"FUCK THAT!"

Tony sighed as he looked down at Remy who was glaring up at him with all the fury and betrayal that he had never wished to see on a teammate. It was the weekend now and he had picked up Remy with the ruse of getting ice cream, leading him to the library where, just as they were about to reach it, he explained the real reason for them being there.

"I'm not stupid, I don't need a tutor!" Remy shouted, stomping his foot as angry tears begin to form, "I don't care what you think, I don't need accommodations and I don't need help, I'm not stupid—"

"No one thinks you're stupid, kid," Tony said, holding up a hand, "And having a tutor doesn't make you stupid. If anything, you just have someone to do your homework for you now."

"I don't need someone to do my homework, I can do it myself," he argued, and Tony had no idea how to argue with a boy who didn't think getting the easy way out was a benefit.

"Please, kid," he sighed, crouching down so he was eye level with the small boy who would have tried to avoid eye contact if not for his pride and anger, "Your mom is worried about you, your teacher's worried about you. Even I'm worried about you. Now, it's not 'cause you're stupid or you can't do it on your own, but because we want to help you out. Can you let us do that? If you won't do it for you, can you do it for your mom?"

That seemed to click with the boy and he sighed, nodding begrudgingly as he turned towards the library. "Fine. But I won't like it."

Tony nodded to himself. At least he got him to agree. "Alright, kid, but go easy on him, okay?"

Remy didn't respond as he held out his hand, Tony taking it after a few moments. The two walked into the library, the man trying to hide in plain sight with his sunglasses and too casual clothes. Remy looked around, taking in the shelves and the books and the people milling about, the room filled with a very dull hum.

He held back for a moment when he was led towards a group of tables, catching sight of a boy who was waiting by himself, tapping his foot against the floor and looking around, fiddling with the sleeves of blue sweater with the logo from the science high school that was close by Remy's own school.

"Hey, kid," Tony called out, practically dragging Remy towards the table, the two pausing in front of the boy who seemed to brighten the moment he caught sight of the man.

"Hey, Mr. Stark," the boy greeted, grinning up at the man before glancing down and catching sight of Remy who was looking at him with narrow, scrutinizing eyes, "Hey."

"Hey," Remy replied, tone clipped.

Tony cleared his throat. "Wow, this isn't awkward at all. Uh, Remy, this is Peter, he's my intern. Peter, this is Remy, he's...a kid I know."

Peter's gaze darted between the two, eyes growing increasingly larger the more he continued to look at them. Finally, he motioned for Tony to step aside, smiling awkwardly at Remy as he silently asked him to stay put, the boy just crossing his arms and scowling.

"What?" Tony asked, the two a few feet away from Remy and whispering softly.

"Is that your son?" Peter hissed, eyes the size of dinner plates, "Because he looks just like you, Mr. Stark, did you have a kid with Ms. Potts, what's the deal—"

"No, Pepper and I never had a kid and we aren't even together anymore, he's just a kid I know, and he doesn't look that much like me," Tony hissed back, pushing them towards Remy again, the two smiling brightly at the upset boy who just raised an unimpressed eyebrow in their direction.

"Okay, Remy, you just show Peter your homework and I'll pick you up in a bit," he said, patting Peter on the back and reaching down to ruffle the boy's hair, tugging his hand away just before it was slapped.

"He's intimidating, Mr. Stark," Peter practically whined, trying to keep him from leaving, watching as the man sauntered off, not even glancing back as he gave them a small wave, disappearing from view.

The teenager turned on his heel, trying to smile at the boy who just stared at him, arms crossed with his weight shifted to one side. "How does he know you?"

Peter shrugged, moving to sit back down, Remy taking the seat across from him. "Well, I work for him."

"What do you do?"  the younger boy asked, his expression unwavering, and Peter was not willing to take eighteen dollars an hour to teach this kid. Sure it could help out at home and he'd have some fun pocket change, but it just wasn't worth it.

"I get him coffee and stuff, you know, file papers, take calls," he tried, and if Remy didn't believe him—which he most certainly didn't—he made no motion to let Peter know that, instead choosing to just reach into his bag and pull out his homework.

"I'm not stupid," he said sharply, sliding the stack of books towards him, as well as his homework folder.

"Why would I think you were?" Peter asked, glancing up briefly from where he was scanning Remy's papers, "I remember this. Here, why don't we just get started on your homework, yeah, you can do it and if you need help, just ask me."

Remy's eyes darkened as he pulled the papers back towards himself. "I don't need help."

Peter nodded carefully. "Then I'll just sit here."

With a sigh, Remy got to work, starting to work on his homework, his leg shaking as his pencil scratched against the paper. It wasn't even five minutes before he felt the need to stand and walk around before going back to work. Unfortunately, because Peter was there, he was forced to stay sitting, which was more than a little frustrating.

He started to stretch, leaning his back against the chair, letting it dig into him as his body grew tired and his mind began to shut down, as he didn't understand the homework in front of him.

