Disclaimer/AN: Characters mentioned are own by Marvel comics, I just own the plot. AU!Movieverse: IM1, SM1, SM2, SM3.

So I've been asked if Tony knows that Peter is Spiderman and vice versa if Peter/the world knows that Tony is Ironman. My answer is yes, people, including Peter, know that Tony is Ironman, however, Tony doesn't know that Peter is Spiderman yet. He is (and will be) having suspicious about Peter in upcoming chapters and the reason that I have not had Peter ask Tony about his "condition" is pretty much obvious... Peter feels that if he asked he would be prying into Tony's business and in turn feels that he is being disrespectful. If Tony doesn't tell him on his own terms, Peter wouldn't ask at all. Now onto Chapter 4!

The car ride over was pretty awkward. He should have made an excuse to get out of it but something inside Peter made him hesitate. And no it wasn't because of Tony's reputation. That the man would, could and did sleep with anyone including making a move on anything human; women and men.

That had nothing to do with it.

"Boss, I've assisted in making an 8 million dollar space suit with you, I think I can manage a motorcycle," Peter looked figuratively at the blue prints on the table top, the spare parts were scattered some on the floor, some in boxes and some on the various steel tables.

"Ooh and cocky. My oh my Parker you're full of surprises," Tony smirked over Peter's shoulder. Peter in turn looked over meeting Tony's eyes with a sideways glance of his own and blushed.

"I didn't really mean to…"

"What? Being cocky or full of surprises?"

"Both…" Peter answered softly, the blue prints still in his hand then he gently sets them back down on the table. Just as he turned around Tony had pulled away for he was fixing another one of his bikes.

"Whatever, not a big deal. Hey come over here I need your hand," Tony called Peter over with a gesture of his fingers.

Peter shrugged and walked on over, "Okay," And placed his finger where Tony indicated.

"Yeah, right there. Perfect. Now just stay like that I have to get something."

"What?" Peter looked over his shoulder, finger still holding the spot in the bike, "Boss!"

"Relax Peter! I'll be real quick. Regular or diet?"

"What are you talking about? You can't just leave me here like d-"

"Soda! Duh!" Tony rolled his eyes at the younger man, really, Peter needed to take a chill pill.

"Regular…" Peter answered reluctantly.

"Awesome! You know I can't deal with the artificial stuff. As a matter of fact it's not that good for you, it can lead to a rise in calcium levels and you can end up getting kidney st-"

"TONY!"

"Oh… right…" Tony's smirk widened into a smile, "just keep holding that finger of yours there," with that he started up the stairs into his apartment.

Unbelievable. Un-FUCKING-believable. Peter vaguely wondered how in the world he ever involved himself in these situations. Someone up there was mocking him, laughing at him.

"Er you can take your finger off now, you look pretty silly like that anyway," Tony came back with two cans of regular Dr. Pepper and set them down on the work table. Peter turned a horrible shade of puce and looked about ready to tear Tony a new one when Tony asked, "Are you hungry? You look starved. Hah, I wouldn't be surprised, you didn't clock out for lunch again did you?"
Peter could practically hear that record scratch in his head, "Wh-what?" he asked, his anger immediately flushing down the drain.

Tony saw this and grinned, "I asked if you have eaten, simple as that."

"But how do you know about my time car—"

"Easy answer junior, I'm the Boss, I know everything that goes on in my company," that same grin was still on his lips, Peter however did not like how Tony was looking at him with that grin. Smug son of a bitch, there was no way Peter was going to give him the satisfaction of telling him that he was actually starving.

On the contrary, his own body betrayed him… it wouldn't be the first or certainly the last time. Peter had been about to answer when his stomach growled loudly, "That answers that question!" He looked so proud of himself, "Besides I took the liberty of ordering while your finger was still holding up the dam,"

"I—what?"

"Oh you know that saying? The one with the little Dutch boy with his finger in the dam?"

"I don't follow…"

"Oh never mind," Tony huffed and opened his can of soda and gulped it down and belched soon after, "Come on let's finish before the food gets here,"

Peter blinked and nodded; still he could not understand how it was possible that he could go with whatever Tony said to him. That had got to stop, Boss or not, Tony was too charming. Yes! Too gosh darn charming! Too charming for his own darn good! They worked in silence apart from the constant clink clinking and clacking of the tools being used to assemble the bike until Tony gave a deep sigh as he twisted the nut in place with the wrench.

"Pete would you mind turning on my itunes? I like a little music while I work,"

There it was again. Immediately after Tony had asked him to do this task he stopped and would have retorted had not the door bell upstairs ring, "Ah! Food's here, perfect timing!" Tony said from around the bike and got up to wipe his hands with a rag.

"I suppose you'd want me to go upstairs and get the food?"

"Actually dear I was hoping you'd clean up before joining me, you're covered in axle grease," Tony said cheekily and even pinched Peter's cheeks a little while he headed up the stairs two at a time.

Peter felt his chest tightened. Oh good God what was that? No, nothing, it was nothing. Just Tony being his insufferable playboy self. Well it's not going to work, Peter couldn't let him do it, and he wouldn't let him do it. No way in hell. He washed his hands and headed upstairs where Tony was waiting for him at the kitchen counter the brown paper bag on the floor and various styrofoam containers large and small were set up on top.

"I got you some pineapple curry with fried tofu and white rice, I heard it was your favorite," Tony mention while he had been attacking his own order of food, starting without Peter.

"How did you know?"

"I make it my business to know what my people like, a happy worker is a busy worker and that's why people love working for me," he smiles again and digs into his food out of the carton. Peter was speechless for a moment and responded, "It's not fair,"

"What was that?" Tony mumbled between pan fried noodles and stir fry veggies.

"It's not fair that you know my weakness and I don't know yours," a blush rose faintly on Peter's cheeks while he scooped out a spoonful of white rice over the plastic container before adding the sweet and spicy curry over it.

"I thought it was obvious, Peter," Tony quipped back without skipping a beat. Oh yes, Tony knew what he wanted and by saying this he was able to see just how far he can push this delectable looking young man.

"Oh yeah? It could use some work," Peter tentatively said and began to eat in silence, his blush grew darker but the corners of his lips had curled up into an amused smile.

Oh ho! The kid can play too; let's just see long it will last, the chase was always the best part of a new conquest.

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