It was a Saturday afternoon— some time after 1pm— Taehyung wasn’t actually quite sure. He’d been trying to figure out how to use this new device Mr stark gave him since 11am. It was supposed to go on his wrist, then with a press of a button it was supposed to transform him into his spider suit— the only issue was, he really couldn’t figure it out— yet, pride had gotten in the way of the 16 year old calling up the familiar iron man— until now, that was.

The 16 year old stood with his phone to his ear— patiently counting the rings that had passed. The man had this rule that if he didn’t pick up past the 6th ring— he was busy. Luckily for Taehyung, by the 5th ring, the phone picked up.

“Mr stark?”

The teenage boys voice rang out.