better than your dreams//tony stark

♡twenty four♡

"A simple "I love you" means more than money."

Frank Sinatra

We sit in Tony's car on the way to Peter's apartment. I sit next to Happy in the front seat while Tony and Peter sit in the back. Peter has a phone facing him.

"What are you doing, a little video diary?" Tony asks.

Peter looks at him embarrassed. "Yeah."

I smile at him. "It's all right. I'm sure Tony would do the same."

Tony smiles at me.

"I told him not to do it. He was filming everything," Happy tells us from the driver's seat.

"It's okay," Tony tells him.

"I'm gonna wipe the chip," Happy assures.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. You know what? We should actually... We should make an alibi video for your aunt anyway. You ready?" Tony asks. Tony takes off his sunglasses, revealing his badly bruised face.

"Yeah, hold on," Peter states.

"We rolling?" Tony asks.

"An alibi? Sure," Peter says.

"Get in the frame," Tony instructs.

"Okay," Peter says.

"Hey, May. How you doing? What are you wearing? Something skimpy, I hope," Tony jokes. I shoot Tony a look and Peter turns to Tony with a frown on his face. Tony chuckles and pats Peter's shoulder, whose face now wears an uncomfortable smile. "Peter, that's inappropriate. All right, let's start over. You can edit it."

"Mm-hmm." Looking at Tony, Peter chuckles.

"Three, two, one. Hey, May. My gosh, uh, I wanted to tell you what an incredible job your nephew did this weekend at the Stark internship retreat. Everyone was impressed." Tony is putting on a solemn face. Peter offers the camera a wide-eyed, tight-lipped smile, trying to look innocent.

Happy honks the horn. "Come on! It's a freaking merge." Happy looks to me. "I'm sorry."

"This is because you're not on Queens Boulevard," I tell him.

"See, Happy is... is hoping to get bumped up to asset management. He was forehead of security, and before that, he was just a driver," Tony states.

I chuckle. "Occasional babysitter."

Happy gives Tony a sidelong glance. "That was a private conversation. I don't like joking about this. It was hard for me to talk to you about that."

"No, seriously, was he snoring a bunch?" Tony asks.

Happy slams on the brakes, making the car screech to a stop. "All right. Here we are. End of the line. Whoops."

Tony laughs and films Peter, who looks a bit pale. "Happy, can you give us a moment?"

"You want me to leave the car?" Happy questions.

"Why don't you grab Peter's case out of the trunk," Tony offers. Happy reluctantly getting out of the car. "AP, why don't you join us back here?"

I give Tony a look. "You want me to squeeze into the back seat with you?"

Tony nods his head. "Yes. Come on."

I roll my eyes knowing I'm not going to win this battle. I squeeze into the backseat between Tony and Peter. "Sorry, Peter."

Peter's film finally stops rolling. He slowly lowers his phone, shocked. "I can keep the suit?"