A year to Remember. Part 2, the Internship

Break-Out on the Night-Out

Tony breaks into a smile, getting the best idea. "Then how bout we eat lunch up here today", he offers, "We can order in whatever you want. I should also get you new clothes, replace your dirty and tattered ones".

"You don't have to Mr Stark!", Peter immediately rejects the offer, "it's too much, I'm fine really". Tony stares him down unimpressed, "Kid, your clothes are torn and covered in ash. You can't stay in those for 3 more hours, and it's my fault they're damaged anyways". Peter takes another look at his shirt and jeans, the ash mixing with his sweat producing a muddy mix, and the multiple tears only growing. "Ok, you have a point".

Tony smirks, "Exactly, now come on", he guides Peter out of the lab and to the elevator. "Kid, you like sushi?", Pete nods. "FRIDAY, please order a gourmet sushi platter to my lab in half an hour. Also, scan Peter and get some clothes his size and style sent to my room".

He didn't know how to react, or more specifically, what shock to handle first. "A platter of my clothes to whose room?", He spits, Tony chuckling as FRI lifts them up. "You're covered in dirt, it's probably best you take a shower. You can do it in my room". Peter can barely respond, a muffled hum the only noise he can produce. Tony can't help but smile at the stunned teen, a shock only growing once they step into said room. "You like it?".

The room is huge, a giant flat screen on a wall, a King's+ sized bed opposite it. On the walls a couple framed newspaper articles and pictures of Tony and Pepper, from their youths to their engagement and marriage. Top tier Electronics everywhere, from the pristine wooden bedside tables, to the coffee table and small lounge area on the far end from the door, to the desks adjacent the lounge both of which looked out the floor to ceiling windows.

"It's bigger than our apartment", Peter exhales, astonished. Tony strains a chuckle as he forces down the urge to buy Peter a penthouse. "It's incredible", Pete once more compliments. "I know, I designed it", Tony lightly brags pointing at one of the doors by the bed, "That's the bathroom, go clean yourself up. Use whatever you want".

Pete nods, still amazed by the fact Tony's insisting he uses his personal bathroom. Walking in he finds a giant vanity cabinet, double sinks on it. Both covered in self care products and makeup, a wall long mirror behind it. Opposite it was another door and smaller room, leading to a private toilet with its own TV. Next to it a giant shower, and on the far end of the bathroom a huge jacuzzi.

"Miss FRIDAY?", Peter asks, standing centre of the room. FRIDAY immediately starts the shower, adjusting the water temperature, controlling the steam in the room. "Boss insisted, feel free to drop your clothes here", She opens a hatch which Peter guesses is their equivalent of a laundry basket, "You'll have fresh ones ready when you're done. And for your comfort, do know there are no cameras in here, I can only hear your voice".

Peter does as she instructs, removing his shirt and dumping it down the hole. "Thanks Ms FRIDAY", he replies, removing the rest of his clothes and jumping into the perfect tempered shower, for a full 20 minutes.

Stepping out and wrapping himself in one of Tony's towels, he calls on the AI again. "Boss left your new clothes by the door, he hopes you like them", Right as she said a folded outfit was right outside the door, next to it over half a dozen shopping bags. "What did Mr Stark do?", Peter thinks out loud.

Taking a closer look at the clothes Tony set for him, he finds a navy blue shirt with an arc reactor pattern on its chest, as well as what to Peter look like designer denim jeans. Worst of all, there was a pair of Iron-Man themed trunks. "What did Mr Stark do", Peter repeats, a lot more whiny this time. He puts everything on before walking back into the room, Tony having cleaned himself up and returned. "Like them?", He points to Peter's new clothes. "Thank you Mr Stark", Peter thanks him, though his frustrations still make it out, "But really? Iron-Man underwear?".