Disclaimer A/N: Characters mentioned are owned my Marvel. Spoilers: IM1, IM2, SP1, SP2, SP3.

So a little more than a year and I've finally submitted Chapter 6. It was tough mostly because I had started to run out of ideas as how to continue this fic. My usual Tony muse wasn't fuctioning as much as he usually was so that was another problem. Anyway, ideas are GOLDEN and I would really love it if you guys gave me a couple of them for the new chapters or so. BTW the scene where Tony raises his hand over Peter's head was taken out of FAKE for those of you who know the manga. :) Anyway, enjoy the fic!

He didn't bother going. Nope. No way, no how.

The moment Peter had finished his shift, his brain went on automatic and he clocked out then headed back to his apartment. What was Tony thinking? Asking—well not really asking but telling Peter to take pictures of him. PICTURES. In all caps and everything!

Peter's mind swam with visual images of Tony in various states of attire: Tony still wearing his business suit but had loosened his tie. Tony with his shirt open to reveal his flat abs along with a dark dusty trail from below his navel, disappearing into his slacks. Tony in nothing but a speedo. Tony naked on a bearskin rug, or a white tiger skinned rug… oh God. NEVER. MIND. SERIOUSLY.

Just as he shook these thoughts out of his head, his phone rang. Taking it out of his pocket he checked the ID, it was Tony. Probably asking him where the hell was he and why on God's sweet green earth wasn't Peter in his office taking pictures of his equally godly bod.

"Not tonight Boss," Peter muttered and pushes the side of his phone that would allow the call to go to voicemail.

Peter didn't sleep a wink that night, because for every thirty, then twenty, ten and then finally every FIVE DAMN MINUTES… Tony was calling him. The authentic "Ironman" ringtone Tony was so clever to put on Peter's cell right before he gave it to him kept going off. No, Peter was sticking to his guns and was good about not picking up the phone; Tony would just have to deal with not getting his way.

"Cottontail, you didn't answer my calls last night," Tony said casually the next day as though he was ordering a scotch for breakfast.

Cottontail? Really? Okay this has got to be harassment. Peter had flushed a brilliant pink with disbelief and cleared his throat trying his best to keep his composure. Tony saw this and only smirked.

"Battery died," the younger man lied, "couldn't find the charger,"

"Not only are you terribly adorable, you're a terrible liar," Tony only smiled and gave the younger man a wink, "I'll see you tonight, I need a few pictures before you go, the journalist from GQ had a photographer but said he out sick. So I volunteered you to step in for him."

WHAT. THE. HELL.

Peter's mind suddenly went blank and he shook his head, as if that was going to help, his brain wasn't an etch-a-sketch that he could just start things over. But everything was happening so fast and besides that was extra money he can pay for rent and even wire more to aunt May. Peter took in a deep breath and sighed in defeat, "Fine Boss," he gave in, "What time is the reporter coming?"

"About five thirty," Tony said with a straight face, then he grinned maliciously, "Then at five thirty-five, at five forty, five forty-five—"

Peter held up a hand and bit back his retort, "TMI Boss, TMI," his head began to throb in anger, really how in the world did Pepper put up with Tony's bullshit? "Just call for me when the reporter gets here, no wait I'll call Pepper and have her tell me, that way I can get a straight answer and not a run around smart aleck remark or two."

Picking up the phone Peter dialed Pepper's extension and just as she answered, Tony hung up the phone with a push of a button, Peter looked up with a deadpan expression, "You do realize I'm going to have to call back and apologize don't you?"

"Pepper's a strong girl, she'll get over it," Tony shrugged and takes the phone back from Peter to hang it up, "five thirty, be there Parker, I'm counting on you," Tony gave Peter those puppy dog eyes which made Peter wince and his teeth hurt.

"Yes, Boss…" Peter sighed and ran his hand through his hair relieved to see that his answer pleased Tony well enough for the older man to leave.

"How do you put up with it?" Peter asked Pepper while they enjoyed their lunch together.

"Tony's behavior?" Pepper guessed by the look on Peter's face, she wore a tiny smile on her face, "Actually, it all depends on what he's doing. What did he say to you that's got you all riled up?"

"He wants me to take pictures of him for the GQ interview," Peter murmured into his sandwich before taking a bite.

