Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

Dont be upsetti, look, a Bugatti

"Welp, how about a job interview?" He suggested, setting up his proposal for the team.

"I.. uh.. that'd be lying to her.." he guiltily looked down, silently begging for another solution.

"Would it though?" Peter's head shot up so fast that it slammed the handle on the side of the car.

Rubbing his head regretfully, he replied.

"you're not serious, right? Like— me right? What job am I even applying for?" Peter strained himself not to ask more questions, allowing the man before him to speak. He'd learned the hard way that rambling too much was, in fact, a bad thing. Especially to adults.

"Well, avenger for one. I'm certainly not gonna be able to stop you from all your lil hero stunts. And maybe a side job so you can start saving up and have an excuse to come over here a lot, rather than saying 'I'm having lunch with a super mega awesome friend' or whatever" Tony has thought his reply out a bit while the kid spoke, and he personally though it was a good idea.

Peter nodded. They sat in silence for only about another minute before the expensive car was pulling into an underground garage. It was at this moment that Peter's nerd switch had officially been activated.

"Holy shit— is that a 67 Chevy Impala??!" He shouted in a whisper.

Tony chuckled as he opened Peter's door, allowing the ball of energy its escape. Peter began naming the cars he recognized as they made their way towards a safer place to work.

"OhmyChuck— holy smokes Boomer, where did you get all of these?? Oh who am I kidding you're a billionaire.. is that a custom Bugatti??" Peter couldn't help but release some of the high-volumes thoughts banging in the walls of his head.

Once they'd left the room, Peter was sure to cool himself down again. He wouldn't risk leaving a worse impression on Tony Stark. It seems that he'd forgotten every word of his rant, only remembering the absolute shocking beauties that Tony's car collection held. Now, he was admiring the structure of the elevator that was taking them down. Peter was unaware how many floors were below them, but was convinced not to question them until later. His thoughts were brought to a halt when the elevator let out a 'oo ee oo ah ah, ting tang, wala wala bing bang'.

The teen snorted at the clearly customized stop sound. Tony smiled down at the kid, giving an unconscious nod of approval as they made their way into the messy room.

The ground was made of dark concrete, evidence of many barely touched coffee and oil stains. Tables were scattered around in a familiar pattern, only set for convenience when the mind was exploring. Each one held at least three different projects and some sort of rectangle peeking from the top of it. A strange robot with a sticky note labeled 'DUM-E' was wiping away right next to a recent coffee spill, completely missing the goal. Robotic arms hung from the ceiling, whiteboards, chalkboards, and glass boards were covered in equations and small unnecessary doodles.

Peter was in awe. It looked like a dream came true with at least seven different extra perks. He followed after Tony, who was now pushing aside some small things he had been tinkering with this morning.

"So.. uh.. what are we gonna do?" Peter asked awkwardly, shifting his weight from side to side.

"I want to test your skills. I've set up a pretty basic AI for you, the voice and a few commands already added in. I want you to see how good you can make it for another client of mine while I make them a custom work outfit. They recently impressed me with some pretty cool things and I just want to return the gesture". Tony spoke loudly while he dug underneath a corner table into a cabinet he regretted building into the floor.

"A-alrighty then Mr Stark" Peter faced the table Tony had set him down in, reading over the codes and languages already added in.

Every file was stored within one labeled 'LOTR girl's AI'. Peter thought it'd be funny if he set the name as someone from the LOTR series, hopefully making whoever this was for laugh.

(Tony set it as that so Peter wouldn't think it's for him)

Typing away, the first thing he made sure to do was set the activation word to 'Bloom', for Orlando the Almighty. Now forgetting it was for someone professional, he went ahead and edited a few lines so whenever it addressed him in particular, it said 'Lord and creator, king of the Spiders, Peter the almighty'.

Tony overheard Peter silently chuckling as he had F.R.I.D.A.Y. scan the measurements. A small smile painted his face while all the gears clicked in his head. Now he could string together some of the knacks he wanted Peter's new suit to have, and what his limit was.

That's how the two spent the rest of their night. Peter had added several new lines of coding, while Tony finished drawing the first draft for Peter's suit. They worked in comfort, not a words spoken between them. Just straight up mutual understanding in every glance.

And because idk how to end a chapter, this is where I'm stopping for now

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Ack, that's been alone in my drafts foreverrr. I finally had some inspiration to write and I'm happy I did.

I'm glad you're all enjoying this, and I'm planning on making some sad stuff later on.

There may be trigger warnings later on, but I'm not sure where this is heading yet so just in case I do add some and you don't want to read those this is a heads up.

I love you all (and your comments), thank you for reading!!

If you don't have a great day, I will burn the last shirt you wore ❤️

Sincerely, me