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It was Peter's first day of school, and to say Peter was excited would be an understatement. Tony and Peter had gone school supply shopping a couple of days beforehand, and he was allowed to pick out a couple of new outfits, including one for the first day of school. Peter had been excited when he found a shirt with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on it, and so there he was on the first day wearing it.
“Hey Pete, look at me, give me a big smile, and say cheese,” Steve said, holding up a camera to take a photo of Peter on his first day of elementary school.
“Cheese!” Peter said, grinning widely.
“What a great smile kiddo, Happy, can you take a photo of us three please,” Tony asked the stoic man.
“Of course boss.” Steve handed Happy the camera, and the two men stood behind Peter, and bent down smiling.
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Peter walked through the gates of the school, nervous but excited, with his uncles walking behind him. They all headed to the principal's office, as Peter had never attended the school before, he would be getting a tour around the school by the principal.
Peter had memorized the layout of the school in anticipation of the upcoming year, so he knew where his classroom was, but still was made to have a tour. Peter didn't mind this, he was just excited to be going to this school. His Uncles and Peter entered the principal's office, where they were met with the man.
“Good morning Peter, my name is Dr. Knight.” The man said, extending his hand out for Peter.
“Good morning Dr. Knight,” Peter shook his hand, before sitting down on one of the seats that were set up in front of the man's desk.
“Good morning,” Tony said as he and Steve also sat down.
“Here's the plan, I’ll be taking Peter on a quick tour of the school, before we get him settled in his classroom. His teacher is Ms. Watson, she's a lovely teacher, who is loved by all of her students, and I'm sure Peter will thrive in her class.” the man smiled at Peter, “She loves electronics especially, something I've heard you're quite fond of, young man.”
“Yes sir!” Peter exclaimed, turning to his uncles, grinning.
“Well, shall we start this tour?”
“Yes please!” all 4 of them stood up, Peter's uncles getting up and talking to Peter.
“Good luck for your first day kiddo,” Steve said, “we'll be here to pick you up this afternoon.”
“See you later,” Tony said to him, Peter hugged them goodbye, “Have a good day Pete.”
They both left the school, watching as their kid started his tour.
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Peter had finished the tour of the school with Dr. Knight and was now at his new classroom.
“This is your class young man, I'll introduce you to the class, and then let you settle in.”
“Yes sir” the man opened the door, and the class all turned to Peter, this was the first time all day Peter had felt any anxiety. He suddenly felt self-conscious standing there, a kind-looking woman stood up from behind her desk.
“Hello Dr. Knight, this must be Peter?” she said, her voice sounding angelic to Peter, Peter looked up at her and nodded. “That's awesome, I've heard so many great things about you.”
“I'll leave you to it, Ms. Watson,” he said to her, “ take care.” and he was gone.
“Why don't you introduce yourself a little bit Peter?” she said to him, still smiling at him. The whole class was still staring at him.
“Umm I don't know what to say?” he whispered to her.
“That's ok Peter, how about you say your name and something you love?” she prompted. Peter turned to the class.
“Umm, my name is Peter Parker, and I- umm I love Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.” He said, barely above a whisper.
“That's so cool Peter. Welcome to my classroom, I am looking forward to teaching you this year,” she cooed, “why don't you sit next to Ned over there? Ned, can you please wave.” Peter walked over to the back of the class, and sat down next to the kid named Ned, and put his school bag under his desk.
“Hi, I’m Ned!” the kid said excitedly, “do you like Star Wars?”
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Peter absolutely loved his new school. He and Ned were becoming friends, and he thought Ned was one of the coolest people he had ever met. Ned tried giving him one of his mom's lumpia at lunch, Peter then had to explain to him he was allergic to so many things. Normally when he told his classmates, they made fun of him. Instead Ned wanted to protect Peter, and made sure Peter told him how to use an EpiPen, and what to do in an emergency.
Peter loved his teacher, she was the coolest teacher he had ever had. And he was able to do electronics at school. He had never been happier at school. She even liked to talk to Peter, and his classmates, about all their different interests. She truly cared for her students.
