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Peter James Stark used to have a different name and a different identity entirely, his old name was Peter Benjamin Parker at least thats all he knew when he found his old file his dad had hidden away in a dusty box. Peter used to live with his mom, he didn't really remember her much, all that  he knew was that she died when he was three and he was shipped off to his biological father how CPS even found out that Peter was the one and only Tony Stark's biological son, he'll never know. Peter also had a few pictures he hides away in his drawer.

Of course he wasn't Tony's only child, Harley his older brother who was practically the opposite of Peter was the oldest and Peter was younger by like.. two years. Morgan is the youngest, she wasn't really planned at least that's what Peter thinks because Tony and Pepper were practically pale in the face for the whole pregnancy and he can still remember how awkward it first was when Pepper started living with them, he could still remember it even though it was years ago- and how Harley didn't like it one bit but softened up to her not even two days later. 

The point is, Peter was different and he knew that. He wasn't stupid to not know, even the Avengers that lived with them for a bit were really close with Morgan and Harley but didn't know how to talk to Peter, but he himself didn't really know how to talk to them either so it wasn't that big of a problem. 

Peter used to get lonely though, a lot, he remembers most of his childhood in his room playing with his toys alone while Harley was next to their dad doing whatever stuff they did in the lab with Pepper staring at the two fondly with a soft smile pressed on her lips. She never had that smile when she looked at him.. she just didn't know how to talk to him and to be fair most people didn't. 

Most people found him weird, he had big geeky glasses, was a nerd, and had tons of allergies so he understood where they came from. He did have friends though, he had Ned- his best friend since he was ten years old and they met in school, recently he also had MJ who kind of scared him but she was also really nice when you get to know her. 

So he wasn't alone, well outside of home anyway. 

Anyway, Peter was fourteen years old, the unknown middle child of the Stark family. There were hardly any pictures of him online and he preferred it that way. Peter also knew he was the product of a one night stand, Tony at least dated Harley's biological mom for three weeks before she got pregnant with him. 

Peter had regular nannies when he was younger as well, he had a favorite one though, Ms Laine, she was nice and made Peter when he was younger not feel as alone as he was until one day they all left and Peter started to take care of himself alone. 

Peter used to get jealous of Harley, Harley who called Pepper "Mom" and was popular outgoing and the pride of Tony Stark. Harley was close with the Avengers who always cringed when they had to talk with Peter. Harley didn't get bullied at school and Harley was- the complete opposite of what Peter was. 

Then Morgan came, and he saw how neither Pepper or Tony changed towards Harley not even the Avengers. So Peter came to the conclusion that in some way, it was his fault for being so different because Peter couldn't even dream of having something like that. 

Peter got used to it in some way or another and figured it out. He was in a home that was full of people who were a family and he was the only outsider there. 

It was fine, really it was. 

Peter woke up today and knew instantly it wasn't going to be a good day because his head was throbbing in pain. He got up sighed and started to get ready when he changed he walked into the kitchen and made himself a sandwich. Peter got dressed in his usual clothes, a hoodie that was a bit to big fort him, at least it hid his arms.. it wasn't like he wanted to hurt himself its just sometimes he doesn't know what else to do.

He didn't even really notice Harley walking in. "Morning, Pete." Harley greeted not even glancing at his direction before opening a cabinet to see where the cereal was. 

"Morning." Peter greeted back trying to finish his food as soon as possible because Ned was already spamming his phone full asking him when he was going to arrive. 

"Did you know where the cereal is?" Harley asked and Peter just shook his head, thats when Pepper walked in already dressed in her work clothes she ruffled Harley's hair before she spoke. 

"That cereal had far too much sugar, try to eat something healthy for once, Harley." Peter watched as Harley groaned and closing the cabinet he just opened. 

"Mom, that was literally my favorite cereal, you know that right?" Pepper just smiled. "I do know that." 

She finally glanced at Peter's direction and gave him a small smile. "Good Morning, Peter." 

Peter cleared his throat before answering. "Morning, Pepper." He gave her a polite smile back.

"Mom you're just hiding it from me aren't you? You are making me pay for staying up late with Dad last night-" Pepper's eyebrow shot up. 

"I did not know that, but thank you for the information, Harley." The boy frowned and then started to look for something else to eat for breakfast. 

"Just give the boy his cereal, Pep." Tony said as he walked into the kitchen with Morgan dressed for her kindergarten day.

"Oh you are in trouble, Mister Stark. Didn't we agree that Harley wouldn't stay up with you in the lab during school days?" Tony gave her a peck on the cheek and Peter just had to cringe from watching it. 

"Harley, Harley! Daddy said he's gonna draw with me today when he picks me up!" The four year old practically yelled as she ran towards Harley. 

"Oh are you little miss?" Harley answered and Morgan pouted. "I'm not little I'm already five, Harley!" 

Harley gasped dramatically. "Five? So you're still a little baby!" Morgan shook her head. 

"No! Mommy tell him! Tell him I'm not a baby!" Pepper gave her a small laugh. "Harley stop antagonizing Morgan. She's a big girl already." Morgan eagerly nodded along. 

Peter cleared his throat trying not to cringe as he started at the happy family scene in front of him "I'm gonna.. gonna wait for you in the car. See you there, Harley." Peter said as he went to get his bag. 

"Tell Happy, I'll be there soon." - is all that Harley said before Peter walked into the elevator and pressed the button to get down. 

He quickly walked towards the car and sat in the backseat, Happy was quiet and didn't say much beside the "Morning" he says every day when he drives them to school. 

Peter opened his phone that was already full of texts. 

Ned: Dude you have NO idea what my mom just got me.

Ned: A NEW LEGO SET! 

Ned: Not just ANY Lego Set but the Death Star one. 

Ned: It has 3,808 pieces Peter! 

Peter: No way. 

Ned: Yes way! Think you can come over after school to build it with me? 

Peter: don't we have practice today? 

Ned: right we do! Another day of you drooling over Liz!

Peter: Dude! 

Ned: You know it's true even MJ knows it she always cringes when you stare at Liz

Ned: Its kind of funny

Peter: It is not :(

Peter shut his phone off when Harley walked to the car and sat beside him in the backseat. 

