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Chapter 6

Peter POV-

I've had the same schedule everyday for a week. It is the longest streak of consistency in my schedule since Aunt May was alive. I wake up, go to school, and when school ends I go be an intern at Stark Tower, and when that's over I spider-man. This has to be the best thing that's ever going to happen to me. Minus the slight decrease in sleep. It really ins't that bad though. 

Working in the lab with Mr. Stark is amazing. He even let's me do my homework if I ask, and he helps from time to time. On the 4th day of working in the lab, I met Ms. Potts. She was walking down to get Mr. Stark to sign some papers while I was there. She seemed super confused at first, but just smiled when I introduced myself. I had a feeling she already of knew me. Not that I mind, I already knew of her too. 

Over the next few days, she would come down and just hang out for a little bit. 11 days into the internship, she came down with another man. He introduced himself as James Rhodes or just Rhodey. He also started coming down to visit us with Pepper at around 3:00 every afternoon. We made those 15 minutes 'break-time' and it was great. I was really starting to feel comfortable around these people. It's been so long since I've had a stable relationship with an adult in my life. It's not like I'm at the group home often. I only sleep and shower there, and I don't think the 'mentors' appreciate that, but I've got better things to do. I'm sure they understand. 

Today is the 14th day of my internship and a Friday. I walk in as I usually would and smile at the receptionist. I found that she actually is very sweet and just trying to make some extra money for college with her job here. I wait in the elevator until I get to the floor I need and step out into the common room.

"Hey kid." I turn to see Mr. Stark in the kitchen making a sandwich. I wave and walk over. "Do you want to stay over tonight?" I'm sure the surprise is evident in my face as I look up at him.  

"What? Really?" He nods and walks to the elevator. "Where are you going, Mr. Stark?" Turning back around to face me, he smirks and chuckles. I'll be honest, that's not comforting. 

"We are going to pick up some clothes from your house." Oh shit. He continues walking to the elevator and I run to catch up with him. 

"Listen, Mr. Stark. You don't have to come. I can grab my stuff alone." We step into the elevator. Mr. Stark throws me a look that would probably make a grown man cower. I catch the hint and back down. I'm not changing his mind on his, and I'd be an idiot to try. 

When we get down to the garage level, he walks over to one of the cars I've ever seen and just climbs in. It's probably worth more than my entire life will ever be, but I'm gonna try to get over that. I smile soft;y and sit down in the passenger seat beside him. Mr. Stark steers the car out of the garage and I turn on the radio. We sing along to all the songs we know on the short drive across the city into Queens. I feel, for the first time in a long time, peaceful. 

After about 10 minutes, we arrive. He almost drove past the run-down building I live in. The tension only grows as we approach the run down building. I'm trying, with everything in my power, to not be awkward. Don't be yourself Peter, be cool right now. No matter how terribly embarrassing this moment is. 

"This is it? Oh- yeah- this is it." He pulls the car to a stop and I hop out. I climb up to my room and pack some clothes into a bag. Only enough for one night, but I don't know what to expect. As I walk back to the car, I mean I'm nearly skipping honestly from excitement, Mr. Stark calls out to me through the open passenger window the car, shaking his head.

"What's that?" 

"You're going to need more clothes than that." He's nearly yelling now, and it's such a weird visual. Tony Stark calling through the passenger window to me. I don't know why, but I laugh out loud at the situation before questioning his statement. "Well you're supposed to be grabbing clothes to stock your room." I continue giving him a look and he just rolls his eyes. "I'm giving you a bedroom in the tower. I want you to get more clothing so we can stock your room and you can stay over more often." I chuckle, slightly perplexed, and turn back around to walk back to my room in the group home. I return to the car with two more bags and half of my entire wardrobe. It's pitiful, but cut me a break. 

I climb into the passenger seat, glancing over at him as he pulls away from the degrading house and driving us back towards the comforts of the Avenger's Tower.

"I'll need--" I begin before he so rudely cuts me off. 

"I have toothpaste, a toothbrush, and shower stuff for you. I didn't know exactly what brands you used, so I just grabbed a couple different choices." I look over at him and chuckle again. I can't even imagine how many different types of soaps are in that bathroom right now. 

We arrive back at the tower in a short 15 minutes and he takes me to a guest room. It was giant and gorgeous. One entire wall was just glass. The window looked out over New York. I swear I can see my school from here. I stand and stare for a good 10 minutes before I finally start unpacking some of my clothes. Mr. Stark demanded he help, and who am I to deny the man in his own house? He pulled things out of my bag, as I put things away into the numerous drawers and the overwhelmingly large closet. We finish unpacking and he looks over at me.

"Where are your pajamas?" Great question, they don't exist. 

"I don't really have any. I just sleep in my clothing." He judges me with his eyes. 

"You need pajamas. I think I have some extra." He just leaves the room. I stand there awkwardly until he walks back in with a bag. He throws it on the bed and I go to open it, but he cuts my movements off. 

"You can try them on later, but now we tinker."

And tinker we did. For 3 hours. Until Pepper called us up for dinner. 

"I made pasta tonight. Come help yourself." I smile at her and grab a plate. I took a little bit of food, not because I wasn't hungry, I just didn't want to take too much. I don't think I said 'thank you' any less than a dozen times, and even that wasn't enough for the hospitality they were showing me. 

"Kid, take more food." I glance at Mr. Stark, then back down at my plate. "You have to be hungry kid. We didn't have a snack today." He's right, but I hate to admit it. I add a little bit more to my plate and smile. Maybe we had gotten closer than I thought. I sit down at the table and start to eat after they join me. 

Out of the blue, Mr. Stark declares, "I think we should have a movie night tonight. I already got the popcorn, ice-cream, and I rented all of the Star Wars movies." I smile widely. I love Star Wars more than any other movie series out there. Nodding my head, slightly too vigorously, I nearly choke, but the couple smiles warmly at me. "Star Wars it is."

After we finish eating, I go up to get changed. I finally got up to my room, going though the maze that is this tower and only getting lost twice. I open the bag and find bright red and gold Iron Man pajamas. I chuckle at Mr. Stark's choice of sleepwear. I put it on, though, and it is a perfect fit. This was not a coincidence and I know it in my soul at he bought these for me. I wonder how long he's held on to these. 

Walking down to the common room, I smile. Parker luck really is gone (I love to jinx myself!).

We watch the original Star Wars trilogy. I miss the end of Return of the Jedi, though, because my eyes are very heavy, and I can't see a reason to keep them open any longer. I know the ending anyway, and the couch is just... so... comfortable.