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Disclaimer: Despite ardent and repeated requests, Stan Lee has still refused to give me the rights to Marvel. Shocking, I know.

TW: Bullying. School. Tooth-rotting fluff.

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Peter didn't know when the ritual started. Maybe because he always kissed them when he hugged them. Maybe because he kissed them every time they had a panic attack. Maybe because they themselves liked the physical assurance. But now, the Avengers needed to have their kisses from their Spiderbaby. Peter even had specific places where he kissed them.

Steve would get a soft kiss on his collarbone (that's the highest point he can reach).
Natasha would get a kiss on her nose.
Clint would get a kiss on his cheek.
Pepper would get a kiss on her neck.
Bruce/The Hulk would get a kiss above his right eyebrow.
Thor would get a kiss on his palm.
Wanda would get a kiss on her temple.
Pietro would get a kiss on his jawline.
Sam would get a kiss on his shoulder.
Bucky would get a kiss on his metal fingers.
Tony, however, does not get a kiss per se. Peter would rub his nose exactly six times against his mentor/father's nose.

The best part about this was, all these kisses were completely platonic.

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"Welcome to Stark Industries," the girl with bright purple hair beamed, "My name is Alaina Scott and I will be your tour guide for today." 

Peter groaned inaudibly and sulked at the back of his school group. The Avengers had all left for a mission since the last few days and Pepper had to go for a meeting in Japan, and he had been missing them terribly. 

"Hey Penis," Flash hissed behind him, "Will we be seeing your best friend Tony Stark?" Flash had been increasingly antsy and irritable these past few days. Reason? Peter had begun standing up for himself. He no longer listened to his insults quietly. He no longer got beat up without a word. 

(The Avengers practically begged Peter to stand up for himself because he wouldn't tell them who exactly was bullying him.)

Peter rolled his eyes, "Flash, honey, use the tiny bit of the brain you have. When did I ever say that I know Tony Stark? I just said that I had an internship. And I'm dam sure that every intern does not meet or become best friends with Tony Stark." 

Flash glared at him and thrust his hand in the air, cutting off Alaina, "Miss, can high-schoolers get internships? My classmate has been spreading lies in our school to become famous." Alaina started to speak but was cut off again. 

"Okay, Eugene, there are several things I have to clear up," Peter said sharply, "First of all, I never told anyone about my internship. I was talking to Ned, you overheard and spread it to the entire school. Second, how do you know what Stark Industries or Tony Stark would do or not do? Because you have been constantly telling me that you know what Tony Stark or Stark Industries would not hire me. Third, SI has a strict no-bullying policy, because it isn't like our school who would take bribes to keep it silent," he glared at the principal and teacher, Mr. Morita and Mr. Wallas, who turned red at being called out publicly, "Fourth, why do you think I have not been expelled from the school yet if I have been spreading lies about interning at a billion-dollar company like SI? Use your common sense for once in your life and shut your mouth before you make everyone stupid because of your lack of IQ."

Excuse him, he was cranky because he had not had his daily dose of Superhero Cuddles for several days.

"Mr. Parker," Alaina exclaimed, flustered, "You go to Midtown?" Peter nodded at her, his eyes not moving from Flash's until he turned an ugly purple due to embarrassment and slinked to the back of the group. Ned high-fived him enthusiastically while MJ sent him a small, pleased smirk, rapidly drawing Flash's face. The rest of the class looked at him in approval. 

Alaina cleared her throat and spoke up again, "All of you will be scanning your palm as you walk through the door. The building will store your names in our database and you will be granted short access to the building for a limited time, am I clear?" Everyone nodded. "Let's go then."

Flash pushed his way to the front of the group and swaggered to the scanner to place his palm on it. "Eugene Thompson, Tourist, Limited Access, Midtown School of Science and Technology." Flash jumped and looked around wildly. "Calm down, that was FRIDAY, the tower's AI," Alaina reassured.  

The group looked at the ceiling in wonder, then rushed to get themselves scanned first. Peter groaned. This is going to take a while.

Time skip: 54 students get their palms scanned.

Peter was the last one to scan his palm and cursed quietly when everyone's eyes swiveled to him. "Peter Parker, Personal Intern, All-Access. Welcome back Petey, it's a pleasure to see you," FRIDAY's voice warmed up. "It's good to see you too FRI," Peter beamed, deciding to ignore the tour group's wide eyes. 

"May I ask what you are doing here?" the AI asked. "Do you not want to see me? I am hurt FRI," Peter smirked, strolling to the group. "You know what I mean Pete. Why are you here during school hours? I hope you are not missing your school." Peter pouted and looked up, "You know why I am here FRI, you just want to show off. I am here on the field trip." "I feel obliged to inform you that the team is back from their mission. They have been informed of your arrival and are currently planning to ambush you for the kisses they have missed," FRIDAY said, sounding amused. "They are back? When-" he was cut off with a cough. Alaina was looking at him with a small smile. "Oh right, tour, right right right. Sorry, Miss Alaina." The woman nodded at him 

"How did you do that, Penis?" Flash asked, "How did you hack into the AI?" Peter looked at Flash for two whole seconds. "You mean to tell me that I am smart enough to hack into the most advanced AI in the world made by Tony Stark himself, but I cannot get an internship here. You are the epitome of stupidness Eugene." Peter rolled his eyes and turned to talk to Ned, ignoring Flash's whispered curses. 

"Come on, the elevator is big enough to fit all of you in it comfortably," Alaina ushered them into the public elevator, "FRIDAY, floor 34 please?" FRIDAY did not respond but the elevator started to move up smoothly.

"We will be going to the R&D labs first. Do not touch anything. Everything is prone to explode there. Keep an eye out for flying tools."

The elevator opened and everyone gaped. Even Peter had to admit, the R&D labs were impressive. Alaina moved to the middle of the labs and everyone followed her. "Welcome to the R&D labs, the place where all the chaos happens," she exclaimed, "You have thirty minutes to look around the labs. Be polite to all of them, and if they refuse to answer, do not pester them." 

The group dispersed. Peter just followed Ned and MJ, not paying attention to his surroundings. Maybe that is why he didn't look up when the elevator dinged twenty minutes later and the entire place turned silent. 

"Hey there, Peter," two heavily accented voices spoke in unison. "Wanda, Pietro," Peter exclaimed happily, rushing forward to hug them. He lightly kissed Wanda on her temple and Pietro on his jawline. "I missed you so much," he beamed at them. Wanda gently ruffled her hair, "We missed you too Pete." "What we would like to know is," Pietro said, speeding to stand behind Peter and hug him again, "Why are you here on a school day?" Peter froze. 

"I am here on a tour," Peter giggled nervously, looking at all his frozen classmates. Wanda and Pietro smirked mischievously at each other. "Don't you dare," Peter growled. "Don't you dare what?" Pietro asked innocently. He picked Wanda up, winked at Peter, then disappeared in a blur of blue light. 