"Morning, Happy." Harley greeted when the car started. "Morning, Kid." 

The ride to school felt like ages, Harley talked Happy's ears off while Peter was staring out of the window. After about fifteen minutes they arrived at the school and both of them got out, Peter thanked Happy and watched as he drove off. 

"I always forget that you're a freshman now." Harley told him and Peter felt his ears going warm. 

"Yeah, uh.." Harley walked to his group of friends before Peter let another word out and he felt something knot in his stomach. Peter sighed deeply rubbing his eye with hand that was sliding under his glasses as he walked into the building, it didn't take long before he spotted Ned. 

Ned quickly walked towards him a grin in his face, while Peter was beside his locker. 

"Dude!" Peter gave him a tight smile before the two started to walk. 

"You absolutely have to come over after school this week- there is no way I'm building that set without you, Peter." Peter brushed his glasses upwards after they were sliding down. 

"You make it sound like I never come over. I literarily slept over at yours last week, Ned." The boy rolled his eyes. "You know thats not what I mean. It's over three thousand pieces, Peter!" He said it like it was a state secret. 

"I know, Ned." Peter whispered back. "And thats really cool I will come over don't freak out." 

Ned huffed as they continued walking. "I didn't even think that my mom would get it for me! But she did and I was so happy-" 

Peter nodded as his eyes instantly went to Liz when he saw her. 

Ned snapped his fingers making Peter blink and look at him. "Really, Peter? You're gonna drool over her this early in the morning?" 

Peter felt how his face flushed up. "Ned, please for the love of God. Shut up, dude." 

Ned shrugged and went quiet for a few seconds before he stopped like he remembered something. 

"Oh right, Peter." He started. 

"hm?" 

"MJ told me- like before you came that, Mr. Harrington managed to arrange a field trip to OSCORP with the team. Isn't that just awesome?" Peter stared for a few seconds before the realization came to mind in Ned's head. 

"Do you think your dad is gonna let you? I mean I heard that he and Norman Osbo-" Peter quickly put his hand over Ned's mouth. 

"Dude!" Ned blinked, before he slapped Peter's hand away. "Sorry forgot how you were keeping your billionaire dad a secret." He whispered. 

Peter just gave him a blank stare. "It's whatever anyway, I think he'll me go." Not that he cares to even look at me twice a day anyway. 

"MJ said that it's gonna be boring probably since we're all still minors and won't be allowed to touch any cool stuff- but like still it's freaking OSCORP!" 

Peter's brain was racing, he did read a few articles of stuff that was done there and his Mom also worked at OSCORP, at least thats what he found on her file. if his Mom worked there it would have had to been cool, right? 

He smiled faintly. "I think'll it'll be cool to go." 

Ned nodded. "I also told MJ that but she just gave me that stare that creeps the hell out of me." Peter knows that stare, that stare also creeps him out. 

"Dude," Ned spoke up once again already scheming. "Do you think they'll let us see the robotics devision? I'm gonna lose my mind if they do." 

Peter shakes his head. "Probably not." he watched as Ned frowns and he gave him a pat on the shoulder comfortingly. 

"What do we have first period?" He asked the boy. "Chemistry." 

Chemistry, he could work with that. 

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Somehow the days passed faster than Peter predicted and he still hasn't got his Dad to sign the permission slip. It wasn't like he was scared, pshht.. no way. It was just this weird feeling in Peter's stomach that was building up, he doesn't even know how to talk to Tony, at least not the way Harley does or Morgan. 

Whenever they do talk its.. awkward to say the least, not only that but some of the Avengers were staying over the last few days and to be honest there was no way he was going to ask his Dad in front of them so he kept.. dragging it towards the next day. 

Speaking of awkward, this certainly was awkward well for Peter anyway. Dinner with his Dad, Pepper, Morgan, Harley and none other than the Avengers. 

Great, this day just couldn't get any worse could it. The last few days, Peter managed to hide away and eat his food in his room, like always but unfortunately Steve bloody Rogers saw him take a plate and walking towards his room, so of course the man had to stop him and make sit at the dining table. 

It wasn't like Peter hated Steve, he was none other than the one and only Captain America.., didn't mean that he liked him because he could barley handle his facials expressions right now trying his best not to glare at the man. 

"Peter, are you alright you look a bit sick in the face." Fuck you Mister Steve Rogers, sir. 

Peter felt his face grow warm when multiple heads turned to look at him, he changed his mind he hated Captain America. Peter cleared his throat forced a tight polite smile on his face and stared at the blonde. 

"I'm er, fine sir. Just.. a headache." He saw how Harley shrugged and how that big grin arrived on the boys face. 

"Peter was always the one to grow sick, Steve. It was like he spent our whole childhood in his room with a fever." Peter quickly stared back down at his plate biting his lip as he played around with his food. It wasn't Harley lied, Peter did get sick a lot, still did, not to mention his glasses and his asthma.

Peter didn't look up, but he heard someone laugh, his Dad was laughing at what Harley said and Peter didn't even know why he felt hurt over it. 

"Oh well that's nothing bad. I was the same in Peter's age-" Captain America continued and Peter just blurred all the noises out. It felt like ages before everyone finally was done and they were cleaning up table. 

Peter got up and went to his room, took the permission slip and walked into the room his Dad was at he was playing with Morgan who was smiling widely ear to ear. 

"Uhm.. Dad?" Morgan turned her head to look at him still smiling. 

"Hi Petey!" She said and Peter gave her a tight smile back carefully patting her head when she walked closer towards him. Tony looked up to stare at him one eyebrow raised. 

"What do you need, kid?" Peter wasn't panicking, he swears he isn't, his Dad won't even care it's just- it's just a field trip. 

"I just, er, need you to sign this for the field trip tomorrow." Peter replied as he took the paper out of the pocket of his hoodie giving it over to Tony who read the slip raising an eyebrow before he stared at back at Peter. 

"Oscorp? Are you sure no one is forcing you to attend, Peter?" The boy just shrugged biting his lip once again. 

"Well I just think- that it would be cool to like see the labs and the uhm, robotics department, I mean it is the number two best company in the country-" 

His Dad chuckled interrupting from his rant before he replied. "And you know we're the number one, Peter. You can stare and look at our labs all day." 

