Trips to Stark Industries

Bucky's Cookies | Part Thirteen

- - - - - slightly earlier - - - - -

"Boss, it seems like Peter's teacher is treating him unfairly. Should I intervene?" FRIDAY said, interrupting Tony's work.

"Yeah, sure. Stall 'em till I can get down there." Tony said, and set down his tools before walking over to the elevator.

"Change of plans, I guess," Tony said through the earpiece that he had connected to all the Avengers.

- - - - - currently - - - - -

"W-what?" Ms. Michelle said, stopping for a minute.

"Mr. Parker has a higher clearance level than you, so in this tower you do not have authority over him nor can you dictate what he must do." FRIDAY explained while Peter sat back down, blushing slightly.

FRIDAY didn't usually give prolonged explanations, so Tony must be coming. This was going to take some time, so might as well set his stuff down and take a seat to watch the show.

The doors slid open with a short ding, and Tony Stark walked out in all of his glory.

He was wearing a grease and oil-stained shirt and a pair of black sweatpants, but still managed to look imposing despite his attire.

"What the hell are you saying?" He said to Ms. Michelle, who seemed to cower slightly. She had wanted to possibly meet Tony on good terms and make a good impression, but that was obviously ruined.

"I, um, well, was just-"

"Doesn't matter. I won't let my kid be treated this way." Tony said, giving the teacher a hard stare, practically daring her to argue.

"Come on, Underoos. Let's go back to the penthouse." He said, walking towards the elevator. He turned back when he saw Peter wasn't following, and said, "Pete? You coming?"

"Uh, yeah, sorry," Peter said, grabbing his food and walking to the elevator, blushing all throughout.

"I love you, kiddo."

"I love you too, dad."