Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Characters mentioned belong to Marvel. Movieverse AU. Finally I got off my lazy butt and finished Chapter 3. Haha! I see this fic is getting some popularity (notifications are awesome) and I was wondering if there is anything you readers want to see/are expecting to see in the upcoming chapters? I'm open to ideas and such. Thanks for reading. Hearts.

To say that Tony Stark was impressed was an understatement; he just didn't show it of course. After all, why would he? Underneath all the layers, Tony Stark was a softie, a big one even. But of course nothing in life is free, and Peter Parker; his new protégé, was not getting a free ride with him. That other kid, what's his name, Steve? Stefan? Whatever. That kid was a better gofer than a lab rat, or so Tony liked to privately call his scientists.

"Boss I have those numbers you wanted," Peter had come by Tony's office to personally hand him the file on the new program he was working on for the designs of the Ironman space suit. As of late Peter's been taken to calling Tony "Boss" which was true but it was the manner of how Peter said it, Tony couldn't help but make him feel a little like a lecher. Then again who the fuck cares?

"Thanks Parker," he took the file and opened it looking it over not having dismissed Peter yet when the young brunet waited for a moment before slowly inching his way out the door, "And where do you think you're going Parker? I haven't dismissed you just yet,"

Tony could see Peter's body jerk a little, ahh what was this? Cutie with the big bootie acting shy? We can't have any of that now can we? "Got a few questions about these numbers of yours," with his best and most nonchalant expression, Tony lightly tossed the open file onto his desk and pointed one finger onto it; leaning as far back as he could in his chair, "are they as accurate as they seem?"

He watched Peter gulp a little, eyes looking nervously at him and with a shaky hand pushed his glasses back gently, "Y-yes Boss, I made the calculations myself, I'm never wrong with my equations or my programs." Peter was always honest with him, which is something Tony admired greatly; it was so hard to find people like that in this day and age.

"Well in spite of your perfect calculations," Tony was teasing and smiled at him friendly like to prove it, "I'm not happy with this section here," Tony glanced down a moment to find the line of calculations and pointed at it for Peter to see, Peter however was still by the door, "Parker I am not paying you to stand guard at the door, I need your brain now get over here."

There was that Tony Stark charm.

"Oh!" Peter said in surprise and walked on over to the desk, hands leaning against the twenty-five thousand dollar cedar wood desk; bright blue eyes scanning carefully over the line of equations and letters, took out a pen and on the side margin began to furiously write in another set of equations. Tony's eyebrows rose slowly, clearly awed at how fast Peter's hand moved not to mention how hard the young man gripped at his pen.

Tony briefly wondered what other things Peter could grip with that hand and those fingers on…

"How's this, Boss?" came Peter's quip of a voice and presented Tony with the new formula for the program. Tony glanced at it knowing it was fine, Peter was such a good and brilliant boy after all, "Good. Type it. Print it. Sell it." He said quickly and shooed Peter away. Peter had looked as though he was about to say something when he held himself and shook his head. Tony wasn't going to press it. If the information on what Peter was going to say was of any relevance, the kid would have spit it out already and would not keep his peace.

Peter turned toward the door when Tony noticed the hand Peter used to write with earlier tensed. The thumb ran over the fingers.

"Hey Parker!" he called, bending over a little behind his desk and opened the bottom drawer to remove a soft orange stress ball throwing it at Peter's direction. About as fast as lightning, Peter caught it before it hit and bounced off his head, "Whoa you're fast," Tony smirked and jerks his chin over at the ball, "I find that squeezing one of those not only helps reduce the risk of carpal tunnel, but also a good way to relieve any pent up stress."

No Tony that did not sound sexual at all. Or at least half of that statement.

Peter simply nodded. A small tinge of pink on his cheeks when he looked at the orange ball. Oh. Tony wasn't the only one with a filthy mind it seems. Peter only looked at him with a tiny smile, "Thanks boss, I'll keep that in mind." Was all he said and left heading back to the lab, wearing a shit eating grin on his face.

The day came and went. Peter was currently in the lab at his station, blue eyes glued onto the computer screen while he began typing in the program as well as creating the holograms to combine the plans to make up the latest suit. Of course the actual design reflected on that of the second model of the ironman suit. Peter had been so involved in his work; which wasn't uncommon, whenever Peter concentrated on one thing it was very hard to snap him up again. That is, until he heard a gentle whisper next to his ear.

"So how's it going?"

Tony had the remarkable ability to sneak up on him when he least suspected it.

Peter jerked away quickly. Apart from the surprise, Peter was rather embarrassed and ashamed that Tony managed to sneak up on him like that without triggering his Spidy sense. What was up with that?

"Oh jeez!" Peter made a sound between a moan and a sigh, his hand placed over his heart, "Boss you startled me."

"Clearly," Tony smirked and walked around the desk so that they were facing one another, "What are you doing tonight?"

Peter's mind raced. Patrolling. Homework. Patrolling. Studying. Kicking some bad guy butt. And sleep. "Nothing," the word just came out of his mouth, "Nothing at all."

"Really no plans? Not going out with friends? I mean you do have friends, don't you Parker?"

"Yes… I have friends," Peter looked at him indignantly. What did Tony mean when he asked if Peter had any friends? Uncalled for!

Tony chuckled, "Hey, hey no need to get mad I was just asking," he winked at Peter and moved back around the desk, "I'm working on a secret project that I've decided to keep the company out of. I call it: "Tony's exclusive line" pretty catchy huh?"

"Uh sure Boss," Now Peter looked a little confused at what was going on.

"Anyway, I need an extra pair of hands," this was it, "which is why I was asking what were you up to, tonight?"

"Oh… er yeah Boss!" Peter smiled again and nodded once, "I'd be happy to help!"

"Good! We leave in an hour!" Tony grinned looking very excited indeed.

"An hour?" Peter echoed and suddenly felt very anxious. Weren't they going to work here" "Where are we going?"

"Back to my place of course! I have all the best toys there." Peter noticed Tony wore that smile on his face when he knew he had gotten his way.

Peter gulped audibly.

Tony noticed and left the lab.

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