Peter sighed to himself, "Continue with whatever you were doing," he waved his hand, then trudged to Ned and MJ.

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Peter's face was burning. Wanda and Pietro had definitely told everyone about his field trip because he would meet at least two Avengers at every location he went to. Flash was steadily turning redder and redder with anger every time he would hug and kiss the heroes, and Peter was pretty sure that he was going to have a broken rib the next time he went to school. All the Avengers had encountered the group. Now, the only ones left were Pepper and Tony. 

"Class, the tour is over now, thank you for being such a wonderful group," Alaina cheered. Everyone clapped for her enthusiastically. 

"You did a great job, Alaina."

There was complete silence because standing behind Alaina was Pepper Potts, CEO extraordinaire, and Tony Stark, THE Iron man. 

Peter shuffled his feet. OhmygodohmygodImissedthemsomuch. "Fuck it," he said out loud. "Pepper," he exclaimed, rushing into her arms. She smiled and hugged him back just as tightly. 

"What am I, chopped liver?" Tony asked jokingly. "Mr. Stark!" Peter straight up jumped on him. He wrapped his legs around the man's waist and arms around his neck. "Take me with you whenever you have to go for so long the next time," Peter grumbled in his neck. Tony laughed happily and squeezed Peter. Peter removed his face from the older's neck and rubbed his nose six times against his. Tony's eyes crinkled softly as he looked at his almost-son.

"Why don't you go upstairs to the living area?" Tony murmured. Peter nodded and hopped down from the man's arms, hugging Ned and MJ, then disappearing in the private elevator. Tony watched the boy go off, and the moment he was out of sight, he turned to the tour group, who was still frozen in shock, with a sharp smile.

"Now, Eugene Thompson, was it?"

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Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own twisted little brain... you can't have that, I don't care how good your lawyer is.

TW: Bullying. School. 

Also, fair warning, literally everyone is whipped for Peter (as they should be).

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Flash PoV: [I know, shocker right? Don't worry, the entire thing won't be in his point of view. I cannot say too many bad things about my baby :( ]

"CLASS," Harrington shouted. Everyone snapped their attention to him, except for Penis Parker that is. That stupid twerp was simply daydreaming and was obviously not paying any attention. I turned towards Harrington, but I noticed many girls, boys, and pals glancing at Parker. My blood boiled.

I HATE that bastard. He got everything so easily, it wasn't fair! He's got perfect grades (top grades in everything WITHOUT trying), a perfect face (so many people in school had a crush on him, and the stupid idiot doesn't even notice), perfect mannerisms, perfect friends, perfect EVERYTHING. He was so perfect that everyone in school except for my 'friends and I didn't bother him about his so-called 'Stark Internship'.

Everyone in school obviously didn't believe his lies, but they never said anything to him about it, thinking he was trying to cope with his uncle's death. The only thing I had that Parker didn't was money and parents. I turned my attention back to Harrington after glaring at Penis Parker.

"Listen up kids, we will be going on a tour to a very influential company, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Your entire grade along with Principal Morita and I will be going there. Your forms are right here. The trip is tomorrow, so you have to get the form signed tomorrow or you won't be able to go. Any questions?" I immediately raised my hand and smirked at Parker when I got picked. I am Harrington's favorite.

"Where are we going?" I asked. Harrington gave me a short smile and said, "It's a surprise," and turned away before I could interrogate him more. Rude. He picked Penis Parker next.

"Mr. Harrington sir," Harrington's eyes turned soft and his smile turned brighter when the stupid nerd spoke. Looks like Penis Parker is the perfect student for him. I glared at him. "I'm really sorry but I cannot come on the trip." Harrington frowned, "Peter, you are our best student, I was thinking that you would especially enjoy this opportunity."

"EXCUSE ME? I am your best student," I exclaimed. Harrington didn't even look at me. The git pouted and I saw Cindy aww quietly to Betty. Again, perfect little Penis Parker didn't notice. "I'm very sorry Mr. Harrington sir," he said softly, fiddling with his shirt sleeves. I rolled my eyes when I saw nearly everyone in the class melt. Why couldn't anyone in class see that his shy nerd persona was just a facade? "Just Mr. Harrington is fine Peter, and no problem, enjoy your day tomorrow," Harrington suddenly smirked and added as an afterthought,

"Besides, I don't think you'll be missing all that much tomorrow."

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THE NEXT DAY

Third Person PoV:

Peter woke up to KAREN's warm voice, "Peter, wake up, you have to train with Spidermom today," she said softly. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and mumbled a small, "Thanks honey," (he really needs to stop picking up these habits from Mr. Stark). He groaned loudly and went to wash his face. He slipped on a random hoodie he found and walked out for breakfast, where only Steve Rogers was present, drinking tea.

"Morning Pete," Steve brightly greeted him. "Good morning Pops," Peter mumbled, still in a sleepy haze (he shouldn't have stayed awake till 3 a.m.). He looked up to see Steve frozen in his place, and when his words caught up to him, he quickly scrambled to apologize.

"OH MY GOSH, I-I-I'm so sorry Cap, I didn't realize-" "You cannot call me anything but that from now," Steve cut him off. "I- What?" "You heard me, I don't know any Cap or Steve or stuff. I only know Pops," he said nonchalantly. Peter blinked, then smiled widely at him. He wrapped his arms shortly around his newly-dubbed Pops and pranced over to get some cereal, noticeably more awake.

Shortly after, the rest of the team (except Tony, who was still sleeping) sat down for breakfast. They had a ritual of all sitting together and having meals every day. "Do you want some orange juice, Pete?" Steve asked. "Yes, thank you Pops," Peter said absent-mindedly. Steve grinned and passed it over.

Peter looked up when there was absolute silence and saw everyone staring alternatively between him and Steve. "What?" he asked. "How come he gets to be Pops?" Clint demanded. "I mean, I called him Pops by mistake and he sort of said that he wanted to be called that so I called him that," Peter said. "Even I want to be called something like that," Bucky huffed. "Okay Uncle Buck," Peter said, innocently sipping his juice. The entire table burst with chaos.

"QUIET," the Queen- I mean Pepper- shouted. Everyone immediately settled down. "Good. Now, why don't we ask Peter to name us?" she said, looking at Peter who was looking amusedly at the drama. He stuttered for two seconds, then nodded and dramatically inhaled,

"So Nat is Spidermum," Nat smiled fondly, "Bucky is Uncle Buck," Bucky smirked widely, "Clint is Uncle Clint," Clint whooped, "Sam is Uncle Sam," Sam grinned at the boy, "Rhodey is Uncle Rhodes," Rhodey gave a thumbs-up, "Steve is obviously Pops," Steve smirked, "Pepper is Mom," Pepper grinned widely, and if everyone saw a tear in her eye, nobody mentioned it, "Wanda, Vision, and Pietro, you guys are my brothers and sisters," Peter exclaimed. Wanda, Pietro, and Peter high-fived each other while Vision calmly smiled. "Come on Spidermum, we have training," Peter said and stood up. Natasha stood up and walked to her room, saying that she needed to change. Tony then walked into the kitchen, looking like a zombie.

