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Peter is so excited—this was going to be his first time sleeping at the Tower. It took him ages to finally convince May to let him go. She was already very skeptical of Mr. Stark and thought he was a bad influence on him. Not like she was any better with how many bruises she left on him, but still, Peter was thrilled.
As he finished packing, his phone rang.
“Hey, kid. I have a car waiting outside your apartment,” Mr. Stark said.
Peter hurriedly finished packing. “Mr. Stark, you didn’t have to do that. I could’ve taken the subway.” Why would Mr. Stark send a car for him? It wasn’t that hard to take the subway, he thought.
Tony scoffed. “One, kid, why would I ever let my favorite protégé ride the subway when I’m a billionaire? That would be cruel. Two, I’m literally about to have you all weekend. I’m going to see you with sleep in your eyes and morning breath. If I have to go through that, you could at least call me Tony.”
Peter giggled softly. “Mr. Stark, I’m your only protégé. How can I be your favorite? And you will not be seeing me with sleep in my eyes or morning breath.”
Tony laughed. “Kid, I am Tony Stark. If I say you’re my favorite, you’re my favorite. Never mind that—now hurry up and get your butt over here. Our weekend of fun lab time is about to commence. Chop chop!” He hung up.
Peter shook his head slightly and smiled to himself. Mr. Stark was so funny calling him his favorite protégé. Although, he admitted to himself, it felt nice to hear that someone liked him for once.
He put on his shoes, grabbed his bag, and headed out of his room. As he walked into the kitchen, he froze. May was there. His heart started racing. Please don’t notice me. Just let me leave and forget this place.
“And where do you think you’re going?” May asked.
Peter flinched. “M-M-Mr. Stark has a car waiting for me outside, ma’am… R-Remember you said I could spend the weekend with him,” he stuttered, looking down.
“Mhm. Well, good. It’ll be nice to finally be away from all your whining. You better not embarrass me while you’re over there,” May said.
“I-I-I will try not to, ma’am,” Peter whispered, shaking and barely daring to look up from the floor. He started heading to the door.
As he reached it, May added, “And remember, Peter—if I hear one bad thing this weekend, you will not like me when you get back.”
Peter whispered, “Yes, ma’am,” as he stepped outside. I already don’t, he thought bitterly.