Peter shuffled over to Tony nervously, rubbing his elbow and chewing his lip, eyes darting up to Tony, who was pulling on his suit, hair recently gelled and combed for whatever he was doing that day. 

"What is it kid? Pep's gonna kill me if I'm late again." 

"I was uh, wondering if I could borrow a little money for christmas shopping? Mum won't let me use my pocket money, he said I should use it on things for myself." 

Tony walked over to where his wallet lay and rummaged through it, pulling out five hundred dollar notes and holding them out for Peter to take. 

"Uh... dad..." Peter said, shocked at the large amount Tony was offering him. 

Realisation dawned across Tony's face, and he started rummaging in his wallet again. 

"Right, of course, a thousand dollars would be much better, wouldn't it?"

"Dad-"

"How bout ten thousand, while we're at it, maybe you can treat yourself to something cool then." 

"Dad!" Peter interupted, pink faced. "I only need, like, fifty dollars at the most. I'm not buying people like, cars or- or I dunno! What do you even buy with ten thousand?!"

"Actually if you look hard enough there are a couple good private jets." Tony said, pulling Peter's wallet from his pocket and stuffing the thousand dollars in. 

"Dad- I don't need-"

"No take backs. You can keep whatever change you make, get yourself some lunch, I can tell you're hungry." 

"How did you-"

"Your hand lingers near your stomach when you're hungry, I dunno if you've noticed. What time do you need to be there?"

"Um, I-I'm meeting MJ and Ned around 12-"

"Great, I can drive you." Tony glanced at his watch and tucked his wallet into his pocket, tucking Peter's wallet into Peter's pocket before leading the way out of the room, swinging his car keys on his finger. 

"But- don't you need to be at a super important meeting somewhere that you said Pepper would kill you if you turned up late-"

"You can be at my funeral then. Make sure only the people I liked are invited, no sniffy government people or rude business men." 

Peter gave him a wide eyed look, jogging into the elevator after him, the bag he was bringing shopping with him swung onto his shoulder. 

Tony glanced at him and noticed the look, softening slightly. 

"Relax kid, it's no biggie. Sure, Pep's gonna be mad, but she'll get over it the moment I tell her I was helping you out." He wrapped a hand around Peter's shoulders and squeezed his shoulder good naturedly.

"But- can't Happy just drive me?"

"What, you don't want your old man to drive you? Am I that embarrassing?"

Peter flushed pink. "I- no- I didn't mean-"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding, I'm teasing, sorry." Tony laughed slightly, and wrapped Peter in a hug, which the boy immediately melted into. "If I'm being honest, I'm just using this as an excuse to try to get out of the meeting. It's going to be super boring." 

Peter laughed slightly. "And you tell me off for procrastinating." 

Tony smirked, the elevator doors opening and the two of them heading into the garage. Tony chose one of his fanciest, most expensive cars and the two of them slipped into the front seats, Tony revving the engine and driving towards the exit, which opened with the click of a button. 

The car was almost silent against the road, a low purr emitting from the engine, and Peter going through the spotify playlists, deciding on what music they were going to listen to for the trip. 

He chose his personal playlist, filled with all his favourite songs, mostly a mixture of pop songs, the popular rap songs, a bit of Queen, and the periodic table song. There was also a couple of musical songs, and some ABBA (he had found it hilarious that Tony knew the words to almost all of them, including dancing queen.) 

Umbrella, by Rihanna, was one of the first songs to come on. Peter mouthed all the words to it, but didn't sing- he would rather save the embarrassment of that for never. He also bopped his head, tapping his feet against the bottom of the car. 

Tony glanced at him, turning sharply, and smirked. 

"You like this song kiddo?" 

Peter nodded, fingers tapping against the car door. 

After Umbrella was Mamma Mia, which Tony started mouthing subconsciously, bopping his head slightly. 

Peter smirked, glancing at Tony. "You like this song?" He asked. 

Tony just rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless. After Mamma Mia, came Love on Top by Beyoncé, AKA the song that the dudes were mouthing in a vine that Peter absolutely loved. 

Tony, having spent so much time with Peter, also knew this, the two of them immediately reenacting the vine-throwing their heads forward and mouthing the words of the chorus, each time with more thrust. 

It was one of Tony's many regrets, because of course it ended up on the internet ('how could I not dad?') and of course it went viral. So now he had random teens quoting vines to him whenever they saw him, and of course he had no idea what they were talking about. 

-

'It is wednesday my dudes.'

'Right, right of course...'

-

'This b*tch empty! Yeet!'

'Ow- what the f*ck- why'd you just throw a can at me?!'

-

'Hi I'm Jared I'm nineteen and I never f*cking learned how to read.'