"Hey Pete, is that my hoodie?" he asked when he noticed his kid. "Sure is dad," Peter hummed, then walked away grinning mischievously while Tony choked on his coffee behind him. "Did he just-" Tony started, "Yes, I am now 'Pops'," Steve cut in happily. "That cheeky little shit," Tony murmured fondly, unable to hide the smile blossoming on his face.

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Meanwhile, with Ned and MJ:

"Sir, can you tell us now where are we going?" Abe questioned on the bus. Mr. Harrington nodded and smiled widely. "We will be going to STARK INDUSTRIES." The bus was quiet for a full three seconds, then all the 54 students burst out.

"Stark Industries?-"
"What the fu-"
"How-"
"When did they-"
"God has not abandoned us-"
"Will we meet the Avengers?-"

Then, a loud, annoying noise boomed over everyone's, "LOOK GUYS! PENIS PARKER ISN'T HERE. HE WAS PROBABLY TOO SCARED TO COME BECAUSE OF HIS LIES." Ned saw Mr. Morita and Mr. Harrington grimace and felt pity for the men. They obviously wanted to defend Peter, but Flash's stupid parents would probably make them lose their job.

"Your stupidity astounds me Eugene," MJ's cool voice came from beside Ned. Flash sneered at her, "What do you mean, you bitch?" MJ rolled her eyes, "Cuss me out again and I will cut off your tongue with a butter knife and make you swallow it," she promised. Flash paled and nodded rapidly. "And as for what I mean, how do you think Peter would know not to come to school today? Wasn't this a surprise field trip? That even you, Mr. Hotshot also didn't know about? So do you think that Peter has more influence than your precious little parents?" Flash reddened, opened his mouth to say something, but when he was unable to find a comeback, huffed angrily and sat down.

"Should we like, warn him?" Ned whispered to MJ. "Nah, leave the loser, maybe Flash will finally shut up about Peter lying," she whispered back. Ned shrugged and pocketed his phone again.

The rest of the ride was peaceful. Mr. Morita passed MJ a bar of chocolate secretly while Harrington discreetly high-fived her, and she smirked at the men. They soon reached Stark Industries, and everyone stood in awe of the tall building. A tall brunette woman walked over to them.

"Are you Midtown High?" she asked. On the Principal's nod, she smiled at everyone. "Hello, guys, gals, and non-binary pals. My name is Samantha Goldstein, I use she/her pronouns, welcome to Stark Industries," she smiled wider when the entire class cheered loudly. "Now, I am going to hand out these passes to you. You have to keep them with you at all times. If you lose them, you will be escorted out of the building. No recordings are allowed. If you try to record anything or upload it on social media, it will automatically be removed from your phone and you'll be blacklisted from the company, am I clear?" On everyone's nod, she started passing out the white-colored badges with 'Omega 1' written on them to the class.

"Any questions?" she asked when she finished. Flash immediately thrust up his hand, "Do you know an intern named Peter Parker?" he asked, ignoring the death-glare he got from Mr. Harrington. Samantha's eyes noticeably brightened and she nodded enthusiastically, "Of course I do! Everyone knows Peter Parker. He is the single most adorable and the youngest intern at SI. Why?" Flash turned an ugly purple while the class froze. MJ saw Mr. Harrington trying to suppress his proud smirk but failing spectacularly. "Um, he goes to our school," Sally said. Samantha nodded and directed everyone to the scanner.

Flash pushed his way to the front, disregarding all the grumbles and glares, and scanned his badge first. "Eugene Thompson, Omega 1 white, visitor," a monotonous voice announced. Flash jumped and looked around, "What was that?" he demanded. "That was FRIDAY, the building's AI. She's got eyes and ears everywhere. Now move on," Samantha commanded. Flash rolled his eyes and moved away to let the rest of the class through.

53 times (including Principal Morita and Mr. Harrington), FRIDAY announced the same thing in her monotone voice. Then, Ned scanned his badge. "Edward 'Ned' Leeds a.k.a. Guy in the Chair a.k.a. MY BRO, Omega 1 white, visitor. Hello Mr. Leeds, it's unusual to see you here without Peter. Would you like me to inform him?," FRIDAY greeted, more upbeat. "Hey FRI, no need for that. I'm here on a field trip," Ned said back and walked through the scanner. The class looked on in shock. Then, MJ walked through.

"Michelle Jones, MJ a.k.a Boss Ass Bitch a.k.a. Queen of the World, Omega 1 white, visitor. You are on the field trip too, Miss Jones?" FRIDAY asked. MJ hummed and walked through the scanner. The moment she entered the lobby, 'I'm a boss ass bitch' played loudly over the speaker and she smirked and waltzed over to the group.

Flash seemed to reach his limit and burst out, "What the fuck was that?" he questioned loudly. Samantha laughed, "Peter had programmed FRIDAY to play this every time MJ walks in the lobby. He also programmed her to play 'God is a Woman' every time Miss Pepper Potts walks out from a meeting after roasting sexist men," she said. "Just when I thought he couldn't get any more attractive," Sophia whispered to her friends. Flash clenched his jaw and turned away.

"Is that everyone?" Samantha asked. Mr. Harrington quickly counted and nodded. "Great. First, we'll be going to some of the lower-level gyms. There is rarely any Avenger there, but I heard that Clint Barton, better known as Hawkeye, somehow managed to cover the upper-level gyms with glitter. You might get lucky," she winked at them and herded them to the elevator.

"FRIDAY, floor 35 please?" Samantha requested. The elevator started moving smoothly. They reached floor 35 fairly quickly and she led them to the gyms. "Oh look at that. You are in luck," she exclaimed. The class crowded around the soundproof viewing glass. They all gasped loudly when they saw Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, stretching with- "Is that PARKER?" Flash asked. Mr. Harrington passed a twenty-dollar bill to Principal Morita.

Peter Parker was stretching next to the Black Widow, easily keeping up with her flexible poses. They saw her get up and motion him to get up as well. "Oh look at that, Penis Parker is going to get his ass beat by Natasha Romanoff," Flash crowed, seemingly realizing that Peter had never lied about the internship and moving on to bullying him on other matters.

They saw Peter grasp the end of his hoodie. "Oh god, everyone cover-," Flash's words died in his throat, because the 'scrawny' nerd, Peter Parker, was definitely not scrawny. Eliza choked on her spit while Andy gasped out an 'eight'. Mr. Harrington now smugly took a fifty-dollar bill from the Principal. Ned cheered quietly for his best friend while MJ was drawing Flash's face furiously.

