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Conceptually, asking someone out on a date was easy as pie, meaning the phrase is great but when you dig into it there are way more steps than you originally planned. Plus, with one of them being a freaking superhero, and the other the head of a multimillion-dollar company, scheduling was pretty much nonexistent. Peter has no clue when he'll be able to catch Harry outside of work next while also ensuring there aren't any spider-related emergencies. Sure, Peter knew most of his best friend's schedule, they'd kept each other updated on the happenings of their everyday lives. Peter knew that he was slowly spiraling into thoughts that had no real meaning, but anything was better than facing the scary wall that was admitting his affection towards his friend.

"Hey kid, I think you're boring your cereal to death with all that thinking you're doing." Peter jumped as Clint's voice came from over his shoulder, the Avenger on the way to grab his own meal. "I don't think you need to have a crisis over some Lucky Charms. That's preeeeetty trivial compared to Professor Squid or whatever the hell his name is." Clint was grumbling by the end of that sentence, his concentration now on picking just the marshmallows out of the box of said cereal.

"First of all, I'm totally stealing Professor Squid, he'll be pissed at that, and second of all, it's not the cereal's fault, it's my old friend: Anxiety, see?" Peter sighed as he gestured to his leg, which was bouncing up and down at a faster-than-normal pace. Clint sighed as he sat across from Peter, a bowl of Lucky Charms marshmallows and chocolate chips in front of him, Peter raised his brow at the bowl but didn't say anything out loud.

"Look, I know you have big gay feelings about your friend, but trust me when I say talking about it really isn't that hard. All you gotta do is ask him out to dinner, like you guys do all the time anyway, go somewhere you guys will be comfortable, not some uppity fancy-ass restaurant. Then, near the end of the meal, bring it up, just put it out there, say some cool flirty something, and then ask him to date you! With the way he was looking at you, you'll be fine." He then dug into his "cereal" (heavy on the air quotes), leaving Peter to mull over the surprisingly nice tips.

"Yeah, I guess I'm just worried about the 'cool flirty something' you mentioned. You know how obnoxious, yet charming I am as Spiderman—hey, don't be mean, I'm talking feelings here—but that's just how it is. Spiderman is the cool hero with quick catchphrases and fast reaction times, while I, the 'Amazing Peter Parker' can't even eat a bowl of cereal without spiraling. I can't string two cohesive sentences together if my life depended on it, and if I have to do that in front of Harry? AKA my crush as of now? Hell no, Clint."

Peter scooped a mouthful of now quite soggy cereal into his mouth, chewing on it as he mulled over his words just then. He really had done well in cultivating his hero persona, and it was absolutely an act of God, or another all-powerful being, that he ended up so perfectly doing so. Now it was as if he was two completely different people.

"What if you do it as Spiderman?" Peter looked up. Clint had his eyes trained on the younger hero and an eyebrow quirked. "I know it may sound weird, but he knows you're Spiderman, and I bet you he'd know you were being sincere even if it came from your persona. I'm not telling you you have to do that, but could you think on it?" Peter nodded as Clint brought his now empty bowl to the sink. "I'm going to head to the gym, and you're about to be late for your scheduled patrol, so I'd get on that if I were you."

He glanced at the clock, and sure enough his patrol would start in about 5 minutes, Clint laughed as Peter choked on his most recent bite of cereal.

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Around 7 that night, Peter was sat atop the Oscorp Tower. The morning and dinner-time patrol he was scheduled for went smoothly, the most concerning issue being a robbery a few blocks from the Avengers Tower. That would have been an amazing scenario almost any other day, but Peter had so much to think about that he would have preferred to have battled a fleet of aliens, or anything else that had to take more of his attention.

Instead, he was caught up in his head about asking Harry out on a date. He'd been work-shopping different ways to ask him out since the morning and he'd resorted to running cheesy pick-up lines by the muggers and criminals he'd run into throughout the day. His favorite was one he'd used with a simple purse snatcher that morning; "Hey, okay so since we're waiting around I'm gonna use you as a dummy for my hot date im gonna get later, how about this one: Are you water? 'Cause I need you 8 times a day to live." The teen groaned from where he was hanging upside down from a street lamp. "Dude just hand me over to the police."

So, he was definitely stuck with what to do. He'd been sat on the tower for 30-ish minutes or so by this point, and he'd not seen any major issues other than his own, and during all that time he'd opened his phone almost 12 different times, drafting messages before deleting them in frustration. He had no idea how Tony and Stephen had gotten together, and it had crossed his mind to ask them for help, but he didn't just want to be a kid in their eyes anymore, he wanted to show them he could do things for himself.