"Do you want me to pay for an education or a tutor or something? What the hell is going on-'

-

The car came to a stop outside the shopping centre and Peter clambered out, pausing before he closed the door. 

"Thanks so much dad, I'll pay you back-"

"Don't worry about it kid. Make sure you get some food, text me or whoever when you want to go home." 

Peter grinned and closed the door, waving at him until he had disappeared into the distance. 

Right, thought Peter. Now all I need to do is find Ned and MJ. 

-

PParkour:

<hey guys I have arrived, where r u?

GuYInTHECHaIR:

<in the food court, laughing at some kid who face planted into their lasagne

<here's the vid, it's hilarious

GuYInTHECHaIR has attached a video

MJ:

<do u want chips? 

PParkour:

<why?

MJ:

<we're in line, what size

PParkour:

<large pls

<I'll pay u back, dad insisted on giving me $1000

<also could u get nuggets?

GuYInTHECHaIR:

<How much money do u have?

PParkour: 

<69 cents

GuYInTHECHaIR:

<you know what that means

PParkour:

<*sobs*

<i don't have enough money for chicken nuggets

< :(

MJ:

<how

<how do u both just know

<when the other is quoting a vine

GuYInTHECHaIR:

<TELEPATHY

MJ:

<right

<got the chips pete where r u?

PParkour:

<omw, do u have change for a hundred dollar note?

MJ:

<no

GuYInTHECHaIR:

<wtf peter

-

Peter spotted his friends on the other side of the shopping centre, sitting at one of the tables, munching on chips and nuggets. MJ laughed at something that Ned had said, the hand that had previously been about to lift a chip to her mouth lowering as she did so. 

Peter sped up, slipping into the chair beside Ned and diagonal from MJ. MJ quickly slid over his food, eyes dancing with the light of happiness as she sipped her drink. 

"Thanks so much guys, I'll pay you back I promise." Peter told them, digging into his food hungrily. 

"Nah, don't worry about it," Ned told him, waving a hand. "Oh, remember that time you tripped and-"

Ned continued on a long rant, that MJ and Peter listened to readily, smiling or giggling at the funny bits of the story despite having heard it before. Ned tended to fill in silence with stories, so he sometimes repeated them without realising. MJ and Peter didn't mind, joking around at the end of them, stories flowing into long conversations. 

After they finished eating, the three friends stood and began looking through the shops. 

They first went to a soaps and candles shop, where MJ bought a nice smelling candle for her mum, and Peter bought some nice bath supplies for Pepper and Wanda, such as moisturisers, soaps, body washes and bath salts. 

After that they stopped by the cooking supply shop, filled with pots, pans, onion goggles and cookie cutters, among other things. Peter bought Steve a cook book and a pair of onion goggles that looked like this ->

He also bought Vision a cook book on the simple things, even though he knew Tony was going to disown him for encouraging Vision's cooking. 

After that they went to a bookstore, and MJ bought three more books for herself, and Peter found a book for MJ which he bought secretly when she wasn't looking as her present.

He got had to get Clint and Natasha's presents online, and he found a spider-man hoodie for Tony in target. 

Then the three of them ended up in The Reject Shop, where they messed around with the cheap stuff. 

"Why do you think it's called the reject shop again?" Ned asked. 

"Because you guys are here." MJ told him, checking the price of a chocolate bar. 

Ned rolled his eyes and picked up a bright purple wig, resting it on his head. 

"Hi, I'm Penelope, I'd like to speak to your manager." He said in a nasally voice, battering his eyelashes at Peter, who laughed, picking up a green one. 

"I'm afraid the manager isn't available at the moment." Peter told him in an overly deep voice. 

"But these goats aren't up to standard!" Ned exclaimed, gesturing towards the invisible goats beside him. 

Peter pretended to peer down at them, placing a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose. 

"I see," he said. "We don't have any goats left but we do have a rare and endangered MJ if you're interested in a swap." 

Ned pretended to consider his choices, and MJ dropped the bag of sour babies into her shopping basket, rolling her eyes. 

"You two are losers." She drawled, giving them both her emotionless look. 

"We know," Peter replied, grinning. "But so are you."

MJ scoffed. "Well duh, I hang out with you guys. Can I go pay for my stuff or are you guys not done?"

Peter and Ned pulled off their wigs and glasses, putting them back. They paused on their way to the checkout to look at one of those chinese finger traps, which Ned dared Peter to put his finger into. 

Thinking he would be able to take it out again, Peter did so, then began to freak out when he realised he couldn't take it out. 

"Guys, guys help me!" Peter said, horrified, for the trap was attached to a wig (if you saw it you would understand) and neither of them were helping him. 

MJ was laughing harder than Peter had ever seen her laugh, and Ned was giggling and filming him. 