The class watched as Peter and Natasha took their stances and started attacking each other. They were swift and agile, both of them moving gracefully on the mat. Flash paled when he saw that the guy he bullied daily was keeping up with THE Black Widow. He shook his thoughts off. Penis Parker is worthless and he is better than him in all ways. He repeated the mantra in his head.

The match went on for 6 whole minutes. Everyone's (except Ned and MJ) jaw dropped when Peter backflipped over Natasha and jabbed her back and held her down. They saw her tap out and Peter collapsed on the mat. Natasha suddenly looked up at the ceiling and spoke something. FRIDAY's voice boomed over them, "Miss Romanoff is inviting you all inside." Samantha, looking a bit star-struck herself, ushered them all inside.

"WHAT THE FUCK, PENIS?" Flash shouted as soon as he went inside. Peter, who had got up from the ground, noticed the class and froze. He blinked twice, then turned towards Mr. Harrington. "Is this what you meant by 'You will not be missing out on much'?" he accused. The teacher nodded somewhat sheepishly. Peter rolled his eyes.

Flash, who got fed up with being ignored, stormed up to Peter and shoved him hard, ignoring Natasha's indignant shout. "What the FUCK, Penis. How did you manage to pull this off? I know that you are worth nothing," he shoved him again, "You are a poor worthless orphan and nothing else. How did you do this? How sore are your knees?" he shouted. The entire class gasped. Flash pulled back his fist to punch him but found a hand restraining him.

It was Natasha. "What. Did. You. Just. Say. To. Peter?" she snarled at him. "WHY DO YOU CARE? PENIS PARKER IS WORTHLESS-" he started shouting but froze.

Tony Stark leaning against the wall in all his glory, pure rage simmering in his eyes. He pushed himself off the wall and strode towards them.

"Please do continue. Don't stop on my account," he said casually. Flash was still frozen in his place. Tony sighed and pulled Peter towards him, cupping his cheeks and checking for any wounds. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blast you where you stand," he said casually, pulling Peter in a hug and resting his chin on top of his curly hair. Peter wrapped his arms around his father figure and sighed. It would be better if he stayed quiet while Tony was in the persona he had dubbed 'You-tried-to-hurt-my-family-you-better-hope-you-can-make-it-out-alive'.

Flash smirked and Ned face-palmed. Did that idiot have no survival instinct? Was he really about to talk back to a furious Tony Stark, who is obviously very fond of Peter? Flash spoke, "Parker is bad luck. You better run, he'll get you killed too like he got his parents and uncle killed," he said triumphantly. Peter's breath hitched, and Tony tightened his arms around his son. "Babygirl, show this and call the rest of the Avengers down here," he said to FRIDAY, his eyes not moving from Flash's. Peter pulled away from his dad and walked over to wear his hoodie. He turned red when he heard more than one disappointed sigh.

Sam was the first to walk in, followed by Bucky, Rhodey, Pepper, Steve, and the rest of them. They all glared at Flash, who seemed to finally realize that he was going to die, and paled a deathly white. "What I want to know," Bucky started, "is why has the school done nothing about the very obvious bullying." Abe shyly raised his hand as if he was in a class. On Steve's nod, he spoke up, "Flash's parents are really powerful people. Many teachers stood up for Peter, but every time they did, they were fired. Any student who tried to stand up to him was suspended or expelled." Tony's eyes darkened a dangerous black.

"What do your parents do?" Pepper asked. "They are lawyers here," Flash said, still arrogant. Pepper swiped on her tablet and typed for a few seconds, "Not anymore," she said sweetly. Flash gaped at her. "Tell your powerful parents that unless they can learn how to not abuse their position, they have been suspended," Tony said. "Dad, there is no need to do that," Peter spoke up. "Peter, cucciolo, if it was Ned or MJ at your place, wouldn't you want him to have a proper punishment?" Tony said. Peter stuttered a bit but quietened down again.

"Now, get out of here," Rhodey commanded. Flash immediately bolted out of the door. Mr. Harrington passed over a 5-dollar bill to Mr. Morita sourly. "Now, as for you kids," Clint said, "why don't you continue with the tour?" Samantha nodded and started leading them out. "Ned, MJ, can you guys stay?" Peter piped up from between Pietro and Wanda. Ned and MJ looked at Mr. Harrington who was looking particularly joyful. He nodded his head and the two jogged over to Peter.

Samantha took a deep breath and clapped her hands to get the attention of the class. "Why don't we continue?" she smiled.

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Disclaimer: Everybody is nice and clear on the fact that I don't own Marvel? Everyone will remember this for the following chapters? Good. Because I'm sick of repeating it and trying to be amusing.

TW: Cursing. Badass Peter Parker. The Rogue Avengers are kind of jerks in this.

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Peter hummed as he shuffled in the elevator. "Hi there FRIDAY," he beamed at the ceiling. "Hello Peter," the AI greeted, automatically sending the elevator to the penthouse floor. "Where's Mr. Stark?" he asked curiously. "Boss is currently in the living room." 

Peter peeked his head silently in the living room. His eyes widened when he saw the Rogue Avengers minus Ant-Man sitting on the couches, but he narrowed his eyes when they continuously made unfriendly jabs at Tony Stark, who seemed to be trying his best to ignore them. Peter quickly ran out of hearing range and spoke to the AI.

"FRIDAY, can this be displayed to the public?" he asked. "Yes, Peter," FRIDAY said, "May I ask what you are planning to do?" "You are going to be the main helper FRIDAY. Are you ready to save Mr. Stark?" he asked. "I'm always ready to help boss." "Great, you keep recording everything that goes on in the living room right?" "Yes, I do." "Keep recording." Peter smirked at the nearest camera, "Let's get this show on the road."

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"What's up, Mr. Stark?" Peter asked the billionaire, completely ignoring the rest of the Avengers. "Hey kid," Tony smiled brightly. "Who is he, another product of your one-night stand?" Sam spat out. "Shut your mouth Chicken, I'm his personal intern," Peter said without missing a beat, dropping his bag on the kitchen stool and leaning on the head of Tony's seat. 

"You should respect your elders' boy," Steve spoke up. "I give respect to those who deserve it Rogers, and you are definitely not one of them." Peter placed his hands on his mentor's shoulders and gently massaged the muscles, relaxing them. "Stark has ruined another's life," Clint snarled. Tony's shoulders tensed. Peter has had enough.

"ENOUGH," Peter shouted, "What is it that Mr. Stark has done to ruin your life? You are the ones who refused to pay the consequences for your actions. You are the ones who refused to read the improved Accords. You are the ones who blindly followed Brooklyn bitch. What exactly is it that Mr. Stark has done to make you hate him so much? I am curious." All of them opened their mouths. "One. At. A. Time." 

"He is lazy," Sam spoke up. "Oh really, please do tell me how is he lazy? Because he makes the Avengers' weapons, manages a billion-dollar company, constantly makes updates to his suit as well as yours, attends board meetings, charity galas, etc. He has to attend press conferences, interviews, in name of the Avengers. He spends many nights sleeplessly as he works for you guys. Please do tell me where is his laziness in that?" Sam slumped back in his seat.

