Stark And The Spider

Connections

"Happy?"

Peter and Happy lock eyes. Both of them looking very surprised.

I raise my eyebrow, "you know him?"

Peter presses his lips together, "well, um, yeah. Everybody knows who Tony Stark's driver is! Um, how do you two know each other?"

"Well, he, um, he kinda grew up with my uncle. Yeah. And then he, uh, met my dad in University, so, um, our families have been kind of, um, close. My uncle's kinda dead now though, but, um, my dad wasn't able to pick me up, so, um, he sent Happy! You sounded like you knew him more personally. Have you met before?" I say while making wild hand gestures and ignoring Happy's muffled laughter.

"Um,"

"Alright kids," Happy cuts in, he turns to me, "your dad is expecting you home soon, so we really gotta go."

My eyes widen, "right!"

Peter and I step into the car, and we begin to drive. The car ride is silent until we reach Peter's home.

I reach over his body to open the door for him, when I feel a warm arm on my back. I press my lips together to hide a smile. "Peter...I was just getting the door for you."

"Oh." Peter pulls back quickly, red faced. I giggle softly. The quickly lean over to give him a quick hug. It maybe lasted a second.

Just because I kinda feel bad. That's it.

Are you sure about that?

Yes! Shut up.

My mental discussion comes to a halt as Peter steps outside with a grin on his face. "Thanks for the ride. See you tomorrow."

"Bye."

After making sure Peter gets inside okay, we pull away and start driving back to my house.

"Okay, how do you really know him?" I ask flatly.

"What are you talking about?" Happy briefly looks in the rear view mirror to look at me.

"How do you know Peter?"

"What do you mean?"

I sigh, "Happy...neither of us told you where he lived."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Busted."

"Okay, well, the kid had a Stark internship, and I had to drive him home a few times."

"Wait, a Stark internship? With my dad?"

Happy remains silent.

"...Happy..."

He remains silent.

"Happy!"

"We're here!"

I roll my eyes as I look out the window to see us pull up at the Avengers Building. Home Sweet Home.

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"Hey, kiddo." My dad ruffles my hair as I walk into the kitchen.

"Dad!" I run my fingers through my hair. Because my hair wasn't messy enough already.

"How was your first day of school?" He asks.

I jump up on the counter, "well, a lot different than kindergarten. That's for sure. Still, it was good. I made some friends, I think."