This was difficult. This was strange to navigate. Tony felt so sure about himself when they were dealing with codenames and costuming, but the issue of money was weirdly fraught. He wondered if his father had ever had trouble with it, having a kid around to support. The financial part. But no, that relationship had been too strained for Tony to ever ask for more than what Howard currently thought he deserved, and by Peter's age he was living in Boston anyway.

Tony sighed at Peter's beaten tennis shoes.

"I'm always going to ask. But I'll try not to ever insist," he finally decided. "If you feel like you have your clothes handled on your own terms, that's fine. I'll put it toward your laptop and calculator. But a few hundred isn't going to make or break me for the month. And I'm not the sort that believes that making you support yourself this young will do you any moral good."

Tony pinched his nose.

"I think I'm saying I don't understand your decision here but I'm going to respect it."