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Who: Spider-Son and Iron-Dad
When: Domino, Day 18
Where: Tony's Lab
What: Peter and Tony play a game while having a heart to heart
Warnings: In securities?? Will update if anything changes

Peter can't beat Tony Stark at chess. He'd given it a try but Tony was just a better strategist than he was. So instead of playing chess again, the two are seated in Tony's makeshift lab and immersed in a game while idly chatting.

Peter lives for these moments-just quiet-ish moments with Mr Stark while they play catch up with what the other's been up to.

"So, I was thinking-maybe we could game nights as like a regular thing? I mean you're welcome to say no-I know the council keeps you busy and all-but there's lots of game and some times we could maybe even drag like Gwen and May and Happy in?-Damn it!" He curses as the buzzer on the game goes off, Cavity Sam's nose shining bright red and he hands the tweezers over to Tony.

"It's just nice, you know? To just kinda chill out and not have to worry about anything super important-I mean I worry about everything anyway-but it's still relaxing."

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He'd strongly considered saying no to this get together but he'd remembered Ignis pestering him lately to take more time to relax. That and when could he really tell Peter no? (At least, any time other than him wanting energy drinks).

As it turned out, he really needed this so was glad for it. It had been a Day, after all.

"Sure, that sounds fun. I know the other kids would like it too like Mady, Romeo, and Joss. Even if it's just us though that's fine too." He smirked when Peter hit the buzzer side. "Wouldn't this game be more realistic if you lost money every time you hit the side from malpractice fees instead of gain money for successful surgeries?"

Peter blinks at him and shakes his head quickly. No, he does not want to play that way. Even if, secretly, he might have been wondering that same thing when he was reading over the directions.

"Nah, surgery is like... a gamble and as long as Sam's wife or husband or whatever signed the consent form saying they acknowledge that there's only like one a 40/60 chance of success I'm good..." He glances at the game board, considering something.

"..But he does have broken heart. Maybe his SO left him. Poor guy."

"That would explain why he was willing to agree to a surgery that gave him a 40/60 success rate. This has to be like a community college for surgery." He picked up a card and sighed. He leaned forward and tried to pluck the horse out of the man's leg but that infernal buzzer went off.

He handed the tweezers back. "Do you think I've been doing a poor job leading this train?" Nothing like an incredibly loaded question for ya, Peter.

Peter can't help but laugh as the buzzer goes off, giving Tony a shit-eating-grin. "What was that about malpractice fees again, Mr Stark?" He asks as he reaches over and pulls a card from the pile. "But, I mean really, this guy's getting open surgery like everywhere- 40/60 chances might even be generous-and why this guy thinks he needs brain surgery for brain freeze, I'll never know." Peter rambles on as he takes the tweezers and then just stops as he register's Tony's question.

"What? No." He responds without even thinking about it. "Why would you think that? There's no one that would do more for anyone than you do for everyone. Sounds like a good leader to me." He shrugs before leaning forward and plucking the ice cream cone out of Sam's head with minimal difficulty.

"It's still logical!" Tony argued back with a sourpuss huff. "Wipe that grin off your face!" That threat really lost its bite when he didn't get all the way through it without a laugh. Looking down at the character on the board, he nodded in agreement. "He's obviously very gullible. If he ate butterflies and now has them in his stomach, he should just digest them normally or get anxiety medicine."

Of course, his bitter mood from earlier reared its ugly head and asked that ridiculous question. He gave a weak smile at his kid's overly biased and yet wonderful answer. "I talked to someone earlier who claimed I was a terrible one because I'm not fighting all the rules the train has instilled on us." He thought for a moment before picking up the stack of money and counting out Peter's reward. "There would've been a time in my life I would've fought each and every one of these rules simply based on principle. Is it wrong that I don't see a point? Yes, no one wants chores but.. someone has to do them. Does it matter if the train decides who and when?"

He picked up a card, but looked at Peter instead of it. "Do you think I'm being too complacent?"

Heck yes! Money! Fake money, but money he earned by removing an ice cream cone from a man's head. He'll take it. He counts it just to be sure and then hands back an extra hundred.

"You gave me extra." He states calmly and then set his money aside. "And no. Not really? I mean, it'd be one thing if this were like a hunger games situation? But it's not? In fact that train has really, in my opinion, tried to keep people happy on it. Really, if they had just asked us 'hey you wanna travel the void and save different worlds?' then the whole thing would be different-I mean I'd sign up for that-you know I would. Even the food's not terrible so long as Aunt May's not cooking." He grins a little as he throws shade at his Aunt and then shakes his head.

"But in all seriousness, Mr Stark? Fuck that guy. Sorry for uh.. using the F-bomb but sometimes the smart choice is the path of least resistance. And I don't mean like-sacrifice your freedoms just cause someone says so, I mean think about what's being asked of you and consider if they're asking because it needs to be done or if they're telling you to do it as a way to establish dominance? Wade never really did a single chore and several of us have decided to go with a different team and as far as I can tell the train doesn't care. The chores are more of requests and the teams are more like suggestions? Sorry, I'm rambling." He shakes his head.

