The First Time: Bruce

After 8 ½ excruciating hours, the dismissal bell finally rang. Peter, like usual, bolted out of the school's front doors, almost tripping down the stairs on his way out. He threw open the door and slid into the passenger seat, completely out of breath.

"C'mon Happy! We gotta go!" Peter practically yelled at the driver.

"Woah kid, you have to slow down and stop doing that. Last time, I thought you were being chased by an evil goon or something." Happy complained to him.

"Sorry…" He smiled sheepishly. "Mr. Stark told me he had a new idea for how to make my web shooters fit more fluid, while still reaching maximum launch. I am super excited about it, especially because I also may have exploded the fluid that I was making in the chemistry lab last week, so I haven't been able to patrol the last couple of days."

Happy rolled his eyes and didn't even bother to reply. After a few minutes, Peter broke the silence by asking, "Aren't all goons evil?"

Happy gave him an incredulous look, replying, "what?"

"You know… you said last time I politely asked you to leave the parking lot," Happy snorted and Peter grinned, "you said you thought I was being chased by an evil goon, so I was wondering, aren't all goon's evil?" Happy replied with an exasperated sigh and didn't even bother to respond.

After about an hour, they finally arrived at the compound. Peter practically sprinted inside, and Happy smiled, following him.

Peter bounced up and down, the entire elevator ride down to the labs. Tony had just finished his last weld on a boot to a new Iron Man suit, right as Peter burst through the doors.

Realizing he had just caused a huge commotion, Peter blushed profusely and attempted to lean on the door frame nonchalantly. "Uh, hey Mr. Stark. What's up?"

Tony grinned and asked him, "excited to work on the new formula and shooters."

Peter beamed as he replied, "so ready!" and took a seat next to him.

They worked for a couple of hours finally close to perfecting it, when an audible grumble was heard.

"You hungry, kid?" Tony smirked.

"Sorry." Peter responded, sheepishly.

"It's no problem. FRIDAY, remind me to tell Happy to pick the kid up a sandwich or something on the way over next time?" Tony asked his AI, talking to the ceiling.

"It's not a big deal Mr. Stark, I can just-." He was cut off by Tony shaking his head and refusing to let Peter finish.

"Anyway, that won't help us now, so why don't you head upstairs and grab something from the fridge. I know last time you were here you said you liked Pepsi better than Coke for some odd reason, so there are a couple cans of that too, if you want one." The billionaire threw out casually.

Peter gave a huge grin and replied, "thanks!" before sprinting up the stairs.

Not even two seconds after he left, Bruce wandered in. "So, who was that? Did all your playboy years finally catch up to you, you find out you knocked a girl up, and fifteen years later he shows up?" Bruce asked teasingly.

"Nah, he's just… an intern." Tony denies, obviously unable to reveal his identity as the arachnid vigilante.

"Oh, really? You spend one-on-one lab time with an intern, something you won't even do with some of your highest employees, you have him picked up from school, and stock your fridge with his favorite snacks?"

Then Peter returns carrying a plate with about ten different kinds of chips and a Pepsi. "Ready to finish up? May will be worried if I'm not home in two hours or so." He turns around to put the food on the table, and Tony turns back to Bruce.

"Just an intern." He finished, smiling.