Peter swallowed hard, not meeting his Dads eye. "Maybe but I still want to go." 

It went quiet for a few moments the only noise in the air being Morgan's humming while she was drawing. 

"Alright, Kid. No need to get so defensive." Tony signed the slip and gave it back, his mouth opened to say something but Peter already rushed to leave before he could even let out a sound. 

When he walked out of the room he saw Natasha, the Black Widow staring at him, he just gave her a polite smile and left to his room. He jumped onto his bed and opened his phone. 

MJ: Did you finally get that slip signed, Loser? 

Ned: Don't be mean MJ, it's not really Peters fault. His Dad is pretty anti-Ocsorp 

MJ: I thought Peter was an orphan? 

Ned: Oh I meant his uncle my bad 

Peter: I just got it signed 

Ned: Sick dude! 

MJ: Finally. I'll let Liz now 

Ned: Awww is Liz asking about Peter? 

Peter: Ned js for your sake I would advise you to kindly shut up. 

Ned: No need to get all angry at me. 

Ned: Speaking of angry it's been a week, Peter. 

Ned: You still haven't come over to build the Death Star! 

Ned: I'm dying over here, Peter.

MJ: Liz was not asking for Peter for your info. She's the captain I think you guys forget that sometimes. 

Peter: Idk when I can come over we have a few guests over at our apartment rn so.. 

MJ: who? 

Peter: Just.. some distant relatives 

MJ: Okay. 

Peter shut his phone and stared at the ceiling not even noticing how he was slowly dozing off. 

Peter got up early today just to avoid everyone else. He changed his clothes got ready and went to school with the bus today, when he arrived he already saw Mj and Ned waiting for him. 

Peter huffed as he walked towards them accidentally bumping into someone. 

"Sorry." He muttered as he stared at the guy, who unfortunately turned out to be none other than Flash. 

"How about you watch where you're going, Penis." Peter obviously cringed and he didn't even notice Mj walking up towards them she stared at Flash. 

"Call him that one more time, Eugene and let's see if you can continue on having a place on the team." She told him an evil smile on her face as she did, Flash huffed and walked to Mr. Harrington. 

"You okay, Peter?" Ned asked him and Peter nodded, not like it was anything new. 

Once Mj was talking with Mr. Harrington Ned started to whisper. 

"How did you convince your Dad to let you, Peter?" Peter rolled his eyes audibly sighing.

"He obviously doesn't care, Ned. It's just a field trip." Peter replied as they walked to the bus.

The pair finally made it onto the bus sitting beside each other, both saying their names for their attendance and Peter giving Mr. Harrington his permission slip.

"What do you think is gonna be the best during the tour, the labs or the-" 

"I very much doubt, that we'll see anything worth seeing." Mj interrupted Ned who frowned. 

"Can't you let a man dream?" 

Peter opened his mouth to say something but his phone buzzed. 

Harley: Dude where are you? 

Harley: We're going to be late yk

Peter: Oh i had to go out earlier today 

Peter: since I had a field trip 

Peter: forgot to tell you, 7:46 am, Seen. 

After the bus eventually finally stopped in front of the Oscorp building, Peter couldn't help but stare at the building amazed. He wasn't sure why he was so amazed- he was literally living at Stark Tower. 

"Pretty sick, huh?" Peter couldn't help but to nod along. They walked through security check in and into the main room for the tour. 

The tour through Oscorp was surprisingly not as boring as Peter expected, they actually were allowed into the IT and robotics department that Ned went crazy for. The tour guide also let them look into the Engineering part that Peter quite enjoyed. 

But during the tour, of course during the middle of it. Peter just had to go to the bathroom. 

"Er, Mr. Harrington?" His teacher looked at him raising his eyebrows. 

"Yes, Mr. Parker?" 

"Can I go to the bathroom?" Mr. Harrington nodded and Peter took that as a sign to leave. 

It took him ages to find the bathroom until he eventually did and once he walked out and was done he saw a door a few meters away opened. Peter stared at it, he was curious and he had his camera with him, maybe there was something cool inside? 

Peter found himself walking into the room not even a second later, it was a rather small room. There were tons of tubes with labels on the glass, he took his camera and took pictures of a few of them. 

Peter walked even closer to the tubes examining them. 

Lycosidae, Latrodectus, Therapohosiade, .. 

"Weird names." he mumbled to himself. 

Each tube had a spider in them, they looked strange and none of the ones Peter ever saw so of course he took this chance to take pictures of a few of them, they looked sick. 

Though, one tube caught Peter's eye, it was empty and he felt how he furrowed his eyebrows. 

He continued to look at the tube, maybe the spider was just small..? Until he noticed something on hand, it was a spider, before he could stop himself he slapped it away. But he was still bitten. 

"Fuck." He whispered, slightly panicked as he rushed out of there as soon as he could. 

Peter felt like he couldn't breathe as he made his way back to the group, he was sure his face was pale and to be honest he was not feeling well at all. 

Ned looked worried when Peter managed to the find the group. 

"Peter, you okay, dude? You look really pale.." Ned asked and Peter just nodded since it was such an obvious lie. 

Oh my god what if the spider had venom. 

"Are you sure?" Ned asked again, his face looked even more worried now. 

"Yep, er, fine. I just didn't sleep well today. You know?" Peter replied after a long awkward moment. Ned looked like he still didn't believe Peter but he dropped the subject. 

The day continued on and the group walked into more wings, but to be honest Peter didn't pay anything else much attention because he was feeling like he was about to pass out any moment. 

Peter bit his anxiously, his headache kept getting worse and it was getting so warm. 

"Peter are you sure you're good?" Peter nodded and he saw Ned frown. 

"You look really sick.. should I tell Mr. Harrington?" Peter felt the anxiety build up in his chest. 

"No- no don't do that. I probably just caught the flu or something." Ned stared for a few more moments before he nodded. 

The walk back to the Bus was torture, it was like every single muscle in Peter's body was hurting. Every step made him feel like he was going to throw up and even Mj looked worried. 

Not only that, he felt sensitive everywhere, so the drive back to the school was even worse. 

