Narrator's POV

"Mr. Stark, Dr. Strange." A woman behind a desk in the main office of Oliver's elementary school said.

Tony and Stephen got up front the seats they had been waiting in for fifteen minutes and walked up to the desk.

"Yes?" Tony asked.

"Ms. Casey will see you now." She said.

A door next to her desk opened, it was the principal. She was smiling at them. "Come on in." She invited them in.

"Thank you." Stephen said, stepping into her office. There were two empty chairs in front of her desk.

"Thanks." Tony said, coming in after Stephen. He looked around the office. "Quite a nice place you've got here." He said, then he saw Oliver sitting on a couch against the left wall next to a bookcase. "Oliver? What are you- Are you in trouble? Is he in trouble?" Tony asked.

"Please take a seat." Ms. Casey told them.

Tony looked at Oliver the entire time while he took a seat. "Whatever he did, I assure you he will be punished at ho-"

"Mr. Stark. Your son hasn't done anything wrong." Ms. Casey said.

"Then why have you called us here?" Stephen asked, sitting next to Tony.

"I'm here to discuss some of Oliver's test scores." Ms. Casey said.

"Oh no. Is he..." Tony lowered his voice. "...in need of special classes?"

"Oh no, no. Mr. Stark your son's grades are excellent!" She said, handing him a folder. Stephen leaned in the action. "He's only six years old, and has outranked every student in his first grade class."

"I'm actually six and a half. In three days it'll be six and seven months." Oliver said. All three adults turned to him.

Ms. Casey turned back to Tony and Stephen. "We pushed him up to second grade, outstanding. He scored 100% on his tests. Every single one of them."

Stephen looked back at Oliver who was playing with a small figure in his hands.

Tony looked through the folder, looking at the tests results. "Impressive."

"I've never seen anything like it at this age." Ms. Casey said.

"So you're saying my son is a "GT"?" Stephen looked back at Ms. Casey.

"He's more than gifted and talented Doctor. He is brilliant. We've pushed him as far as sixth grade. He's passed everything with ease." She said. "What do you teach your son? Do you have him on an online program? A private tutor?"

"Uh no." Tony answered, putting the folder down. "He learns only from the best." Tony said.

"Mr. Stark, I'd like to introduce you to a special program where you could-"

"Uh, no thank you." Tony stood up. "I don't have enough time." He signaled Stephen to get up, and Stephen did. "Come on Oliver." Oliver jumped off the couch and went over to his dads' side. They began to walk out the door.

"Mr. Stark." Ms. Casey got up from her seat and followed them. "This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. We have government funding. Any amount of pay that you-"

"I appreciate your offer Miss, but I've got things to do myself, two kids to raise. Not to mention a world to protect. I don't have time to teach the ABC's to two hundred little tikes." He said said. He opened the door of the office. Stephen and Oliver walked out. "Good day." He said, walking out as well. He closed behind him gently.

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"Do you think we should take him to a middle school?" Tony asked.

The family that consisted of three at the moment were driving home in one of Tony's sports cars.

"Of course not. You know how much he'll get picked on?" Stephen said.

Oliver only listened to them discuss his future.

"Or he could make a great impression that no mind is ever too young to shine." Tony said. Stephen only looked at him. "Fine." Tony sighed. "What if he came to work with me in the lab? He'd have plenty to do there while still being at home and being taught by a genius scientist and a brilliant doctor." Tony said.

"I don't know Tony. Isn't he a little too young to messing around with radiation-"

"I don't like science." Oliver said suddenly in the back seat.

Tony looked at him through the rearview mirror. Stephen looked back at Oliver.

"Why not? You're really good at it." Tony said.

"It's the part of the tests you passed with a soaring percentage." Stephen said.

"Yes. It's easy, but it's not something I really enjoy." Oliver said. "It doesn't really catch my attention like art."

"Art?" Tony asked. "Like silly doodles and finger painting-" Stephen cut him off by nudging him in the ribs with his elbow.

"Shh." Stephen hushed him.

"Yes." Oliver smiled. He looked out the window at the blue sky, he blew on the window and fogged it a little. He took his index finger and drew a happy face. "All the patterns and colors. I can feel them. They're soft and rough, rigid and smooth." Oliver said. "I painted the picture we have in the living room." He said.

"You painted that?" Tony asked. "I thought I bought that at an auction."

"It's a beautiful painting of a flower field Oliver. Where did you learn to do that?" Stephen asked.

"It just comes to me Dad. I can see the picture in my mind, then my heart takes the colors and pours them out onto the canvas. I love it. I can feel the colors inside of me." Oliver said.

Stephen and Tony looked at each other.

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Tony opened the door to their home after they'd arrive home. Peter was sitting on the couch, eating chips and watching tv.

"Hey Iron Dad." He greeted. He saw Oliver. "What's Oliver doing out of school already? It's not even 12:30." Peter said. He only had to attend school for three hours since he had enough credits.

"Peter!" Oliver ran over to Peter and jumped on him, pushing him down on the couch. They began to play fight.

"Your little brother, Peter..." Stephen started, closing the door behind him. "...seems to be smarter than your average first grader."

"Huh?" Peter sat up. His hair was messed up. Oliver jumped on his back, holding him in a choke hold.

"Your brother is basically too smart for elementary, so he graduated early." Tony said, taking his sunglasses off and placing them on the small wooden table by the door.

"You hear that Peter?" Oliver said, jumping on his brother's shoulders and falling on his lap. "I'm too smart. That's better than you when you were my age." Oliver said.

"What? No way." Peter looked at him. He looked up at his dads. "Really?"

Tony and Stephen nodded.

"That's impressive." Peter smiled at Oliver. "Wait." He looked up at his dads. "He come to school with me!" He smiled. "Yes!" He jumped up with Oliver in his arms. "Oliver you could come to school with me." He lowered Oliver a little. "Of course he'd be in the middle school division, but that shouldn't matter." He lifted Oliver up again. "We would have the same chemistry class together. Man. Oliver can you imagine how many things we can accomplish in that class together?"

"Oliver doesn't want to major in science." Stephen said.

"Huh?" Peter stopped and looked at his little brother. "You don't?"

"No. I want to do art." Oliver said.

Peter looked at his parents. They gave him a small nod. Peter looked back at Oliver and gave him a soft smile. "Okay. Well..." Peter raised Oliver up high suddenly. "...then you should be the next Da Vinci!"

Oliver smiled. He hugged his brother. "Thank you for supporting me Peter."

Peter hugged his little brother back. "Any time little bro."