Always Been My Hero
Tony was in the kitchen making his fifth cup of coffee when he heard Rhodey talk from somewhere in the adjacent dining room.
“So what made you want to become a superhero?”
“Do you remember Stark Expo?” Peter responded.
Tony froze. From somewhere in the other room, Rhodey snorted.
“Of course I remember Stark Expo. Hammer tried to turn my suit into one of his little toys!” Rhodey said.
“I was there,”
“I was wearing this… Iron Man mask, and this fake little gauntlet on my hand and one of those HammerTech… things… landed in front of me. I raised the gauntlet to try and scare him off… didn’t really work. The thing didn’t seem to care that I was way too short and armorless to be the real Iron Man. Then Mr. Stark, he landed behind me and he took out the HammerTech thing with one blast of his repulsor. Then he took off again,”
Tony remembered that. He remembered that little boy, no older than 8, standing in front of the metal monstrosities with a fake gauntlet strapped to his hand, showing no fear.
“He didn’t tell me to stop being the hero… he didn’t admonish me for acting like an idiot… I wanted to be like him,” Peter said.
“He wants me to be better than him. But he’s Iron Man! He’s Tony Stark!” Peter enthused.
“He’s always been my hero,”