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Things had been closer to normal lately. With everything worked out between the Accords and the Rogue Avengers being pardoned, they had started to spent time together again.
That particular night was no different. They all had the day to themselves, Thor was visiting and even Bruce was able to relax along side them.
The excuse was a movie night would boost teamwork or morale or, well, any other excuse for them to just sit and breathe for a minute without fucking aliens or other worldly assholes ruining everything.
Tony was grateful for it, albeit a bit disappointed that Peters invitation had been rejected on account of studying for his midterms and patrol. His exact words were, "Mr. Stark, if I fail these midterms I'll never move on to 11th grade and I'll be stuck a sophomore for the rest of my life, I’ll have to drop out and be one of those costume scammers in Times Square just to afford rent. Which will be my cardboard box and the one square of concrete on the side walk."
Which, of course was dramatic, but he evened it out when Tony asked why he was going on patrol if he had to study so bad and the kid just grinned, "With great power comes great responsibility, or whatever." And shot a web and jumped out the window yelling, "And I'm responsible!"
It only took ten minutes to recover from that heart attack.
But now they all sat around, snacks and drinks littering the living room as some movie plays on the TV.
"So, Stark, when are you going to introduce us to Spider-Man?"
Tony's head shot up to look at Sam who was sat at the butt-end of the sectional. "Why?"
"Well, 'cause he's talked about like some honorary Avenger and I heard he crashed a plane two months ago and left that Vulture guy on a beach with a note." Sam sat up a little. "Can't help but be curious why the guy didn’t leave him in the fire."
"I would like to meet this man of spiders." Thor added, a bright grin on his face.
"He's big on secret identities." Tony rolled his eyes. "So he's not too keen on meeting a team made up of actual spies and nosy bird-guys."
"That's fair." Nat smirked a bit. “I bet I could crack it in two minutes.”
“Ha, I’d get it in thirty seconds.” Clint snorted.
Tony shot them a glare. "Under no circumstance should any of you try to figure out who he is. He's laying low for now, he's already rejected becoming an actual Avenger. No reason for any of you to bother him."
Rhodey suppressed a smile, covering his mouth with his hand. He knew Peter and had already given Tony a hard time on recruiting a fourteen year old, fourteen!
"He was like three months away from turning fifteen, Honeybear." Tony had defended himself. “Practically an adult.”
"Fourteen!!"
The argument had dissolved when he looked back into the puppy eyes that were Peter Parker's, the kid apologizing profusely for causing a fight and he sighed. If Tony was gonna be this kids new dad, though he denies it, Rhodey was determined to be the best uncle. (Not that he had much competition anymore, unfortunately rip Ben)
"Boss, baby monitor protocol has detected activity, Spider-Man is currently climbing up the building." FRIDAY announced, much to Tony's dismay.
This kid had the worst timing. He vaguely wondered if he had heard them talking.
"Open the Spider-Baby window, FRI." Tony sighed. He was probably just coming to drop by, though the Tower was way out of his way from his usual Queens patrol. And he doubted he was switching it up if he was actually concerned with studying, which knowing Peter, he was.
He was about to pull up the kids vitals, his hands shaking with nerves as the team perked up at the sudden announcement. The movie was paused and all eyes went to the only open window in the room.
"Hey, Mr. Stark!" He heard from outside the window. "Don't freak out, okay?" The kid poked his masked head up through the window. He voice was a bit pinched.
"Kid, what's going on?" Tony rushed over to the window, an entourage of nosy ass superhero's followed.
"So you know that Disney movie that came out a while ago about the two princesses and well, I guess one princess and one queen 'cause she became a queen like right at the beginning. The one where she got all icy?" Peter waved his hand around and made an attempt at a sound effect. “And the talking snowman?”
"Frozen?" Clint cocked an eyebrow.
"Yes, Mr. Hawkeye, sir! That's the one!" He grinned under the mask.
"Are you asking if we can watch Frozen?" Tony tilted his head, his arms crossed.
"You're welcome to join." Steve piped up. "Hey, Queens."
"Oh my god." Peter said a little breathlessly. "This is so embarrassing now. Mr. Captain America, nice to see you again. No, I actually am a little caught up at the moment. But, well, that's actually why I'm here. I forgot you had company though, so I guess I'll see if my, uh, guy in the chair can help me with this. But he's not too good with blood so—"
"Blood? Pet— Spider-Man, please get to the point." Tony felt his heart thumping harder in his chest. Blood?
"Oh, right, so embarrassing. Sorry guys." Peter climbed into the window fully, wincing when his feet hit the ground. In his side was a rather large kitchen knife.
"I've been impaled." He said weakly, though Tony could see the slight grin on his face through the mask.
