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"Uhh, Mr.Stark?"
"Mhmm?"
"Um, I did the instructions you gave me but, uhh, it's not working."
"Have you tried turning it on?"
"Of course I have!- oh wait," click, "yeah okay, that worked, sorry."
Tony breathed out a little laugh at the sheepish boy, and looked at the time, "yeah, don't be buddy, we've been working for six hours and half," wow. How time flies by.
They were working on the armour and somehow Tony ended up programming some sort of protocol into Friday and the kid was testing something with his web shooters.
He stood up and stretched, "we'd better take a break now before that brain of yours turns completely into mush," a pause, "or you know...before pepper kills me."
He exceeded his maximum coffee cups count for the day (he lost count after his 6th cup), so he REALLY didn't need to provoke this woman even more by living in the lab.
Besides Pepper always told him to take more rest when Peter is with him, because no matter how smart he is, he still needs rest from time to time, which is true, he can't argue with that. Not because Peter is capable to stay longer doesn't mean he should.
Peter was about to argue (as always) but then he looked back at the equation sitting at his table and stared for two seconds before deciding, "yeah, okay, I think I'm gonna faint if I look at this equation any longer anyway."
The older man chuckled lightly, "Well then come on, let's get a little snack."
"Yeah, sounds great!"
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Peter ended up with some leftovers from today's dinner, and Tony got himself some coffee (Pepper is really gonna kill him) and some cookies.
The cookies that Peter made. Which were seriously amazing by the way.
That kid was seriously an amazing baker. He wanted to ask how he learned that earlier, but it completely slipped his mind with the comfortable atmosphere.
It wouldn't hurt to ask right?
He looked to find that the kid finished his plate, so he took this as his que to strike the conversation.
"So those cookies," he started, "didn't know you could bake that good."
Peter looked confused for a second before the realization hit,"Oh! That! Well, Uhh, it's just something I do for fun," he started rubbing his hand. Something Tony noticed the kid does when he is nervous. Tony was about to say something, but Peter's eye suddenly widened as if he realized something.
"Oh! I probably should've asked for permission before doing it right? I am really sorry! you guys were in a meeting, and I know you guys could get some fancy pastries in a minute butIWasBoredAnd-"
"Woah woah, slow down, kid," Tony decided to put the kid out of his misery, and cut him off.
The kid had the power to ramble nonsense and somehow blame himself for literally nothing. Tony is sure the kid could blame himself for the corruption of the ozone layer if you let him.
"Kid if I didn't want you near the kitchen, FRIDAY won't let you in, I mean, Hello, it's me you're talking with," Peter smiled sheepishly at that and Tony let out a fond sigh, "actually, I think they're great, haven't tasted cookies that good in a while" because it's true. They are really great. "Where did you learn that from?"
Peter smiled sadly and said, "Well, I used to bake with my uncle" Oh. Oh god. Tony should've kept his mouth shut, "kid, I am sorry, I didn't know"
The kid suddenly barked a laugh, "it okay Mr.Stark! Really!" He took a moment to get his breath, "actually I've stopped for a while after….IT happened, but I got back to it sometime ago"
"Well, your uncle must've been a great cook"
"Yeah, he was, but he wasn't so much at baking," Peter said with a hint of amusement.
That confused Tony a little bit. So, the kid's uncle didn't teach him? Tony's confusion must've been visible because Peter chuckled, "I used to do whatever 'safe' experiments were out there, but when there was nothing to do, I got a little….creative." the kid explained.
"Creative as in….?" Tony said, amusement clear in his tone.
"Creative as in, take the remote pieces apart and hide them across the apartment when I am bored"
Tony let out a surprised laugh. God he can't imagine a tired May and Ben looking around the apartment for the freaking remote parts, "well, that must've been something."
"Yeah, it was," he chuckled a little, "I guess they wanted something to keep me busy, so one day, uncle Ben asked if I wanted to make a cake and I agreed"
"It was kind of satisfying, like, one moment you have this gooey stuff, but you put it in the oven and then, BAM, cake." The kid made some hand exploding hand gestures, which was incredibly amusing.
"Well, that's one way to put it," Tony said with a chuckle.
"Exactly! But I wanted to know how it happens, so I read somewhere that baking is like chemistry, like how certain ingredients make certain flavors, and how much you should put, and yeah, I was interested, but….I stopped because ...."
"Well, I am glad I got to taste your stuff, 'cause it is heavenly," Tony said in an attempt to lift the mood back.
Thankfully it seemed to work, because the kid let out a small giggle, "Well, it wasn't like that in the first few attempts, I think the ingredients ended up on me or the floor the first few times."
"Yeah I could only imagine," Tony said with a smirk.
The kid giggled, but he suddenly looked up in alarm. Tony was about to ask what's wrong before the kid said, "I think you might wanna hide"
The older man was confused for a second before he heard the sound of heels and then-
"TONY STARK, I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T QUIT IT WITH THE COFFEE"
The kid let out a laugh, while Tony paled visibly.
Yep he was screwed.