"Hey Spidey, you've been sitting here for a while." Peter jumped as he whirled around, his spidey sense not doing anything to help alert him to his new company. Squirrel Girl, another hero he's worked with a few times at this point, stood a bit away. He squinted at her, and then the squirrel next to her.

"Squirrel Girl, uh—how exactly did you get up here? There's not really any tall buildings around here for you to use as leverage-" He was cut off by Tippy-Toe chittering at him. "Okay I won't ask questions, I am still petrified of that squirrel." The female hero laughed, walking forward and sitting next to him, her tail brushing his shoulder briefly. "He's not gonna bite you—again, that is, I've talked with him about it." She grabbed some acorns and other mixed nuts from a pouch on her belt and set them next to her, Tippy scurrying up and grabbing some.

She turned to him then, crossing her arms across her chest. "So, what's got you in a mood, 'cause it's not often I see you in any mood but jovial." Peter sighed as he kicked his feet back and forth.

"I'm just being stupid about stuff, don't worry about me. I'll figure it out."

The other superhero flicked a seed at Peter's masked forehead. "Well I'm here now, so please feel free to bounce some stuff off me, I do not want to see you sulking as you take down bad guys for the next month. Last time that happened you made even the bank robbers pity you." She swung her legs around to where she was sitting crisscross facing him completely, and she templed her hands in front of her. "Speak to me, my web-slinging friend. What troubles you?"

"I don't want you to make fun of me, you're evil when you want to be."

She reached behind her, pulling out a recognizable bag emblazoned with a yellow 'M' (Where the hell was she hiding this a second ago?). "I brought you food, but now I'm only gonna give it to you if you share." His resolve immediately buckled, because dammit, sometimes you need some crap fast food.

"Give me the bag, I'll talk."

"Hell yeah, knew that'd work." She tossed the bag over the short distance, and he immediately grabbed the large fry out, simultaneously rolling his mask up over his nose.

"I'm having relationship problems...well, more like pre-relationship problems. I've realized I have a crush on my childhood friend, and I have no idea how to approach him about it." She nodded as she nabbed a fry, munching on it with a soft hum, which Peter took as a gesture to continue. "He's so sweet and amazing and all I can do is flounder around him. Like he knows about me being Spiderman, but—"

"Woah, hold your horses. He knows about you being a superhero? That's some crazy trust you have in him, Spidey."

"Yeah, he's pretty great, he was one of the first people I told actually. He and I get lunch every week and he saw some bandages. One thing led to another and I knew I could trust him, so he knows now. That felt just like every other lunch we've had; it was easygoing and simple, yet this seems impossible to me. Like, how hard can it be to just look at someone and say 'please date me'." Peter dug through the bag as he talked, getting a hold of the burger. "I just wish I had the Spiderman charm when it comes to him."

"Why don't you just ask him out as Spiderman? If he knows that it's you, that seems like an easy solution."

He chuckled half-heartedly, "You'd think that, yeah... I just-" He paused, taking a bite out of the burger, and continued again. "how do I know this isn't going to blow up in my face? What if this ruins our friendship and he uses the leverage he has— which is a lot, by the way. He could just plaster my face on the front and say 'This is the spider-freak that causes terror in this city'. God, he could totally do all that..." Peter lay back on the ledge, the burger falling to his side, forgotten.

Doreen didn't know the kid well, but she could tell when someone needed a bit of a distraction. From what she could gauge from the conversation, he'd dug himself into a bit of a hole, and was lying in it. She knew how this went, as she herself did this quite a bit, as well as her students, and Doreen would like to say she's become a bit of a pro when dealing with hole-digging, well, in the mind at least.

"You know... one time one of my students got confessed to outside in front of the school and instead of her accepting she slapped him across the face and posted about him, dragging his reputation through the mud until he straight up left the school. I don't know him, but if he's stayed close to you for as long as you say, I wouldn't be too worried. I also doubt you'd associate yourself with anyone too mean, you've got a good heart." She was smiling towards him, and though she couldn't see his eyes, his mouth was still showing, and a small smile had grown on his lips.

"I didn't know you were a teacher, Squirrel Girl." Ah, deflection, but she'll go with it. Doreen hummed, picking at the nail polish on one of her hands.