"Oh for fuck sake!" Tony exclaimed, rushing to the masked child. "Rule number 47, no quoting Disney movies when you've been stabbed!!"
"Any other type of movie is okay?" Peter smirked a bit, swaying from side to side as Tony began dragging him to the Medbay. "I've been lightly stabbed, Mr. Stark."
"Brooklyn Nine-Nine is a tv show, Peter." Tony grumbled. “48, no quoting anything when stabbed, and no getting stabbed!”
"Mr. Stark, that's my real name." Peter whined, hand going to the knife.
"Fuck, sorry. Let's get you to the Medbay." Tony held both of the boys shoulders.
"Bad langue word." Peter groaned. "This fucking hurts, dude."
"I'll let that slide since you have a blade in you." Tony muttered.
"Oh, badass." Peter sighed. "I'm tired. You guys keep a secret okay?" He looked at the Avengers huddled around them. They all looked pale and freaked out. Amateurs, this is like the either time he's been stabbed.
The all nodded and Peter pulled off his mask.
"Surprise! I’m Peter." Peter grinned weakly. "Okay, I think I'm actually dying now."
"Steve, pick him up." Tony barked as the kids steps slowed. Of course this kid would decide to reveal his identity to the team now.
With Peter in his arms, they rushed down to the Medbay. "You alright, son?"
"Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed." Peter hid his face. The blood loss clearly had him discombobulated. "Mr. America, 'm sorry for bleeding on you."
The puppy eyes weaseled their way into his heart instantly and Steve smiled a bit. "It's no problem."
No wonder Tony had practically adopted the kid.
Upon getting the kid on the bed, Bruce sprung into action. An IV placed in this arm and pain medicine flowing into his system within seconds.
“Oh, man.” The kid rolled his head and grinned at Bruce. “Hey, Dr. Banner. Funny seeing you here.”
“Hello, Peter.” Bruce chuckled a bit, examining the knife that still stuck out of his side. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Peter giggled a bit. “I feel so weird right now.”
“That’s drugs, buddy, and you better not do them outside of here.” Tony ruffled his hair a bit.
“N-No! I’ve done D.A.R.E. classes, Mr. Stark. I’ve drug free for life, they made me sign a paper and then I got a piece of candy, I can’t lie about that.” Peter looked at him with genuine concern and Tony thanked god that this batch of drugs seemed to finally be strong enough.
“So, who did this to you?” Nat leaned on the wall and looked down on the teen who sighed rather loudly.
“Well, Ms. Romanov, I was trying to stop a crime and then they committed a crime on me.” Peter looked down as Bruce prepared to pull the knife out. “Dog-napper.” He grunted.
“Don’t be rude, Pete.” Tony snorted when the kids head snapped up.
“No! No no no! I wasn’t calling Dr. Banner a dog-napper, I was saying that the g-guy was stealing a dog. At knife-point. So I said, you can’t do that. And then he was gonna kick the dog, I sensed it, you know? So, I didn’t want that to happy and the lady, the dogs mom or whatever, started crying and I tried to get in front of the puppy so it didn’t get punted. Oh, yeah, it was a puppy. It was so cute, Mr. Stark, oh my god. I didn’t want him to hurt ‘em, so I pushed him a little and was gonna web him, but the dog started jumping on me so I accidentally webbed the wall and then he just stabbed me!” Peter sighed, his head falling back on the pillow. “I didn’t even get to pet the dog.”
“Did you breathe at all during that?” Sam asked, getting a sharp nudge from Steve.
“I’ve got strong lungs now. Asthma got wrecked with my spicy DNA.” Peter grinned, wincing when Bruce took a hold of the knife. “Oh god.” Peter groaned at the sight.
“Okay, Peter, take in a deep breath.” Bruce instructed, bracing for the knife to be pulled out. The teen listened, sucking in a lungful of air. He shook his head when Tony offered him a hand.
“Too strong, Mr. Stark. I don’t wanna hurt you.” Peter looked up at him with a tiny smile.
Without another word, Steve offered his hand with a smile. “You squeeze as much as you need.”
Peter grinned up at him. “Thanks, Mr. Captain America, sir.”
The kid took it surprisingly well up until the stitches. That’s when Tony kicked just about everybody out, besides Steve due to the kids death grip on his hand.
Tony ran a hand through his messy curls, soft reassuring words spoken to him as his breaths came out short and stuttered.
The kid loathed stitches.
By the end of it, the initial pain meds were wearing off and the teen looked wrecked, his eyes red and watery as he looked up to his mentor.
“Did I do good?” He asked softly, melting against the hand that brushed a curl from his face.
“Yeah,” Tony smiled, “You did good, kid.”
And just like that, Peter felt okay again.
That was until he woke up the next morning with a clear head and horrifyingly embarrassing memories.