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Peter sits in his room attempting to finish his homework. For the past ten minutes, he's been staring at a blank sheet of math work, unfinished from his class period earlier in the day. He was barely present for the rest of the day after the field trip had been announced. This was hitting dangerously close to home... literally. He's grateful as he hears a knock on his new room. When Peter had moved in a few months ago, Mr. Stark told him he could have it decorated however he wanted. "You could literally say you want to put a fully functioning Dunkin Donuts in here and I'd have it done," Peter remembers his dad saying. Having that much freedom almost made Peter freak out; he'd never had that extreme of control, so he settled on something simple. Granted, his room was about 20x20 feet, but he wanted it to feel cozy. He and Tony flew to the Lowe's on the outskirts of the city and got some navy blue and grey paint for the walls, then the IKEA, about 5 miles away, to get furniture; his bed, his guitar stand (their next stop was to get a guitar), his hanging chair, his shelves, his couch, and a nightstand. Tony never understood why Peter didn't want to hire someone to put his room together, but he helped him for the next two days to get everything in order. Over the past few months, Peter has also accumulated more than a few small decorations, like posters for his walls, some Star Wars action figures to display, Christmas lights to string above his bed...
"Come in, Dad." Peter sets his folder of homework down in front of him on his bed as Tony opens the door. Even after a few weeks of hearing it, the title of "Dad" coming from Peter makes Tony's heart swell.
He walks in with a slight smile on his face. "Hey, Underoos. Just wanted to ask, I got an email from your teacher saying you have a field trip coming up and you have a form for me to sign.”
Peter's stomach sinks to the floor. He lets out a nervous laugh and begins digging through his backpack in search of the slip. "Oh, right. That. Haha. For sure. I just— let me find it here—"
"Out with it, kid." Tony's brows furrow and he extends his arm for the paper.
Peter reluctantly hands it to his dad. "The field trip is to-"
Tony cuts him off as he reads the form. "The Stark Tower... damn, why does that sound familiar?" Tony says sarcastically. He takes a look at Peter's forlorn, worried face and softens. He sits on the end of his son's bed. "Sorry, Pete. I'm not in charge of planning this kind of thing. The event planners plan the event and tell me when to be there to take pictures. I didn't know it was your school." He tries to brighten the mood. "But, hey! This can still be fun! I know you might get bored since you've walked every floor of this building five times, but now you get to do it with your friends! Right?"
"Yeah, I guess. Although there's this one kid in my class, Flash; he's a really big fan of Spider-Man," Peter explains.
"And, remind me, is this the same Flash who calls you "Penis Parker"?"
Peter laughs again. "Yeah, that's him. It's ironic, sure, but I don't plan on letting him know any time soon. My point was, he's definitely going to ask where Spider-Man is. What are you gonna tell him?"
Tony crosses his arms and leans back onto the wall that Peter's bed is pushed against. "I don't know, probably that you're off overseas on a secret SHIELD mission. That's vague enough to not provoke any question, right?"
"Yeah, that should be good," he teases. "What's the highest level of security we're going to be let in to?" There are multiple levels of the Stark Tower that are used for different purposes.
The first level is just simple things; the reception area, the gift shop, the bathrooms, the small museum. You don't need any special badge or anything to get to those places.
Level two is for more "advanced" coolness. These are the places you can set up a special event in, like field trips. This is where the interns work, alongside Doctor Banner. It's really low-level projects (low-level in the sense that [probably] nothing will explode). This is also where the cafeteria and gym are.
The third is for offices. Only full-time employees or people with a higher level can access that.
The fourth level is mostly just storage for all of Mr. Stark's personal projects, finished or unfinished.
Finally, the fifth level; this is where all of the Avenger's live (except for Clint, but he visits quite often). This is also where the private training areas/gyms are.
Peter can access every floor in the building, and you better believe he's taken advantage of that.
"Probably two, like always," Tony figures.
"At least there's no chance anyone can break into my bedroom." Tony still senses some worry in Peter. He puts a hand on his shoulder and rubs it lovingly.
"Hey, bud, it's gonna be okay. You'll be here for a few hours, "meet" all the Avengers, eat lunch, and go back to school. There's no chance anything could go wrong." Peter looks up at him and flashes a small smile.
Tony has no idea how wrong he'll be.