"Yep! I won't give you much more than that, but I teach, and I'm damn good at it, too." She looked up from her nails at his eye...things before she continued. "Now I don't do mushy gushy stuff often, but I will for you because you look like you need it. If you don't tell him how you feel now, when will you? You're a superhero, every day could be your last, man. I may not know you as well as I know my civilian friends, but I can tell you have a good heart. If your friend can't see that, then maybe he's not the right one for you But you won't know until you ask, so," She moved to stand, holding out an arm for Tippy-Toe, who climbed up onto her shoulder, "if you think knowing how he feels about you is important, tell this boy you like him. I think it'll make both of you happy."

With that, she unclasped something on her jacket and with a little salute she jumped off the building. Peter leaned over the edge, ready to jump, but before he could think about it too much two gliders unfurled from her jacket and she pulled up, gliding away and weaving through buildings.

"Of course she figured out a way to become a flying squirrel..." Peter laughed as he continued to look off and follow her movements until he couldn't anymore. He went to stand up and continue his patrol when the alarms in the building underneath him started to go off.

"Oh what the- c'mon man, why today of all days?!" He ran away from the ledge towards the roof exit and not so carefully pushed open the door, and seeing that it was a stairwell, Peter jumped through the middle until he got a few floors down, the 30th. Harry's Office was on the 32nd, but it was most likely that whoever triggered the alarm was already in the office.

"Hey, KAREN, how many people are on this floor?" He was stood outside the door, listening as best he could, but there was only some shuffling.

"There are 26 people on the 30th floor, 9 are armed with automatic guns." Peter sighed, crouching against the wall to check his webs and change some settings through KAREN. "Thanks KAREN, could you notify-" Before he could finish, a panel showed up on his mask lenses, showing that Tony, Stephen, and Pepper have been notified about the situation. "-Oh how I love you, my beautiful suit lady."

"Mhm." Peter scoffed playfully at the AI before he readied himself before the door. "Can you turn on X-ray please? Okay, amazing, let's kick some thug butt." With that he saw that two men were at the door and he shoved the entryway open, immediately leaped up to the ceiling, webbing the guns out of their hands and sticking them next to where he was perched.

"Okay, my invite must have gotten lost in the mail, I can't believe you guys are hosting a little party and I wasn't told!" He jumped down from the ceiling as he surveyed the rest of the room, webbing the two door guys to the wall with their mouths shut behind his back. In front of him was a more open floor plan office, desks littered around the edges of the room, and near the back corner the office workers were tied together and held hostage by two more guys standing in front, both with their weapons pointed at the workers. In front of him were 3 guys readying their weapons aimed towards him, and the other two were near the windows still a bit in shock of his appearance. Peter leaped over one of the closest guys and when he felt a pull in the back of his brain he redirected with a web on the floor, pulling himself right toward the guy's back, simultaneously pinning him and tossing his gun up and webbing it up along with the others.

"Oh wait, unless you planned a surprise party just for me, how swee- Hey!" Peter webbed the guy onto the ground and was immediately aware of the other two right behind him. He tucked backwards between them and rolled to where he popped up behind them, and with the one on his right he kicked his ankles out, the thug yelping and dropping to the floor, and as Peter disarmed him, doing the same as the others, the one on his left lifted the weapon right at Peter's head, pulling the trigger. Peter darted to the side and took the guy's arm with him, throwing the armed man off balance and the shot going straight into the ceiling, and Peter was worried for a second before his attention was brought by the guy attempting to punch him. Peter ducked his head, and using the leverage he still had on the guy's other arm, the one still holding the gun, he threw the attacker over his shoulder, winding him and effectively disarming him, the gun skittering to the side.

"You guys couldn't have picked a worse day to do this though," Peter wound his most recent attacker up and stuck him to the ceiling, dangling a bit, and went to grab the the other guy before realizing he had moved from his position on the floor. He surveyed the area as fast as he could, keeping himself talking "I was actually going to have a hot date, you know? I was so ready, it was going to be beautiful." He spotted the escape-y next to one of the door thugs, trying to remove the webs with a knife, but Peter quickly stuck him in place the knife unusable now. As he went to turn, he felt another tug, and he hopped up to the ceiling again, dodging the two window thugs' attacks, one having replaced his gun with a knife and the other attempting to shoot Peter while he was distracted. "That's just cruel, you guys. I can't believe you're haters on love. Complete Debbie Downers."

Peter once again launched himself at the guys, this time webbing both of their jackets and pulling them towards him, both shouting out in surprise as they drop their weapons. "KAREN, Taser Web." The webs attached to the men immediately sparked, both jolting midair as Peter used his momentum to swing himself towards the ground and thrust the guys up to the ceiling. He switched to regular webs again to keep them there, ducking to grab their dropped weapons and throw them onto the growing collection above his head.

