"Peter, you sure?"
"Of course, MJ. The question is, are you sure?"
"I am, loser. You know that."
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"Boss? Mr Parker has stepped into the building."
"What the- PETER?!" Tony gasped. "Where, FRI. Where is my son."
"Your son is approaching the lab, along with two other unkowns. They are requesting permission to enter the lab."
"But Peter can- nevermind let them in FRI."
"Hey Dad."
"Peter Benjamin Parker-Stark. Where in the fucking hell have you been?"
"Dad! Shush!" Peter glared at Tony. "There's a 3 years old here!"
"What?"
"Well okay not inside. Outside the lab with M. But no cursing in front of my son, okay Dad?"
"Your son."
"Yes, my son, Benji, Dad. My son. Son. Son."
"Okay okay I got it, I got it. Your son."
"M!" Peter called out.
"Here, loser."
Peter brought Tony over.
"Dad, meet my fiance, Michelle Jones, and my son, Benjamin, or Benji, or Ben. M, this is my Dad, and Benji, this is your granddad okay?"
"Kid, is this why you ran away?"
"Yeah. We thought that you wouldn't accept us 'cos MJ's parents didn't."
"I would be disappointed, kid, but I wouldn't kick you guys out. So are you staying or leaving?"
Peter and MJ shared a look.
"Yeah, we're back."
