Hey y'all! So this is from the contest I held earlier this month, and this fanfic is for @spiderson-peter :D I really hope you enjoy this!
Prompt: Umm I love the “Peter goes on a field trip to SI and proves his internship” trope so if u could write one of them in around 1000-1500 words that would be great!!! I don’t mind what happens or how it happens but they are my fav sooo yeah thx a lot!!!!
Peter Parker was on his way to the Stark Industries. It wasn’t his first time, but the jitters wouldn’t die down, no matter how hard he tried. He was packing his backpack, and thoughts of seeing Mr. Stark again ran through his mind in flashes.
There wouldn’t be any reporters this time, he hoped. Happy would probably be delighted to see him back. And maybe, just maybe, he could get Mr. Stark to sign his Iron Man collectible— the one that was in mint condition.
“Peter! Hey, how’s yo- where did you get that collectible from, dude? That’s sick! Are you gonna get him to sign it?” Ned interrupted, watching Peter hastily dump the collectible into his backpack to avoid further interrogation. Ned chuckled at the sight of a flustered Peter, and clapped him on his back approvingly. “I was just kidding, dude. Let’s get going, eh? I guess Mr. Stark’s getting antsy about meeting his favourite Avenger.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Ned.”
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The area was enormous. In fact, saying that it was enormous would actually be an understatement. Peter wondered if the place had a Google maps of its own, or at least a tour guide. He ran his sweaty fingers through his brown locks, hoping that he wouldn’t come across as a weird fanboy when Mr. Stark took over.
The students met Happy at the entrance and needless to say, Peter’s face lit up at the sight of a familiar face. Dressed sharply in a suit, Happy greeted the group with a warm smile, his eyes twinkling as soon as he recognised Peter Parker. The kid had to be protected at all costs, and his eyes darted towards the note he held in his hands. Stark better have something good planned, Happy thought.
He showed them around the widespread campus and entertained a myriad of questions from the hopeful individuals. Happy introduced the group to the major infrastructural regions, and while the rest of the students stared in awe at the magnificence of the Stark Industries, he winked at Peter, and cheekily handed him a note.
“Is that for me?” Peter asked, grasping the folded paper firmly between his fingers. Happy nodded assertively, and continued to lead the group towards an array of facilities on the campus.
Meet me in my office as soon as Happy hands this to you. It will be impossible for me to come down there, but I have to discuss something important with you.
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Peter knocked apprehensively on the flawless wooden door, and jumped back in surprise when it opened immediately.
He grinned at the sight of a posh Tony Stark, and replied, his voice suddenly cracking, “Hey Mr. Sta-”
“Kid! It’s so good to see you again, and yes, this is going to be quick because I have to run to meetings after this”, Tony said, and turned around to show him the one thing that he had spent months creating. He drew the velvet curtains, because he’s definitely extra, and revealed the finished prototype.
“Kid, is it fine? Does it fulfill everything you asked for? It’s taken me time, but it’s everything I could have possibly added.”
“Mr. Stark, I love it! It’s so cool, and what’s even more amazing is that you and I have matching suits now!”
Peter ran his fingers over the breathable material, unable to take his eyes away from the updated suit that Mr. Stark had designed. Tony failed to suppress his smile at Peter’s words. “But Mr. Stark? What about your suit? Did you update that too? You know, after everything that happened. I don’t wanna lose you, especially after that stunt in New York and-”
Peter turned around quickly to see Tony on the ground, clutching the edge of the wooden table for dear life. He remembered his words, and gasped. “Mr. Stark, I am so sorry, I didn’t realize I said it. Please, just, take a deep breath. I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark, I swear I didn’t mean it, please just let me make it up to you-”
Tony simply nodded, trying to breathe deeper and at a slower rate. The kid did not realize it, and it’s not his fault. He was just concerned. But nevertheless, he mentioned it. Yeah, but he wanted to take care of you, Tony.
Peter put his arm around Mr. Stark helped him sit up straight, whispering, “I just wanted you to be okay, dad.” Tony looked at the Spiderling with a curious but glassy gaze. Had he really called him dad? Was he hallucinating this?
The phone rang. Tony’s gaze drifted over to the telephone, fully aware of the fact that he was in no condition to answer it. Peter looked at Mr. Stark decisively, and picked up the phone.
“Hello? No, this is Peter. Peter Parker. I’m afraid he’s a bit occupied at the moment. Mr. Stark will be there in some time. You can have the documents sent to his office.”
Peter rang up Happy and told him about what he had accidentally done, all without mentioning ‘New York’. Happy directed him through the procedures and the steps he should take, and Peter complied without cross questioning him.
A smile tugged at the ends of Tony’s lips as he observed the Peter corresponding to something he wasnt trained for previously. It was clear to him that Peter would make a fantastic addition to Stark Industries, and that he truly deserved to be here.
After all that Peter had been through and had put up, he did not only deserve the internship, but also the title of being an Avenger.
Tony gave in and smiled, putting an arm around Peter and hugging him gently. “Thanks ki- son.” A flustered but content Peter grinned from ear to ear, not wanting to let go of this moment.
Tony saw the silhouette of someone behind Peter and reacted immediately by putting his arm in front of the Spiderling in order to protect him. He leaned forward to see who it was and muttered quite softly, “Kid? What are you doing here?”
Peter turned his head around, contorting his face as he looked at her. “MJ?”
MJ crossed her legs to sit more comfortably and chuckled, the tip of her tongue slightly sticking out of her mouth— a sign of intense focus. Her hand movement was fluid as the pencil moved smoothly across the purposeful curves. She looked up and gave the pair a compassionate thumbs up.
“Hey guys. Sorry, I just like drawing people in crisis.”
//I really hope you liked it, and remember to send me prompts in my inbox if you liked this one! :D ❤
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