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“Come on…come on! I can’t be late!” I murmured frantically as my fingers danced on the black keyboard before me. The plastic grey chair I sat in was uncomfortable as I sat hunched forward, my brown eyes sinking into the bright screen as I desperately tried to print off my research paper. By my side was my torn and busted backpack, the sewing had fallen apart ages ago as forced tears were evident along the surface of the bag. My dad had tried to fix it up before school, but that didn’t end too well and I told him it was fine. He was upset at first, but within a week he accepted it.
I sat alone in the school library finishing up my research paper; no one was at school and I was supposed to be home about an hour ago. The stress I had was eating away as I worried how my fathers would react to my lateness, the last time I had returned late they had threatened to place a tracking chip into my body along with driving me personally to and from school themselves; though the deal with the tracking chip probably had happened anyway.
“Mr. Parker, shouldn’t you be going home now?” I heard a kind voice behind me. I tore my gaze from the screen to meet the eyes of the kind librarian before me. His combed back grey hair was smooth and the smiling wrinkles around his eyes and mouth brought a smile to my face.
“R-Right, I um—I’ll be on my way after I finish this paper sir, I’m sorry for keeping you here.” I answered sheepishly as I save the draft before printing it off. Hopefully, pops won’t be too angry with my late return, after all he was the parent that I could trust to help me with English and History.
“Don’t worry about it Peter, I was just worried your folks would be panicking right about now.” The librarian rushed out in a sheepish manner as he rubbed the back of his head.
“Oh…yea, they’d probably be freaking out…” I muttered out with a wince as I could practically feel my parents’ overprotective and unstable aura from the library.
Seeing this, the librarian offered a weak smile as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he asked, “Would you like me to phone them?”
My response was immediate as I jolted up from my seat to stare at the elder male with wide eyes. “No! No, don’t worry about Mr. Lee.”
Mr. Lee gave me a suspicious look before surrendering as he let out a sigh, “You young kids, always thinking you can handle things by yourself…makes an old man like myself worry so much for you youngsters…”
“Mr. Lee, it’s not like that—Look. Nothing’s wrong at home, my parents’ just worry for me when I don’t return home on time.” I said with a guilty gaze. I didn’t mean to have people worry about me, it just didn’t settle right in my stomach.
For a while, Mr. Lee didn’t respond as he stared at the wall past me with a spaced out gaze before he spoke. “…Alright, just get home safe Peter.”
“I will Mr. Lee.” I answered immediately as I glanced over to the printer to find that my paper had been printed and was seated waiting for me to pick it up.
Excusing myself, I walked to the printer after swinging my backpack over my right shoulder as I snatched the paper from the printer.
“See you tomorrow Mr. Lee!” I called out as I rushed out the library doors with a small smile on my face, though it faded away as I began to run home.
“Where is he Steve? You told me that he’d be home by this time exactly and you lied.” A male growled out, his brown colored hues darkening as he stared at his husband with a feral look. His combed back hair was clean along with his goatee which was as he liked to say, ‘fashionably styled’.
The man in questioned stared at his husband with such harshness that it was questionable if he truly did love the other. His blonde hair was tousled as he had a slight 5’oclock shadow, his stance was domineering as he stared down at his husband with stoic blue eyes. “He was supposed to Tony, he either had something to do last minute or some piece of shit out there is hurting him.”
Tony’s immediate response was drastic as he called upon his black and gold armor upon his relatively lean form. “Whoever decided to touch my baby will regret the choice of laying a hand on his precious head…”
“Would you like help with that or do you want me to do clean-up...again?” Steve grumbled out as he stared at his bipolar husband. Ever since their first meeting aboard the tri-carrier all those years ago he couldn’t believe that they were married. Tony Stark, genius, billionaire, play boy, philanthropist. That was what his husband was known as before he became the new Tony Stark; billionaire, genius, insane, bipolar. Ever since a failed mission before Peter was adopted the genius’s personality became warped into mainly two types. The deranged overprotective father and bat shit crazy evil genius who tortured for a hobby.
“Oh no, don’t worry about it sweetheart. I won’t be making that big of a mess like last time.” Tony teased as he returned his husband’s gaze with one purely filled with contained anger. Tony was surprised that the marriage had lasted so long, the pair fought. A lot, especially after the capsicle’s defrosting all those years back nothing had changed about the patriotic hero until the failed mission. It turned the hero into a villain, leaving his morals to create new ones that centered around the destruction and ruling over mankind.
