"Underoos!" Mr Stark's excited voice greets him, a nickname the man thought of overnight. It fit quite well with the boy's personality. The man is standing in front of the elevator, dressed just as casually as Peter. Making him feel slightly better about how he's draped him into wearing.

"I hope you found everything ok," he gestures to the elevator. Small spaces aren't exactly a favourite for most people.

"Yea - yes sir," Peter immediately corrects himself.

If living with Mason for the past year has taught him anything, it's that adults always command respect and politeness. However, the young boy seemed surprised when Mr Stark only waves him off.

"I told you it's Tony. I don't wanna hear anything else coming from you," he mockingly scolds. "It makes me feel old."

"But you are old." Peter has no idea what came over him. His mouth leaked the words, his brain warned him not to say. Luckily, his mentor laughs and makes a motion that has both of them piling back into the elevator. Now, where were they going?

"That's more like it. I want you to be comfortable here. Are you hungry? Thirsty? There's an amazing café downstairs." Tony rambled, the elevator doors closing.

Peter shakes his head at his questions, more focused on where they are going rather than eating.

Before he can voice his question, Mr Stark continues to speak. As if speaking his mind.

"Until you get hungry we can head down to my lab. Let's put that big brain of yours into action." Tony tapped the side of the boy's head to emphasize his statement. As much as Peter wanted to let out a giggle at the gesture, he held back.

He isn't supposed to let Tony see his vulnerable side. His freak side should he put it, or as Mason puts it. That reminds him, Mason doesn't know yet. Or well he should by now, as Aunt May is back home. She could have told him, as it's likely he would have.

When the elevator doors opened back up on the ground floor, Peter became speechless. Well, he doesn't talk much in the first place, but metaphorically speaking he is rendered speechless.

The lab is huge, white, clean and bright. The light bounced off the walls and really lit up the whole workspace. It honestly felt so nice. Of course, there are tools on workbenches and a few things misplaced, but he couldn't believe he's actually in the lab of Thee Tony stark.

"Whatcha think kid?" The older males voice held an amused, yet prideful tone.

"Wow," is all Peter manages to say as Tony gently ushers him deeper into the lab.

"It's divided into the basic sciences. Biology, chemistry, and physics," Tony explains. Peter immediately going over to the chemistry area and sees notes that involve a synthetic solution that may be just as strong and thin as a spider's web. It seemed pretty cool, and of course, Peter couldn't help creating his own formulas and calculations, or what could be added, used or even proven.

Not saying that Mr Starks work isn't great, as there are always alternatives in every situation and idea.

"You know if you add..." Peter trails off and starts tinkering with the various chemicals. Tony can only smile slightly when he sees the child zone out into his own little world. He was the same way as a child. Practically still is.

Leaving the kid to his own devices, the eccentric billionaire continues his own update to the newest Stark phone set to release in a few short months. Most people already mad for it coming out, though that's going to be another few months yet till more of the models are created.

It isn't long before either of the males zoned out into their own nerdy spaces. One more than the other. That being Peter. He's in his element, and no one can take him out of it. He can be himself here, this lab easily becoming his safe space and instantly wanting to spend all his time here.

The young kid seemed to have this thing for chemistry. Especially with chemicals. The way the boy's hands moved across the workspace, tipping different formulas into each other to make a certain formula for whatever the boy had in mind. It had Tony mesmerized by the kid's knowledge and how much the boy knew.

He definitely picked the right intern.

Whatever it was, it had the boys full attention. Every bit of it.

How he knew that, well from where he is sitting. The billionaire could see his young intern fidget in place, a hand going to his crotch every once in a while. Words mumbled under a hushed breath as the kid moved around animatedly. Didn't help the man swore he could hear the young ones stomach growl from where he sat.

"Hey kid," he calls over. Peter glances up, his thinking bubble breaking at the sudden addressing. "Do you need a break?"

He has no idea what the man is talking about, that is until a wave of desperation washes over him. Quickly shoving both hands under the table in what he hopes is a casual manner. Frantically nodding his head.

