It was a month now since Peter had joined with the Avengers. Sure he was still in training, the rookie, but he wasn't complaining that he was learning from the best. The only thing difficult about it was making up excuses to Aunt May about where he was spending his weekends. For weeks now there hadn't been any situations that need the attention of the team. So his time at Stark Tower mostly consisted of training and helping any way he could. Even being Clint's target practice dummy. He liked the little moments too. Tony helping him with his physics homework or scaring Steve with 21st century tech. He even got to witness Clint and Natasha going at it with large Nerf guns that soon escalated to the whole team joining in . Though it quickly ended when Bruce threaten everyone before he busted a nerve. Fury was around a lot more according to Tony and Peter guessed that it had to do with him being the new addition. It seemed that he was spending more time fooling around with everyone then focusing on training. Buuut there were no regrets.

First week into his summer vacation and Peter was already bored. He wanted to spend some time with Harry and Mary Jane but his aunt May wanted him to help her with painting the bathroom. The wallpaper was falling apart and turning yellow so she just decided to paint it white. Being stuck inside a small room, 95 degrees weather and the smell of fresh paint. But this was aunt May and Peter never said no to her. He put on some shorts and a baggy shirt he never liked and got to it. Aunt May brought the small living room fan in the room for Peter and a large glass of cold water. He was still sweating bullets but thankful.

After painting half the bathroom he decided to take a break. Covered in paint and sweat he would give anything to give dive into a pool. He sighed, taking a sip of cold water and looking at his 'so-so' job. He set the glass down, suddenly picking up on mumbled voices from behind the door. Peter opened the bathroom door and peaked out. Peter could see Aunt May in the kitchen, a big smile on her face as she talked excitedly with a tall man-

"Tony?"

Tony Stark was in his kitchen and was talking to his aunt.

Tony turned around, "Heeeey, kiddo, just stopping by to see what's up" he said with a half smile.

"Peter, you never told me you knew Mr. Stark!" Aunt May said as Peter walked towards them.

"Oh yeah, he's been helping me with the lab and stuff. Mostly cleaning" Peter gave Tony a small 'what the hell' look before giving his aunt a smile and nod.

"Well make yourself at home, Mr. Stark-"

"Please, call me Tony"

Aunt May looked like she was going to burst with excitement which only made Peter laugh. She went in the fridge and pulled out the lemonade she made this morning, muttering happily of how a billionarie was sitting in her little home. Tony took a seat at the dining room table, Peter tagging along, and stared at his mentor with a raised brow.

"What?" Tony asked

"What are you doing here?" Peter asked

"Just checking up on ya" Tony replied, "I can't visit my favorite pupil?"

"That's not all right"

"Okay, yeah, I sort of pissed off Steve and Tasha"

"What did you do?" Peter asked trying to hid his snickering.

"Nothing...but it does involve patriotic colors and undergarments.."

Peter let out a chuckle as did Tony. Aunt May came into the dining room and brought Tony and Peter two glasses of lemonade.

"Oh thank you" Tony quickly gulped down the glass then sighed in relief, "That was good"

"You're welcome" Aunt May piped and left the room to the boys.

"She's really nice" Tony said once she was out of ear shot, "Did she make this? I can barely make Crystal Light...and that's just powered and water"

"I don't know what I'd do without her" Peter said.

"What are you doing indoors, kid? Pajamas too hot in this sort of weather?"

"For the last time they aren't pajamas, Tony" Peter correctly, "I'm painting the bathroom"

"Sounds pleasant" Tony crinkled his nose that reminded Peter of a rabbit then took another drink of the lemonade.

"I should get back to it actually"

"I'll help then" Tony said.

"Wow you're in that much trouble?"

Tony glared at the boy, "What? You think a billionaire genius never knew how to paint a damn wall?"

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In fact that's exactly what Peter would have guessed it.

Tony had sacrificed his expensive shirt and pants to help Peter- or somewhat assist. Tony had no idea what he was doing. Peter wondered if the man ever painted a wall in his life.

"You know the body work on my armor, that was all me"

"Then why does the wall look like a tie-tack-toe board?"

"Shut it, Peter"

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By the time they were finished it was nearly 8pm. Peter was exhausted and just wanted to take a shower and go to bed at this point. Tony, however, was still wide awake.

"We should go for ice cream" Tony suggested

"What? It's 8 o clock, all the shops would be closing" Peter retorted, though he had to admit ice cream did sound nice.

"C'mon I know just the place" Tony hopped up from the ground now eager to get going. Peter noticed that he didn't have one speck of paint on his clothing while Peter looked like he bathed in it. Peter groaned but followed. Tony put his arm around Peter's shoulders, "Don't worry well stay in the car" Tony noted as he tried to scratch some of the paint from Peter's shirt. Peter just rolled his eyes.

