Happy open the door to their suite and strolled in. Tony had gotten them all a family suite to share in a hotel on the edge of Berlin. The suite was comprised of  two double rooms, each with a en-suite bathroom and a shared living space. Happy immediately veered for the first bedroom. "You two are sharing", he called over his shoulder as he opened the door. "Sort it out between yourselves. We need to leave again in three hours".

"Thanks Happy", Tate called back sarcastically. He yawned again and stretched his arms up above his head with a groan. Peter, who hadn't stopped gaping through out their trip through Berlin, also yawned. New York was six hours behind Germany and they had just been on a nine hour flight. Both boys had managed to sleep through most of it, and were not running entirely on sugar. But travelling was still exhausting. They both crossed over to their bedroom door and Peter pushed it open.

It was a typical hotel room. With a white and cream colour scheme and matching furnishings. Most of the floor space was taken up by a large double bed. Matching bedside tables and desk lamps were mirrored on each side. There was a plain wardrobe and a secondary door to the bathroom. Early morning light streamed through the large windows, unhindered by the inner layer of thin white privacy curtains. It was eight in the morning in Berlin. They had flown through most of the night. Tate took in the room and inwardly cursed his father. Why couldn't Tony have gotten them a room with two singles? He had a feeling that his dad was out to embarrass him. Fuck.

Tate yawned again and decided not to make a big deal over it. He walked over to the left side of the bed, dumping his duffle bag on the floor and flopped unceremoniously onto the covers. His limbs sprawled out like a starfish. Peter remained where he was. "Are we going to share a bed?" He asked hesitantly. Tate rolled over onto his back and peered up at him.

"Seems so. You nervous?" He grinned teasingly. "Relax Petey boy. I'm not going to ravage you in your sleep". He tugged a one of the four pillows over and placed it in the centre of the bed. He patted it with a smile. "There. That's just in case I try to sleep hug you. I'm a bit of a hugger in my sleep. So I apologise in advance".

Peter opens his mouth to say that that wasn't what he was worried about then quickly shut it again. Instead he shrugged and tried to play it cool. "Okay. Sure. I've shared beds before. This one is large enough anyway". He sat down on his side and bounced slightly on the mattress, laughing at the spring.

Tate yawned again. "I'm going to have a nap. If you're not going to sleep could you wake me in two hours? Or set a alarm?" He asked. Peter nodded and Tate smiled. "Cool, thanks". With that, he pulled his earphones back out and rolled over. Peter watched as he nuzzled his head into the pillow, dark black hair strewn over the white surface. After a long moment, Tate's breathing deepened. Peter sighed quietly and sat back against the headboard, pulling out his phone.

It was almost half an hour later when Peter froze. He had been watching YouTube videos with his earphones in, muffling his laughter with his hand. He was just scrolling through them when the bed moved. Peter looked over and froze. Tate had rolled over in his sleep. His black hair was messy and he had wrapped his arms around the pillow he had put between them earlier. Peter watched as the boy nuzzled closer and brought his leg up. Tate's leg fell on top of Peter's and the boy curled his ankle around Peter's calf. Peter froze, unsure wether to move his leg or not. Tate mumbled something inaudible and continued snoring softly.

Peter pressed his hands to his face in frustration.

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"Tate". There was a hand shaking his shoulder. "Tate wake up".

Tate berried his face deeper into his pillow and yawned. He stretched his arms up as his shoulders popped. There was a muffled laugh. Tate blinked open his eyes to glare blearily at Peter. The boy was sat on the bed next to him, looking down at him with a amused expression. "What?"

Peter grinned nervously. "It's been two hours. And mr Stark is here". At the mention of his father, Tate groaned into the pillow again. He sat up and ran a hand through his hair. The black strands sticking out in every direction in typical bed head fashion. Tate pushed himself odd the mattress and began to try and straightened his sleep rumpled clothing. It was for naught and he gave up. Peter followed behind him as he left the bedroom and strolled into the living space.

Tony was seated on one of the velvet red sofas, a mug of coffee on the table in front of him along with two silver cases. The living space was well lit and airy. In the same cream colours as the bedrooms but with red furniture and red accents on the curtains. Three sofas formed a u shape around a glass coffee table, facing a large flat screen TV. The tv was off but Tony had half a dozen holographic screens projected in the air before him. He was talking to someone on the phone. Upon seeing the boys, he smirked and sent Tate a wink, gesturing to the pot of coffee and mugs on the table. Tate ignored him, veering straight for the coffee. He poured himself a mug and added cream and sugar. Peter grimaced as he saw the amount of sugar Tate was adding.