Peter doesn't even remember how he made it back home, just that he waddled into the penthouse ignoring every stare he was getting because yes he knows he doesn't look great. 

"Dude you look like absolute shit." Harley spat out and Peter couldn't help it, he turned his head look at him glared at him his eye twitching. 

"Oh you think?" Harley just shrugged and Peter made his way into his room not even caring to change his clothes he felt so exhausted. 

I'm gonna die aren't I.

Peter let himself drop onto his bed ignoring his phone that was buzzing from messages, probably from Ned or Mj. He felt himself drift off slowly, ignoring the pain he was feeling in his body. 

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"..Peter- .. you hear me?" 

Peter groaned, it was far too bright and he wasn't sure if he even was awake, just that he felt- like absolute shit.  Peter knew how it felt like to be sick just not this level of sick. 

It's official he's dying, he's dying because he thought it would be fun to sneak into a creepy weird room filled with spiders to take pictures and now he got bitten and is dying. 

Great Peter, just great. 

He felt someone touch him in a way, but he couldn't wake up, waking up meant feeling even worse and he feels far too hot to even breathe properly. 

"Peter, you feel really hot, are you fucking with me, dude?" Another touch, was that.. Harley? Suddenly Peter felt like something was building up, his mouth was salivating and he opened up his eyes. 

"You're awake-, dude Steve let me come up here to get you for dinner but you look like shit,  should I go get Dad? I should shouldn't I.." Peter wanted to say no, he was shaking his head and when he opened up his mouth he went sideways to where the ground was and threw up. 

"Fuck!" Harley yelled while Peter stared at his own vomit in disgust, actually he was so disgusted he might throw up again but instead he groaned because every single muscle in body was throbbing. 

"I'm- gonna go get Dad. Just let me get you a bucket before you, er.." Harley looked well disgusted in Peter's blurry vision because it was too fucking bright and loud and it hurt and it was hot. 

God, can't he just pass out again? 

"Don- don't get Dad." He managed to let out his voice surprisingly raw and hoarse. Peter gasped in some air, it was far too warm in here and did FRIDAY dim the lights? 

Harley put a bucket in front of him, awkwardly patting him on his back. "No wonder why we haven't seen you in like a whole day. I told them you were sick I just didn't-" 

The older boy stopped for a moment. "Did no one check on you? I'm pretty sure Dad said he would when I told him you were sick.." Peter in his agony gave him a deadpan face. 

When has he ever checked up on me? 

Harley shook his head. "Anyway there is no way I'm not telling him. You need to go to the Medbay or the ER or something because thats not a normal cold or flu." 

He got up staring at Peter's vomit disgustingly. "I'll be right back.. maybe find someone to clean this up too." Fuck you too, Harley. 

Peter was heavily breathing as he stared into the bucket, wait where the hell did Harley even find one? He felt confused, and dizzy. Wow, maybe he'll pass out. 

He saw how his phone was buzzing once again, Harley did mention a whole day went by and he hasn't responded to Ned or MJ well, he's fucked isn't he. 

After what felt like ages, there was movement in the room, Peter was squinting through his eyes not really sure who just walked in right now. Oh right, probably Dad and Harley right? 

"Jesus." Yep, that's his Dad. Peter sniffed as he felt himself whimper when someone put his hand on his forehead. 

".. I just found him here- I thought you checked on him, Dad!" He heard someone cough and fuck it was loud far too loud. 

"I forgot, Morgan had her ballet today and-" It went quiet for a moment and Peter felt the nausea creep up again. He practically threw his head back into the bucket and threw up. 

Someone was patting his back comfortingly. "FRI let me know what Peter's temperature is." 

It didn't long for the AI to answer, and now Peter was really sure, he really was dying. He felt like crying. 

"Boss it seems that Peter has a fever of 104 degrees Fahrenheit. It is recommended to instantly search for medical help." Peter felt dizzy far too dizzy, not even hungry when did he last eat? 

"104? Pete you awake buddy? Can you stand?" Fuck you too Dad I can't even open my eyes. 

"Peter?" He felt everything going black again as he drifted off. 

"Fuck." 

It was loud, that was the first thing Peter noticed when he woke up. He was alone in the Medbay, and it was so loud his ears were hurting. He quickly put his hands over his ears as he opened his eyes. His vision was fuzzy it was far too bright, his throat still felt raw something felt different. 

"FRI what time is it?" Peter eventually asked, and for whatever reason he stared around the room. It was empty beside the well medical stuff and the IV tapped on his arm. 

"It is currently 5:37 pm, Peter. Should I alert Boss that you are awake?" The Al answered and Peter rubbed his eyes with his hands. 

"No.. don't.. It's fine." Peter sat up slowly, wincing at the dull ache that wasn't really pain but not anything normal either. His skin was tingling, like static under surface every sound was sharper, every flicker of light was too bright. 

The Medbay was empty. Of course. 

Nothing new, just the usual like every single other time he got sick. He'd gotten used to it, really Peter did. But sometimes it still hurt, not exactly the same way it did when he was eight after brutal asthma attack after not finding his inhaler trying not cry as the nurse tried to comfort him even though all he wanted was his Dad. His Dad who was busy trying to let Harley soften up to Pepper, his Dad who did everything for Pepper, Harley and Morgan. 

Just not him. 

It was fine, Peter was fine. He was used to this after all and he promised himself not to let himself hope but sometimes.. he just doesn't know what's so wrong or different about him that makes his Dad love him less then the others. Or everyone actually. 

Peter swallowed hard and pulled his knees up to his chest. The room smelled like medicine and hospitals, he loathed that smell. 

He sat like that for a few minutes, trying to ignore the weird hum under his skin. It was like his body had become a live wire, every nerve vibrating just beneath the surface. 

Eventually, biology won over confusion. Peter really needed to pee. 

With a groan he got up, swinging his legs off the bed and stood up. For whatever reason he kind of felt taller. The world tilted though for a second so that was probably why. The Medbay floor beneath him felt cold under his bare feet as he made his way to the bathroom. 

He reached for the door handle as usual. Peter's hand twitched, his palm slick with sweat and when he pushed to open the door-- 

CRACK! 

The handle came off in his hand. Not just the handle, no. The entire door lurched, hinges screaming before screaming right off and slamming into the opposite wall with a metallic clang. 

