Ship: Peter Stark & Tony Stark

Summary: Everyone needs a name.

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Peter landed softly against the corrugated metal roof, and while remaking in a crouch, crawled over to skylight window. Seeing nothing but large tarpaulin-covered crates below him, he pulled back.

"So, are able to scan the warehouse please?"

"Yes, Spider-Man." Her voice appearing clearly in ears, as if she was actually there. "Performing Scan."

Peter watched as scan progressed, waiting for them to appear on his masks' HUD. Still nothing, but the dark tarpaulin blobs.

"Scan Complete. Area Clear Of Notable Heat Signatures."

"Guess I can get closer then." Peter thought, turning his attention to the window seal. The seal was flaking and missing in parts, crumbling when Peter touched it. He palmed a broken section, before setting to work on removing the remaining grey material. As the seal loosened its hold on the pane, Peter attached his hand and lifted the glass out. Setting it aside, Peter jumped onto a steel beam, before swinging to the warehouse floor.

The concrete was cold under foot; Peter really had to ask his dad put heaters in the suit. Sighing and walking to the nearest dark green tarpaulin covered object, he pulled it off. Under was a black military style metal crate, a weapons cache. He ran his hands over the crates edges and soon enough, he found a latch. Peter easily flung the lid open, and looked down into the box of weapons. No likely stolen.

"Suit Lady, can you call Dad please."

"Contacting Mr Stark."

"Pete, hows patrol? You on your way back soon, it's almost midnight?"

"Well actually Dad, I-"

"What? Are you hurt?"

"No, no, dad I'm fine. I followed a stolen vehicle back to a warehouse. It's full of weapons."

"Probably stolen, they still there?"

"No, they left. But I put a tracker on their car."

"Ok Pete, we'll keep an eye them. Maybe let some Avengers visit them? You've done good, come home now."

"On my way." Peter finished, as his suit hung up the call and he turned back to the crate, replacing the lid and the cover. Aiming up, Peter shot a web and yanked himself back up onto the steel beam, before gracefully jumping back through the window and swinging off into the night.

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Diving through the open window, Peter skidded into the penthouse floor, landing in an undignified heap. Jumping up and dusting himself off, Peter turned to see his dad smirking back at him from the couch.

"What are you doing up?"

"Who do you think opened the window? Also I wanted to hear how your first proper outing in the new suit was."

So his son sat down, and told him about his eventually night and after Tony turned to him. "So you named your multi-million dollar suit AI, 'Suit Lady'?"

"She didn't have a name."

Tony smiled at Peter, "So name her."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Um ok, how about Karen?"

"Really?!"

"I happen to quite like the name." Karen spoke, muffled from the mask in Peter's hands.

"Great! Call me Peter."

"Of course, Peter."

"Oh my god." Tony said, putting his head in hands.