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𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 [022]

It continued ringing. It'd been doing this for the past minute with no interruption. He let it continue until the robotic woman's voice once again asked him to leave a message.

"Guess third time's not the charm," Tony said to himself. With a sigh, he put the phone down on his desk and turned back to his work; however, as soon as he grabbed the pen, his phone began to vibrate. Trying not to raise his hopes up, he reached for his phone. A smile spread when he read the name on the screen, but it quickly dissipated when the voice on the other end spoke.

"Tony! How could you?!" The tone was urgent with a hint of anger.

"Because I'm Tony Stark, obviously," Tony replied hoping to ease the tension.

"This isn't funny. What was Peter doing on the Washington Monument?"

"What?"

"The Monument! Just--Just turn on the news."

Tony did as his husband told him and, with a wave of his hand and the help of technology, flicked open a screen. "FRIDAY, search the news for 'Washington Monument.'"

"Found 363 different news sources reporting on a recent incident at Washington Monument."

"Let's have a look." Different windows and tabs opened before him as if the whole world was a giant computer. The images flashing before him shocked him, but he couldn't let his voice falter. "Um," he said into the phone, "yeah. You know, he did save all those kids."

"You are supposed to be looking out for him. How can I even focus on the mission when--when that's happening."

"Listen, Steve, darling, Peter proved himself already back in Germany. He's pretty capable of--"

"Will you just speak to him? Again."

"Yeah, yeah I will."

"And be there for him . . . please!"

"I am! If I wouldn't he would've died back then when he was dropped in the lake."

"Lake? What lake?"

"Uh, call you back. Love ya."

"To--"

Tony hung up before he could hear his name. "Dammit. I am bad at keeping secrets."

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He hadn't called him. At least not yet. As he paced around his lab, Tony thought of the words he'd use to speak to his son. "Everything was much simpler when you were a child, Peter. I wish Steve would have let me construct that 'Fountain of Youth' device I concocted. Oh, well. No use crying about it now. Okay. Teens, teens, teens. How to talk to a teenage boy who wants to be a superhero like his daddies." He couldn't be too firm on him or it'd drive him away. But, he also couldn't be a pushover. Steve wanted Tony to protect their son, but Tony wanted to let him find his own path. Why was it difficult to do both?

His phone vibrated in his pocket. "Hello?"

"Hey, it's Happy. Just reminding you about the--"

"Oh, right. Yes, yes. I was actually heading there already."

"Okay. Also, Steve called--"

"Bye, Happy." He hung up and pocketed the phone. "I'll just call Peter. Say something casual. See what he's doing. Or, I'll think of something on the way." Decided, Tony headed out.

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"He hung up on me!" Tony had thrown his phone across the backseat. "That little--"