"That's great Peter!" Pepper was genuinely impressed, "Tony gets really particular about his photographers, normally he doesn't do magazine interviews too much these days. What time is the interview?"

Peter swallowed the bit of his sandwich, "He said five thirty, then again I can't be too sure…"

"Why do you say that?"

"He made a crude joke about the time the reporter will be coming to do the interview,"

Pepper rolls her eyes and makes a sound of disgust, "Yeah that's Tony for you, so did you bring your camera?"

"Not my personal one, Tony said he's got his own in his office, tripod and everything apparently," he shrugged and took another bite of his sandwich.

"Are you good at it? I mean photography," she asked while gathering some of her garden salad on her fork.

Peter shrugged, "I used to work for a Daily Bugle part time, J.J always said they were crap but paid good money for them."

"Oh yeah?" Then she looked as if she remembered something, "Wait! You're the one that took all those pictures of Spiderman right?"

"Uhhhh…" Peter trailed off a little, "Yeah sorta…"

"Well then Peter, you're a fantastic photographer! I mean the shots alone are amazing!"

"Thanks Pepper," Peter blushed hotly and hid a little smile, "Means a lot. You know I can take a few shots of you if you'd like that is if you don't mind."

Pepper grinned, "Peter, I would really love that,"

"So Mr. Stark, exactly what is it about yourself that you admire the most?" Megan Montgomery from GQ asked her tape recorder in hand close enough for Tony to talk into.

"Humility towards my fellow man."

Peter snorted which he quickly turned into a violent cough, Megan looked over at him, "Something amusing about that Mr…?"

"Parker!" Tony said to her pleasantly.

"Parker…" she eyed Peter a moment while Peter fumbled a little with the camera Tony had set up, "Do you happen to know the answer to that question?"

"I'd rather not say," was Peter's reply behind the camera then began to click-click away; even Tony looked interested to know what Peter was really thinking, he even folded his hands and rested his chin over them.

"Well surely you wouldn't have reacted as you did if you honestly know about Tony Stark now would you?"

Peter really felt placed on the spot about at that moment; he wasn't sure what to say when Tony answered for him, "Actually Peter does which is why I asked him to be here with me during this interview. He's an incredible photographer or so I hear and I know he's going to make me look drop dead gorgeous for your article, aren't you Parker?"

"Er… yeah Boss…" Peter bites the corner of his lip and kept on snapping pictures. Megan rolled her eyes at Peter then goes back to Tony amply asking him question after question after question until at last the interview was over.

Tony shook hands with Megan, then Megan turned to Peter, "I would love to have the photos by the end of this week you can send them to this address," she handed Peter a card then made her way out of the office, closing the door behind her. Peter took this chance to inspect some of the shot he took, editing and deleting those he didn't like.

"Aren't you going to ask my opinion on which photos I want to keep?"

"No, not really,"

"Alright then tell me," Tony voice came close enough to Peter in a hushed whisper, "what is it about me that you admire the most?"

Peter stopped messing with the camera and looks at him. Seriously the guy is a hair's breath away from him and Peter's spidey sense was on the fritz!

"You really want to know?" Peter murmured and looked dead on into those deep brown eyes, "What I admire the most about Tony Stark is his intelligence. He's always calculating and watching and learning wanting to know how everything works and why."

"You have a very hypnotizing mouth Parker," Tony answered once Peter had finished.

"Er… thanks, I think?" Okay, awkward and Peter takes a step back, Tony pressed forward again.

"Hey Parker,"

"Huh?"

"Look up here," Tony lifted a hand above Peter's head, to which Peter looked up innocently.

And Tony kissed him.

Peter stood there frozen on the spot for a second then pushes Tony away from him and nearly dropping the camera in the process as well, "Oh my God!" Peter said, mostly about the camera falling and possibly breaking as opposed to Tony kissing him. Once he saw the camera was alright, he handed it back to Tony and quickly leaves the room.

"Parker?" Tony called questioningly snapping out of a daze, "Hey! Parker!" He had been about to run out to get him when he felt the camera suddenly stick to his hand, "What the f-?" he asked himself and began to examine the camera. And there as clear as day was something that can only be described as a web of some sort. Tony then began to put two and two together.

"Interesting," Tony smudged the thin pearl white secretion between his fingers. It almost reminded him a mix between cotton candy and massage oil, "very interesting,"

He now had a spider to see.

…