"But, no. I don't think you're being complacent I think the idiot trying to start shit just doesn't get it-and you can't make him. So let him throw a tantrum and move on."

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"I'm a genius, there's no way I counted that wrong." Except he hadn't counted it wrong, he'd purposefully given a couple extra. Why did the kid have to go and recount it for? Doesn't he trust him? Oh right. That was the whole point that other guy was making. He made decisions for people and manipulated them.

"Okay fine, yes I did. You pouted over the ice cream cone. Put it back." He pinched the bridge of his nose as he listened, wondering how much of this was inappropriate to talk about with Peter. He does, though, chuckle and lift his gaze at the part about Aunt May's cooking.

"No, I like you rambling. I'm glad to hear things from your point of view." He turned over his card finally and rolled his eyes at the bread basket. "It's okay, I know he's young and trying to impress Yuffie. It's just strange, you know? Since when am I the establishment? I used to be all about being a rebel and now I have others rebelling against me. Technically the Avengers did it first, but still amazes me."

"Whatever, Mr Stark." Peter shakes his head before putting the extra money back. "Look the healthcare system back home is messed up enough-I don't wanna take any more of this guy's money than I gotta." He jokes and then looks at the pieces again. "...even though this dude seems to think he needs his funny bone removed."

He never really gave a whole lot of thought to the pieces in the game, but he's kind of having a blast picking it apart not.

"Uh... thanks? I mean you're always hearing my point of view because it just kinda always comes out." He shrugs and then considers what Mr Stark says-he does remember reading new articles and some books about how Tony used to be.

"If you can call that rebelling." He shakes his head. "But uh... probably when you decided you liked what you were doing? I told you right? Like back when I first got my powers I was really confused and stuff and using them for personal gain-I mean sorta. I was sneaking the money to May and Ben but I wasn't happy and I kept lashing out at like... everyone. After um... Uncle Ben. died." He's not looking at Tony as much as he is the board game and fidgeting because talking about his uncle is not an easy thing. "And I decided to be Spider-Man I felt a lot better and I wasn't trying to start stuff with May or my teachers."

"Maybe he's not really removing it but getting an enhancement on the part. So after two rounds, you have to wrap that in tin foil and stick it back in." The bionic funny bone, Peter!

He nods. "That's true. You never really do stop talking do you?" He chuckled and then cursed when the buzzer went off. "I didn't want your damn bread basket anyway!"

"I don't know if I ever told you, but I had my moment like you did when you decided to be Spider-Man. It was right after I'd been prisoner and saw all these weapons for the terrorists with my name on them. I may as well have killed my uncle.. assuming I had one and I liked them. But.. it just killed me, Petey. My whole life I'd been so proud of our company and to see what it was actually doing?" He shook his head. "The whole world thought I'd lost my mind when I changed direction. Hell, our stock made history with how fast and far it plunged that day. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't let that be our legacy." He thought for a moment and shrugged. "Then I got another chance with the Avengers and I screwed that up a couple times... How do you convince someone you care if they don't want to see it? I know I don't owe Edge anything and you're right it's just a kid yelling and screaming, but he had some points. It's the same one Steve kept making too. Freedom vs Protection."

"That sounds like way more effort than I wanna put into this." Peter waves it off and then takes a card to see what next is being removed. A Wrench. From the ankle. "So did this dude try and like... replace his ankle with a wrench or is there a pun I'm not getting here?" He asks, taking the tweezers.

"Well, you can't really force someone to see things your way-I mean I don't know if I'm the best person to talk to about this-I got picked on like every day at school and just ignored it because why bother? People were gonna think what they wanted anyway and I never fought back because-well mostly because I couldn't but after the bite I could-but I still didn't. It was annoying, sure but I also didn't want to be someone other people feared, you know? Not like that." He shakes his head because he's pretty sure that point was just random and he doesn't know how it ties into things.

"But, I think it's really important to remember-you might be leading the train, but you're not the train. You didn't stick us all here, you're just trying to make the best of a bad situation while we figure things out-that's not a bad approach-you didn't restrict our freedoms-the train did and if he tries to go in guns blazing then more people than just him could get hurt, so I don't know, I think he just doesn't get what real leadership is.

He plucks the wrench out-sucking in a breath when he almost touches the side.

Tony rolled his eyes. Ugh, to be young and not have to know these things again. "Wrenching a joint is an expression. It's like twisting an ankle."

"That wasn't the point of that story," Tony complained and tossed a small ball he'd been tossing around while waiting for Peter to finish his turn at the kid. "And I know I can't force someone.. I just want them to realize they're being stupid and should figure it out on their own." See the difference? Yeah, most people couldn't either. "And you can stand up for yourself without being feared. You shouldn't have to put up with the amount of crap you've told me about." He'd considered showing up on Flash's doorstep and smacking him.