Peter stood staring at the mess, frozen with his mouth agape. 

"uh.." He stared at the mangled door in disbelieve. "I didn't even push that hard." 

He looked down at his hands, no blood no scratch no anything. Maybe the door was just broken? 

But Tony would never build in a door that would break that easily. 

Okay, something is obviously wrong. 

"Don't freak out, Peter." The teen muttered to himself as he walked into the bathroom finished his business and started to splash some cold water on his face. 

He stared into the mirror. 

That was not Peter. 

His jaw looked sharper, and somehow his hair was curlier than usual. The T-shirt- wait who changed his clothes? Whatever, the T-shirt he usually wears was small on him and he had abs.

"What the fuck." he whispered clearly panicked. "What the actual hell." 

Another flick of panic went through him, what if his Dad found out. 

What his Dad- Tony Stark finding out that his already weird son became more of a freak than he already is. 

"FRIDAY?" He spoke up after a few moments of silence. 

"Yes, Peter?" 

"Delete all footage of what happened here in the last ten minutes." Peter bit his lip anxiously. 

"Already done, anything else?" Peter just shook his head and the Al went silent. 

Peter stared at the mess and it didn't take long for him to do something. He cleaned up most of what he could clean up. He leaned the door back against the frame and tried to forget whatever he just saw in the bathroom. 

As soon as he was done he left the Medbay, trying to rush into his room. 

"Peter?" He heard someone say his name. He turned his head and saw Pepper. Damn it. 

"You okay, sweetie? Helen didn't tell me that she already discharged you?" Peter clenched his jaw and stared at the ground his shoulders going tense. 

"Er, I'm fine. Pretty sure whatever I caught was just a.. bad case of the flu. Anyway I'm going to my room." Peter talked so fast he wasn't sure if the woman even was able to hear what he was trying to tell her. 

Pepper looked.. well however she always looks when she has to talk to him, a polite smile pressed on her lips, of course not the same fond smile she always wears when she looks at his Dad or Harley.. or Morgan. 

"Well if you feel better later join us for dinner, okay?" Peter just nodded and left before she could say anything else. 

When he finally arrived in his room he shut the door closed and jumped onto his bed, his phone was filled with messages. 

Peter: Hey 

Ned: Dude what the fuck

Ned: do you know how BAD you scared me the last three days

Ned: I was quite literally crying over here thinking you died 

Ned: What happened? 

MJ: He's not wrong.

MJ: I also send you stuff 

MJ: You didn't respond. 

Peter: I caught like a really bad case of the flu 

Peter: Pretty sure I just slept it all off I dont even remember anything from the last few days 

Ned: You okay now though? 

Peter: Yeah 

MJ: Are you coming to school tmrw? 

Peter: Obviously. 

Peter: Can you send me all the stuff I missed? 

Ned: Sure  Seen 6:07 pm

Peter shut off his phone with a deep sigh. Something happened after that spider bit him, he got up and stared back into the mirror. 

He looked different and he just noticed he- he can see well. Far too well. 

He can hear everything. 

He's super strong and has abs now apparently. 

Holy shit did I manage to give myself powers by being stupid? 

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Peter was sticky. 

Exactly sticky, he figured that out after he managed to break the drawer in his bedroom and the drawer was stuck in his hands for a whole thirty minutes before it finally went off. 

So on his to do list:  figure out what kind of freaky stuff the spider gave him. 

Peter luck in its finest, not only that but all his clothes were far too small, he didn't need glasses anymore and he was taller. Oh and he also had abs. 

Peter never worked out in his life, how the heck did he manage to get abs. 

No one noticed of course, well at least most of them. 

Ned was confused when Peter came back and was taller and.. no glasses? 

"Peter did you grow or something?" The shorter boy asked and Peter felt sweat building up in his palm, since when was school so incredibly loud. 

"Er, I don't think so?" Ned looked confused staring at his face for another few seconds. 

"Where are your glasses?" 

"Oh I switched to er contact lenses.." 

"I thought those made your eyes itch?" 

Yep, Ned is probably going to figure it out sooner or later at one point. 

Anyway Peter once again ended up at the dining table with none other than Steve fucking Rogers forcing him to eat with them again, he was still pale in the face because of the whole.. drawer situation and not to mention that everything was so freaking loud. 

Also, Peter did notice there was some sort of tension at the table so it was awkward, great. He was playing around with his pasta, wait does he have to be a superhero now since he had powers. 

Should he tell Ned? He probably should shouldn't he.. 

"Peter?" The teen switched back to reality his head turning upwards from his plate where multiple sets of eyes were on him, Pepper looking more.. awkward than usual, Harley looked tense, Morgan was well.. Morgan. 

"Yes?" 

"Pepper was asking you something." His Dad answered and Peter blinked a few times before he replied. 

"Oh er, sorry. I spaced out. What do you need, Pepper?" His Dad raised an eyebrow while Natasha whispered something to Steve that somehow made him suppress a smile. 

He gave Pepper his usual smile he gave her and she gave him one back. 

"I was asking if you were feeling better already? Harley told me you went back to school today and I just want to make sure you're healthy because it hasn't even been a week." 

Oh. Peter cleared his throat, his shoulders tensing up, really this couldn't get more awkward. 

Pepper and he never talked. 

Like never, unless it was about his siblings or his Dad sometimes school but that was it. 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Guess I just had to sleep it off or something." Harley coughed giving Peter a deadpan look as if he was supposed to figure something out. 

"Well I'm glad you feel better, Peter." Steve told him randomly and Peter furrowed his eyebrows. 

"Thank you..?" 

"Well, Peter." Pepper started again fidgeting with her hands. 

"Yes, Pepper?" Morgan looked up, her face showing that she's confused. 

"Why do you not call Mommy, Mommy like me and Harley do, Petey?" The five year old asked brightly and Harley laughed on the water he was sipping from making Steve slap him on the back. 

Peter could feel how the room stilled, he could see how it's confusing to her, even Harley calls Pepper Mom. Peter just.. Peter had a Mom well he used to and even if he didn't remember much that was his Mom and will forever be his mom.Tony opened his mouth to answer but Peter answered before he could. 