"Peter-," Tony started, "No Mr. stark. You have protected me so many times. It's my turn to protect you," Peter said, his eyes moving from Sam's to Wanda's, indicating her to speak.

"He killed my parents," she spoke angrily. "Correction, he didn't kill your parents. The weapons manufactured by Obadiah Stane, which he didn't know about, killed your parents. Your logic is like saying that the owner of the plane company which made the plane in which my parents died is their murderer. You are simply an idiotic girl who decided to listen to what the press says and not look beyond the fake Tony Stark, next." Peter said, his eyes meeting Clint, who was now looking significantly less confident.

"He made Ultron," he said. "Did you ever bother to ask him the reason why he created Ultron?" Peter asked all of them. The Rogues uneasily shifted in their seats. "Of course you didn't. You found that the easiest thing to do was blame Mr. Stark. Mr. Stark wanted to protect you all because his greatest fear shown by that witch," he pointed at Wanda, who looked like a deer caught in headlights, "was losing you all." All the Rogues looked at Tony, who was looking at Peter in wonder. "And don't you dare act as if you haven't made mistakes in your life. NEXT," Peter shouted, his voice sounding more and more irritated. 

"He's an asshole," Bucky spoke up confidently. "Oh really? I wonder why? Let me think. An asshole of a father who constantly abused him. A mother who did nothing to stop her husband. Constant negligence. Death of his parents. Death of Jarvis, his butler who basically raised him. Betrayal from Stane. Torture. Palladium Poisoning. Near-death. A multi-billionaire company to run. A press who would drag him through the mud at any signs of weakness. Constantly being told by his father that 'Stark men are made of iron', which basically tells him that he cannot show anyone any emotion. Losing his closest friends whom he considered family. But oh my god, how DARE he be an asshole, right?" Peter glared at Bucky, who had shrunk in his seat.

"What do you have?" Peter asked Natasha. "He is a drunkard," the woman spoke emotionlessly. "Check your facts Spider. He has been clean for the last few years. And is constantly trying to improve himself. You, on the other hand, are a back-stabbing idiot who went after Mr. Good and Righteous and said, 'Iron man: Yes, Tony Stark: Not recommended' when it is Tony Stark behind the Iron man mask. Iron man and Tony Stark are the same," he said, irritated.

"You don't even try to speak you Patriotic Ass. I know what you're going to say," Peter's eyes met Steve, "He tried to kill Bucky, right?" On Steve's nod, Peter's eyes seemed to practically radiate anger, and everyone unconsciously leaned away from the furious boy. "Oh geez. I tried to hide the fact that my brain-washed best friend killed his parents. I fought him in the cave where he was on the defensive, not even trying to hurt me. He has a laser beam that can divide me into two. I broke his trust so bad that he flinches every time there is a threat to his arc reactor. I put my shield through his arc reactor in Siberia where he would have died and I wouldn't have given a fuck. But, then, how DARE he try to kill Bucky?" Peter snarled.

He met all the Rogue's eyes. "You are not heroes," he said decisively, "You are bullies who decided to gang up on a man who has constantly been ready to sacrifice his life for your sake." Peter tilted his head, staring at the squirming war criminals. 

"Get out." he finally said. "Peter, Fury-," Tony tried. "I will speak to Nick Fury. Everyone has taken too much of you for granted. I am not letting it happen again. You, Rogues, get out." "You cannot throw us out of here," Clint tried. 

Peter dramatically brought his hands up to his cheek, "Oh my god, really? Let's check the facts. You are all war criminals who don't have access to the tower. I am Mr. Stark's personal intern who has access to the whole tower. This tower belongs to Mr. Stark. The AI in this tower is fiercely protective of Mr. Stark.  And, oh my god, would you look at that? I have the clearance to throw anyone out of the tower. OUT," he snarled. 

"Where will we go?" Wanda asked, trying to guilt-trip him. "You should have thought about it before you decided to gang up on the owner of the tower who DOES NOT OWE YOU A THING. I won't repeat myself. Until I decide that you are apologetic enough to Mr. Stark, you are not going to set a foot in the tower." 

The Rogues got up slowly and mumbled apologies to Tony, who just nodded in their direction. 

"FRIDAY, is all that recorded?" Peter asked, ignoring Tony. "Yes, Peter." "Great, cut and edit the parts from when the Rogues come to this moment. Make sure it shows me asking you to start recording. Blur out anything confidential. Also, add what I am going to say." Peter looked at the nearest camera, "All of you need to stop looking at Mr. Stark's short-comings and pretending as if you are fucking perfect. Mr. Stark is strong, incredibly so, but even he has a breaking point. You are taking all he has done for you all for granted. The day Mr. Stark breaks is the day the entire earth has to pay the cost, and I am not exaggerating. Appreciate Mr. Stark." He paused for a few seconds. "Did you get that FRI?" "I did Mr. Parker," the AI confirmed. "I want the video on all social media platforms and viral. Also, arrange a meeting with Nick Fury." "Got it, Peter."

"Kid," Tony exclaimed, "you don't need to do all this." Peter met the older's eyes, "I want to Mr. Stark. You protect the world, I protect you."

Tony Stark definitely did not cry. 

Peter Parker definitely did not shout at Nick Fury.

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Disclaimer: Stuff in this story is owned by some company; I didn't look it up.

TW: Nothing.

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hanging_with_my_gnomies: I have always hated Stark for being a weapons manufacturer, but when Peter said that 'That is like saying the owner of the plane company that made the plane in which my parents died is their murderer'. It made me rethink everything I have ever thought about Tony Stark. #AppreciateTonyStark #TeamBrooklynBitch

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me_for_president: The Rogues leaned away from a 12-year-old boy. Honestly? They deserved it. #AppreciateTonyStark #TeamBrooklynBitch

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Disclaimer: All I own is a piece of chewed bubblegum and a bottle of vodka — so if you want to get drunk and eat pre-chewed gum, sue away!

TW: Bullying. Dead! Aunt May(sorry). Mature language. Mentions of suicide. School.

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"You are such a smartass, aren't you Penis?" Flash hissed loudly.

Peter closed his eyes and sighed as he slammed the locker door shut. It was the end of the day and Flash had been throwing insult after insult at him. As for the rest of the students and teachers? They were standing and watching. 

'One more insult and I am not holding back now.'

"You are worthless, Penis, worthless," Flash shouted. 

"You-," Ned started angrily. 

"1 out of 5," Peter stated calmly. The entire hallway quietened down. Peter had never spoken up to Flash, this was news to them. 

"What the fuck are you saying?" Flash snarled.

"1 out of 5 students are bullied every day in schools all over the world," Peter tilted his head and stared at Flash, "most of them commit suicide or start self-harming because neither students nor staff would do anything about it." Peter's dark eyes flitted over to the gathered crowd of students and teachers, who suddenly felt very interested in their shoes. Peter noticed some cameras out and felt his blood boil.

