- Peter, can you stay a few minutes? - asked Miss Warren when the students were leaving the class in a hurry, and Peter threw a worried look at Ned, and the thoughts began to spin in her head. Did he do something wrong? I don't think so. Over the past two weeks, he hadn't missed a single lesson, and was only three times late, and his physics homework was only a day overdue. He already apologized for that!
Ned answered him with a questioning look, which Peter shook his shoulders at helplessly.
- I'll wait for you at the lockers, Ned said quietly, and after patting Peter on the arm, he walked out of the office.
When Peter stopped at the teacher's desk, Miss Warren smiled at him, so he relaxed a little.
- Anyway, Peter, I heard some rumors that you're an intern at Stark Industries, she started by folding her hands on the table, - and I'd like to ask you if that's true. If not, please don't lie to me, just tell me the truth.
Peter nodded, feeling some confusion from her question and a slight resentment that even she doubted his sincerity (although, logically, Peter, of course, understood that the statement of a 16-year-old schoolboy that he is an intern in one of the largest companies in the world does not sound very plausible).
- I'm actually an intern there, that's not a lie. I've got the papers and stuff like that, I can prove it's official, - he rushed to assure her that you were nervously wearing the backpack strap and feeling even more confused when Miss Warren threw her hand in a soothing way.
- Quiet, relax, I believe you, she smiled, stopping Peter, - I was hoping it would.
Miss Warren shut up for a moment, thoughtfully looking at Peter.
- You see, your science class has another tour in the curriculum. I was considering different options for where we could go, but Stark Industries would undoubtedly be the most interesting for all of you. But it's not that easy to get there, especially in such a short period. In general, I thought, if it wasn't very difficult for you, could you clarify whether it was possible? If you can't or don't want to, it's okay. I just thought that if I asked, it wouldn't be worse, right?
Of all the possible scenarios, Peter wasn't expecting this, so for three seconds he was just staring at it with his mouth open before he realized that Miss Warren was expecting an answer.
- Oh, uh, Peter muttered, looking at her with his round eyes like golf balls, - I mean, I'm not promising anything, but, yes, I'm going to ask someone if there's any way to organize it.
Miss Warren smiled widely at him.
Peter wasn't worried that Tony might say no; rather, he was worried that Tony would say yes. And he's not sure exactly how he feels about his entire class being dragged around a building where he spends more time than he does in his own home; where he has his own private room and where he regularly eats Lucky Charms in his pajamas next to one of the most influential people in the country. It's not like they'll ever know about it. Excursion groups don't take you to the Tower's residential floors, they seldom rise above the 50th floor, and Peter knows this very well. And it wouldn't be fair if he didn't even try to ask, just because he... spends too much time there?
Well, yes, Peter breathed a sigh, he must ask. He has already promised anyway.
Peter wasn't sure how best to bring it up, but he was hoping he'd just come up with something on the move.
- Uh, Mr. Stark, he said the next evening, when Tony was buried in a pile of bolts, nuts, and wires, and Peter decided to stop messing with the shooters for the day. The trigger is still a little weak, because he just overdid it, but it can be worked on later.
Tony looked at him, with an oil stain on his cheek and a cheerful shine in his eyes.
- What did you do this time, Spider boy?
- What? Nothing! Why do you think I did something? - Peter exclaimed, defending himself and forgetting for a moment about the tour. Tony straightened out, pulling his hand out of the car and dropping it on his thigh. His palms were completely black, and Peter was sure they'd left dirty divorces on his shirt, but Tony seemed never to be too worried about those little things. The smell of motor oil had become one of the main things Peter associated with Tony Stark. He seemed to follow Tony even as he wore his gorgeous suits, which had never been close to the substance, and sprayed with pathos cologne, which probably cost more than all of Peter's stuff put together (except for those that Tony personally bought him, of course). He was already part of Tony. That smell calmed Peter down.
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