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Natasha finds herself in Tony's penthouse. She doesn't know when nor how she got there, but all she knows is she's face-to-face with the genius himself. 

"As far as unexpected guest go, you're not too bad." Tony says, handing her a shot glass. 

She grins at his comment. "Well, you know me. Unexpected is my middle name."

"Well, that's true. What brings you here?"

"I made it my life mission to give you hell every possible minute."

Tony smirks to himself. "Ah, of course. You're also here to steal some of my hoodies."

"You're the only one with good fashion sense." She assures with one of her rare smiles. 

The genius glares playfully. "Well, considering you steal my clothes at any given chance..." He stops when he sees her raising an eyebrow. "Oh, it's only borrowing."

"That's better." 

The genius stares at her green eyes for what seems like forever until he pries his eyes away before it got weird. Newsflash, Tony, it already did. 

"Excuse me, but Mr. Parker is here." The A.I. interrupts. 

The assassin grins. "Duty calls.

Tony smiles and shoves her shoulder playfully. "See you later?" 

"Of course." 

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"Mr. Stark," Peter's voice wavers. "I need your help."

Tony's face falters at the boy's voice. "What's wrong, kiddo?" He asks and sits the boy down. 

"Can I stay here tonight?"

"Does May know you're here?"

Peter nods. "She has to work late."

The billionaire smiles. "You're welcome here anytime, kid. Now, why the sad doe face?"

"Kids are mean."

"Kids as in Flash." 

"Yeah." 

Tony looks around. "What did he say?"

"I'm just charity for you."

The older man chuckles. "Me not killing him would be charity." 

"Mr. Stark, don't hurt him." Peter pleas, his eyes staring into the older man's. 

Tony instantly gives in. "Fine, but I'm going to cover those weapons of yours."

Peter smiles. "Do I have a room still?"

Tony sits next to the boy. "You will always have a room here and at the tower."

That makes the teen grin even bigger. "Really?" 

"Of course. Now, get something to eat. I don't want you passing out from malnutrition here."

"Thanks, Mr. Stark." Peter smiles and runs to the kitchen. 

Tony sits back and grins at the realization that Pete is his boy. I love that kid. 

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Clint stares at the billionaire with awe. He finally has something over him as he smirks slightly.