Wrong Number, so sorry!

Your Majesty

Peter:

Mr. Stark walked him to the cafeteria a couple floors down. When they walked inside, Peter gasped. The room was massive. Enough seating for all of his school was in the middle of the room, with a lunch lady serving food on one side of the room and trash cans and vending machines on the other side.

Peter looked at the food options. There were so many things to choose from, how could anyone make a decision? He looked at Mr. Stark. "Um... excuse me, sir? Mr... Mr. Stark, sir?"

Tony didn't look at him as he replied, "don't call me Sir it makes me feel old."

"But you are old, Sir," Peter said, before biting his tongue. He hadn't meant to say that out loud.

Tony turned to stare at Peter, who blushed slightly. "Well someone's feeling better."

They returned to looking at the food and Peter was trying to choose between getting pizza or a bagel.

"I don't need to pay for this, do I?" Peter asked.

Stark laughed. "Kid, I'm Tony Stark."

Peter waited for the man to continue but he didn't. "Um, and...?"

"And," Mr. Stark sighed, "if you're getting food with a billionaire, assume you're not paying."

Peter nodded. "Thank you, Sir."

"I am not that old!"

"Of course not, Mr. Stark."

Stark shrugged his shoulders. "Better, I guess."

Peter was about to reply when a sound captured his attention. A person entered the cafeteria. Was that... no. Yes! Was it?

"HELLO, HUMANS. I HAVE COME DOWN HERE TO GRACE YOU ALL WITH MY *ahem* DELIGHTFUL-" (Peter thought he saw the god roll his eyes there) "PRESENCE!"

Tony made a face to Peter and turned around. "Hello, Thor. To what do we owe the pleasure?"

The god made his way over to them and nodded at Tony before examining Peter. "I just came to visit. Who's this?"

"This is my intern. Peter."

Peter waved meekly. He couldn't imagine what Ned would say when he found out Peter had met a god.

"Peter The Intern," Thor said, "I have a question."

"Oh okay."

"WHO is your favorite god? Keep in mind there is a correct answer here."

Tony frowned and rolled his eyes. Peter furrowed his eyebrows. "Well I don't want to answer."

Thor pointed his hammer at the boy. "Well you must!"

Tony sighed, "Thor calm down. Put that away, for the love of god!"

"Which god?" Asked Thor.

"I don't care which god!"

"Peter The Intern! Which god?"

Peter felt trapped. How was he supposed to answer that? "I feel like if I tell you then you won't like me anymore."

"I never liked you. Tell me."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Thor," Tony began.

"Hm?" The god replied.

"Stop stressing out my intern."

"He's fine. He likes talking to me, right?" Thor stared at Peter, who nodded quickly.