- Actually, I wasn't spreading anything personally, but you were, - Peter said angrily, but Flash had already moved on. Ned just shook his head and looked at him with sympathy.
- Wait a while, and he'll know everything.
Peter nodded, and they continued their way to the lockers.
- Hi, May! - Peter shouted as he entered the apartment, where the delicious smell of pizza fell upon him.
- Hello, darling! How was school? - May from the living room answered, and Peter hurriedly threw his shoes down on the couch, throwing his backpack on the floor. He took her in with one hand, grabbing a piece of pizza with the other.
- It was okay - he shrugged, pulling the tour permit out of the backpack and handing over the paper to her. May read the permission carefully and looked up and smiled at it.
- A trip to Stark Industries? Sounds interesting. Does Tony know?
- Yeah, that's what he did, - Peter replied, chewing on a piece of pizza and continuing: - You have a Thursday night shift, so we thought I could spend the night there and meet my class there, instead of going to school. Miss Warren said you could do that if you wrote a note saying you knew and didn't mind.
- Well, of course that makes sense, - May agreed, and they spent the rest of the evening watching Star Wars. When Peter woke up the next morning at school, Mei's signed permission and a note for the teacher, along with a yellow sticker, were waiting for him on the table, wishing him a good day. And a smiley face. Peter smiled.
The days before the tour had passed very quickly, and before Peter knew it, Thursday night had come, and he and Tony and Pepper had gathered at the table. Peter was sending lasagna into his mouth like he was hungry for a year, and Tony laughed cheerfully at it, while Pepper's lips crawled into a tender smile.
- In this house you need to breathe at least once in a while, baby. Eat slower.
- But it is so delicious!
They weren't going to have dinner together so often, because most of the time it was either Tony who got stuck in his lab, or Pepper who was busy, or something else, so Peter usually had dinner with one of them. But he liked it when they all got together. It was like home. I mean, this is home, but it was even cozier.
- What time tomorrow was your excursion there? - Tony asked, taking a sip of orange juice.
He threw Peter a napkin, and his eyes flashed with warmth when it hit the teenager harmlessly in the face. - You have tomato paste on your nose. And your cheek. And in general, just wipe the whole face.
- Okay, Daddy, - Peter sassy showed Tony his tongue by wiping a napkin over your face.
- Watch your behavior, skateboard, or I'll put you under house arrest, - Tony parried immediately. Peter just snorted.
- Should be downstairs at nine in the morning. Are you going to join us?
- Oh, you can rest assured, - smiled Tony, and Peter threw a pretend, desperate look at Pepper. Pepper laughed gently.
- Well, that's my class. You can't go in there like Tony, you have to be Mr. Stark.
- I don't promise anything, kid.
The next morning, Peter was waiting in the hall for his class to arrive at 8:40. He leaned against the reception desk, pulling up his sweatshirt sleeves too long. Before he left, he couldn't find his jacket, and because he wanted to come early, he grabbed the first thing he saw: a gray hoodie with a lightning bolt, lonely hanging on the back of a chair in the kitchen. There was a huge Stark Industries' logo on her back, and a laconic inscription on her chest on her left in simple white Stark, so Peter had only one clue who it might belong to. Not to mention the fact that she smelled like a mixture of aftershave cream and, of course, motor oil (which, frankly speaking, only Peter's sensitive sense of smell could catch, but it was there). The sweatshirt was a little too big for him, so some of them looked at him with curiosity, but he didn't zip it up so it wouldn't be so much of an eye-catcher. At the same time, it helped to make Stark's inscription on his chest less visible.
A young girl in a white lab coat approached the counter, and Peter remembered that he had seen her a couple of times. She had a plastic transparent box in her hands, and Peter could easily see a lot of guest badges inside. The girl noticed his look and smiled, and there was recognition in her eyes.
- You're Peter Parker, right? - she clarified, and Peter nodded. - That brilliant intern, with whom everyone loves to work. All the guys say that if you join them, the day becomes much better.
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