Peter would never forget waking up in a palace. That day Peter woke up in the couch where he had fallen asleep next to the freaking king.
Pete was freaked out, actually, but Mr. Stark acted like it was a normal occurrence, waking him up to breakfast and send him of back to the academy in his now clean uniform.
Thankfully, nobody seemed to notice his absence, or if they did nobody question it. Judging by their looks, it was the latter. Peter on the other hand act like always, ignoring his weird situation, by now he knew that it wasn't normal to have weekly hangouts with the king.
Back at the palace the king was talking to his assistant
"So, Tony how did it go?" Pepper asked entering the living room
"Great, a few minor step backs but other than that it went better than ok" Tony exclaimed
"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it, because you have a dinner party this Friday"
"Ugh, that again, just tell them I'm busy or something"
"Tony, this one you can't miss, you know that, besides" pepper paused sitting on the couch "Why don't you take Peter, it would be good to see how he acts in a royal event"
"that's not a terrible idea. Alright you convinced me, ask the tailor to make a suit fit for a prince"
His assistant got up, smiling slightly knowing she had won the battle, and left the room to make the call
Tony stood there watching her leave, maybe this dinner wouldn't be so insufferable like his previous ones. God, he actually wanted to see Peter dressed like a prince, like a mini him, Tony could already picture Peter seated next to him with a small crown in his head. Of course, a crown wouldn't be brought to the dinner, it was to soon and it still wasn't made, but Tony could already Imaginate, his son, his heir, standing next to him, dressed in gold and the finest silks.
A few miles away Peter was not having a terrible day like he had expected, no one bothered him, or asking him annoying questions so he was taking some time to relax.
It was actually lunch time, so Peter was grabbing his lunch, when he encountered Harley
"Hey Peter" he greeted sitting down
"Hey Harley" he greeted back as he twirled a bit of pasta to his fork
"I didn't saw you yesterday" Harley pointed making Peter freeze, not this again he thought he had escaped
"I didn't saw you either" Peter said slowly trying to gain some time to think of an excuse
"Yeah, I spent all day in the library finishing my work that I had pilled up, I was so tired when I finished, I went to bed and slept through dinner. Had an earful because of that" Harley pauses for a second "I forgot you couldn't go in the library; did you figure that out?" he asked
"Not really, I don't really need to go there, Mr..... Mr. Barton gets me the books I need"
Harley only looks at him weirdly "right" he says, "so what did you do all day?" he asked
"Nothing really, just went outside catching some air"
The week passes quickly, at least for Peter, because Tony was counting the days until he could see his son again. Regardless Friday arrived much to the king's happiness.
Peter was just leaving his last class when he was intercepted by Mr. Barton "Peter, the King wants to see you" the man announced. Peter's eyes widened frantically looking around to see if anyone had heard, but luckily the hallway was devoid of students. Peter was fortunate that he had been the last one to leave the room if not the chances of someone hearing the man was high. After he made sure that the coast was clear, Peter processed the words before frowning.
"But today is Friday and the day is almost over" he exclaimed; Mr. Barton only laughed softly at the boy's antics
"I'm sure the king knows what day it is, Peter" He paused "but since you're so curious, you will accompany the King to a dinner party, I'm sure you will have some fun" he announced starting to walk, waiting for Peter to follow
"a dinner party? But I don't know how to act in those, Mr. Barton"
"What do you mean?" the man asked with a smirk on his face
"I don't know any rules, I'm sure there are plenty" peter pauses "like what if I start eating with the dessert fork, I will embarrass Mr. Stark" peter said pleading with Mr. Barton
"don't worry kid, I'm sure that Tony doesn't know the order of the cutlery himself, you have nothing to worry about" The man reassured patting Peter's shoulder as they stop in front of the car.
"but- "
"No buts, don't worry kid, you will have a great time" he repeated opening the door for the boy
"I can't go dressed like this" Peter tries once again, pointing at his uniform
"Something has been arranged for you" and with that he was in the car, the door closing and the car moving
Peter couldn't stop fidgeting in his seat, worry about this dinner party, he didn't want to embarrass himself or worse, embarrass Mr. Stark
"Mr. Happy, in what order do you start using your cutlery" he blurred out in the middle of the drive
"What? The driver asked confused
"You know, do you start from the bottom moving your way to the top, or is it like left to right?" the driver frown
"I have no idea kid" the man said making Peter slump in his seat, he guessed he had to ask Mr. Stark.
Peter remained quiet the rest of the drive, thinking more like presuming of all the rules that he should exist in this dinner parties. Should he shake everyone's hands, or should he vow? Mr. Stark made it clear in his first day that he didn't lie that type of formalism, but that was in privet, he never interacts with Mr. Stark in public. Thinking better he probably wouldn't be allowed to speak, because he came from section two, he was a mere peasant, he was like the dirt under their shoes. Maybe he shouldn't shake anyone hands.
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The Selection
FanfictionAfter the war all hope was lost, millions had died, and crimes were in a all time high. Until the Stark's took their rightful place in the throne. Two sections were created, Section one, where the rich lived, and section two, where people starved. P...
