The next morning the had Tate sat in the back of Happy's car was they drive out of New York. He had been awake all night with Tony working on Peter's new suit and going over Tate's role in the upcoming battle. He had gotten maybe two hours sleep before he was being woken up and bustled into the car to pick up Peter. It was times like this that Tate wished he had his dad's suit and could skip the plane flights. Tony was going to meet them in Germany later that evening, aiming to fly across in the Ironman suit. It was much faster than the plane.

Peter was bouncing in his seat, practically vibrating in excitement as he watched New York disappear in the window behind them. Tate took another sip of his coffee, only staying awake out of pure will. He eyed Peter with sleepy wonder. How the hell was he so awake in the mornings?

"I slept last night, did you?" Peter asked, frowning at Tate's dark eye bags. Tate hadn't realised he had spoken out loud.

"I'll sleep on the plane", he shrugged. He drained his coffee and made a sad noise once he realised it was gone. Peter laughed so Tate tossed the cup at his head. Peter caught it easily, barely making a effort. Tate mentally cataloged the reaction time and yawned.

"New York", Peter intoned, voice gravely and deep. "Queens. It's a rough borough but hey it's home". Tate looked up from his phone to see Peter holding his phone up in the window. He was filming the view of the city in the distance.

"Who are you talking too?" Happy asked from the drivers seat.

"Oh um no one", Peter coughed, voice back to normal. He turned the phone to film Happy in the front. "Just making a little video of the trip".

"You know you can't show that to anyone right?"

Peter deflated a little. "Yeah yeah, I know. So, um why do they call you happy?"

In response, Happy put on his sunglasses and pressed the button for the partition. The screen raised up and blocked the driver from view. Tate sniggered and Peter turned the camera to him.

"Peter", Tate whined sleepily, covering his face with his hands. "Don't film me I look like shit. Come on".

Peter laughed but didn't turn the camera away. "Tate chill, it's not like anyone's going to see it but me".

Tate tried to glare at him through his fingers, all too conscious of the cellphone being pointed at him. "Peter I've had like two hours sleep. I look like a panda", he whined. Peter laughed harder.

"Okay okay. I'll turn it off for now". He lowered the phone and Tate sighed in relief. Peter tucked it back into his pocket and grinned widely at him. Tate stuck out his tongue and ran a hand through his hair. It was still damp from the shower.

"I'm going to sleep", he announced as he got out his earphones. "Wake me when we get to the airport. No filming please". He scowled at Peter and the other boy held up his hands innocently. His giggling ruining the innocent aura he was trying to portray. Tate glared at him for a second longer before plugging his earphones in and starting his playlist. Calm soothing beats began, accompanied by the sound of rain. Tate yawned loudly and curled up like a cat on the back seat. Turning so that his back was to the door, seatbelt bent around his frame, and pulling his feet onto the empty seat between him and Peter. Knees pressed to his chest, he tucked his head into the seat and closed his eyes.

Once Tate was still and his breathing had slowed, Peter turned to look at him. With his enhanced senses he could hear the music coming from the other boy's earphones. A playlist of soft low-fi songs that was soothing in their repetition. Tate was wearing a oversized graphic tshirt with a page from a shojo manga printed on the front, along with a pair of black sweat pants. He had kicked off his shoes and his socked feet were pressed against the leather seats. Peter noticed that his hoodie sat between them. Carefully, Peter picked it up and draped it over Tate's exposed arm.

He then pulled out his phone again and plugged in his own earphones. The rest of the car ride passing in silence.

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"We're here", Happy called as he lowered the partition screen. They had pulled up beside a jet in a private airfield. The jet was not huge but it was a pretty silver. "Wake up Tate", happy called as he got out of the car. Peter turned to the still sleeping Tate. The boy was snoring softly, hoodie still draped around him.

"Hey Tate", Peter called. He remembered that Tate had his earphones in and probably couldn't hear him. Reaching out, he gently poked Tate's hand. The boy stirred, head shifting against the seat. He grumbled something Peter couldn't decipher and curled up tighter.

Peter poked him again. Tate opens one eye to glare at him. "Um", Peter squeaked. "We're at the airfield". Tate yawned widely and made another grumbling noise. He swung his legs off the seat and caught at the hoodie with one hand before it fell off. He pulled it round his shoulders and got out of the car. Peter got his phone out and shut the car door behind him with a slam.

"Come on", Happy called to both boys as he shut the trunk. "I'm not carrying your bags". Tate huffed but obediently grabbed his duffle bag and swung it over his shoulder. Peter began pulling his own carryon.

"Do I need to to the bathroom before?" He asked as Happy pressed a button and the plane stairs folded down.

"There's a toilet on the plane", Happy called as they boarded.