"Yo, Spider-Freak!" Peter turned to the final two thugs, and sighed as he saw that both had grabbed an office worker and was now holding them at gunpoint. The guy closer to the windows shoved his hostage down on the ground, the younger woman grumbling a curse as she was pushed down. "You move and inch and she's dead." Peter stood still, and he forced his shoulders to relax as he took in the rest of the picture. Most of the employees didn't actually look too scared, more frustrated, and Peter swore he saw a few even roll their eyes. He moved back to the other thug, this one with an older man as his hostage, but the man wasn't scared, at least not outwardly. Since Peter couldn't risk these lives he turned his focus back to the first guy.

"So, why exactly are you holding Oscorp employees hostage right now?" Peter had a pretty good idea, having talked with Harry about hostage situations before and having dealt with them, but he just wanted to clarify.

"Why do you think? Money, dumbass. This is like, the richest company in New York, minus Stark, but that place is littered with supers like you." He didn't move his gun, but his other hand was gesturing about, and Peter wanted to get this over with quick. "Hey man, I know what it's like to need a buck or two, but this is a bit much. Could you just use that radio and call it off? It's a mood killer today, my guy." The thug he was talking to chuckled humorlesly, and as he went to continue the conversation, the woman before him quickly shot up and, with practiced ease, pushed the gun-wielding arm out of the way and punched the man squarely in the center of his face, definitely breaking his nose. Peter's eyebrows shot up as he watched the quick pinning of the guy, and only then did the other thug understand what happened.

Before he could lift his gun towards the woman, though, Peter shot a web across the way, pulling the gun out of his hands and catching it, putting the safety on and sticking it to the ground next to him. The thug on the ground writhed under the woman, but she had a firm grip on his arms and another hostage that had made his way out of the bindings was holding his legs still. The final thug standing went to attack his hostage as a final ditch effort, but before he could do anything more, Peter swung towards him and kicked him squarely in the chest, the hostage having moved to the side when the woman retaliated. The final attacker was then stuck in place, and Peter moved to relieve the woman and man of their pinning duty, sticking the guy securely in place and tossing his weapon up, the gun staying there.

Peter turned to the hostages who were all talking amongst themselves, the ties for the most part having been removed, and under closer inspection on Peter's part, the knots were really subpar, and a few of the employees must have had knives on their person, with some being cut through. He turned back to the two who had pinned the thug and he nodded his head.

"Thanks for picking up my slack, I didn't want anyone hurt." The girl shrugged as she rubbed her neck. "It really wasn't that big a deal, we were briefed on hostage training when we were hired, Mr. Osborn wanted us all to be ready for if, and when, it happened." Most of the other employees nodded in agreement. The girl he was talking to chuckled a bit then. "Also, we've all seen weirder shit living in New York. A couple of thugs with guns asking for money? That's about as normal as crime's gonna get here."

Peter laughed at that. "Oh I know it. Well I'll leave y'all to it, I need to go and relieve Ha- uh Mr. Osborn of his thugs. Bye!" Peter shot towards the door to the stairway, and he quickly climbed up to the 32nd floor, as a quick scan told him no one was on the 31st.

He stood outside of the door for the 32nd and used the X-ray feature again, and he was shocked a bit when he saw that only two guys were standing in there, one having to be Harry. However, 3 other heat signatures showed that there were men unconscious on the ground. "The hell happened..." Peter muttered as he readied himself to go in, and with a small push he entered the room, jogging in to see a very peculiar sight. Harry was sat on his desk, a bloody nose that looked a bit crooked, a taller man with a small handgun held at his side looking at Harry while on the phone, and three unconscious guards with bruising eyes or broken noses. Peter looked to Harry then back to the guys on the floor. "What did I miss?" The man with the gun jolted a bit at the new voice, turning to see Peter standing near the center of the room.

The guy mumbled something into his receiver before putting his phone down and raising his gun towards Harry, who's only reaction was a glance at the gun and then the man himself. Then the man, who was the first mask-less guy Peter had seen, spoke up. "Hello Spider-Man, it seems like you may have a run for your money. Mr. Osborn here put up quite a fight, knocking out all three of my back-ups." Peter's heart swelled a bit, and at those words he could now see the busted knuckles on Harry's hands and a bruise on his jaw, most likely from someone fighting back. "We're here for a simple money negotiation, and then we'll be on our way."

