Fair warning: I listen to music while I write and it heavily affects my mood so if the style of writing randomly changes in tbe middle of a sentence, that's why.

Tony and Peter live in a small townhouse near Peter's school, but they spend most brakes and weekends at the Tower.

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Tony groaned as he looked around his messy room. In search of the perfect outfit, he had thrown every article of clothing he owned on the floor.

"Dad?" Peter asked, knocking. "Everything okay?"

Tony looked at Peter. "No! I'm 90% sure I just got asked on a date by this really cute guy I met this morning and I have nothing to wear!"

Peter laughed. "Just wear your blue skinny jeans, maybe that nice red shirt, those white Vans, and... that fuzzy brown pilot jacket you like."

Tony opened his mouth to speak, but closed it without any sound as he looked at his clothes strewn about and found what Peter had suggested.

"You're welcome~" Peter teased, exiting Tony's room.

Tony rolled his eyes, holding up the res shirt Peter had suggested. "Thanks, bambino."

Quickly changing out of his sweats, Tony pulled on his jeans, shirt, and shoes.

He looked at his outfit in the mirror and grinned, just as FRIDAY reminded him that it was 11:45 am.

Pulling out his phone, he found Stephen's number and quickly typed his address, a blush on his cheeks.

Stephen responded within a few seconds saying that he was almost there.

Tony felt a sudden wave of giddiness and he jumped up, grabbing his coat, phone, and wallet, then ran to the living room, a large smile on his face.

(Royals by Lorde)

Peter, now 17, giggled at his dad's face. "you look like a little kid!"

Tony grinned. "Need I remind you of you and MJs first date?"

Peter's face flushed as soon as the doorbell rang.

Tony sprang from the couch, butterflies in his stomach as he opened the door to reveal Stephen, dressed in black jeans, a white shirt, and a black leather jacket.

"Hey." Stephen spoke in his deep voice.

Quick A/N: I'm listening to For Good from Wicked and the feeeelss..
Closing night of Descendants, our dance and vocal instructors sang it together. It was their last play with us and by the end, everyone was sobbing. I miss them- Channing and Cailin are amazing directors and incredible people. Love them

"H-hi." Tony stuttered out. Gosh why did he sound like that-

Stephen stuck his hands into his pockets. "You ready to go?"

Tony nodded dumbly, turning to look at Peter. "Behave yourself, bambino. Love ya"

"Don't worry, have fun on your date~" Peter wiggled his eyebrows and Tony stuck out his tounge, closing the door and letting Stephen lead him to a sleek car.

Stephen opened the door for Tony then walked around the car and climbed into the drivers seat.

Closing the doors, Stephen turned on the car and turned to Tony.

"A date, hmm?" He asked.

Tony's cheeks darkened. "Uh, no?" He squeaked. "I mean, two people, together, going to a restaurant- but-but itsnotadateipromise..?"

Stephen chuckled and the butterflies in his stomach exploded. "It can be a date if you want it to." Stephen shrugged, pulling up to an intersection and waiting for the light to turn.

"I- uh-"

"But, of course, it doesn't have to be that if you don't want it-"

Tony grinned. "I'd like it. Date?"

Stephen visibly relaxed, allowing home a smile. "Yeah, it's a date."