An-Tony wonders how Peter is spending his afternoon and asks Karen to send a live feed, the results are hilarious

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Tony was bored with a capital B. He'd even gotten FRIDAY to tell him all of her jokes, but they weren't all that funny. Suddenly he got an idea.

"Hey FRIDAY, patch Peter's suit AI into the communications," Tony said, now throwing his phone up and down.

"Patching Karen into communications sir." Tony rose an eyebrow

"He named her Karen?" He questioned.

"What can I do for you today sir?" The second AI said, her tone cheerful and peppy.

"What's Peter up to Karen?" He questioned, there was silence for a moment before she answered.

"He appears to be dancing sir." Tony sat up.

"Dancing? Does he do that often?" He was met with silence again.

"Peter often practices a variety of dancing styles, including ballet, hip-hop and ballroom dancing. Peter attends dancing classes, along with going to several dance recitals, gradings, competitions and often practices his routines at home. Peter is in his school's dance team." Tony quirked an eyebrow.

"What's he doing now?" Tony questioned.

"He appears to be practising his 'risky business underwear scene'" Tony shot up from the couch.

"Display live video feed Karen." on que a hologram video showed up of Peter just outside his room. We was sliding past it on the hardwood floors. Tony started laughing when he saw that Peter was in nothing but high socks, a long sleeve white button-down, and his boxers. Peter slid one more time down the hallway, except this time his feet came out from underneath him. He let out a small 'ow', before standing back up again and letting out a triumphant noise when he succeeded. Peter slid again with the same success. Tony was laughing on the couch from when he fell over, clutching his stomach.

"What're you laughing at Tony, we heard someone fall over." Tony turned around to look at Steve, and wiped a tear from his cheek, pointing at the hologram screen and doubling over in laughter. On the screen Peter slid again and fell over again, letting out a frustrated scream. The team were now laughing too as Peter stood up again, limping this time as he went back up the hallway. They gathered around the hologram screen as Peter continued to practice the slid. He suddenly trudged into his room, picking up his phone and unlocking, there was a song blaring through his homemade speakers.

Peter quickly ran out of the room and did the dance from the movie, sliding down the hallway stopping in his doorway. He did the dance perfectly, making the team become a mixture of laughter and awe. He stopped the dance and turned off the music, bending over and putting his hands on his knees, panting. He stood up straight, his face flushed and sweaty. He smiled to himself, pumping his fisting repeatedly in the air excitedly.

"Karen, patch my voice through Peter's mask."

"Done sir."

"Hey, Pete." Peter turned around sharply, going into a fighting stance, his knees locked and fists raised, his pupils dilating and retracting repeatedly, his breathing was unsteady.

"Calm down Underoos I'm patched through your mask." Peter cocked his head, advancing on his mask. "Nice dance skill you've got by the day." Peter stepped back from the mask, blushing deeply.

"You can see me?!" He shouted, quickly running to his wardrobe, throwing it open and cracking the door. "Aw man, May's gonna kill me." He muttered before digging through his drawing to find some pyjama pants, quickly stepping into them, falling over into his ass. Making Tony laugh again. "How long have you been watching?" Peter muttered from the floor, successfully getting his pants on and standing up.

"Since you fell on your ass that first time, the team joined me when they heard me fall off the couch from laughing." Peter blushed darker, sputtering, hiding his face in my hands.

"Why Mr Stark? The whole Avengers team just saw me in my boxers, doing a dance routine of all things." Peter sounded miserable.

"Where'd you learn to dance like that Peter?" Natasha said curiously, Peter looked up, an embarrassed look on his face.

"I've been doing ballet since I was around three, and just kept going from there. I took this hip-hop class in middle school, and took up ballroom dancing so I could dance with May. You have no idea how much of my paycheck from my job goes to buying pointe shoes and leotards." Peter said, shuffling around his room, tidying it up a little. But he quickly gave up, picking up the things off his desk chair, depositing them on his floor so he could sit.

"Why didn't you tell me, Pete, I would be happy to get you everything you need," Tony said, watching Peter carefully, who got visibly uncomfortable when Tony said that.

"I've been able to pay for it by myself since I was twelve I don't need you to get the stuff for me. Besides, I've been practising for a competition that has a pretty bize prize, which should cover me for a while." Peter was fiddling with some fabric on his desk, "And I've been working on this leotard for ages now. Nothing comes in my size cause I'm small for a guy but too big for girl sizes."

