Field trip to where? (ft.Irondad)

Young kids, Old Friends

"Sir, I have an update for you" Friday's synthetic voice interjected, cutting of the metal tunes.

"Yes, honey?"

"Ms. Potts just disabled the 'babysitting spiders' protocol."

"The what protocol?" Peter shouted "Really Mr.Stark? Really?"

"Um...yeah, Friday is there a level 3 or higher code breach?" he asked hesitantly. This was not looking good.

"Friday?"

He was responded by silence.

Suddenly, the lights went out. It was pitch dark.

"Peter, stay close to me."

And really, that was for the best, because not less than a second later, the emergency red light started flashing and the sirens blared all across the compound.

Peter dropped the wrench he was holding and wrapped his hands around his head, shutting his eyes tightly and curling up on the ground.

Tony immediately knew what was happening. Sensory Overload. He darted to the hardware station at the other end of the room and grabbed the noise cancellation headphones.

He pried the kid's firm clasp off his ears and put the headphones around them, pulling his kid into a comforting embrace.

Peter felt terrible. The noise from the loud sirens was a menace to his super hearing and the flashing sirens made everything worse. But then Mr. Stark came, and did what he always did; made everything better.

Tony sat like that for a while, on the floor of his personal lab with his arms enveloped around the teenager, but after a minute of steadfast flickering light and blasting sirens, he knew that he had to reset the main switch.

He slowly got up, several unfortunate accidents had taught him that the main switch should always be at arm's length (in case of an electrical overload- or a capacitator failure- or both- just trying to avoid city-wide blackouts- like that time in Idaho), he sprinted to the lever on the wall and pulled it down with all his might.

Luckily for him, and Peter, and a mob of panicking adolescents on a field trip downstairs, the ruse worked and lights came back on.

"Servers recalibrating...Welcome back, Mr. Stark."

"Volume 2, Friday. Dim the lights to 5%"

He walked with padded feet, cautiously making his way to the sink through the dimly-lit room, and filled up a glass with water.

Tony placed it beside Peter, who looked in a much better state now, but was anxious nevertheless.

"You okay, kid?"' What a genius question, Stark. The kid just had a frigging sensory overload' he mentally betrayed.

"Yeah...Thanks, Mr. Stark. I juss' need a moment to breath...the aftermath always sucks" he replied, nursing his head and gratefully accepting the water.
Tony took the silent message and stepped out into the balcony.

Where did it all go wrong? Less than 15 minutes ago he was tinkering with his kid and now...

It was only at that moment, that he realized that he wasn't the only one pretending to adore the New York skyline from the terrace. Of course, this also explained why his day went to crap...why there was an alarm in the first place (he still didn't understand why Pepper disabled that protocol though).

"Agent Romanoff, you miss me?"