“Hey, Pete. What are you working on?” Tony asked as he hovered over Peter’s shoulder, who was sat at the table, his homework taking up at least two square inches.

“Just some Decathalon stuff we have to work on for the next meet.” He explained as he flipped over the next flashcard.

“The one on Saturday?”

“Yes, the one you’re dropping me off at. Not staying, not waiting outside of the venue of, the one you are dropping me off at. Got it?”

“I’m not gonna embarrass you, kid.”

“It’s the attention, not embarrassment. I don’t like people starring at me and asking me if I can get them your autograph. Which is why you’re dropping me off. Or, even better, have Happy dress up as a Uber driver.” That’s when Peter looked up, and saw Bruce and Thor starring at them. “Speaking of people starring…”

“Out, he’s studying.” Tony shooed them away, but when he turned around, Peter waved him off before becoming fully immersed in his work, so he followed them out of the room.

“Your child seems like a respectable young man.” Thor commented as Tony shut the door.

“Not my kid. I’m training him so he doesn’t get hurt.”

“And the Decathalon?” Bruce questioned.

“His Aunt is out of town, I’m keeping a eye on him so he doesn’t get killed.”

“Are you sure he’s not your child?”

“Peter is not my kid.” Tony insisted as he left the room, leaving Bruce and Thor to look at each other and Thor just smiled.

“The young child is just like Stark.”