"Hello boys. Nice flight?" Tony asked once he was off the phone. Peter nodded while Tate waved a hand.

"Uh thank you mr Stark".

"Don't worry about it kid". Tony smiled. "Happy has just gone out for food. Don't want to go into a fight with a empty stomach. Take out good? Yeah? Cool. Now Peter did you bring your suit?"

Peter jumped. "Oh my suit? It's in my case. I'll just go"-

"Dad stop teasing him", Tate interrupted. He sat down on one of the sofas, sipping his coffee. Smiling at Peter, he gestured to the large silver cases. "Don't worry about your old suit Pete. We made you and upgrade".

"By we he means me", Tony pointed at himself. Ignoring how Peter's eyes were currently as wide as saucers.

"As if dad. You may have done all the hypothetical designs but who actually built it last night? You were busy with other things", Tate rolled his eyes with a huff. Tony laughed.

"That's got to count for something. But yes. Tate did do the actual building part. It's the case on the left Peter. Tate, yours is in the other one".

"Can I open it?" Peter asked, almost vibrating with eagerness. Tony nodded and Peter practically teleported to the case. He flipped the latches with shaking fingers. Two clicks sounded as he pushed back the lid. Instantly the case founded out into three areas. The sides of it founding out to the side, each containing a series of web shooters and capsules of web fluid. In the main part of the case, the suit was revealed. It was a ultralight, skintight material filled to possibly bursting with as much nanotech that Tate and Tony could throw at it. It had the same themes as Peter's original costume. Red and dark blue decorated with the design of black spiders web around the body. The mask was just like Peter's original goggles, but bigger and with filters and lenses to help him in battle. Above each compartment of the case hovered a little holoscreen which listed the materials and design features.

Peter was silent for a moment, just staring.

"It's a minor upgrade", Tony smirked. "Just a small one".

"Holy hell", Peter breathed. "This is the coolest thing I have ever seen! It's for me? Oh my god". His voice was squeaky with joy and excitement. Tate smiled proudly into his coffee. A little bubble of warmth coiling in his chest.

"Can I put it on?"

Tony waved a hand, a amused smile on his face. "Go ahead kid. Tap the chest so that it fits". Peter let out a little whoop, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he carefully took the suit out of the case. He held it up in the air before him, wonder on his face.

"Thank you guys so much!" He called as he raced back to the bedroom. The door slammed behind him.

Tony chuckled and shook his head. "Want to take a look at yours Tate?"

"Is it red and gold?" Tate asked suspiciously. He personally thought that the iron man brand of red and old looked gaudy. He got up and placed his now empty coffee mug on the table, striding round to face his own case. Tate tried not to let the flutter of anxious anticipation show on his face. Holding his breath, he flicked the catches and the case folded itself out before him.

"I know it's a year early and Pepper wanted you to wait until you were sixteen", Tony spoke as Tate examined the suit. "But I think you're ready and you've proved yourself time and time again. You've also proved that no matter what I do, you are always going to find a away in. Did I tell you about the lecture fury gave me last time he found you hacking shield files?" Tony broke off as Tate caught him in a hug. He buried his head in his father's shoulder, momentarily overcome by emotions. Tony stilled and pressed a hand to Tate's head.

"Your mother would be so proud of you. I know that I have not been the best role model or parent, what with the hero thing. But this is dangerous Tate. I can't stop you but I can make sure that you're as well prepared as possible. If you want to help me, you shall. But promise me that you will only provide backup. No direct confrontation". He reminded sternly as Tate pulled away.

Tate smiled cheekily and saluted. "Yes dad". Tony's face relaxed into a fond look. He ruffled Tate's hair.

"Good boy. Now I must go and meet Natasha. See you in a hour". With a wave, he was walking out of the hotel room.

Now alone, Tate looked down at the suit on the table. It was mostly cloth like, similar to Peter's in a way. Less metal armour. There was no hover board, which was a shame. Instead in the left compartment sat a pair of metal boots. They were painted silver and came up to Tate's knees. A matching helmet sat in the compartment opposite. The mask fitting the well known iron man style. The third compartment contained a pair of gauntlets and a chest plate. The whole suit mostly silver with dark maroon red accents. In the middle of the chest plate was a red circle. A mimic of Tony's arc reactor heart. It made Tate want to tear up looking at it.

He picked up the helmet, tossing the lightweight structure lightly up and down in his hands. He started at the iron man mask for a long minute, hoping that he had made the right decision.

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