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Peter Antony Stark was having a normal regular not at all world changing or significant day. Or a normal regular not at all world changing or significant day, relative to one being the 16 year old son of billionaire inventor Tony Stark. Oh and also a superhero. That too.
Of course no one knew that Peter was the son of billionaire inventor Tony Stark and the web slinging super hero Spider-man. For all most of the world knew, Peter Stark did not exist, Peter Parker, a code-name/cover story created when Peter started kindergarten, did.
So on a completely normal regular not at all world changing or significant day, Peter was driving home from a long day of school at Midtown School of Science and Technology. Well technically Happy was driving and Peter was in the passenger seat finishing Physics homework.
Once they got to the tower Peter hopped out of the car, thanking Happy as he drove away to park in the private garage. Peter made his way over to the bank of elevators, stepped into one and scrolled on his phone as the elevator began to ascend.
“Good afternoon Peter,” FRIDAY spoke through the elevator speakers “Straight to the penthouse?”
“Yea Fri, thanks.” Peter responds, still scrolling, his mom thinks scrolling is bad for you, so he tries to cram before getting home.
The elevator slows to a stop and Peter thanks FRIDAY before getting out and making his way to the kitchen. As Peter enters the room his heart skids to a stop. There, sitting on the counter and eating PETER’S CEREAL (ok really it was thor’s favorite but still) was the most gorgeous boy Peter had ever seen. Honey blond hair that swooped over his forehead in an effortlessly messy way, blue eyes that seemed to stare into his soul and toned arms that were somehow accentuated by the spoon of cereal he was bringing towards his mouth.
“Who are you?” The boy asks, as if he wasn’t the random stranger in PETER’S house.
“FRIDAY… Who’s this?” Peter asks, ignoring the previous question
“This is Harley Keener, age 16, he is staying with Mr. Stark for his spring break to try out a SI internship.” FRIDAY informs
“Wow darlin’ really givin’ away all my secrets here,” mystery boy-Harley- says, his southern twang evident.
Peter scrunches his nose, would his Dad really let this random kid come stay with them? No way. Right?
“Friday, where's Tony?” Peter asks, not sure whether or not mystery boy Harley knew about him being Tony’s son.
“Mr. Stark is in his lab,” FRIDAY responds “Would you like me to alert him to your arrival?”
“Sure,” Peter says, stalking off towards the labs.
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In Tony Stark’s Lab
“Daddddd” Peter whines “Who’s the random ass kid sitting in our kitchen?”
“Hey Pete,” Tony responds as he continues to tinker with something on the table “I take it you met Harley?”
“Ya I met Harley.” Peter grumbles “Who is he anyway? Does he know that you're my dad? Does he know that I’m, you know, Spider-Man?”
“Harley’s a smart kid. Helped me out a while back,” Tony responds “I offered him an internship over his Spring Break and possibly longer if he decides to stay here. No he doesn’t know about you and he doesn’t have too if you don’t want him to. But he’s a smart kid Pete, he’ll probably figure it out one way or another.”
Peter is silent for a count of eight. “Fine,” he grumbles “We can tell him I’m your son, but nothing about Spider-Man, not yet,”
“Alright Babino,” Tony replies “Let’s go tell him then.”
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Back in the kitchen
“Well look whose back,” Harley drawls, still sitting on the counter eating cereal “The mystery kid and the mechanic.”
“Hi,” Peter says, sticking out his hand “I’m Peter Stark. Nice to meet you.”
Harley’s mouth drops open, his eyes darting back and forth between Tony and Peter.
“It’s rude not to shake the kid’s hand, Harley,” Tony says, a grin creeping into his expression "Especially when his name is on the side of the building.”