Peter chuckled a bit as he crossed his arms over his chest, the eyes on his suit squinting with him as he stared intently at the leader. "I don't think that's much of a 'we' anymore. All your guys on the 30th are currently unconscious or stuck against a wall, courtesy of me." He did a little bow, and when he pulled up from it he saw that Harry was sporting a smile, which still sent Peter's stomach swooping, even with a busted nose and bruised jaw.

The leader however, did not find that amusing one bit. His brow furrowed and he pulled his phone back out, the gun still held to Harry's head and he pressed a few buttons, the room going near silent as Peter turned his attention back to Harry once more, and he cocked his head a bit to try and see if Harry was alright. He nodded, wiggling his fingers to show they're all okay, just a bit busted, but his nose was still sluggishly bleeding, so he was breathing through his mouth. Peter was going to try and communicate with him again until the other man's voice rose.

"We had a deal! You can't just back out because Spider-Man arrived, that's not what we agreed on, Adrien. I know- yes I know, but- Dammit!" He shouted as he shoved his phone in his pocket. "Well, since he backed out, there's no point in keeping you, is there, Osborn." And before Peter could say anything, he pulled the trigger.

Time slowed for Peter as he saw Harry's eyes go wide, the gun's shot ringing as the bullet escaped the barrel. Peter got a web to Harry and pulled him towards himself, the bullet still managing to graze his arm. Harry let out a shout as things returned to normal for Peter, and he clutched Harry to his chest and held him there with one arm as the other webbed the attacker's mouth shut, and with another taser web, he shot the guy with a string, and maybe he added a bit more juice than he normally would, but no one would know except him. The attacker cried out as he dropped the gun and fell to his knees, writhing about. Peter webbed him in place, still holding harry close, and only when the guy stopped squirming did Peter release Harry, and he quickly made his way over to the barely conscious man and he put only a bit of force behind a punch, thoroughly knocking the guy out.

"Pete, are you okay?" Peter turned to Harry and before he could think about it he pulled him into a tight hug.

"I should be asking you that, you idiot." Peter pulled back and held Harry's face in his hands. "That was terrifying, how are you so collected right now? You got hurt, your arm, oh gosh your nose..." Peter turned Harry's head to the side as he examined it, definitely broken. Harry sighed, a small grin appearing on his lips. "Dude I'm okay, really. They're all pretty much superficial anyway."

Peter shook his head, now turning to look at the arm graze from the bullet. It isn't too deep but it is also bleeding, staining the shirt that Peter gave him earlier that day. "Gosh Harry I think this is going to need stitches. Okay, someone must have been contacted since the alarm went off so paramedics will be down on the street, we can get you some meds for the pain and get your nose set-"

"Peter." He stopped talking looking back into Harry's eyes, and all air left his lungs. His friend had a soft look in his eyes, the smile still there, and he was just looking at Peter. His heart, which was already beating fast, was racing, and though Harry couldn't see it, a blush crept up his neck and across his cheeks. "Uh- uhm, yeah, Hare?"

"I'm alright. You saved me." Peter's hands, previously resting on his arms, fell to his sides as Harry mirrored Peter's stance from earlier, holding his face carefully in his hands. "You are so amazing, you took down all the guys and kept everyone safe- ah, don't say anything I'm not done." A stern look overtook the soft in his eyes, and he was now staring down Peter. "Stop worrying about me, I am okay. Can I, ugh these suit eyes are staring into my soul, let me remove this." He moved his hands to pull at the seam of the mask, swiftly removing it. "There we go."

Peter's face was red, his hair tousled and his lips were parted slightly as he processed everything happening. Harry's face, though battered, was shining, the sun setting behind him and shining through the large window in the office, and it took everything in Peter to not just kiss him right then and there. His eyes were stern with an undercurrent of something loving, and his mouth was set into a line, his eyes flicking around Peter's face seeing if he's hurt. "Now, are you okay?"

Harry tilted his head, motioning for Peter to answer. The latter sighed, smiling and lifting his arms to loop around Harry's neck. "I'm great, now that you're safe." One of Peter's hands brushed against the hair at the nape of Harry's neck, and he could feel the skin raise at the touch.

"Pete, if I didn't know any better..." Harry lowered his voice a bit, his head dipping and his gaze finally dropping to the side. "I'd say you were flirting with me."

At this, Peter cleared his throat, his confidence dropping. "Uh well what if I was, would you feel compelled to say no, slap my face, and drag my reputation through the mud?" Harry laughed out loud, is head coming back up with a wide grin and he returned his gaze to Peter.