"Don't tell me you're doing that risky business number?"Sam said, stifling his laughter. Peter narrowed his eyes at the mask.

"Of course I'm not, I just like learning dances from movies, and posting them on YouTube, that's why my mask is where it is. Last year for the talent show I did the Napolean dynamite dance, I won first place." Peter said, turning back to his desk.

"What are you doing for this competition?" Bruce said, Peter just shrugged.

"I made up some choreography for a dance, I decided on a mix of Ballet and Hip-hop. Took me ages to make the routine, but my dance teacher at school says it's good, and she might have us do it for our next performance if I win the competition." Peter had a content smile on his face as he started sewing.

"You could come to practice at the tower if you wanted? I would love to see what you can do." Natasha said. Peter snapped his head to look at his mask again.

"Really? That would be awesome! I'll bring my pointe shoes next time I come to the tower." Peter said happily. Peter then turned to his doorway, listening for something, without looking away from the door he stood up and started putting his suit away. "I gotta go, May's home. I'll talk to you guys later, I'm still good to come over to the tower tomorrow."

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Tony, of course, wasn't going to let it slide that Peter was funding his resources himself, and he also wanted to know about this competition he was doing. After asking Pepper for permission, he decided to ask Peter about it the next time he had dinner with the team at the tower. Peter, of course, was eating like an elephant, he had been in the dance room with Natasha, they were both conversing about Ballet. Natasha looked excited to have someone she could dance with.

"Sorry to interrupt you guys, but I wanted to ask Peter here something." Peter looked up at Tony suspiciously. He hummed, motioning for Tony to continue.

"Well, I wanted to become your official sponsor." Peter dropped his fork. Looking up at Tony in disbelief.

"But you can't do that!" Peter exclaimed at Tony.

"Yes I can, and I will because I looked you up, you have a hell of a lot of placements up your sleeve." Peter flushed, he didn't think about Tony looking him up, but he knew Tony wasn't going to back down. Peter narrowed his eyes.

"I accept your sponsorship, but what do you want in return?" Peter said, knowing there was an ulterior motive.

"Well, you have to inform me of all competitions you're entering, and where they are, and I'm allowed to enter you into any competition I want, that includes ones overseas. I'll pay for all travels too." Tony said, leaning forward over the table. He had talked to May, and he had found out that Peter had rejected countless competitions or opportunities because they couldn't afford the travel.

"You don't want a percentage of the prize money?" Peter questioned, making Tony laugh.

"I'm a billionaire, Pete. Another condition though, you have to start a dance account on Instagram and post about your upcoming competitions." Peter narrowed his eyes, he didn't mind it obviously, everyone at school already knew he danced. He shrugged, taking Tony's outstretched hand.

"Deal." He said, smiling happily, he might even be able to quit his job at the market.

"I'll have Pepper draw up the paperwork."

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Peter was currently backstage, and Tony was in the audience. Except when he peeked out of the curtain he saw the entirety of the Avengers sitting there with May, he almost fainted right then and there and he hadn't even done his performance.

After doing his number he didn't even spare a glance at the team, he didn't want to risk blanching. He was nervously stood in a line with the other dancers, except they all had much better-looking leotards. Peter suddenly got nervous, he knew he should have spent more time on it. But it was too late, they had already announced the third and second place.

"And first place goes to," The announcer paused for dramatic effect, making the rest of the dancers lean forward in anticipation, "Peter Parker!" Peter almost cried as he walked forward and shook each of the judge's hands and the announcers, before receiving his trophy. It was the biggest one he'd one yet. He was definitely crying as the cameras flashed in his direction, he flashed his camera smile and waved before descending the stairs on the side of the stage. He was enveloped in a massive group hug from May and the Avengers.

"God Pete, where are we gonna put that trophy, that's your biggest one yet!" May exclaimed, examining the trophy in Peter's hands.

"I know! I can't believe I won!" He said May pulled him into another hug.

"I'm so proud of you! You deserve it honey, you've been practising for this for so long!" Peter nodded into her shoulder, he pulled back so he could wipe his face.

"Aw man, my makeup ran." He grumbled as the team left the building, Tony was carrying his bag, while Peter held the trophy. They laughed at Peter's words, Tony ruffled Peter's hair.

"Come on Underoos, let's get some food in you."