Even though there was one kid, Eugene Thompson, who liked to tease Peter, he couldn't have been happier at school. Plus Peter ignored him, cause he made people call him Flash, which in Peter's opinion, was the stupidest nickname he had ever heard in his life.
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Peter's Uncles did what they promised, and were there to pick up Peter every day after school, until the Thursday that week. Instead of his Uncles picking him up, it was Happy.
“Hey Happy, where's Uncle Steve and Tony?” he asked the man, as he hopped into the front of the black Audi.
“Sorry kiddo, but you're stuck with me this afternoon, they both had to go and protect New York,” he said to the kid, as he started driving.
“What's wrong?”
“Some dumbass aliens, who decided to invade us.”
“Language Happy,” Peter said very seriously, Happy couldn't help but laugh.
“Looks like your Uncle Steve has taught you that.”
“Yeah, he constantly tells Uncle Tony off,” Peter said, frowning.
“How about we get some slushies, and you don't tell your uncle Steve about this.”
“Deal.”
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Tony and Steve were in the med bay, Rhodey was in a different cubicle being checked up on. Tony thankfully hadn't been injured in the fight, but Steve had taken a hit to the head. Rhodey took a hit to his arm.
“Steve, you need to sit still.” Tony pleaded with the concussed man, “Let the doctors do their job.”
“No,” Steve slurred, trying to rip out his I.V. The nurses and Doctor were trying to get Steve to lay down, looking already over treating the super soldier. “I've gotta go.”
“Mr, Rogers if you don't let us treat you, we'll have to sedate you.” the doctor said.
That triggered something in Steve, as soon as he said that, he tried jumping off the bed, but failed. As soon as he tried to get up, all 3 nurses and the Doctor tried to hold him back, thankfully successfully.
“Nurse Reid, get me 10 mg of Captain America’s special diazepam.” the doctor said through gritted teeth trying to hold Steve back. The nurse injected it into Steve's I.V. Port, and within a few minutes, he was slumped against the bed.
“Mr. Stark, we are going to take him up to get a CT scan, you need to get checked up.” the Doctor said, steering Tony towards an empty cubicle, a nurse following in toe.
“I'm fine,” Tony said gruffly.
“I'm sure you are sir, but it's precautionary.” the nurse, said. She was the same one who had gotten the sedative earlier.
Tony smiled at her, “Nurse Reid was it?” she nodded at him. “I am truly fine. So why don't why wrap it up here, and you let me go? I'll wait around for Steve, you can go for your lunch break, and well keep this between us ok?”
“Sir, please sit down so I can check you over.” she guided Tony, who was still standing up, to the bed. And then started her exam, much to Tony's distaste.
It took her 10 minutes before she was satisfied Tony was actually okay, “you do seem to be ok. But I would like for you to have dinner here. Due to your past history of neglecting yourself and eating, I would like for you to eat something before I release you to see Steve.”
Before Tony could protest, Jarvis spoke, “Sir, Peter is requesting to visit you and Mr. Rogers.”
“Send him and Happy down here Jarvis.” he said, turning to the nurse, “can you get me a sandwich and green jello please.”
“Yes sir.”
Within 5 minutes Peter was sitting next to Tony, eating the jello, while Tony ate a basic dairy-free cheese and ham sandwich.
“How was school today? Sorry, I couldn't be there to pick you up.”
“It's ok Uncle Tony. Happy took me out to get a slushy after school.”
“What flavor did you get?”
“Orange. It was so good!” Peter beamed, finishing off his jello. “Can I have another one?”
“Of course kid, let me get-” Before Tony could finish Rhodey burst through the door, arm in a cast.
“Those damn nurses wouldn't tell me what room you were in so I-” he could finish, he saw the seen before him. Some scrawny little kid, hunched over Tony's bed, eating the last of a jello cup. Tony was lying on the bed, half a sandwich eaten, proudly talking to this kid.
“Who the hell is that?” Rhodey said, shocked at what he was seeing, “Did you steal a kid?”
“What?! No. this is my nephew, Peter.” he said, putting the rest of his sandwich down.
“Since when do you have a nephew?”
“It's a long story.”
“I'm listening.”
