AU where Peter's the caddy in the golf course Howard loves to visit and take Tony to. The Stark heir absolutely hates the place, abhors the arrogant assholes with haughty attitudes and envy rolling off of them. And yet. Twice now he's asked whoever it is that's driving him after an all nighter in a frat boy's mansion to drop Tony off at the place in the early morning hours. Sure, it's nice to throw up in the 18th hole, knowing it'll disgust his father when he plays at 8am, but that's not the main reason he'll stumble around the little green hills. Oh no, the main reason is Peter. Sassy, joyous, intelligent, beautiful, kind and completely down to knock him off his high horse or call out Tony's bullshit.
So what if he's developed a crush, it's not like anyone else could resist Parker when he brings blankets, gatorades and crackers to relieve the pounding migraine and sore throat that's killing him.
But listen, listen, he didn't do it on purpose. He wasn't planning on this whole predicament. Tony saw an ad for yet another Stark product, got a little angry and decided to speed up. And then the light changed and two pit bulls lunged into the street, body attached to twin leashes nearly flying.
He slams the brakes, stumbles out and the universe must really fucking hate the Starks because here's Peter, crouched on the street, blinking up at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.
Tony distantly realizes Peter's more worried about their current position, him towering over the younger teen even more than usual, than the fact Tony nearly killed him. It's a distant thought because the dogs take one look at him and pounce.
