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Peter had come home from school a bit early that day, saying that his stomach hurt him. He wasn’t one to complain, so when he called up Tony on the school phone, Tony knew something was wrong. The billionaire had driven down from the tower from a meeting to pick up the spider-kid, and as he pulled up in his shiny orange r8, he made sure that Peter was okay with driving and that he wouldn’t throw up or anything.
As Tony signed Peter out for the day, he flashed a smile at the receptionist and turned on his heel, waiting for Pete to follow. They exited the doors, and entered the car. “Hey, Petey. How is your tum-tum?” Peter rolled his eyes. He hated when his da-mentor used those words for a stomach. It was always, tum-tum this or tum-tum that. It’s sickening to everyone in the tower.
Speaking of the other residents in the tower, Steve and Bucky were supposed to be making dinner and dessert for tonight. Peter loved Bucky’s cookies and Steve’s spaghetti. They were both recipes passed down from older generations in their families, and they were the best things Peter had ever tasted.
Snapping out of his thoughts, he turned to look at his father figure and smiled. Tony looked so relaxed in the car with Peter, a very different and welcomed change from the tight shoulders and pinched nose while working. He’s never this relaxed, only while driving or just flying leisurely in his suit. Or possibly a good night with his fiancé.
Tony and Stephen had gotten engaged a few months back, on the Stark private island in the Caribbean. It had supposedly been super pretty there, and Stephen had recorded the whole trip with little snippets and clips to put together into one big video. It was absolutely adorable, considering they’re the world’s power couple of the century. Tony had posted a picture of the blue, red, and gold ring, and it was viral in minutes. Everyone went crazy, and it was the best thing ever.
Peter smiled at the memory, because he watched the video before anyone else had the chance. He had helped Stephen put it all in one, and so he was the first external person to see Tony’s reaction. Peter had smiled like an idiot, as he was sure he was doing right now. He sighed, thinking of all the fun times the trio has had together. A squealing of brakes and a slamming of someone’s door slapped him out of his trip down memory lane, when someone opened his own door for him.
He smiled up at Tony, whose brown eyes showed concern and a hint of amusement. “C’mon, Pete! We’ve got to figure out what’s up with your tumby.” Peter let out a deep sigh. Tumby was new. He got out of the car and shut the door, following Tony to the entrance of his private elevator. He smiled as he was lifted, looking out the glass window he loved so much. The view of the city is breathtaking. He loved New York so much, especially now that he’s Spiderman. Badass. The elevator dinged, and Friday let them know they reached Dr. Banner’s lab floor.
Tony walked through the door to Bruce, who was working with Bucky’s arm and Skyping with Shuri at the same time. “Heyo, Tony. Hey, Pete. Shouldn’t you be in school?” Bruce looked confused. Peter opened his mouth to speak, but Tony beat him to it.
“Peter called me today because his stomach was bothering him. And you know him, he doesn’t complain about anything, so I picked him up and I was wondering if you could see what’s up maybe?” Tony told Bruce, who nodded intently. Bruce turned to Peter and motioned for him to sit on the table behind his desk.
“Peter!! The nerds were talking, so I couldn’t speak! Anyway, I miss you! I am working on my sticky boots so we can walk on the walls together. Oh! And- roses are red, I spilled beans on my shoe…” Shuri laughed. Peter smiled at the screen his friend was on, and continued the poem.
“I’m welcoming you to Chili’s, fre sha vaca do!” Peter sang out the rest of the funny poem that he and Shuri had made up on a whim. It brought tears to his eyes, seeing Bruce and Tony’s reactions to the exchanging of vines. They looked absolutely bewildered at the teens’ antics, and the blonde a couple of times to regain some brain cells. Bruce coughed, and Tony just smiled and shook his head.
“Uhm.. alright Pete. I’m gonna do some tests and try to figure out what’s bothering you, okay?” Peter nodded, and Bruce continued. “Alright. Shuri, I’ll call you back, yeah?” She nodded and closed their conversation. “O-okay, so where does it hurt exactly?”
“Uh, like right here-ish.” Peter gestured to the center of his stomach area. Bruce nodded and write something down. Peter watched intently, while Tony snickered in the back, seeing Peter loom so confused over a couple for words on a sheet. Bruce was writing down possible causes, and Peter had no idea what any of them were.
“Okay, What did you have for lunch today?” Bruce looked up from his page, pencil in hand.
“Mmm.. I had a sandwich and a chocolate milk, with carrots on the side.” Peter told Bruce.
“Do you usually have that?” Peter shook his head, and took a look at Tony who was watching both of them try to figure it out. Peter smiled at him, and he smiled right back.
“Okay.. so, what was different about it?” Bruce asked Peter, cocking an eyebrow. Peter though for a moment, and then spoke.
“I usually have an apple juice or something else that isn’t milk.” Bruce smiled at him, and Peter came to a realization. “Oh. Huh. I didn’t even think of that.. thank you, Bruce!” Peter smiled at the Doctor, and went to get up, when said doctor stopped him.
“Not so fast.. take these, it will help with the pain for now. Lactose intolerance isn’t uncommon, so just try to stay away from dairy as much as you can, or larger amounts of it. I know that you know what you can handle, so I really hope to not see you back here for eating too much of something.” Bruce smiled at Peter, and shook his head. He muttered something about “kids these days..” and went back to Bucky’s arm.
Tony put his arm around Peters shoulder, and smiled down at kid. “Glad we got it figured out, yeah bud?” Peter nodded, suddenly tired. Bruce then ran out of his lab, and yelled over to the duo that the meds might make him sleepy as his body gets used to it. Tony then gestured to the boy who was almost falling asleep in his arms, making a face that said, “We figured that out, dipshit.”
Bruce turned on his heel, casting a rather rude finger position at Tony. Tony laughed it off, and Peter mumbled something. Tony asked for clarification, and he received this answer-
“Love you, dad. Thanks.”