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Tony and Rhodey were sitting in Tony's dining room, both having a cup of coffee in their hands. Happy took Peter earlier, already putting him down for bed. Steve was still in the med bay, being observed.
“Could you please explain why you have a kid here? And why I was never told about him?” Rhodey finally asked.
“About a month ago I got a call from social services about the kid, I was his only living relative.” Tony started, “I still don't know how they managed to get my number.”
“And you never knew about him?”
“No, it was a surprise for me to learn about.”
“How are you related to him?” Rhodey asked, sipping his coffee.
“He's my half-nephew,” Tony responded.
“Half-nephew?”
“Yes, half-nephew. From what I've been told, my father had an affair with a woman when I was a child, and she gave birth to a little girl, my half-sister, Peter's mother. He paid child support to the woman for 18 years, never had contact with her or my half-sister, and acted like he never had her.” Tony sipped his coffee, before continuing, “I don't know why neither of my parents told me about my half-sister. The mother died when she was in her mid 40s, from cancer. His other grandparents died in the same plane crash as his parents”
“Will he be staying?” Rhodey asked, genuinely curious.
“Yeah. He's a really great kid. I see a lot of myself in him.”
“How come you never told me about him?”
“It happened so fast, I didn't have time to tell many people. I was going to tell you eventually, I didn't want it to happen this way.”
They talked for many hours discussing Peter, and his guardianship. What his interests were. It was well into the night before they finished talking.
“You should come over sometime and get to know the kid better, You'll love him.”
“Yeah, I will. Does any of the team know?”
“No, just you. We’ll tell them eventually.”
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Steve was released the following afternoon, with strict rules to have bed rest for the following couple of days. Much to Steve's displeasure, even he had to admit this was the worst concussion he had ever sustained. He was resting in the lounge on the couch, when he heard the elevator doors opening, with Tony and Peter coming out. Peter ran straight over to the lounge to talk with his uncle.
“Uncle Steve, are you feeling better?” Peter asked him.
“Hey squirt, yeah I'm feeling better. How was school?”
“It was good! I made a new friend. His name is Ned. He loves Star Wars and he's Filipino. He taught me some words in Tagalog, want me to teach you some?” Peter started rambling, Steve could feel his headache getting worse, but didn’t want to disappoint him.
“Hey Pete, remember what we talked about earlier?” Steve silently thanked Tony.
“Oh yeah, sorry Uncle Steve.”
“It's okay, how about we do a raincheck and you teach me some Tagalog in a couple of days when I’m feeling better?”
“Ok, Uncle Steve!” Peter was disappointed, to say the least, but he understood Steve needed to rest.
“Hey, how about some sorbet kiddo?” Tony said, knowing the kid was eager to tell his uncle about his week in depth, and was disappointed he couldn't. And sorbet was the kid's favorite dessert.
“Yes please!” Peter exclaimed, running to the dining room table.
“Alright, 1 scoop of sorbet coming up,” Tony couldn't help but laugh at Peter's enthusiasm. A couple minutes later Peter was sitting down with a bowl of mango sorbet in front of him. Tony brought a bowl over for Steve when he heard it. Wheezing. The wheezing coming from Peter.
“Peter? Kid?” Tony called over to him, hoping he was mishearing the wheezing. “Peter, you need to answer me.”
Still no reply, Tony got up and ran over to the kid. Steve followed him. Peter was holding his throat, his face was flushed and he was covered in hives.
“Shit, Steve get the EpiPen, Jarvis notify whatever doctor is on call right now,” Tony spoke calmly, but on the inside, he was trying to have a panic attack. Peter was dying right in front of him, and he was scared.
“Dr Hu has been made aware of the situation, he is approximately 2 minutes away before he and his team reach you,” Jarvus said over the intercom.
A minute later Steve ran into the room with the EpiPen, and as soon as he got to Peter, he jabbed it into the side of his thigh. The team on call arrived just after.
“Mr. Stark you'll need to let us work, please move to the side.” Dr Hu said to the man, a nurse guiding them away so that the team could work on Peter. They loaded the boy onto the gurney and pushed him towards the med bay.