"Because she isn't my Mom, Mo." The teen replied casually but somehow that made Morgan even more confused and Pepper kind of had a hurt look on her face. 

Peter could feel Tony's eyes on his face. It's not like he said anything wrong. It went quiet, complete silence. It wasn't cruel, just the simple truth that went shattering onto the dining table. 

Morgan frowned, still looking confused. "Oh." she said before she continued. "But you call Daddy like we do?" Peter shrugged, his skin still felt tingly and he was trying not to twitch. 

"Well that's because he is my Dad. Er, I think you are bit too little to understand. You'll figure it out when you're older." Morgan looked between them then she nodded and went back to eating the pasta on her plate. 

Eventually, dinner was done and Peter got up avoiding any eye contact with his Dad or Pepper. He could practically feel Tony's eyes at him for the rest of the dinner. 

He walked into his room practically jumping onto his bed as he stared at the ceiling. 

But then he heard footsteps, and suddenly the door to his room opened. His Dad walked in a stern look on his face that made Peter feel tense. Peter didn't get up though the two just stared at the other for few minutes before Tony spoke up. 

"What the hell was that, Peter?" His Dad asked sharply. 

"What do you mean?" Tony put his hand on his temple. 

"Dinner." He snapped. "How could you say that she's not your Mom? In front of her?  How in hell did you think that was okay?" 

Somehow, the words hit harder than they should have. His dad was never mad at him, he never noticed him enough to even get mad at him. Now he is mad but because of Pepper. 

Wow. 

Though, Peter swallowed hard. "I didn't mean it like that-" 

"You didn't mean too?" Tony's voice cut through him like metal scraping glass. "You were harsh, Peter far too harsh. Pepper- Pepper is practically your Mom in every way possible-" 

Peter didn't mean too but he interrupted his dad without meaning too. "Morgan asked me a question. What was I supposed to do? Lie? Not tell the truth? I'm sorry to burst your little happy family bubble you build up here but she's not my Mom! At least not in the way she is with Morgan or Harley and you know this, Dad!" 

Tony went quiet for a few seconds. "You were not supposed to break Pepper's heart in front of your five year old sister, Peter. And what do you even mean by that? Are you saying we pick favorites, Peter? We all love you equally-" 

Peter's sudden bitter laugh made Tony stop. "Sure." 

Tony gave him a sharp look. "Peter are you suggesting that me and Pepper are playing favorites?" His dad sighed. 

"Pepper loves you like as if you were her own biological kid, Peter. It doesn't matter about blood or- or flesh or DNA-" Peter shook his head. 

"Dad, I love Pepper. I do, but we are in no way close in that kind of way and everyone knows that. I never connected with her like Harley did." The sweat was building up in his palm. 

"It's not like you ever gave her the chance like Harley." That was kind of what made Peter snap. Being compared to Harley, he hated that. 

"Are you kidding me?" The air shifted. "She's not my Mom and never will be. I had a Mom and she's gone now. I don't need or want Pepper to replace her, I doubt she wants that either." 

Tony went still, looking as if he was punched. 

"You might not care about my Mom, but I do. I don't care if she just was another one night stand for you." 

His Dad was still quiet he took in a deep breath before replying. 

"Don't." his voice surprisingly low. "Don't say that like it's supposed to- you're switching the topic." 

"I'm not." Peter shot back not caring how loud his voice had become. "I'm saying the truth. She's your wife. She's Morgan's Mom and Harleys Mom because he wants her to be. But she certainly isn't my Mom." 

Tony gave him a humorless laugh. "Look kid, I don't know what your problem is right now but that is no excuse to act like an asshole! You do know we were all scared last week when you got sick right- You scared Harley to death!" 

Peter tried not to answer. "Yeah because you were too busy to even check on me!" 

His Dad froze for a second and Peter bit the inside of his cheek, his throat was burning. "That's not fair." 

"It's not like it's anything new. I'm used to this you know? You guys always forgetting me." 

The man sighed rubbing his eyes with his hand. "Pete we don't forget you-" 

Peter shook his head. "Don't lie." 

For half a second his Dad looked like he was, what was the word? Regret or something.. 

Then he opened his mouth again. "You're grounded." 

"I didn't ask to be born in this stupid family!" Peter yelled. 

His Dad snapped back. "Yeah well I didn't ask for your attitude! Guess we both can't have what we want." His voice was rough. 

Peter bit his lip. "You're a Stark, Peter. Maybe start acting like one. Try to be a bit more like Harley." Peter's eye twitched but he won't cry, he wouldn't. His Dad's voice was harsh and he never- he never noticed Peter hard enough to even get mad at him. No matter what he did. 

The words were ringing in his ears. Peter stared at him for a second, long enough to see the line of Tony's jaw - the look in his Dads eyes that made him snap. 

He didn't say anything, he couldn't because his chest felt tight. As if he couldn't talk before it turning into a scream. 

He turned away walked to his chair and took off the hoodie that was on quickly dressing himself with it. 

"Peter what are you doing?" His hands were shaking as he ignored his Dad. 

He passed by Tony quickly ignoring every single set of eyes that was on him. 

"Peter James Stark you get back here right now!" His Dad said sharply while Pepper asked him something. 

"Tony what's wrong?" As if they couldn't hear the screaming match that was going on. 

"Don't you walk away from me." His father started again, which made Peter look over his shoulder. 

"Why not? You already said everything you wanted too." 

"Yeah because obviously someone had to." Tony shot back. "You can't say crap like that and just leave- and its far to late for you to leave the Tower right now anyways! You can't say stuff like that and act like it doesn't matter." 

Peters jaw clenched. "I never said it didn't matter, Dad." 

"Then what was that?" The man demanded. "How could you possibly even say crap like that!" 

"Mommy, Daddy said the c word!" 

"Let's get you to your room, sweetie okay? You too, Harley." 

Peter narrowed his eyes. "Well I guess I am so sorry that I can't be the perfect son- or Harley to you, Dad. Really my bad." 

For a second Tony didn't reply. Then his voice came low and cold. 

"All I wanted you to be was my son. But you sure make that hard sometimes, Peter." 

That one hurt. Really it shouldn't have but it. 