"Yes, sir. Um - W-where's the -" he trails off embarrassed. His puffy cheeks turning slightly red, not believing he let himself be like this. Not sure what did, as before he didn't have this sort of trouble.

Unbeknown to Peter, once-classified or of age to be classified. The traits of the class you have been categorized into, start to show. Forgetting about the bathroom is one of them, Peter will soon develop many more. Maybe as embarrassing as this.

"Right through there," Tony points to a door close to Peter's workstation, watching as he all but sprints inside. In reality, he blames himself. He's the adult in the room and shouldn't allow the two of them to get detracted for almost four hours straight if the clock is right.

Once Peter comes back out, a little red in the face but otherwise completely fine. Tony announces that it's time for a much-needed break.

"Let's go check out that café I was talking about." Tony had a really weird instinct on taking one of the younger boy's hands and holding it, wanting not to lose the young intern as he looked so small. Believe him, the urge is so hard to ignore.

Though, they arrived in the café before he could think anything else of it. The boy is fifteen, he didn't need looking after. He's smart and intelligent and can figure things out on his own. Well, maybe. As far as stark knew. However, that incident in the lab didn't seem very adult-like.

He didn't know the boys class. He knew about the appointment, as that is why Peter couldn't start early this morning. Though he hadn't yet been told the boys class, which would have been helpful. Even so, it doesn't take a genius to know that his intern is a Little.

The traits are there, it's common-sense.

One may get up to use the restroom, whereas Peter didn't give it a second thought. Although, he had to put the most obvious thing out there that the kid was in his element. It's the sort of scenario you'd see a toddler child, who is potty training to do. Getting too engrossed in what they are doing to remember they have to potty and so have an accident.

Quite a cute comparison.

Shaking his head, Tony tries to get rid of the thoughts swirling around. It's not quite a secret that his classification showed him to be a caregiver, specifically catering to Littles of a young age group. Sure the media tried to slander his name but without a Little, in his care, they didn't have much to say about his skills. They can talk all day long about his poor public appearance and dangerous products, but over the past few years, he's cleaned up his act.

No longer is Stark Industry the number one supplier for the arm. The deal with the other company cut the second Tony kicked out Obidiah. Discovering him to be selling weapons. Now, Tony can focus all his attention on clean renewable energy and making the world a little. Some still claim that this is all just a big publicity stunt and that Tony doesn't try to defend himself any longer.

If the media wants to slander every piece of tech that passes through the halls of his business, they can go right ahead. As long as the people he cares about most is safe and he can live knowing that the most dangerous bombs aren't being made with his name alongside. Fat Man and Little Boy are no longer being manufactured.

Instead, he chooses to focus his energy on the remarkable young man sitting across from him, carefully eating a blueberry muffin while swinging his short legs back and forth. Crumbs scattered across the table and around the boy's smooth cheeks.

Adorable.

Even if it did take ten minutes for the boy to settle on such a treat. Peter is adamant that he isn't hungry, or that he would get something later. But the high tech man of the stark tower knew otherwise. For starters, the tell-tale sign of grumbling is an indication of hunger, as well as the boy's eyes wandering over to the treats during the queue in the café.

It doesn't take a genius to figure that out either.

How the boy went from not wanting anything to eat or, claiming he didn't want anything. Only to stuff his mouth with the blueberry muffin, slightly concerned the billionaire.

Why would you decline an offer, only to be shown how wrong you were by eating as if you haven't eaten all day.

As a caregiver, Tony has a need to care for all of his underlings. If you ask the workers in the more public labs they'll tell you the numerous times Pizza has been delivered without them asking. This is more prominent in his personal intern. Peter is just a kid and actually needs his guidance.

"Is it nice, kid?" Tony asked, sipping from the coffee he had ordered. Being a coffeeholic thanks to late nights in the lab. He really needed to stop doing that.

Peter hums, licking his fingers as he quickly nods. Swallowing his last mouthful hastily, in order to answer properly. It coming out in one big slur, the forming of the words jumbling together to create one big one. Even if that meant crumbs went everywhere.

"Yessir"