Wrong Number

Chapter 7

Peter went home and showered, putting on some clean clothes and talking to his aunt a moment and letting her know he'd be back tonight before heading back to the tower.

Tony was down in the lab, tinkering with the cube again and Peter went on in, calling a greeting to Jarvis before making his way down to the lab. "Hey, Tony." He said with a smile.

Tony looked up, his lips spreading into a wide smile. "Hey!"

"Told you I wouldn't be very long," he said, grinning more. Peter ran a hand through his still-damp hair, he had really hurried to get back, before asking "What are you working on?"

"This cube will be a miniature version of Jarvis' mainframe. An extension of him"

"Oooh. Cool." Peter complimented "Need any help?" Per asked, sounding hopeful.

"Sure, can you help me figure out this problem with the relay?" Tony's brows were furrowed.

"I can attempt." Peter said with a laugh, moving to look at the cube.

"I'd be so very thankful" Tony playfully batted his eyes.

Peter snorted out a laugh "I bet." He said rolling his eyes fondly. Tony grinned, setting the cube on the worktop. Peter began to carefully poke and prod, thinking a moment before speaking "What about..." he began before going on about an idea he had.

Tony watched him work, a small smile on his face as he passed his screwdrivers closer.

Peter worked carefully for a while before backing up and wiping the sweat off of his forehead, smearing a little grease in the process. "Let's try that." He said finally.

Tony leaned forward, slipping the relay back into the cube, his eyes lighting up when the cube started to glow. "I think you've done it!"

Peter grinned "Glad I could help."

Tony yanked Peter into a hug, fondly trying to get the grease off his face afterwards. "I've been fighting with that for a while."

Peter laughed, hugging Tony back "should have asked me earlier." He joked.

"I really should have" Tony groaned, giving up on getting all the grease off of Peter's forehead.

"Sometimes a fresh set of eyes is all something needs." He said with a shrug, still smiling.

"Very good point. Thank you" Tony hugged him again.

Peter flushed and laughed again "Anytime."

"Cmon, I'll get us some lunch"

"Oooh. Food." Peter said happily. "I could use food" he confirmed.

"I thought you might" Tony laughed, getting a cleaning wipe, finally managing to get the grease off Peter's face. "Any special requests?"

Peter just shrugged "I'm good with anything." He said

"Mmmm, delivery of some sort. " Tony thought aloud, leading Peter up to the living room.

"Pizza?" Peter asked, seeing if he was in the mood for pizza.

"Mmm, pizza sounds awesome. What's your favorite?"

"Pepperoni," Peter said "But I can eat anything"

"Oh, I bet you would" Tony teased, waggling his eyebrows as he pulled up a holoscreen for the order.

Peter flushed and shook his head laughing. "Shut up." He said playfully.

"Oh hoooooo, he doesn't deny it" Tony grinned even wider.