He grabbed his sneakers, his phone- whatever was on the floor. 

"Fine you don't want to deal with me? Sure, I'll gladly help you." 

"Peter-" 

"No." He shoved past him once again, his voice breaking. "You made it real clear what kind of son you want and it's not me." 

Tony's voice followed him through the hall as he walked. Sharp- mad and desperate. 

"Don't you dare walk out of that door, Peter!" 

But the teen was already moving. He hit the elevator button, heart hammering but he didn't look back. When the doors slipped open he stepped inside, every nerve in his body practically having a mental breakdown. 

FRIDAYS voice came on slowly. "Peter, Boss has restricted outdoor access-" 

"Override." Peter muttered. "Code 9-4-7-P" 

The system hesitated for a few moments before it replied. "Access granted." 

"Peter!" - was the last thing Peter heard when the elevator started moving down. 

Peter didn't know how long he had been walking for. Just long enough for the Tower to fade behind him  and the  city turning unfamiliar. 

His hood was up, hands in his pockets because Peter won't lie, it was cold as fuck. 

The teen's heart was pounding, he was still so freaking annoyed- that was probably the first fight he ever had with his Dad and it did not turn out pretty. 

He stopped as he walked into an alley under a streetlight, trying to catch his breath. 

That's when someone spoke. 

"You look absolutely horrid." 

Peter looked up, it was a stranger, but for whatever reason he didn't really feel danger or something. The guy looked his age as well. 

Peter managed to let out a small huff then he laughed. 

"Yeah," he said, voice raw and hoarse from the yelling. "Feels like it, too." 

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"You look absolutely horrid." 

The words drifted through the cold air that was making Peter's face flush red. 

"Yeah," he practically muttered a smile pressed on his lips. "Feels like it too." 

Peter stared at the guy, he looked about his age, also incredibly.. posh in a way? He was standing under a streetlight, a cigarette was dangling awkwardly on his lips. The stranger had the kind of posture that just screamed that he was from money- perfect hair, clean jacket and not the mention that he was ridiculously.. handsome. His hands were shoved in his pockets looking like he trying to act tough. 

The teen took a drag, coughed immediately and nearly dropped the cigarette.

Peter raised an eyebrow. "Wow, real smooth." 

The guy groaned wiping at his mouth clearly looking disgusted. "Yeah, yeah. First time, I thought it'd be funny to piss off my asshole of a father. Just to see his reaction when he smells me." 

Peter snorted. "Pretty sure he'll smell you from all the way from your home, dude. It freaking reeks of smoke over here." 

The guy scoffed. "You always look that rough, or did you tonight escape from the rats that were chasing you?" 

Peter turned his head, eyes squinting at him. "You always sound like that, or is it an allergy thing?" 

The stranger blinked. "What do you mean? Sound like what?" 

Peter smirked. "Like you swallowed a dictionary and act like the prince of England." Peter answered. 

For whatever reason the guy didn't look offended, he just laughed  the sound echoing in the empty street. 

"Yeah, well that's what three years of boarding school do to you, mate. My old man thought it'll make me 'disciplined' and 'well mannered'" He made air quotes with disdain. "Just made me hate uniforms to be honest." 

Peter smiled faintly. "So what, you got kicked out or something?" 

The teen grinned, leaning against the lamppost. "No, I left. my dear old Dad requested- sorry ordered me to come back home, because apparently I need to learn about my duty as the heir of his fortune." 

Peter let out a low whistle. "Well, doesn't that just sound jolly." 

"Yeah right." The guy said dryly. "Anyway what about you? You look like you just escaped a mental hospital." 

Peter tugged at his sleeves, ignoring his phone that was buzzing in his pocket. It's not like his Dad can trace him- he removed that tracker when he 12 just to see if anyone would notice. 

But no one did. 

"Honestly. It feels like that, to be honest." The stranger hummed as he stared at Peter, his eyes narrowing. 

"Anyway, my name's Harry. Harry Osborn." Well, fuck. - is all Peter thought. Well that at least explains the posh British accent, Peter stared at him raising an eyebrow. 

"This is kind of the part where you tell me your name." Harry told him clearly looking amused. 

"You won't believe me." Peter answered, his grin wide as he didn't even try to hide his amusement. 

"C'mon, just tell me." 

Peter thought for a few seconds, licking his lips as he stared straight into Harry's eyes. "Peter. Peter Stark." 

Harry froze for a good second before he bursted out laughing, Peter joining him not even two seconds later. 

"Mate, no wonder you look familiar! I think I saw you at a gala once- Gosh my old man loathes your dad. Is your Dad as much of an asshole as mine is or is that just an Osborn special?" 

Harry Osborn, only son and child of Norman Osborn, the owner of OSCORP- wow fate really fucks Peter off? That same company gave Peter freaky spider powers not even a few days ago. 

"My Dad doesn't really like yours either." That was an understatement, he knows how much Tony hates Norman- apparently those two had a huge fight or something a few years back at a gala and there were even a few scandals when Peter was young. 

Harry tried to take another drag and without fail he started to cough again, once he stopped he threw the cigarette onto the ground and stomped at it. 

"How old are you anyway?" Harry asked Peter eventually. 

"I'm fourteen, what about you?" Harry sniffed still leaning against the lamppost. 

"I'm fifteen, had to er retake a grade which made Dad so mad he shipped me off to England for like three years." Well thats just fucked up. 

"What about you? Your Dad as much of a dick as mine is?" Peter shrugged, fidgeting with his hands as Harry stopped leaning against the streetlight and signaled Peter to follow him, the two started to walk. 

"I don't know. Guess he just doesn't- I mean I kind of stormed off today because we had a huge fight." Harry hummed, a slight smirk on his face. 

"Hm, so as much as a dick as mine is then." Harry's eyes drifted towards Peter's pocket that was buzzing with his phone. He raises his eyebrow. 

"Your Dad doesn't have a tracker on you?" Peter clears his throat. "No he had one, I just removed it when I was twelve and he didn't notice it until.. now." 

The two kept walking, the street was empty only cars passing through and a few drunkards messing around. 

Though the phone kept buzzing and Harry glanced back towards where Peter's phone was. 

"You gonna check that before it explodes, Stark Junior?" 

