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At Peter's house in Queens
"Peter!" May called "I don't feel so well! Help!"
Peter came racing down the stairs, his heart pounding. He knew his aunt has a brain tumour but she has never asked for help before.
Oh god oh god oh god, thought Peter as he skidded into the kitchen. He ran over only to hear a sickening thud as his aunt and safekeeper collapsed onto the floor, head oosing blood.
"May" Peter yelled as he ran to her side, "May, May, MAY! Don't go, please! DON'T GO!"
Peter felt her wrist desperately trying to find a pulse. There was none. She was dead.
Peter stepped back, shaking, and cursing himself for not having the power to save his 'Aunt', who looked after him and kept him away from the media. Sighing, Peter reached for his million dollar top or the range StarkPhone and called the only person he could think of.
At the same time at the Avenger's compound
All the Avengers are hanging out in the central common room when Friday announced an incoming call for Tony from 'The Intern'. Tony immediately sad upright and raced out of earshot (Both super and normal) to receive the call. All the Avengers looked puzzled at this behaviour.
On the phone between Tony and Peter
"Hey, Dad, I have a bit of a *sniff sniff* situation *muffled sobbing*" Peter whispered
"Hey, Bambi, calm down, what's wrong your heart rate is spiking and F.R.I.D.A.Y is worried about you. Is it another power? What's that your on now? 25 powers? I really need to find out how many you're gonna get, for all we know you could have an infinite number of powers! Are you hurt?" Tony hurridly whispered back, being mindful of Peters advanced hearing.
"I..i ..it's May" Peter sobbed "She...she...she's dead"
Tony was silent for a few seconds, taking in the information.
The Avengers Common Room
"Oi, Tony" Natasha called from her place in Bruce's lap (This was normal behaviour for the pair and everyone secretly was betting whether they were dating or married or just good friends)"Who's on the phone?"
Drat, Tony thought, what do I say now?
"Tony, you hear us?" Steve asked his friend worriedly.
"Hmm, oh yeah, it's my intern, his aunt has died and he is asking if he can stay at the tower as he doesn't have a good record with the orphan system. Would you guys and girls mind?" Tony spoke breathlessly.
"Wait, you have an intern! How old is he or she!" Clint jumped up and ran over.
"Wait, hang on," Tony said before turning back to the phone and walking out of earshot
Back on the phone call "Hey, Bambi? I'm sending happy over to collect you, you can stay at the tower as my intern. It will also allow me to keep a close eye on your... abnormalities?"
"Oh thank you, Dad.." Peter mumbled.
"Call me Mr Stark when you come here just so no-one realises." Tony cut in.
"Oh... Ok. Happy's here, ill see you soon. Love you 'Mr Stark'." Peter said sarcastically yet lovingly.
Tony hung up the phone and turned to walk back to the Avengers common room, sighing loudly.
The Common Room
The minute he entered a flood of questions was thrown at him, the majority from Clint.
"Wooooo, "Tony said in surprise, "One at a time, please!"
"Me first," Clint announced loudly "How old is he? "Twenty? Twenty-five?"
"Uh, he's fourteen," Tony said slowly.
"WHAT!!!"everyone yelled in surprise, "YOU HATE TEENS!"
"Peter's more mature than some of you, "Tony said, glaring at Clint who was blowing bubbles, "And he has a higher IQ than me and Dr Banner combined. There no way I'm letting another company take him."
"Gee, he's gotta be something to have that level of IQ. Great, we get an arrogant twat who's parents paid Tony to take their son in." Banner complained. Natasha agreed with this statement as she nuzzled deeper into Bruce's lap.
"Actually sir, Mr Parker is an orphan who graduated MIT at twelve." F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke up, "He is here now, do you want me to bring him to you?"
"NO!" Tony yelled, "I'll get him, give him some food and a room then come back here"
With that Tony ran out of the room, the others staring after him in confusion.
"Who the hell is that kid and why is he so special?" Bucky asked Pepper, who had just walked into the room.
"What kid?" Pepper asked confused.
"He's called Peter... I think." Natasha replied.
"Oh," Pepper exclaimed, "Peter! He's Tony's personal intern and he made that arm for you Bucky. Heck if Tony wasn't so protective of the kid I would be training him as my intern and I know Dr Cho thinks the same."
At that moment Tony walked back into the room, clearly worried but trying not to show it.
"So Tony," Natasha asked, "When can we meet this intern of yours?"
"Soon," Was Tony's response, "I might bring him here for dinner, Poor child is starving."
Everyone exchanged glances. Why was Tony, the cold heartless billionaire so worried about his intern?
"If you excuse us, I believe we all need to go to bed so we don't disturb said child at dinner," Natasha spoke up sending a glare around the group that read 'move it or die, I shall play detective.' then glanced softly up at Bruce and wordlessly asked him to move, if he, please.
Everyone slowly stood, groaning, and made their way out of the room.
"You'll like him, Clint, "Tony called after them, "He's exceptional at archery and shooting and has been trained since five by S.H.I.E.L.D to fight."
"WHAT!" Yelled everyone, "S.H.I.E.L.D!"
"I'll tell you tomorrow," Tony shooed them away before turning to collect his Kiddo from the lift. Tony brought the silent child into the kitchen, gave him a bowl of porridge as it was quick to make then after he had eater, Tony sent the child off to the spare room closest to his, before going to his own room and falling asleep with his arms around Pepper. He would talk to his kid tomorrow, but Peter needed to rest for now.
In Bruce's room two hours later at midnight
"Hey, Brucie?" Natasha whispered as she poked her head through the hidden door that connected the pair's rooms. The door was so well hidden that not even Tony knew about it.
"Yes, Nat? Is it bad nightmares again?" Bruce asked his wife as he shifted over in bed so she could sit down. Nat walked silently over to his bed and sat in between his legs and lay back silently sobbing. Bruce ran his hands through her hair and she relaxed at his touch. "That bad huh?"
Natasha didn't reply, for she was asleep now she was safe in her husband's arms. Bruce sighed and went back to sleep, arms wrapped protectively around his Nat.