Friday's were special. Fridays meant Peter was coming. Fridays meant Tony could take a second and breath, a moment to calm down from the stress of the week. Tony loved Fridays, and now that it was 10am on a Friday, Tony finally took that fresh, stress free, breath of air.

If you were to ask Peter Parker where he'd be on a Friday afternoon or night, it wouldn't be with friends or at a party, it would be in Tony Starks lab or on Tony Starks couch watching movies and eating too much pizza. Fridays to Peter meant time to spend with the closest thing he's ever had to a father. Fridays meant a splash of normalcy. Fridays were very important to Peter, and now that it was 10am on a Friday, Peter had a smile on his face and a wish for the next 4 classes to fly by.

(Time skip)

Peter slammed his locker and passively laughed at a joke Ned has said. He was too full of excitement, Happy had just texted him that he left the tower and was on his way.

"So, you're going over right? Are you guys going to work on the suit? What about a stealth mode? Oh, or an invisible mode?" Ned said with a huge smile on his face.

"Ned stop, were probably working on his armor today. We spent all last weekend trying to fix my web shooters from that robbery last week. My suits off limits." Peter said and swung his backpack onto his shoulder.

"I am going to pretend you didn't just passively say work on his armor. Do you know how awesome you sound right now? Man, I wish I had your life." Ned said.

Peter raised his eyebrows and looked over at Ned, "Really? You want the 3 cracked ribs and at least once a month concussion I get?"

"Once a month? You said your last one was over summer." A voice said from behind them.

Peter turned, and the color drained out of his face as he caught Happy's disapproving eyes appear from behind his sunglasses.

"Happy please do not tell Mr. Stark. I am begging you." Peter pleaded and elbowed Ned in the side when he started laughing.

"I won't tell Boss anything if you get your butt in that car in less than 20 seconds."

And with that Peter left Ned to stare at Happy.

"Do you have a suit too that no one knows about? Because if you do I totally get it and I totally won't tell anyone, but can you tell me everything about it? Wait does Peter know you have a suit? Probably, sometimes I think…"

Happy turned and left the kid to ramble to no one but himself.

"Did Mr. Stark say what we were doing today? Am I staying for the weekend? Which is totally cool by the way, Aunt May knows about the whole internship thing so if I have to stay for a mission I get it, I can text her. Wait can you text her? Do you even have her number?" Peter said as Happy slid into the driver's seat.

"Jesus kid you're almost as bad as your friend. Don't high schoolers have an off button somewhere?" Happy said annoyed.

"You're just jealous you're not young anymore." Peter smirked and looked out the window.

Happy hummed, "Boss has plans for this weekend."

Peter said nothing but internally sagged, maybe that means he'll be gone…at least I can get into the lab, he probably has more important things to do anyway…

The two sat in silence for the rest of the trip to the Tower.

Fridays voice greeted them as Happy pulled into the basement level where Tony kept all of his cars. Peter always complained that he was picked up in SUV's or regular cars when Tony had some of the coolest cars known stocked in this garage.

"Good Afternoon Mr. Hogan and Mr. Parker. Boss is upstairs in the common area." Friday said.

"Fridge is stocked, remember to eat please. Pepper is out of town for the weekend and I am heading south to see family. So, make sure Boss doesn't forget to feed you and make sure he eats as well. Have a good weekend kid." Happy said and drove out of the tunnel and into the city.

Peter walked up to the elevator, "Take me to Mr. Stark please Friday."

"Certainly, Mr. Parker." She answered.

"And please stop calling me that, it's just Peter." Peter sighed

"Ok, just Peter. Arriving in 40 seconds."

The doors opened, and Peter immediately smelled burnt food.

"I told you Mr. Stark, stop trying to make food without me or Pepper here." Peter laughed and entered the kitchen.

Expect it wasn't Tony Stark in the kitchen, it was Steve Rogers. As in Captain America Steve Rogers. Better known as the guy who was supposed to be in hiding, or better known as the guy who slammed his shield into a person Peter considered family.

Steve Rogers was in the kitchen and Tony Stark was nowhere to be found.

"Uh." Peter said dumbfounded.

"Well, hello. Umm and you are?" Steve asked.

"Uh." Peter repeated.

"Are you even allowed up here, Friday who is this? Does Tony know about this?" Steve asked.

Peter shook his head, "Don't call him that."

"What?" Steve asked.

"Don't call him that." Peter repeated.

"Look, son lets take a step back here." Steve said.

"Don't call me son and I don't need to take a step back. What are you doing here?" Peter spat out.

"I live here?" Steve said scrunching his eyebrows.

"There is no way Tony would have allowed you to just walk back into his life after everything you did, no one deserves a second chance after something like that." Peter said, he was clenching his fists so hard his palms hurt from his nails cutting into them.

"I don't know what you think you know, but you need to leave. I know for sure a kid like you isn't allowed to be up here." Steve said and crossed his arms.

"I am the only person who should be allowed up here. After you destroyed Tony I was the one there to put him back together, so I don't know what you think youre doing here. Tony doesn't want you here. He may say hes okay with whatever is going on but I think you and I both know when you scar someone that badly, they don't just bounce back right away." Peter said.

Steve said nothing and stared at the kid, put Tony back together? Who is this kid? He thought.

His thought cycle was cut off by none other than Tony Stark walking into the room. His head was bowed down typing something on his phone.

"Hey kid, Friday said you were here. I was thinking pizza and a movie? I will even let you get that gross pineapple you like so much. You won't believe the week I've had. Also, congrats on your calculus test, I saw the score on your report card…" Tony trailed off and looked up from his phone.

His eyes locked on Steve's, then on Peters.

"Well shit."