Peter quickly finished his drink - which tasted surprisingly good - as Tony escorted Catherine. He jumped to his feet as Tony came back and practically jumped into his arms. Bruce stood up as well, a warm expression on his face as he watched them. Peter held on tight to Tony, making sure he didn’t use too much strength. He didn’t want to hurt the man. It suddenly hit him that Tony was his guardian now. It made him feel giddy with excitement. He kept hugging Tony when the man didn’t let go, but after a few moments he became restless. Now that he knew he was staying he was brimming with energy. He needed to do something. Spar with Natasha, maybe even find Bucky and ask if he wanted to start teaching him how to use a knife today. As soon as Tony let go. Peter chuckled as he pulled back. “You can let go, I’m not going anywhere. Face it Tones, you’re stuck with me now.” There was a big grin on his face. “I’m gonna tell the others and then find Natasha for that sparring match. I’ll go to the lab afterwards and we can work on the Mark IX then!” He didn’t wait for a reply, just ran off. Back to the kitchen to see if anyone was still there.<br/><br/>Bruce chuckled as Peter took off. He walked over to stand next to Tony, an amused expression on his face. “So you finally got him to stop calling you mr Stark.” He had noticed the use of the nickname. Without a mr even. The only person he didn’t use a title with was Natasha. When Bruce had asked him about it, he said that May had raised him to always address adults with mr and ms and not doing it felt wrong. Bruce had thought the kid would call him mr Stark until the day he died. Seemed he was wrong about that. He gave Tony a quick peck on his cheek as he placed one hand on his shoulder. “Congratulations, you have a teenager. Now you can’t deny that you’re his dad anymore.”