Originally, Tony Stark and Steve Rogers were heroes. Earth’s mightiest heroes who fought alongside Black Widow, Hawkeye, Hulk, and Thor; but times were different now. Everyone on that team had changed. Some for the better, others for the worst; for example Tony and Steve turned for the worst as they sided with Hydra, Doom, anyone who would help further their plans in global domination, and who was caught in the midst? Why their son Peter of course. Speak of the devil…
“Dad, Pops I’m home!” Peter called out as he trudged through the mahogany door. His voice sounded anxious as his eyes scanned the premises before he was slammed against the closed door by his father.
“Peter! Where have you been? Did someone stop you and try to drag you into the world of drugs and sex?” Tony hissed out as his face plate was up. Peter gulped as he could feel his father’s pent up rage before he placed a hand on his father’s armored shoulder.
“No dad. I was staying in the library to print out my paper. That’s it I promise.” He answered in the calmest voice he could muster as he stared at his father dead in the eyes. In the back hidden within the shadows he could make out the bulky form of his pops before he was freed from his father’s deadly grip.
“Oh thank goodness, well get on upstairs so you can rest up kiddo~. Dinner will be ready in a bit.” Tony cooed as he called off his armor before whistling as he headed towards the kitchen. Steve had stayed where he was as he observed his son before heading towards the kitchen as well, though before he left he made sure to ruffle his son’s hair while giving him a rare smile.
“Welcome home kid…”
Dinner went calmly with the small conversation Tony made with both his son and husband both varying from missions and others dealing with Peter’s future. The very thought had Peter’s stomach queasy as he prayed to god that he wouldn’t be dragged into his parents’ shenanigans.
As the sun set Peter couldn’t help but shiver as he skimmed through his online classes’ notes before glancing out the window at the area he grew up in. Old trees, graffiti, thugs, dealings, and killings of all sorts happened while he grew up and he had to thank his dads for keeping him safe and healthy while he grew up.
While he worked he could hear the sound of the beaten up mahogany door of their home slamming open, the gate to the lair was poorly beaten up. Deep grooves could be found within the door as thin shreds of the wood began peeling off. The paint was chipping and fading away from the wood as it gave the apartment building an ancient feel. Within the chambers two pairs of boots could be heard climbing down the stairs. The swishing and clinking of metal indicated a suit of armor while the distinct swish and squeak of leather and latex could be heard, differentiating the two people.
“Petey, be sure you study up for that final you have okay~? I don’t want our baby boy failing some shitty class because a teacher graded you poorly!” Tony called out from the lobby of the building as he adjusted his repulsors.
“Tony, relax. Peter will be fine, he’s a smart boy. After all, you were the one to raise him to be so smart. I just taught him how to defend himself.” Steve countered as he adjusted his leather gloves.
“Oh shut up, you did more than that you big oaf. Anyway, study hard kiddo~!” Tony cooed out as he lightly punched his husband’s shoulder.
“We’ll be back before sunrise Peter. If anything happens you know how to contact us.” The Hydra super soldier called out as a small “Yes dad” was heard deeper within the chasm of doors.
Pleased, the pair walked out of their home and into the streets to begin their mission. Peter could hear the faint chatter from the pair before he heard his father’s thrusters take off with his pop in toll. Once the coast was clear the teen let out a sigh as he leaned back in his chair. He loved his parents dearly, but sometimes they down right terrified him…especially Tony’s constant personality switch.
"Sometimes I wish that there was a way to help them…to get them to see the light again…” Peter began as he paced around his bedroom before he spoke, "Jarvis, my fathers have left right?"
"Yes sir, from the location of Mr. Stark they are both heading towards Sweden." Immediately, the teenage boy frowned, why would Hydra go to Sweden? The thought itself worried the boy, but he said nothing as he crouched down to pull out the infamous red and blue Spider-Man suit. The teen smiled at his handy work before taking a quick whiff before gagging.
"Jarvis, do I have any clean suits?" He asked the AI as he threw the suit back under the bed. In response there was a whirl as the AI quickly produced a new suit for the vigilante before he heard a light knock against his window. Glancing back the boy found his boyfriend and partner Wade Wilson, better known as Deadpool to the community.
"Give me a second." He stated as the masked mercenary pouted and impatiently continued to tap against the window. Peter chuckled at his antics when the suit was finalized.
"Here you are sir." The AI stated almost happily as the neatly folded uniform popped out and onto his desk.
"Thanks!" He stated with gratitude as he quickly removed his clothes to put on his fresh uniform. Outside he could hear the low sexy whistle Wade produced upon Peter stripping, and he countered that by throwing his shirt at the window with a teasing smirk on his face before he sighed blissfully. This was the life...he guessed, before he pulled down the mask and opened the window to soar into the sky and keep the civilians safe.
Yet, as Peter soared off into the distance he couldn’t shake off the feeling of being watched by a pair of glowing red eyes.