"They probably deserved it Penis, as do you. Just go kill yourself," Flash smirked. 

"Oh really," Peter took a step closer to Flash, "What exactly have I done that I should go and kill myself as you say?" He took another step, "Please do tell. I am incredibly curious." 

Flash opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly he realized he had nothing. Under Peter's scrutinizing eyes, he suddenly felt 1 foot small. 

"You have constantly belittled me for what? Your own satisfaction at the fact that you are bullying a poor kid from Queens who has lost everything in his life?" 

Flash took a step back. The crowd watched stunned. 

"Ten years in the future, when you look back at your high school days, what will you remember? You beating me up daily. You hurling insults at me for simply existing. You getting your parents to get you out of the punishments you deserve. How proud will you feel, won't you Eugene?"

"You tell him, Peter," a student shouted. Peter immediately whirled around to face him.

"Oh no, you don't get to belittle him either. All of you are as bad, if not worse than him," Peter's eyes went to Principal Morita, who had just arrived and was about to shout at him, "Tell me, Principal. What would you do if I killed myself as Eugene said? What would you do if I finally succumbed to the pressure of his relentless words?" Peter's eyes regarded the principal.

"I'll tell you. You'll ignore it because his parents give you money. You are going to keep it quiet because his parents fund the school. And when you do that, you will be as much of a murderer as him." Ned watched in silent glee as the entire squirmed uncomfortably, finally understanding the impact of Peter's words.

"Don't bother suspending me Morita," Peter said, finishing packing his bag, "I'll probably have to do what Eugene has been wanting me to do since I joined the school." He fixed his gaze on Flash, "You know my last living relative? Aunt May? The one you continuously told me would kill herself to get away from me? She died," Flash staggered back, his back slamming against the lockers, horrified with himself. Ned and MJ whipped around to face him, "Blood cancer. I'll probably have to go to an orphanage far away from Queens." 

Peter swung his bag on his back, knocking off Principal Morita's hand that had settled on his shoulder. "Parker-," Flash started.

Peter had already walked away, the crowd parting around him, cameras still trained on him. His eyes met Happy's, who was standing at the end of the crowd.

Happy firmly patted Peter on his shoulder. "Come on kid, you need to tell all these things to Stark." Peter didn't acknowledge his words, his eyes trained to the ground.

"Kid-," "Let's just go," Peter interrupted. Happy pursed his lips but nodded. He made a mental note to talk to his boss.

(Long story short, Peter Parker is now Peter Stark).

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Disclaimer: If I owned this work, don't you think I'd have better things to do than write fanfiction?

TW: Tooth-rotting fluff. 

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Peter was dead on his feet in the elevator, not even responding to FRIDAY's cheerful greeting. He doesn't even know why he's tired. All he knows is that he would love to go and collapse on top of one of the warm Avengers and attain cuddles.

"Peter, would you like me to get Med Bay ready?" FRIDAY said as worriedly as an AI could. "What? No, no. It's fine. Where's everyone?" Peter mumbled. "The team is in the living room watching a movie. Would you like me to inform them of your arrival?" FRIDAY replied just as the elevator doors opened to the penthouse. "No need, thank you FRI," Peter said.

Peter trudged slowly out of the elevator to the living room. He could vaguely see a scene of "Breakfast at Tiffany's"  before it was paused. Steve, Tony, and Bucky were lounging on the sofa next to each other, with Steve in the middle, while Clint, Natasha, and Sam were spread out on a beanbag, armchair, and floor. He ignored everyone looking at him and carefully kept his bag on a chair in the dining room, then trudged to the sofa everyone was spread out.

Then... collapsed on top of Steve.

"Okay then," Steve laughed, adjusting the smol boy so he was spread out more comfortably on top of him. Peter completely melted into Steve, his hand finding Tony's and placing it in his hair. Tony exchanged a short, amused glance with everyone.

"Long day, bud?" Tony asked, his fingers tangling in the teen's soft curls. Peter just grumbled something and buried himself deeper in Steve's neck, his fingers curling on Bucky's metal arm.

"Let the poor spider-baby sleep," Clint cooed sarcastically. Peter momentarily extracted his face from Steve's neck to stick his tongue out at Clint, then shifted so his head was on Bucky's chest and his legs were on Steve. 

Peter's sensed thrummed pleasantly, with the team's collective scents and colognes concentrated at one place, everyone's heart beating steadily and the lights dim. He could feel Bucky adjusting him to lie down more comfortably and someone, probably Natasha, putting a soft blanket on top of him. He felt a hand running on his cheek, then a soft kiss on his forehead. Sam and Tony, Peter's mind supplied helpfully.

At that moment, Peter felt his heart fill with so much love that it nearly knocked him breathless.

"I love you guys," Peter breathed out, then promptly fell asleep, entirely missing the team looking at him with fond smiles.

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Disclaimer: I do not own MCU unfortunately. If I would, Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff would still be alive, kicking names and taking ass.

TW: Fluff. School.

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It was the last class of the day and Peter was ready to jump out of the window. He sighed and rested his head in his head and blankly listened to his Italian teacher, Miss. Gonzales, drawl. 

Suddenly, the door burst open, and in the doorway, stood Morgan Stark.

Miss. Gonzales stared at the famous 5-year-old wide-eyed. Morgan had been exposed to the world by a journalist (who, on a totally unrelated note, no longer had a job). 

"Miss. Stark!" the  teacher exclaimed after a moment of silence, "Are you lost?" 

"No, no, I'm not lost," Morgan beamed, "Do you know where is Petey?" 

Peter, who had been staring at her wide-eyed, immediately got up. "Morgan?" She immediately cheered and ran up to him. "Petey," she giggled happily as he lifted her in his arms. 

"What the fuck," Flash whispered from somewhere near the back of the room. 

"Language Eugene, we have a kid in this room," Peter glared, "As for you Little Miss. How did you get here?" 

"Dr. Strange got me here," she said happily.

"Do mom and dad know?" Morgan's shoulders dropped. 

"It's okay Bug, hold on for a second." Peter settled her down on his seat and turned to his teacher. "Would it be alright if I called her parents?" The dumbstruck teacher nodded. "Wait here Little Miss, I'll talk to your dad to come here, okay?" Morgan nodded.

The moment Peter stepped out of the room, Morgan lifted her bright eyes and started searching for something. Eventually, her eyes settled on Ned and MJ. "Are you Mr. Ned and Miss MJ?" she asked. The two nodded.

"Petey talks about you two a lot," she exclaimed brightly. "Oh does he," Ned said, smirking, "What does he say?"

"He says that you are the greatest friend ever and he loves you with his whole heart," Morgan said, kicking her feet, not noticing Ned's eyes softening dramatically. "Oh and he calls Miss. MJ really pretty and scary but a great person," she exclaimed after a moment. MJ's cheeks became slightly red. 

