The usually long ride felt incredible short that day. Peter didn't know if Happy was driving faster or if it was him that was anxious, it was probably the latter. But regardless that fact, the truth was that the car was already parked in front of the palace.

Peter got out of the car at the same time as Happy, the driver usually handed him to Steve at that point, who would escort him to Mr. Stark office.

"Steve is busy with the dinner preparations" the driver said to him "you can go ahead; you already know the way" he turned around and entered the car leaving Peter there standing alone.

For the first time ever, Peter entered the palace unattended, and for some reason that made him feel nervous.

After a few minutes later, he understood why. Peter was barely halfway there when a voice stopped him.

"What are you doing here" a voice yelled out, he turned around to see a boy about his age walking towards him with a smug look on his face. "You can't be in here" he announced rudely, stopping in front of him

"Mr. Stark is waiting for me" Peter said quietly as to not enrage the boy. Apparently, that didn't work, because after the words came out of his mouth, the boy's face almost went red in rage.

"How dare you speak of the king in that way, have you got no respect" the boy stop for a moment "oh, I see, you are one of the rats from section two" he said noticing his uniform, making Peter shrink trying to hide it "are you looking for a mommy and a Daddy, is that it? "The boy mocked while laughing.

Peter didn't say anything more, letting the boy continue laughing at him while he stood there uncomfortably. He was an orphan, his mother had died when he was little, he doesn't even have any memory of her, but that didn't mean that it didn't hurt when the boy mocked him.

Finally, the boy quiet down, "what are you still doing here! Don't make me call the guards, I already told you that this place doesn't allow people like you" Peter didn't know what to do, the boy clearly hadn't any intention of letting him through. Suddenly a voice interrupts them

"What is going on in here" it was a guard

"This peasant sneak in here looking for the king" the boy accused him. The guard look at him up and down

"What are you doing in here, the academy is a long way from here" the guard inquired

"Mr. Stark, told Mr. Happy to bring me here" he tried to explain felling nervous about the look that the guard threw at him

"I told you to stop treating the King with such disrespect" the boy once again speaks up.

"He is right, do you know the consequences of your actions. First you sneak out of the academy, second you break in the palace, and if that wasn't enough you disrespect the King. You're lucky if you aren't executed." The guard finished the boy, looking smug as ever

"Executed?" Peter stuttered, would be died for something he didn't do. "But I'm telling the truth" Peter cried out

"Enough of this" the guard yelled out, grabbing his arms and snapping a pair of handcuffs

"Sir, please..." Peter said, panicking as the man started to drag him away. At this point, Peter was visibly crying, tears streaming down his face. How could he not, the man was going to kill him

"Quiet" he told him louder, pushing his arm even harder. He winces as he felt the handcuffs cut in his wrists

"What the hell is going on in here" a familiar voice yelled out. Peter could almost gasp in relief when Mr. Stark appeared in front of them

"Your majesty, we found a trespasser in the Palace. Don't worry, everything is under control. I'm taking him to be processed" the guard bowed awkwardly

"I was the one who found him" the boy said proudly "My name is Flash Thompson, Sir" he announced as if he was expecting to receive a prize

Mr. Stark on the other end didn't seem pleased at all, in fact Peter never seen that look on the king's face

"Let go of him now!" he ordered harshly, "and take that thing off" he added. The guard quickly obeyed, letting go of peter, unlocking the handcuffs.

Peter being free of the guard confinements ran to Mr. Stark, tears still running down his face "oh, Kid" Mr. Stark said hugging him trying to comfort him "I'm sorry, Mr. Stark" Peter cried out hiding his face in the man shirt

"Don't bother coming in tomorrow" Mr. Stark said to the guard, "your parents will hear about this" this time it was to the boy, before leading Peter out of the room. None of them said anything while in the walk, Peter still had tears in his eyes, still in shock about the altercation.

Arriving to the living room, Tony sat Peter down on the couch crouching in front of Peter "Pete, Kid are you ok?" he gently asked

Like a cue the tears started to roll down his face once again "I'm sorry, Mr. Stark, Mr. Happy told me to go look for you, I didn't know" peter sobbed

"Hey, kid, It's ok, you didn't do anything wrong. You have every permission to roam free around the palace. I'll make sure you aren't bothered ever again." Tony consoled him, rubbing his back

"You know, what" Mr. Stark exclaimed getting up "I'm cancelling this dinner, you're clearly in no conditions to attend" he said already dialing on the phone

"What? No Mr. Stark, don't cancel it!" peter said looking up

"Are you sure, kid? We can have pizza and a movie again"

"Yes, Mr. Stark, I want to go!" Honestly, Peter didn't want to go, not even five minutes ago he was worried about this dinner, and the offer of Pizza and a movie sounded really appealing. But he couldn't have the King cancel a dinner because of him, he couldn't do that.

"Alright, let's get you ready then" Mr. Stark said unsure before gesturing the teen to follow him

Mr. Stark guided him to a room where he could see a some clothes hanging on a rack. "Alright, shower, and put on that suit, don't worry I will deal with that untamed hair of yours" he said laughing

"Mr. Stark" peter wined but went in the bathroom anyway

Peter made sure to not take very long in the shower, he didn't know how tight thy were on schedule, specially after that whole ordeal, so he didn't want to make them late. He didn't want Mr. Stark to look bad

He stopped in the middle of the room, looking at the choice of clothing for him, it was a navy blue suit, and while Peter never wore a suit in his life this one looked very fancy, Peter didn't even have a word to describe it, it looked different. Pushing his thoughts aside, he starts dressing the piece after piece, and surprisingly enough it fit him perfectly, like it had been made just for him. The last thing that he missed was the tie, and no matter how many times he wrapped it around his neck, he couldn't figure out how it was done.

Just as he gave up letting the piece of fabric flop onto is chest the door open "Peter are you ready" Mr. Stark head pop in the room, before the man lets himself enter. Peter took a minute to analyze him, the king was dressed in a suit that was a copy of what he was wearing, well technically speaking it was his suit that was a copy of the king's. Peter didn't know if it was purely a coincidence or maybe there was a certain dress code

"Mr. Stark, I can't do my tie" Peter said embarrassed, making the king smile.

"I'll help you, don't worry" Mr. Stark didn't even take one minute to tie it, which was a little embarrassing considering that peter spent the last ten minutes figuring out how to do it.

"Let me see your wrists" he said, already rolling his sleeves up to see the damage that the handcuffs had produced. It was just a faint red line, it wouldn't even bruise, But the look on Mr. Stark face didn't seem to agree with that statement. He didn't say anything more, as he let go of his wrist, passing to the next task

Next, the king styled his hair with extreme ease, making once again a pretty fast job.

"Ok, we're almost done, here. We just need one last thing". Mr. Stark said, taking a pin out of his pocket. It was the kingdom blazon with a crown on top, it was gorgeous shining in what must be gold.

Mr. Stark bend down putting the pin on his suit jacket, before letting peter see himself in the mirror

Peter froze, he almost didn't recognize himself, he was so well groomed, he almost looks like a prince, like a carbon copy of Mr. Stark.

Peter never notices how Mr. Stark and himself looked similar to each other, but now looking at them dressed the same, it was almost freakish.