"What happened Peter?" He asked him teasingly, camera focused on Peter's face. 

"It's not my fault you dared me!" Peter exclaimed saltily. "Help me!"

Neither Ned nor MJ did anything to help. 

"Guys!" Peter whined childishly, swinging his arms around like a toddler about to throw a tantrum, the wig stuck to his finger swinging around with it. 

The others just laughed harder, and he was pretty sure MJ was crying by this point, especially when he started trying to pull it off again. 

Eventually Peter just bought the wig, still stuck on his finger, and decided he would have to cut it off when he got home. 

With that, the three continued shopping, the wig on his finger, looking through stationary shops, clothing shops, and many, many others until they had bought all the presents for everyone. 

Peter secretly bought Ned an expensive lego set he had wanted since forever, and bought all the people he hadn't bought a present for a present. 

He bought Bucky a load of magnets, and Sam a bag of birdseed. For Thor he bought  all the official avengers action figures and a some of captain america pyjamas. 

He grabbed one last thing for Tony before he left, which was a red and gold mug with ion man written on it. 

Eventually they all sat in the food court and texted their parents/family members, Peter with the chinese finger trap wig still on his finger. 

-

AvengeTheGroupChat

SpiderBaby:

<need a lift pls

AuntieTasha:

<Clint and I just finished training, we'll come pick u up

SteveTheMum:

<im coming too

GrandmamaBuckyDear:

<i wanna come

<i want food

CarnivorousBird:

<im coming cos i need to figure out what peter bought me while shopping

SpiderBaby:

<nevermind

<this was a mistake

<ill get the bus or something

EyeGaugedOutOfABird:

<too late, we're on our way

<we're gonna get food on the way back

SpiderBaby:

<no its fine really

<you dont need to come

<please

<dont

<guys

<of course u dont answer

<i know ur reading these answer me

<guys

GOdOfThunDEr:

<Sam would LIKE Me to.teLL you^w that youcant textsQ) whuiLe Driv.ing.?

SpiderBaby:

<whoa u really need texting lessons

GOdOfThunDEr:

<gOODbyE peter., son of tony

SpiderBaby:

<bye uncle Thor

-

The avengers did arrive as promised, the car stuffed to the brim with Natasha driving, Clint in the passenger seat, and Sam in the back, Bucky sitting in front of him in the middle of the van, and Thor in the back with Sam. There was one empty seat waiting for Peter, which he took after putting the presents in the boot. 

"How was it?" Clint asked as Peter buckled his seatbelt. 

"Good, except I got this thing stuck on my finger." Peter said, holding up the colourful wig. 

Sam snorted loudly. 

"We were wondering what that was," Clint mused, looking at it through the rear view mirror. 

"Could someone get it off? MJ and Ned couldn't, not that they tried." 

Bucky pulled out a dagger, and Peter immediately pulled his hand away. 

"Yeah, no. I think I'll let my circulation be cut of for a little longer." Peter told him.

Bucky shrugged, spinning the knife in his fingers. "Whatever, suit yourself." 

They stopped in a drive thru for maccas, and Peter got a thick shake and a chicken burger, while the others got full meals- they hadn't had lunch. Peter's metabolism made him hungry quickly, so he was already hungry again. 

They drove home and Peter managed to sneak all his bags into his room without anyone noticing. He locked the door then pulled out the wrapping paper, colouring things, and all the other decorating things he needed. He cut off the wig with a pair of doctors scissors he still had from when Aunt May had worked in the hospital. The scissors were single use, but Aunt May brought a heap of them home to use, after sterilising them of course, and they could be used so many more times since then. 

Peter messily wrapped up all the presents, curled ribbon, and made homemade cards for each of them. 

He yawned when he was finally finished, sitting on the floor of his bedroom surrounded by the many christmas presents and craft activities. He had many different coloured friendship bracelets he had made as well sitting beside him, which he planned on giving to everyone. 

Peter's eyes drifted closed and Peter didn't think about it as he leant his head back against his bed, falling asleep. He was a teenager, he slept a lot and he had stayed up the whole night before deciding on what to get his family. 

That was how Tony found him two hours later, when he got home from the meeting he had been late for. 

He carefully picked Peter up from his spot on the floor and tucked him in, turning off the light. 

Peter could wait until the next day to find out that Shuri was arriving for a visit the next morning. 

Though, Tony thought, that's probably a bad idea, for she would definitely wake him up with an air horn or something. 

Tony chuckled at the thought, knowing exactly what Peter's reaction would be- sticking to the ceiling. 

He closed the door, deciding that perhaps not telling him might be his best decision since marrying Pepper. 

A/N 

Look at my baby

Look at her

My baby

Shhhh she's sleeping

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