The air smelled faintly of smoke and cold. "Don't ever call me that again." 

Harry laughed under his breath. "Do you think he'll send a drone to find you?" 

Peter gave him a deadpan expression. "Harry, do not be ridiculous, dude." 

Harry gave him an exaggerated gasp. "But- but, Peter, darlin- it's none other than the great Tony Stark himself, blowing up your phone!" 

He leaned in, whispering mockingly. "Careful, mate. He might send the Avengers after you." 

Peter shot him a glare. "Aren't you just hilarious." 

Harry smirked. "Thank you. I try my best." 

The phone buzzed again, longer this time, a call. Peter finally pulled it out, it was his Dad calling him, and a wall of unread messages. 

Dad: Peter

Dad: Peter get back home this instant. 

Dad: Did you remove my tracker on your phone? 

Dad: Peter, look we'll talk it out when you're back okay? 

Dad: Just come home, please 

Dad: I won't yell   Seen, 9:25 pm 

Harley: Dude, dad is freaking out 

Harley: So is Mom

Harley: look I get why you don't wanna call her mom but I think u kinda overreacted 

Harley: you both did 

Harley: Pete

Harley: you good?  

Harley: Please be safe I'm sure Dad didn't mean it like that yk how he is  Seen, 9:29 pm 

Harry pulled a face as he stared at the messages. "Ugh, what he do? Forget your birthday or something?" 

Peter quickly turned the phone back off and shoved into his pocket. "Er, not really. I don't even understand why he got mad." 

Harry whistled, the grin on his face never leaving his face. 

The teen next to him shoved his hands into his pockets as they crossed the street. 

"So," he said glancing sideways to Peter. "what school do you go to? You kind of seem like the overachieving type." 

Peter huffed. "Midtown High. It's a STEM school." 

Harry's eyebrows shot up. "Seriously, mate?" 

Peter frowned as they continued walking. "Yeah, why?" 

Harry's grin managed to widen, clearly amused. "Well looks like we're gonna see each other more, Stark Junior. That's where I'm transferring." 

Peter stopped walking, frozen for a few seconds. "You're kidding." 

"Nope." Harry said cheerfully. "I start Monday. Apparently public school is supposed to make me more.. I don't know likable or grounded?" He told him in a mocking tone that earned a snort from Peter. 

"Good luck with that." Peter said dryly. "You don't scream public- well not really a public school since most the people that go there are rich snobby kids but still. They are going to eat you alive." 

Harry pressed a hand to his chest, faking his offense. "Ouch- you truly wound me, Peter." 

Peter rolled his eyes, but there was a ghost of a smile hinted on his face. 

"Just saying it's a jungle so I hope you brought bug spray." 

Harry sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "Well, I survived boarding school. I don't think this can be any worse." 

"Depends on who you befriend." Peter muttered, shoving his hands that were practically frozen into his hoodie. 

"Guess I'll have to find out." Harry said easily. "And hey- maybe you can show me around. I don't know like save me of getting eaten alive by those kids." 

Peter glanced over. "You really think hanging out with me is your best survival skill?" 

Harry smirked. "I mean you are Tony Starks kid, Stark Junior." wrong Stark, harry. Truly wrong Stark you met. 

Peter chuckled. "Yeah no, they don't know that. I managed to hide that. Thankfully." 

Harry put a piece of gum in his mouth, looking impressed in a way. 

"You know I might do that, but my old man truly loves to show off so I can't.. speaking of my old man I should get back home before he kills me." Harry glanced at the pocket where Peter's phone was at. 

"You should probably do that too. Who knows, maybe if you cross a line, your father might as well ship you off to boarding school for the next three years," 

Peter nodded.

"Just give me your number first." Harry added on, and the teen gave him his phone. 

"Alright, Stark Junior. I'll see you Monday. Try not to miss me too much." Harry told him giving him a wink. 

"See you Monday, Harry." And eventually the two parted ways. 

Peter opened up his phone to look at the time. 

10:47 pm. 

Well looks like he was fucked. 

By the time Peter made it back to the Tower, it was already past eleven. 

When he slipped into the lobby, FRIDAYS voice - the menace went off. 

"Boss, it seems Peter has arrived." It didn't take long for Tony to rush towards him, his face pale and Pepper behind him looking, well guilty in a way. 

"Peter James Stark!" 

"Peter." Tony started again his voice was low and sharp. "Where were you? Do you know how many messages I send you? How many times Harley tried to call you- Why was your tracker offline? Do you know how worried we were? How worried I was?" 

Thats a first. 

Peter didn't look at his Dad, his hoodie was still up, his skin all tingly and his head was throbbing. 

Eventually he did reply though. "I was with a friend. Nothing dangerous. Just needed space." 

Tony froze. "A friend? Are you kidding me, Peter? Do you think I'm stupid enough to believe that? You've been gone for hours! And I even called that friend of yours Ted-" 

"Ned." 

"And he sure as hell didn't know where you were. Steve thought I was overreacting when I wanted to send the team out. I know you weren't with a friend so-" 

Peter's head snapped up. "You don't know all of my friends. I have other ones that aren't Ned, you know. I actually have a life, not that you know anything about it." 

Tony's eyes narrowed. "Peter, just tell me the truth."

"I said I was with a friend and I told you the truth!" Peter cut in again, his voice defensive. 

His Dad ran a hand through his hair. "Peter this wasn't just a casual hangout. Your tracker was offline. We all had no idea where you were what you were doing and you didn't even bother to respond." 

Peter crossed his arms rolling his eyes. 

"Did you just roll your eyes at me, Peter?" 

Pepper slowly stepped forward. "Tony, maybe just let him-" 

"No, Pepper." Tony snapped as his voice dropped. "Do you have any idea how worried we were? How scared we were that something happened to you? For fucks sake, Peter I don't even recognize you anymore!" 

"What could you possibly mean by that, Dad."  Peter shot back. 

"You know what I mean." 

"No, Dad. You never knew me enough to even say that." 

Tony's face dropped. "You don't mean that." 

Peter didn't say anything further, he just passed by the man, ignoring the look Harley was giving him and he locked himself in his room. 

He didn't get out until the next when he knew his Dad went out because of a mission.