"Principessa (Princess)?" Peter asked, poking his head in the room. Morgan's head immediately turned to him, "Here, dad wants to talk to you." He reached to his seat and kneeled beside her, placing the phone near her. 

"Maguna?" Tony Stark's voice exclaimed through the speaker, "Are you alright, baby?" 

"I'm fine daddy," Morgan said, "I just wanted to go to Petey."

"Alright Maguna, we are going to have a long talk later. Right now, stay with Petey, okay? I'll be there in five minutes." 

"Okay daddy," she said sweetly.

The ending dial tone rang through the silent classroom. 

"Miss. Gonzales, will it be alright if Morgan stays here for, like, five minutes?" Peter asked, looking at his teacher who seemed to be contemplating her existence.

"Yes Mr. Parker, no problems," she said softly.

"Are you her babysitter, Penis? That's how you know Tony Stark?" Flash finally sneered from the back of the classroom. Morgan immediately spun around to face him. 

"That's a bad word, you shouldn't say that," she scolded, "And Petey is my brother," she added. 

"Enough of that carina (cutie)," Peter said calmly, lifting her from his seat to sit down, then pulled her on his lap, "Would you like to tell me how you managed to get Dr. Strange to get you here?" 

"I said please and he listened to me," she said innocently. Peter muttered something under his breath that sounded like 'of course'. He let her play with his fingers for the next three minutes, running his other hand through her hair. 

On a totally unrelated note, numerous girls and boys and neither fell in love with Peter Parker that day.

"Maguna," the door burst open and Tony rushed inside the classroom in his Iron Man suit. The suit opened and he stumbled out of it, running up to Morgan and scooping her from Peter's lap into his arms. 

"Don't you ever do that again Morgan Stark," he breathed out. "Sorry daddy," came her tiny voice, muffled in his suit jacket. 

"Thank you, Bambi," Tony said to Peter, and to the surprise of everyone, set Morgan down and pulled him in a tight hug as well.

"Daddy," Morgan suddenly exclaimed, "That boy was calling Petey bad words," she pointed straight at Flash. 

"Oh, was he?" Tony said, eyes flashing dangerously.

"Leave it, Mr. Stark," Peter said quietly. 

Tony just glared at Flash, thousands of warnings going in his eyes, silently conveying what would happen if he even looked in Peter's direction again. Flash turned deathly white and nodded his head so hard it almost came off his neck. 

"We're outside in the car, okay baby? We'll go to the lake house today," Tony said softly to Peter. He nodded and smiled at his mentor/father and watched them go out of his class. "Bye-bye Petey," Morgan shouted from outside his door.

"Bye angioletto (angel)," Peter called out, smiling softly.

The class was silent for another two seconds.

"Marry me," Cindy suddenly blurted out. 

"What?" she demanded to everyone looking at her weirdly, "Look at him, he's absolutely perfect. He's handsome, good with kids, and did you all hear the nicknames he called her? He is literally everyone's dream husband."

"Zip it girls, this one's mine," MJ stated, smirking at a bright red Peter.

"WHAT?-"

The class finally descended into chaos, Miss. Gonzales sitting on her desk with her head in her hands.

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Disclaimer: As talented as you think I might be, I don't own MCU.

TW: School. Bullying.

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YOU'RE MY DAD! YOU'RE MY DAD BOOGIE WOOGIE-

"Is that your phone Mr. Parker?" Mrs. Warren, his English teacher questioned furiously. 

"I... think so. Sorry, Mrs. Warren," Peter Parker nervously said, fumbling for his phone.

"Since your call is important enough to interrupt me, answer your phone on speaker," she said angrily.

Peter quietly accepted the call and put it on speaker, ignoring Flash's loud taunts, "Hello?"

"Peter Benjamin Parker," Tony Stark's voice came through the speakerphone. The entire class quietened down, "Why- exactly- is my entire lab covered in sticky notes?"

Peter scoffed, momentarily forgetting about his class, "You know what you did, Mr. Stark. You shouldn't have eaten my pizza."

"You little piece of shi-," Tony started.

"Who have you paid to pretend to be Tony Stark, huh, Penis?" Flash suddenly said.

The phone was completely silent. Peter had his eyes squeezed shut.

"Pete, who was that, and where are you?" Tony said, and thanks to his super-hearing, Peter heard the soft sound of the Iron Man armor engulfing him.

"I'm in my English class Mr. Stark, and you're on speaker," Peter said softly, desperately wishing that Flash would stop his chants of 'Penis Parker' from the back of the class.

"You're in class then. Why isn't your teacher doing anything about the bullying happening in the class?"

Flash jumped from his seat and snatched the phone out of Peter's hand, "Listen hear, you old fool who Penis paid to pretend to be Stark. I am Flash Thompson and I am not a bully. Penis just deserves what I put him through for being a poor, worthless orphan and lying about his Stark Internship," he laughed mockingly. Mrs. Warren very pointedly looked away from her two students.

There was a moment of silence, then the end dial tone rang through the silent classroom. 

"I would move away from the window if I were you," Peter said wincing slightly. Ned and MJ sniggered in their hands and Peter could see a vague outline of Flash's face in MJ's crisis book. Traitors, Peter thought.

"Why would we do that Penis?-,"

The window crashed into pieces as the Iron Man armor entered the classroom. His classmates screamed.

The mask of the suit retracted, and Tony Stark raised his hand as the repulsor charged.

"Which one of you is Flash Thompson?"

Flash, who had gone very pale, didn't move a single muscle. Tony raised an unimpressed eyebrow at the boy, showing that he obviously knew who Flash was, and turned to Mrs. Warren, who had also turned white.

"Well, why don't you tell me, Miss Teacher? Why weren't you doing anything when my kid was being bullied?" Tony's face was a picture of serenity, no emotion present on his face, but his eyes were burning with such intense rage, they nearly burnt a hole through his sunglasses.

"I'll tell you," MJ's silky voice came, "Flash is an immature bully and Peter is an easy target because he refuses to hurt a hair on that idiot's head even if he deserves it," MJ ignored Peter's obvious signs to cut it out, "Flash's bullying of Peter is rooted in his own insecurities and wanting to feel better about himself. Peter is poorer financially when compared to Flash, but Peter is smarter and has people who like him because he is not a jerk. Flash for reasons unknown, zeroed in on Peter being a weak link, and putting Peter down made him feel better. Physically bullies him every day after school. Mentally bullies every single time Peter is within his vicinity, even during the lessons, because he knows that his parents will get him out of everything and the staff here loves taking bribes."

Tony was quiet for the next five seconds. Nobody moved a muscle as they watched in growing horror the sheer fury that painted his face.

Peter quietly fidgeted in his place. He'll have to let Mr. Stark do his thing. The only time Peter had seen such an expression on the older man's face was when a man tried to harass Pepper right in front of him. 'May God be with you Eugene,' Peter thought to himself.

