A/N: Oof, hey y'all! I just got a new laptop gifted to me (my broke soul is sobbing with joy), but I ran into some issues with the new Microsoft Word thing. I can't afford an Office 360 subscription (oof ouch unemployed), so right now I'm using the online version of Google Docs. Any writing apps/websites you guys use that are free/relatively cheap? Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated! :)

Anyways, I know it's not as long as some of my others, but I just felt like doing some mindless drabbles. Writer's block hit hard tonight! Many thanks for joining me again, and enjoy! :D

"When I said I wanted you to get a job, I didn't mean one at a fast-food chain."

Peter shrugged with a small smirk at his mentor. "What? They have good fries."
"They have good cheeseburgers. Their fries are disgusting." Tony pulled a face at the thought. "And anyways, why wouldn't you just get hired by me? You're around all the time anyways. You wouldn't even need an interview."
"Exactly." Peter said, waving a dismissive hand at him. His shift had just ended and he had called Happy about a possible ride home, but Tony showed up instead. Now they were sitting across from each other in a McDonald's booth, bickering lightly as they waited for the starstruck waitress to bring them their order. Tony had a feeling she was dragging it out on purpose, perhaps to spread the news to the rest of the ogling staff. Hence the secluded seating.

Peter was still talking. "-I'm with you all the time, and-"

"Choose your next words wisely, kid."
"-And I think getting a job somewhere else would be beneficial."
Tony laughed. "Beneficial? Kid, you're making minimum wage."
"Which is still more than I make with your 'internship.'" Peter joked.
"Excuse me? You get to work with the Avengers, kiddo. Most kids your age would lose an arm for that kind of setup."
"No, no, no," Peter said quickly, backpedaling with vigor. "I'm not trying to say I'm ungrateful or anything, it's just-"
"Your meal, sir?"

The waitress was back, this time with a tray packed with greasy food. (Peter's metabolism was something else.) Tony thanked her with his signature paparazzi smile and she skittered away, blushing profusely with only a mere glance at Peter.

"I know what you meant, Pete." Tony said as he unwrapped his burger with hungry eyes. "But McDonald's? You can do so much better than this with that brain of yours."
Peter's ears turned red as he flashed a sheepish grin. "Yeah, I know. But this could be a chance to...you know...be more normal for a change?"
"Mm-hmm."
Tony finished off his first burger with a slurp and started on his second, watching as Peter went off to get more ketchup. It took only a moment for it to become clear that Peter was lingering at the condiments station for much longer than necessary, getting napkins, more ice for his drink, and-was he organizing the ranch packets? Tony squinted, not sure whether to laugh or feel mildly concerned. After a minute, however, the reason for Peter's obvious stalling became clear.
A dark-skinned girl with unruly hair swept over one side had motioned him over at last, and Peter trotted to her table-for-one like an excited puppy. The two appeared to be having a conversation, with the girl motioning to the laptop and Peter nodding along. Gears were already spinning in Tony's brain by the time Peter left with a wave and bounded back to their table. He was grinning from ear to ear. Tony smiled coyly.

"So that's why you really wanted this job."
"What?" Peter asked, crinkling his eyebrows in a sad play at confusion.

"You know what," Tony replied, grinning wider. "She hangs out here a lot, doesn't she?"
"What, MJ? Nah, she's just a friend from school." Peter's ears were growing red again.
"Uh-huh. A few times a week, then? And what was with the condiments station-which is, I might add, located conveniently close to her table?" Peter was now blushing profusely. "I have no idea what you're talking about." he squeaked.

"Oh, really?" Tony raised one eyebrow. "Perhaps I should just...ask her myself? She seems to like you, after all."
"No! Not necessary," Peter exclaimed. "Not at all."
Tony laughed lightly. "Don't worry, I'm not that horrendous, Peter."
"Good."
"As long as I get another Big Mac."
Peter rolled his eyes with a bewildered grin. "Fine. I'll go order you another one." He stood to leave, but sat down and leaned over the table again. His voice was nearly a whisper. "Do you really think she likes me, though?" Tony smiled. "From what I saw here, you should probably just go and ask her out already."
Peter beamed and bounded off to the registers.

A/N: So, there you have it. If you can't tell, FFH has (spoiler?) gotten me obsessed with all those Spideychelle feels. I think a chapter 2 featuring MJ's perspective is in order, don't you? That conversation can't go unwritten! Thank you all so much for reading, and please take a minute to leave a review! Are you shipping these two idiots as hard as I am? Is the McDonald's trope to your satisfaction? Let me know! :)

Until next time, A.A.13