He nodded. "Well he's all up in arms because of Yuffie anyway. Otherwise I doubt he would've ever noticed or thought to complain about this. Ever see her? Is she hot or anything?"

"Oh..." Peter states, looking at the wench he's holding onto with the tweezers. His other arm acts fast and he catches the ball with little effort-he only just stops himself from throwing it back. He leaves the comment about him not having to put up with everything he does alone. He thinks he does-if Flash isn't picking on him he'd pick a new target and Peter can't have that. Besides, how exactly could he explain suddenly standing up to Flash when he's never done that before?

Instead, he lets his thoughts focus on the other question and shrugs loosely, face in a sort of 'yeah, I guess' expression.

"Yeah, she's cute. I mean, I'm not super comfortable saying she's hot cause like-she's a person not a temperature."

"Really Peter? Really?" He asked, shaking his head.

"We need another party or some kind of team sport tournament. I don't know about you but this place is getting claustrophobic." When wasn't it? "AH! Got it," He cheered for himself as he pulled the next piece out of their very temperamental patient. "If you ask me, we should probably do something about that red nose too. That can't be normal."

"Gotta stay woke, Mr Stark." Peter just offers a shrug in response. He looks down at Sam again and frowns.

"Yeah, I mean-I guess. But his nose is probably red because he's sick." He reasons, looking at cartoon man critically. "It's nice you successfully removed the thing but you also had a few failed surgeries too." He points out before grabbing a card a leaving Tony to deal with that thought.

"I'm way more 'woke' than you. You're the one who nearly fell asleep in his pancakes this morning." Of course he knew what woke really meant, but sometimes a dad has to make a dad joke, okay?

He scowled at the boy. "Do I rub all your failures in your face Mr. I-Got-Stuck-In-A-Hammock-And-Broke-My-Nose-Falling-Out-of-It."

Peter just groans and rolls his eyes like a teenager. "What ever, Mr Stark." But there's a trace of a grin on his face that he might deny-it really depends. "That was terrible and you should feel terrible."

Speaking of the funny bone. He takes the tweezers and carefully pulls it out of Sam. "You're just jealous I'm good at this game." He says, an ornery grin on his face.

"I do. I feel positively wretched. Just look at me, don't I look upset?" He looks anything but..

"You're just good at this game because you've played it more. You wish you had mad skills like- DAMMIT ALL TO HELL!" Buzz went Sam. "If you win this, so help me, you're going to wish you were grounded!"

Peter can't help the giggles escaping him as he takes the tweezers and draws the next card. "Are you really threatening me if I win?"

Okay, time to get that Butterfly out of his stomach. Although he's not sure why that requires an operation. Anyways. He carefully removes the butterfly. "Looks like I'm winning still, Mr Stark." He tries to keep a straight face but fails miserably.

As soon as the butterfly was free, Tony whacks the board over, sending the pieces flying.

"Earthquake, everyone in the hospital dies. You lose." He sits back with a ornery grin- surprisingly similar to the one Peter had just been wearing.

Peter gasps in shock, his voice squeaking terribly as he does.

"Mr Stark! That's cheating!" As if he didn't already know that. "It's cool, I still got more money than you-" He picks up all his hard earn surgery money. "How the tables turned." He grins.

"Don't stifle my creative solution to my problem," he scolded- but only got part of the way through without starting to snicker.

"And you forgot to pay your taxes. How much do you have? Give me like half of that. I don't have to pay since I work with Medicare patients!" He laughed. "This is the real world, buddy!" It wasn't. He had no idea how medicare worked, but he was just making crap up.

"Nice try, Mr Stark. But I never received a letter from the IRS so I won't fall for your wily tax fraud schemes." Peter said defiantly, crossing his arms over his chest. He pauses a moment, thinking something over in his head.

"Wait. You just said this was your creative solution did you just go super villain on me? Because I'll have you know that's totally not cool."

He had to give up his attempt to steal the money, but he laughed about the last bit.

"You can be creative and not be a super villain. Don't forget who designed your suit! Also, who talks like that? You're such a nerd."

"I go to midtown tech, what did you expect?" Peter raises an eyebrow at the accusation.

"Also, you can be creative and not be a super villain-sure but you can't intentionally cause an earth quake for your own agenda and not be a super villain-I'm sorry Mr Stark but them's the rules." He shrugs in an 'oh well' fashion.

"I'm gonna have to report you. This hurts me more than it hurts you."

"Alright, fair enough. Though do you have any idea the amount of paperwork is involved with reporting me?" He pointed out. "By the time you finish all of that, the next super villain is going to be causing another natural disaster. You could've been using this time to stop it, but instead, you chose paperwork. Now how are you going to sleep at night?"

"Oh, that's easy." Peter states, bending down to scoop up the game that Tony knocked on the floor. "I won't." You know, because he doesn't sleep anyways. It may be in poor taste to joke about it but hey, laughing at pain is a good coping mechanism. Actually, it's probably not but whatever.

"Besides, isn't that kinda the job? There's always going to be someone causing trouble."

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