"You," Tony pointed straight at Mrs. Warren, "You are going to get me a meeting arranged with your principal, all the teachers, and the school board. Am I clear?" Mrs. Warren stayed stock still, a continuous mantra going through her head: we'rescrewedwe'rescrewedwe'rescrewedwe'rescrewedwe'rescrewedwe'rescrewedwe'rescrewed 

"AM I FUCKING CLEAR?" Tony roared.

 Mrs. Warren jolted to life, immediately running over to her computer, "Y-Yes Mr. Stark," she stuttered, shaky fingers trying to desperately write an email.

"And you," Tony looked at Flash, who seemed as if he was going to pee his pants any second, "You are used to your parents buying your way out of everything, right?" Flash stayed quiet. "Try and get your parents to get you out of the lawsuit I am filing for physical and mental abuse during and even after school hours. I have over 1000 hours of footage of all acts of bullying from you since middle school, and your parents will be lucky to ever see sunlight again. And you will be lucky to even have a career." Flash turned even whiter if possible, tinges of green creeping on his face.

"Come on kid, we're leaving," Tony said, the Iron Man helmet covering him again. He walked out of the class and Peter rushed after him. He paused at the doorway for a moment. "I'll try to get Mr. Stark to not do anything drastic, but it'll be difficult," he then turned and walked out briskly. 

MJ stood up from her place, pulling Ned up with her. She looked Flash and Mrs.Warren dead in the eyes and said, 

"You deserve this."

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Disclaimer: Nope. Still don't own Marvel.

TW: Insecure Peter. Bullying. 

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Everyone in the world has wings. A beautiful pair of wings of different colors and sizes that they get when they are 10 years old. The color represents them and their personality.

Steve has gorgeous red wings with a wingspan of 12 feet. Red represents energy, war, danger, strength, power, and determination, each title fitting the supersoldier well.

Tony has wings as blue as the ocean with a span of 9 feet, the color representative of his limitless wisdom and intelligence as well as his trust, loyalty, confidence, and faith.

Natasha has green wings with a span of 10 feet, the color representing her healing from the Red Room. This restful color symbolizes growth and renewal.

Thor has huge 14 feet purple wings, the color of royalty. The color represents nobility, luxury, power, and ambition.

While Hulk doesn't have wings, Bruce has 10 feet wings which start with dark blue and end with a lighter shade of blue, symbolizing his calm attitude, knowledge, tranquility, and stability.

Clint has bright yellow wings, as warm as the sun, with a wingspan of 8 feet. His color signifies optimism, energy, joy, happiness, and friendship. 

Wanda's 9 feet wings are a very light shade of blue, symbolizing her hope, innocence, and naivety.

Pietro's 10 feet wings are magenta in color, representing his compassion, kindness, and cooperation.

Sam's wings are a light shade of brown with a span of 9 feet, symbolizing his confidence, casualness, reassuring presence as well as his reliability.

Bucky has huge orange wings with the same wingspan as Steve, representing warmth, creativity,  change, determination, and freedom.

While some of the Avengers like Steve, Bucky, Hawkeye, and Sam keep their wings out during battle, the rest kept theirs retracted in their backs so that they don't get in the way or get hitten. However, in the compound, all of them let their wings out comfortably. 

Well all of them except one.

Peter Parker, better known as Spider-Man, has never let his wings show. He always keeps them hidden at all times. 

Reason? The moment his wings grew at the age of 10, both Ben and May ordered him to keep them retracted at all times. He never understood why. He loved his wings the first and last time he saw them when he was 10, but Ben and May never let him show them. Even when May died last year, she ordered Peter to not show his wings to anyone.

It has been 7 years since Peter has seen his wings. He has even forgotten their color. All he knew was that he got bullied daily for not showing his wings. Flash Thompson with his dark black wings goes as far as calling him a freak and abomination.

Peter hated it.

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"Say, Peter," Sam suddenly said one day, "Why don't you show your wings around us?" 

Peter looked up from his book and shrugged, "Aunt May and Ben always told me to keep them hidden." The team members looked at each other, concerned.

"What color are they, Underoos?" Tony asked, sitting down next to his mentee(son).

"I... don't remember. It's been a while since I saw them," Peter said softly.

"You can show us, Peter, we would never judge you, you know that, right?" Pietro stated in his thick accent, Wanda nodding beside him.

Peter looked at all of the team. All of their eyes only conveyed kindness and concern. He took a deep breath and nodded. He was tired of hiding them. Maybe the team can give him answers?

He took off his hoodie, leaving him in a thin black shirt. He closed his eyes and concentrated on taking his wings out. He heard the soft whooshing of the wings from his back. 

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The Avengers stopped breathing. 

Peter had 14 feet wings of the purest color of white. White was the wing color envied by all. It symbolized innocence, purity, light, brilliance, perfection. People with white wings were literally called angels.

Peter looked at his teammates shyly, "Guys? Is there something wrong with my wings?" This shook everyone out of their stupor.

"Pete, have you seen the color of your wings?" Natasha asked, crouching down in front of him. Peter shook his head. "Look at them," she softly said.

Peter slowly turned his head to look at his wings and froze.

"I'm-I'm an angel?" Peter asked with wide eyes.

Steve laughed out loud, "Literally and practically kid."

"May and Ben, bless them, never let you show them because they were jealous. White wings are envied by all kiddo. Show them off from now on," Bucky said from his perch on the sofa.

"Don't use them in battle," Clint suddenly said, "White wings are easily distinguishable. Show your wings when you're Peter Parker, retract them when you're Spider-Man. They won't be traced back to you."

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"OI! NO-WINGED FREAK," Flash called out in the hallway after the last class. "Puny Parker, I'm talking to you."

"Oh really?" Peter raised an eyebrow from his position between Ned and MJ "I thought you were calling a no-winged freak?" 

"Yeah, you're the no-winged freak, Puny," Flash sneered.

"Oh but I do have wings," Peter smirked.

"I don't believe you," Flash snorted, "Show them and I will."

"He doesn't need to prove you anything," MJ said in a monotone.

Peter set a hand on her arm in reassurance. He closed his eyes and concentrated on his wings coming out. He heard the soft sound of his wings unfurling, and the entire hallway turned quiet.

All the students in the hallway were wide-eyed and slack-jawed. Peter Parker, the nerd supreme, had white wings? They were having trouble believing it.

"You-You're an angel," Flash stuttered after a beat of silence. 

Peter just shrugged and walked out of the school with Ned and MJ by his side, both unfurling their brown and red wings respectively. 

Peter shook his wings and flew in the air for the first time in a long time, Ned and MJ following him with whoops and loud laughter, his bright white wings shimmering in the bright light.

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Hi hello yes I'm just here to tell you that I'll now be posting the one-shots as individual stories for my convenience as well as yours. However, I am not deleting this one-shot book because I already have quite a lot of kudos and hits and it would break my heart to delete it :D