feathers flying everywhere. Quick recovering, the six year old ran behind an expensive chair as the taller boy did the same.

"You know this means war, right?" Tony asked gathering as much ammo as he could.

"We both knew this was enviable. Wayne V.S. Stark, wanna see who comes out alive?" The both smirked at the other as they thought of their own victory.

They took off running straight at the other with the hardest pillow in hand.

"Ahhhhhhhh-!"

"Ahhhhhhhh-!" they both screamed.

The battle was long and vicious with lots of minor injuries, but ended with Bruce smugly sitting on poor Tony's back.

"...I hate you so much." The loser breathed out.

"No you don't." Was the winner's smug reply as the smaller boy let out a long miserable sigh that strangely sounded close to what giving up on life sounded like.

Time skip

Jarvis was in the middle of fixing the scorch mark on the counter when he heard the doorbell ring. Checking his pocket watch the old man realized that it was exactly the time that Mr. Wayne promised to pick up his son.

Setting down the tools in his hand, he walked over to the front doors of the mansion. Opening the certain covered glass doors he found Thomas waiting patiently with a bright smile on his face.

"Hello again, I hope my son was well behaved. Speaking of which, where is he?." The father's eyes searched for his son but could find anyone behind the butler, except for the occasional maid.

"Oh yes, he's a very extraordinary young boy. Last I saw the boys they were making a fort in the family room. Would you like to wait here or come with me?"

"I think, I'll come and see for myself what kind of trouble he caught himself in."

As the old Wayne and the Stark caretaker walked to the two boys they chatted about how Mr. Wayne's meeting went and what plans he might have in the future. There conversation came to a stop once they open the doors to the family room and saw the scene inside.

The room was covered in ripped fabric, pieces of different cushions, feathers of many types of birds, and tuffs of fur from many animals. All the the pillows and blankets at were still or almost unscathed were made into two huge forts, one with 'Bruce' in beautiful handwriting, and the other had 'Tony' in a more graffiti version, both were on a plank.

As the two adults carefully stepped around the mess, Jarvis lifted the soft blanket out of entrance of Tony's fort, only to find it empty. But for Thomas, he found two boys sharing a pillow sound asleep. Smiling at the scene before him and silently regretting what he was about to do, he reached down and gently shook his boy.

Bruce shifted his face so it wasn't implanted into the pillow; he looked up only to see a blurry version of his father. Letting out a loud groan and heaving himself to a sitting position caused the younger boy to start to stir awake.

After a while of packing the older kid's things and goodbyes, Jarvis and Tony were left alone outside with a destroyed game room, game system, yard, go-kart, lab, basically everything in the kitchen and itself, bedding, family room, and anywhere else they have snuck off to behind them.

"Jarvis? Can I have another one next month?"

Jarvis let out a tired, miserable sigh as he rubbed his face.

They were so lucky Howard wouldn't be here for three weeks.

AN

Yayyyy, I finished chapter 6, go me. Anyway~ I hope you guys like this chapter, I was thinking about what a sleepover would be like with them, and all I can think is 'poor, poor Jarvis ;_;'.

Bruce is eight because i found out his b-day is Feb. 19

Again I appreciate all feedback and thanks to

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