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webguy2000: Are you sure this will work?
livetoserve7981: I assure you, Peter, the odds are in your favor
Peter bit his lip, trying to contain a smile as he stared at his laptop. They had been planning this meet up (they being him and his internet friend Jarvis) for nearly a month, and Peter was beside himself with excitement.
He had met Jarvis on an electrical programming forum. Jarvis had been very impressed by Peter’s brilliance with electronics, and Peter had been awestruck to learn that the other man was on staff at Stark Industries. Peter had tried to keep his celebrity crush on Tony Stark in check, but inevitably, he began to gush to Jarvis about how much he adored the billionaire’s genius innovations.
Instead of being annoyed, however, Jarvis had seemed rather amused by Peter’s adoration of Tony Stark. He even told Peter that he reminded him of a younger version of the genius (that made Peter glow with pride). Their friendship had only grown from there.
So when Peter heard that Tony Stark was holding a charity lottery, with the grand prize being Tony Stark himself show up at the winner’s home for Christmas, he knew he had to enter. The fact that a single ticket was a thousand dollars was a problem.
But Jarvis encouraged Peter, assuring him that he had done all the calculations for the numbers that were most likely to be chosen. It was just a matter of earning the money for the ticket.
So Peter did what he did best, work with electronics. It took him selling three custom made cameras (all with Peter’s own modifications), but he got the money. And so he got the ticket.
From there, it was a matter of luck.
"Peter, put that computer away, it’s Christmas morning for crying out loud."
Peter looked up from his computer to see his father with his hands on his hips and a spatula in one hand. Obviously his father was working on breakfast. And while Loki Parker (the man had changed his name to match Peter’s after the adoption had been finalized) didn’t have his adopted son’s technical genius, the man had a sharp mind of his own.
So he often knew when Peter was up to something, “You’re plotting something, Peter…”
Peter shook his head, shutting his computer (not without saying goodbye to Jarvis first, of course), “What could I possibly be plotting, Dad?”
"You have a terrible innocent look, Peter." Loki rolled his eyes, "Now come on, I’m making your favorite for breakfast."
"Cinnamon Roll French Toast?" Peter perked up in an instant.
Loki chuckled softly, “I just baked a fresh loaf and I’m slicing it up at the moment. I need my little helper to help make the egg wash.”
While Peter tried to ignore the “little helper” comment (he was a teenager, after all), he still made his way to their kitchen. It was always a Christmas tradition between father and son, that they would make their Christmas breakfast together. And even though Loki wasn’t Peter’s birth father, the man had been Peter’s biggest support and fan when it came to all of Peter’s technical aspirations. In all honesty, Peter’s Dad was his biggest fan in whatever Peter did. That was just the way things had been when it was just the two of them.
"You’re getting distracted, Peter." Loki teased, nudging Peter as they worked on the French Toast.
"Am not." Peter laughed, nudging his father right back as he began to whisk the egg wash.
The laughter of the kitchen was interrupted by the sound of their apartment doorbell ringing.
"I’ll get that, Peter." Loki smiled softly, "You just keep working on this, alright?"
It wasn’t until his father was at the door that Peter realized just who was most likely at the door.
And it wasn’t until he heard a well-known voice say “Well now I’m hoping this is the Parker residence, because you certainly are a tall drink of water” that he realized that Tony Stark was at his apartment.
And, apparently, hitting on his dad.