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1.

Hello, Mr. Stark! Hi, Doctor Wizard!" Peter called, dropping his bag on the kitchen counter.

"How was school?" Tony said, reaching over and ruffling Peter's hair. Peter leaned into the affection for a minute before replying.

"It was good," he said. "I didn't blow anything up in chemistry! That makes, like, ten days!" Peter got a sly grin on his face. "Although, I did have an interesting health class..." he led.

"Oh, yeah?" Stephen came into the kitchen, cloak floating behind him. "What about?"

Tony, recognizing exactly what was about to happen, backed out of the kitchen. "Fri, record this," he hissed, not wanting to spoil Peter's fun.

"I just have some questions," Peter said hesitantly. "About... you know."

"What?" Stephen prompted gently. Then he blushed, understanding. "...Oh."

"Since you're a doctor, you can help, right?" Peter's voice was filled with hope, and if he wasn't such a little shit, Tony might've been fooled.

"I... um, isn't it better to ask Tony this?" Stephen tried to deflect. Peter gave him the puppy dog eyes, so he acquiesced. "Fine," he said. "So, when a mommy and a daddy love each other very much... shit, I don't know what I'm doing!" Peter had taken out a notepad and was pretending to take notes. Stephen's jaw dropped. "You're a little shit."

"Keep going!" Peter said earnestly. "I want to get an A on the test!"

Tony's laughter could be heard from the floor below.

2.
Tony ran out of the lab and barreled straight into Stephen, who was cooking in the kitchen. There was a manic gleam in his eyes, indicative of too little sleep and too much inventing. "Guess what!" he hollered. "I figured out your stupid magic! And scienced it!"

"I'm sure you did, honey," Stephen replied, checking out the dark circles under the engineer's eyes with a doctor's critical gaze. "How long has it been since you slept?"

Tony paused, considering. "I had a really long blink, like, three days ago," he said finally. "But that's so not the point. I figured out your portal thing!"

Stephen arched an eyebrow. "Did you?" he asked mildly. "I'm sure you can show me after you sleep."

"Fine," Tony huffed, sensing defeat. "Prepare to be amazed in three to four hours."

"At least six, Tony, or I'm locking down the lab!"

Exactly six hours and thirty three minutes later, Tony dragged Stephen down to the lab.

"Ta da!" he said, standing in the Stark performance pose, arms spread wide. "I have successfully reverse engineered magic!"

Next to where Tony was standing, an arc-reactor blue ring hovered in the air. Through the ring, Stephen could see Tony's Malibu house.

"Holy shit," Stephen breathed. "How?"

Tony scratched the back of his neck, looking mildly embarrassed. "I'm not actually sure," he admitted. "I've gone over the schematics a hundred times, reviewed the security footage, but nothing makes sense. Before I activated it, there's a seventeen minute glitch in the footage and FRIDAY, where nothing I said or did was recorded."

"Tony," Stephen said carefully. "Did you... did you break science?"

"Maybe?"

"Tony!"

3.

Stephen and Tony were relaxing on the couch, watching TV, when a large crash! and a scream from the kitchen had them bolting out of their seats. The only person in the kitchen was Peter, last time they checked.

"Pete?" Tony called. "Are you okay? What happened?"

Stephen was right behind him. "Peter? Is everything alright?"

They rounded the corner leading to the kitchen and stopped dead. Peter was sitting on the ceiling, using the fire extinguisher on the microwave, which was ablaze. There were pots and pans on the ground, but only one of them was on fire.

"I'm fine!" Peter said sheepishly. "I was trying to cook, and well..."

"What were you trying to cook?" Tony scoffed good naturedly. "Everyone in this house?"

Peter blushed and scowled. "The operative word here is trying, Mr. Stark."

Stephen ignored their bickering and magically put out the fires. "How did you manage this?" he asked Peter.

"Funny story, actually," Peter said, fidgeting. "So, you know how metal isn't supposed to go in the microwave? Well, I didn't! But hey, now I do. That's science, am I right?"

"It's science only if you write it down," Tony said, smiling at his pseudo-son's antics. "Now, get down here and clean this up."

Peter did a (completely unnecessary) flip and landed on the ground. "I did the cooking, shouldn't someone else do the cleaning?" He turned on his puppy dog eyes, to which Stephen was immune.

"Peter. Clean up," he said, a smile playing at his lips. "What were you even making?"

"Well," said Peter, nervous. "It's you and Mr. Stark's anniversary, right? I was going to make a cake for you guys."

Tony frowned. "There's no microwave involved in making cake," he said.

"I broke the oven," Peter replied with a shrug.

"Peter!"