"Hey, want me to explain this?" Peter asked, nudging him awake, and Remy's body began to thrum as he was shaken out of his light sleep.

He groaned as he stretched, running his hands through his hair as his body ached. "Yeah, whatever."

He tried to listen as Peter explained, but found that he wasn't listening to a word the boy was saying. He must have caught on as well, as he stopped and pushed out his chair.

"Okay, why don't we walk around for a bit, then when you're ready, we can go back to studying, okay?" Peter offered, and Remy was both delighted and aggravated.

"Whatever," was all he said, and he was already walking away before he could catch the way Peter just shrugged and gathered their things before following him.

Remy wandered around for a few minutes, not looking at anything in particular. After all, like Mark said, he couldn't focus long enough to finish a book, so there was no point in trying.

"What do you like to read?" Peter asked, coming to stand over the shorter shelves of the middle school book section, looking down towards Remy who was on the other side.

"I don't," he replied shortly, continuing to run his hand over the spines.

"Why not?" Peter prodded, and Remy sighing heavily, wanting him to know that he found him to be very difficult, but the boy didn't waver, which seemed out of character from how Remy had first seen him.

"Because I can't," he said, and that seemed to get the boy to stop because he didn't say anything for a good amount of time.

"Have you tried?" Peter finally asked, and Remy just glared at him.

It wasn't that he didn't like Peter, though he wasn't really saying that he did, it was rather that he hated the fact that they had to hire this kid to tutor him. Remy was fine on his own, in fact, he was doing what he normally did, only with supervision. It was a waste of money, and ruined his day.

"Look, can we just get this over with, I wanna go home," he said, pausing his idle scanning to look up at the boy, more tired than anything.

Peter nodded and the two went back to their table, re-unpacking their things and getting to work, Peter pretending not to watch Remy work as he texted his friends while the younger boy focused on figuring everything out on his own.

It didn't take him long, however, to get stuck.

He groaned softly as he tried to focus on the table in front of him, trying to understand how to make the fractions and find the answer, but his mind couldn't focus on the individual parts, only the big picture, which wasn't any good.

Finally, with all the reluctance of his mother asking help from Tony but for very different reasons, he raised his head to look at Peter who was already looking at him, the teenager raising an eyebrow above his phone.

"Help," Remy said, sliding the page over to him, adding, because he was raised well, "Please."

Peter tried not to smile, knowing the boy wouldn't be happy with him if he did, instead just taking the paper and scanning the table, forcing himself not to explain right away.

"Well," he finally said, when he saw the boy begin to fidget, "What you're trying to do is see how many blue triangles there would be if you were to go through all of the blue pieces. So you ignore all the other numbers except for the ones in this row..."

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Tony came back to the library after receiving a text from Peter saying that he was finished tutoring Remy. He had asked the boy to stay with him until he got back, as he had gone back upstate and the traffic was not going to move past him all so easily.

He stepped into the library and looked around, making his way to the tables, only to find that the two boys weren't there.

Worried, he began to scour the rest of the building, trying not to act so worried as he couldn't find them in the shelves, only a few moments away from calling their names and drawing attention to himself.

But then he reached the kid's section, which he really should have went to first.

There, sitting on one of the small armchairs, were Peter and Remy. Remy was leaning against Peter and closing his eyes, but he wasn't asleep, listening as the boy softly read to him.

"Mr. Stark," Peter said, interrupting himself and looking up.

Remy shifted, opening his eyes and frowning at the change, but brightening instantly when he caught sight of Tony. "Let's go!"

Jumping out of the seat, Remy came to stand next to Tony, turning to face Peter who also stood, stretching as he did.

"How'd it go?" Tony asked, glancing between both of them.

"Um..." Peter began, glancing towards Remy, making meaningless hand gestures.

The younger boy shrugged noncommittally. "'t was okay."

Tony shared a look with Peter who tried his best to purse his lips and hide it. "You want Peter to help you out again?"

Remy shrugged again, clinging onto the man's legs and staring at his shoes. "Whatever, I don't care."

That wasn't a no. With a wink and a 'thanks, kid', Tony handed Peter a wad of cash before leading Remy out of the library.

"Thanks, Peter," Remy called back, because even if he didn't want to say it, he was raised well.

"Did Peter help you?" Tony asked as they walked back to the Walsh residence.

Remy scuffed his shoe against the pavement. "Yeah. But I'm not stupid."

Tony nodded. "No one thinks you are." After a beat, he added, "No one who matters, anyway."

Remy paused for a moment. "No one who matters?"

Tony sighed and squeezed his shoulder. "You're better off not listening to the people who tell you things, not to help you grow, but to tear you down. Listen to advice, but don't let people make you think you're worth anything less than you are."

"Well, what am I worth?" Remy asked.

"Everything."

AUTHOR'S NOTE

I just realized that another character of mine is also being tutored by Peter and has ADD but that's in another universe (ha that works well with her story actually) so it doesn't matter whatever.

So yeah! Everyone already guessed it was Peter but he and Remy don't really get along much yet, so it's gonna be a growing process

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed!