Wrong number + Field trip Story

6 - Tony Stark

Tony POV.
Shit. Shit. Shit. I let my head fall on the desk.

Peter

Peter
KNEW IT!!!

You
You knew?
That I'm Tony Stark?

Peter
Well...
Not really
But I had my suspicions

You
How?

Peter
Age
Name
The hacking thing
And now the test

You
Damn it

Peter
Ey!
You wrote without the period at the end

You
I guess.

Peter
Anyways...
Why did you decide to continue writing with me

You
I don't know.

Peter
You don't know?

You
Nope.

Peter
How?

You
You were entertaining I guess.

Peter
Me?
No
I'm not entertaining

You
How long did you take for the test?

Peter
15 minutes why?

Have to go
Sorry
Ttyl?

You
?

Peter
Talk to you later?

You
Sure
Bye

Peter
Bye

I put my phone away and continued to work on the suit for Spider-Man. It's a gift for as soon as we finally get him. We have tried to get him now for quite a bit. But every time we see him and try to talk with him he swings away and disappears.

This sounds like we try to catch him like he's a bad guy but we just want him to join the Avengers.

I shrugged the thought off and walked out of my lab and up to the kitchen where everyone else was already sitting, eating lunch that was made by Steve. He cooks most of the time since the most avengers can't.

I sat down on the only left free chair which was not to my luck next to Clint. There was already standing a plate with food for me. I saw that Clint was smirking like a psychopath.

"What did you do, Clint?"

"Nothing. How dare you think I did something. Me. Clint Barton. The Hawkeye."

"That's the problem. It's you."

I rolled my eyes and looked at the food and then back at Clint.

"What did you put in there?"

"Nothing. I swear."

As I tried the spaghetti it was to my surprise okay and not poisoned or manipulated in any way.

"So, Tony."

I looked at Natasha. She had the same smirk as Clint on her face.

"What?"

"When do we get to meet that boy of yours?"

"He has a son?!"

I ignored Thor and just glared at Pepper who looked innocent at me.

"Why did you have to tell them that?"

"What do you mean? I didn't say anything."

I rolled my eyes and looked at Clint and Natasha.

"Probably very soon. I hope."

I whispered the last part but Clint picked it up.

"Looks like someone has a soft spot for a 14 year old teenager!"

If there wasn't the spaghetti I would have slammed my head on the table.

"Just fuck off, Bird brain."

He pouted like a little kid and everyone else was dieing from laughing.