The drive to Baskin Robins felt like an hour long drive even after passing up a perfectly good Diary Queen and McDonalds. Tony trapped him in his expensive Jaguar in the passenger side, listening to his rambling about random things. Peter was so tired he didn't bother engaging and just listened.

"You still awake?" Tony asked the youth. Peter lifted his head from the comfortable head rest and nodded.

"You know you have training tomorrow?"

"What!" Peter said a little too loud, "What time?"

"6 or maybe 7"

"Then I should go to bed now, Fury never goes easy on me" Peter growled, "Or maybe I'll just be the Hawk's target practice"

Tony laughed and Peter couldn't help but chuckle at that. Of course they knew it to be true. Barton loved using the kid as target practice.

They finally reached BR to find it completely bare but the lights still on. Peter was actually surprised. Tony drove up to the window, knocking on the glass to gain the attention of a man. The young looking man turned, walked over to the window and opened them.

"Tony!" the man greeted with a large smile, he extended his hand which Tony quickly too.

"What's up, Ben" Tony said, "How's business?"

"Slow at nights as you can see but no shortage of surprises" the man named Ben replied, he shifted his head to catch the sigh of Peter who quickly averted his eyes to Tony.

"That your kid or something?" Ben asked

Tony looked at Peter and then back at Ben then laughed, "Ben this is Peter, Peter this is Ben"

Peter uttered a small, "Hi" and a wave and Ben did the same.

"So the usual tonight?"

"You got it" Tony said, "What you want, Pete?"

"Uh...just a chocolate cone..."

Tony looked at Peter with a glare, "Boring"

"Give the kid a fudge strawberry swirl, extra colorful sprinkles and fudge"

Peter watched Ben give a thumbs up before disappearing behind the window. What Tony had ordered for him sounded insanely good but a little too much. He didn't complain, his stomach was actually starving for it now. Ben came back with medium sized cups, one with Peter's fudge littered treat and the other had cookie pieces and cherries on top of it.

"Thanks, Ben, you are the best" Tony took both and handed them to Peter who quickly took them. Tony reached into his jean pocket and handed Ben 6 one hundred dollar bills.

"Pleasure, my man, stay safe and nice meeting you Peter"

Peter waved a goodbye before Tony drove out of the lot and into the busy night streets once again. Peter handed Tony, at least what he guessed, his ice cream while he held on to his.

"Thank you" Peter said, "For this...I can't remember the last time I had ice cream"

"That is a sad existence" Tony said as he opened the lid to his ice cream, he used his right knee to steady the stirring wheel while he had both of his hands on the cup.

Peter was enjoying his ice cream, a little too much chocolate but it was extremely rich and good. Tony was more into the cherries then the actual treat, even chewing on the cherry stems for extra measure. The man was a kid, Peter noted. Watching him carefully pick at the cookie pieces and trying to catch them in his mouth as he tossed them. Peter got Tony to park at a fancy restaurant lot to avoid colliding with anything while Tony was trying to entertain Peter with his silly antics. Peter was half way done with his ice cream when he finally started to get too tired to even continue.

"How'd you like it?" Tony asked

"It was great, I never had anything like that before"

"Of course you hadn't I was the one who created that-"

"You created this ice cream? Really? What's it called, Tony's fudge swirly delight?"

"Please, I didn't add my name to that one. I bought that place little over a year ago"

Peter's eyes widen, "You bought Baskin Robins?"

"Uh yeeeaaah" Tony said as he stuffed a large scoop into his mouth.

"Are you going to change the name to Baskin Tony's?"

Tony nearly choked on his mouthful which made Peter snicker. Once Tony swallowed he replied, "Smart ass"

Peter leaned back into the head rest and closed his eyes, enjoying the fact that his stomach was full and in comfortable cushion.

"Next time we're getting the Jack Banana Chill, it has tons of banana's in it but they're smashed into van-"

Tony glanced to Peter who was now dead asleep. Tony put his ice cream into the cup holder, taking Peter's so that it didn't spill but then noticing a large amount of chocolate still inside.

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Bruce was asleep inside the lab. His head resting on the cold counter near the computer screens and piles of random data sheets. Through the silence a ringing sounded through one of the monitors with Tony's name blinking for attention. Bruce turned his head the other direction, moving his arm to rest on it for comfort but still didn't wake from the call.

Suddenly, the screen turned blank and a picture popped up onto the large screen. The different change of lighting finally caught Bruce's attention. He opened his eyes and blinked trying to adjust to the new lighting through tired eyes.

"What the-" Bruce looked around till his eyes finally settled on the monitor with the new image. It was a picture of Tony with a large comical surprised face and Peter who was asleep opposite him. On closed inspection Bruce could see a sloppy chocolate stained mustache on Peter's upper lip as well as large chocolate eyebrows to complete the match. Bruce snickered, staring at the image only made it funnier.

"Poor Peter" Bruce muttered then turned off the monitor before going back to sleep.