~Iron Family~

PONIES!!!

The shocking news from Happy sent a flood of disappointment rushing over Peter. What? After all their hard work, Goldman's had to close?

"Why?" Mr. Stark exclaimed. Peter swallowed, unable to say anything. 

"I dunno. Something about renovations. You'd think when Tony Stark paid them five..."

Peter zoned out of the conversation as he stared out the window. Morgan's surprise party was now ruined--they couldn't have the party without a place to hold it. They'd already told all of Morgan's classmates, the Avengers, the staff--rented out the whole building.

He glared at nothing in particular. I know it's you, Ice Cream Man.

Peter had decided that when anything went wrong, he would just blame it on the Ice Cream Man. Even more reason to despise him.

"Well, we can't just give up!" Harley cried desperately. "Isn't there anywhere else we could have the party?"

"Yeah," Peter said slowly, turning away from the window as he caught on. "Mr. Stark, don't you know any famous people that you could ask them to, I don't know, do something? Take her to a private concert, rent out a movie theatre, let her go ride horses--"

"That's it!" Pepper cried. "Tony! What about that horse-champion-person you know? Don't they have over a hundred horses and ponies at their farm?"

"Yeah." Mr. Stark nodded. "Great idea!"

"We can send out a group message to let everyone know the location's changed!" Harley said.

"And take the truckload of decorations and presents to the stables before Morgan even wakes up from her nap!" Peter said.

"I'll go grab the cake!" Happy called, turning around and sprinting back out the door.

"I'll call Steve," Pepper suggested, pulling out her phone. "Harley, you and me will stay here with Morgan and make sure all the Avengers know about the location change. Tony and Peter, you guys take the car with the presents and decorations."

"Yes, ma'am!" Mr. Stark said as he closed his phone. "By the way, Ms. Brown just agreed--as long as we're out by eight, she'll let us use the place! She even has a pony for sale," he added with a sly smile.

"No." Pepper's voice was hard as she waggled her finger. "Do not bring any furry creatures home with you, mister. I mean it!"

Mr. Stark winked at Peter as he followed him out the door.

They'd had to change into work clothes: now Mr. Stark and Peter were both sporting holey jeans and old plaid t-shirts. Mr. Stark had wanted Peter to wear his cowboy hat, but Peter had said he would only wear it if Mr. Stark wore one too. That had sure tossed the idea out the window.

"Can I ride shotgun?" Peter asked, climbing into the front seat. "The back is all filled up."

Mr. Stark cast a glance over his shoulder at the endless mountain of stuffed animals, balloons, and wrapped boxes. "Yikes."

Peter sighed through his nose as he got himself situated, buckling up and scooting his seat up a bit.

As they rolled out of the compound and onto the street, Mr. Stark switched on the radio and blasted Led Zeppelin through the speakers. Peter shot him a grin.

"Oh my gosh, I love Led Zeppelin!"

Mr. Stark sent him a horrified look for as long as he could take his eyes off the road.

"What?! Nooo. This cannot be happening."

"What?" Peter laughed. "What'd I do?"

"Nothing. You're just socially uneducated."