Peter jerked his head into the cockpit as he passed. "Wow! No pilot! Super cool". Tate stepped past and collapsed into one of the seats next to the window. Peter jumping eagerly into the seat opposite. The interior of the plane was nice, calm and not over the top. Four sets of four cream leather seats took up most of the space. Two pairs of seats facing each other with a warm oak style table in between. The back of the plane had a wall separating the toilet from view. Between that and the seats was a small countertop and fridge stocked with snacks and drinks. Happy sat in the back of the plane, as far away from Tate and Peter as he could get.

"Is that where you're going to sit?" Tate asked curiously. They had the whole plane to themselves. Why would peter sit with him when he could have a whole area to himself?

Peter looked at him. The camera on his phone pointing at him. "Yeah?"

"Is this your first time in a private plane?"

"First time on any plane".

Tate smiled. "Okay. You can sit there if you want Pete. I'm going to make a coffee, want a coffee?"

"I thought you were going to try and sleep on the plane?" Peter protested. Tate waved a hand and buckled himself in. Peter paused the video to hurriedly do the same. He picked up the phone again to restart it. Tate grimaced at the camera and pulled his hood low. There was a hum as the engine started.

"Yeah but Happy can't fly a plane".

"You can fly a plane?" Peter gasped.

Tate nodded. "Yeah. But that only if something crazy happens to knock out the autopilot. Which is a extremely rare chance. Stark technology is amazing. Anyway, I was only teasing". He grinned at Peter cheekily. "I just need another coffee. I'll sleep when we get to the hotel". Peter eyed him distrustfully, beginning to catch on to Tate's empty promises. Tate tried to make his face look more sincere. He aims to get some sleep at the hotel. It's a good promise that he intends to fulfil. Unfortunately he just happens to have his father's work ethic. Meaning that he views sleep for the weak and he will sleep when he's dead.

Peter shook his head. "No thanks. I don't need a coffee". Around them, the plane lurched as it began to pick up speed on the runway. Peter jolted and grabbed the armrest of his seat with one hand, the other still holding his phone. "Is it supposed to be making that noise?"

Tate laughed at the other boy's surprised expression. "Chill Petey boy. It's fine". He waved a hand nonchalantly but maybe spoke too soon.

The plane took off. Peter made a muffled squeaking noise at the sudden shift. There was a feeling of stomach plummeting motion sickness as the plane began to gain altitude. Tate took a pack of gum out of his pocket and offered it to Peter. "Chew it. It helps with the ear popping", he said as he stuck a stick in his mouth. "It's apple flavoured". Peter took it nervously and began chewing.

"It does help. This is so freaking weird".

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"Hi. I'm on the plane", Peter waved at his phone camera. His hair was messy and he was wearing a soft looking sweater. The camera switched out of selfie view so that the rest of the plane was visible. Happy was in his seat on the other side of the plane. Shades on and snoring loudly. Tate had his knees to his chest again and had his earphones in. He was scrolling through something on a iPad he had gotten out of his bag. A half eaten bag of crisps lay on the table in front of him along with a bottle of Fanta.

"Happy has fallen asleep", Peter narrated, voice low. The camera zoomed in on Happy's snoring face for a second before switching back to Tate. "So I'm just stuck with Tate here and the mean guy is ignoring me. Tate!" He waved wildly to get the other's attention, voice still quiet as not to wake Happy. His enthusiastic flapping finally made Tate look up. The boy's dark brown eyes lifted and rested on the camera. Confused, he gave a small smile and a wave. The light of the sun lit him with a golden glow as the plane passed over some clouds. It highlighted the golden tone to his skin and the red tones to his hair. There was a pause and a muffled sigh.

Peter's arm entered the frame. It waved at the other boy. "This is Tate. He can't hear me cause he's go his headphones in. He plays music so loud". Tate waved at the camera again, shooting finger guns with a grin. Then he turned his attention back to whatever he was reading on his iPad. "Here. I'll demonstrate", Peter rose his voice. "When your hair falls over your eyes like that, you look like you have a bowl cut". No reaction from Tate. His head continued bobbing slowly along to the beat of whatever he was listening too.

Peter tried again. "You're actually really pretty. Like man, wow. Why aren't you modelling?" Still no reaction. There was the stifled sounds of Peter sniggering. After a moment he let out a sigh. "No really. He's just so nice. It should be illegal to be that nice. Did I tell you that he gave me skull plasters? How adorable". There was a long silent pause. Tate frowned slightly and peered closer at his iPad. Then he relaxed and continued reading. Not showing any sign that he was listening to Peter.

"Yo so yeah. Tate can't hear me. If he could he would disagree at being called adorable. He's ignoring me, which is rude. Definitely rude. But he's Tony Stark's kid so I'll forgive him for it. Also he taught me how to punch without breaking my thumb. Apparently I was doing it wrong before.". The camera shook as Peter shrugged. There was a rustling and it flipped back to selfie mode. Peter waved and grinned.

"Anyway. I'll turn it back on when we reach Germany. I'm going to watch a film and help myself to a bag of crisps".

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AN: The travel chapter. Or basically Peter's home movie. Adorable boys.