"Yeah, I would totally blow up at you and post on all my socials how much of a meanie face you were to me." The sarcasm made Peter smile, the anxiety growing in his heart going down to a simmer. "No, Pete, I..." Harry paused, his face smoothing to a thoughtful gaze. "I really, really like you, actually." His cheeks flushed as he said it, and Harry took a deep breath and focused completely on Peter's face. "I've liked you for a while, actually."

Peter was at a complete loss for words, and it must have shown on his face, because Harry's blush grew across his cheeks, and he cleared his throat. "Well, um, I guess I will go and check in with the paramedics, it's been a bit and they're probably wondering where I've been and I need to get this arm checked out and-" Before he could finish, Peter grabbed both sides of his face, and he took a deep breath before speaking.

"Harry?"

"Yeah...?"

"I'm going to kiss you now."

"Oh... wait wh-" This time he was cut off with a press to his lips, and whatever he had left to say was immediately forgotten. Peter's hands cupped his cheeks in a strong but safe grip and he was tilted more to the side to not aggravate Harry's nose. It was a soft touch, but Harry's eyes slid shut as he moved one hand to Peter's hip. There was no movement between them, but Harry poured his affection and care for Peter through this, and even if he didn't know it exactly, he knew that he was also cared for in that moment.

Before long, Peter pulled away, his hands not leaving Harry's face as he took his friend(?) in. He knew that they should probably talk about titles and what they were, but not then.

"I don't think I realized until recently how much I've wanted to do that." Peter smiled as he spoke, the flush of his cheeks still there from before. "Aren't you glad I didn't use any pick up lines? I'd been practicing some puns earlier today during patrol." He wiggled his brows as he spoke, like he had been planning it all along.

Harry groaned, rolling his eyes playfully as he grinned against Peter's palms. "Oh the horror, Spiderman, using puns- no, even Peter! You're a notorious punner both in and out of your suit. But... you know what?"

"Hm?" Peter tilted his head slightly in questioning. Harry noted it as being one of his favorite things Peter did, and he had a sneaking suspicion that a lot more things would become his favorite when it came to Peter.

"I don't think I mind it much, how about you, Spider Menace?"

"Oh c'mon Hare, not you too!"

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EPILOGUE:

Peter landed on top of Avengers Tower, beelining for the entry door, only to see Mr. Stark stood holding the door open.

"C'mon kid, we're going to Banner for your check." Peter immediately groaned as they entered the elevator, the settings already for the main floor where Bruce's office is located.

"But Dad-" Tony shook his head at the masked teen, kicking his ankle playfully to make him stumble a bit.

"Don't 'Dad' me, you know this is routine. Especially after a hostage situation with firearms involved. Now," He looked over to Peter who had at that point pulled the mask off, and he arched one of his brows. "Is the package secure?"

"Oh my god, Mr. Stark!" Peter's hands cradled his head as he sighed. He assumed this was going to happen at some point, just didn't expect it this soon. "Please don't refer to Harry as 'the package' ever again. But..." Peter pulled his hands away from his face, one coming to scratch at his temple. "Yes, he's alright. I handed him off to the paramedics and he's going to call me later and let me know about his status."

They both stepped off the elevator as they ended up on the Med floor, Bruce could be seen further in the room at his desk. Tony stopped and turned to his kid, one hand resting on Peter's shoulder. "Before I hand you off to the doc, I gotta ask," Tony's face lit up in a mischievous grin. "Did you kiss him?"

Peter's eyes widened and he knew he looked guilty, feeling the blush crawl up his neck across his ears and cheeks. "Uh- I actually think I got mortally wounded so- oh ow, my foot, I can barely stand on it, sorry dad- I just have to get this checked immediately, so sorry!"

"I'm not hearing a no!" Tony laughed as he turned away, knowing Peter had stopped paying attention to him to get away from answering the question. He had to admit, it was weird actually having this kid be under his care, even if he wasn't really much of a kid anymore.

Stepping into the Elevator, he spoke out to JARVIS. "Hey, JARVIS, living room, if you please."

"Will do, sir." Stark chuckled to himself as the doors closed, and when he looked to see where Peter was before the elevator moved, he saw the hero talking with Banner animatedly.

"JARVIS, tell Stephen I'm taking him out tonight for dinner. Also please get a reservation at that one Italian place."

"Of course, sir. Is there a reason why?"

Tony smiled. "Just celebrating love."

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