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Peter Benjamin Parker. 15 years old, orphaned at the age of 5 when his parents died in a plane crash, moved in with his aunt and uncle until his uncle died 7 years later, now just him and his aunt living in a little apartment in Queens. On scholarship at Midtown School for Science and Technology. An internship with THE Tony Stark. A good life.
Except… Peter Benjamin Parker doesn’t exist. Sure plenty say they know him. Sure he’s seen walking through the halls of Midtown everyday. Sure school records say he exists. But it’s all a lie.
See Peter Benjamin Parker doesn’t exist. But Peter Antony Stark does. Biological child of Tony Stark and Pepper Potts-Stark, future CEO and owner of Stark Industries, and one of the best kept secrets of the company.
No one knew that Peter was Tony’s kid. Most knew him as an intern, if they knew him at all. Not even the Avengers knew Peter was Tony’s kid, for all they knew, Tony’s only kid was Morgan Stark who was only a few months old. Sure they knew Spider-man, but who Spider-man was? That was a complete mystery.
Peter was sitting on the floor in his room in the penthouse, technically he was supposed to be asleep 3 hours ago, but his web shooters were so close to a mega cool upgrade and he was sooo close to finishing it. At least he had been sooo close 3 hours ago, at midnight, when his mom and dad had unfairly kicked him from the lab, now, at the early hour of 3 am, he was still working, just in his room instead of in a super cool high tech lab. Completely unfair.
But now, after 3 hours of ‘being asleep’ Peter was soooo hungry. Like eat the whole kitchen hungry. So, being as stealthy and ninja core as possible Peter sneaks his way through the penthouse to the kitchen. Opening the fridge with minimal noise (not that it really matters, his mom and dad could sleep through a bomb strike) and pulls out the milk. He proceeds to grab his cereal from the side cabinet, cinnamon toast crunch, aka the best cereal in the world, and pours it in the bowl, followed by a reasonable amount of milk for his supreme milk to cereal ratio.
“Who are you?” asks a voice behind him, unmasked aggression visible in their tone. Peter swivels slowly to see four Avengers standing behind him. Shit. That’s when Peter remembers, the Avengers floor was currently flooded (thanks a lot Clint) and said Avengers were staying on the Penthouse floor for a few days while the plumbers fixed their floor. Ah yes. Now Peter remembers his Dad warning him last night about how he can’t do anything until they move back to the lower floor. Right.
“Uhhhh…” Peter responds eloquently “I’m… Peter.”
“Why are you in the tower?” Steve Rodgers, as in THE Captain America replies.
“Uhhhh…” Peter says, don’t judge, at this point he’d been awake for over 20 hours and hadn’t had a drop of caffeine in almost 17. He wasn’t exactly at his peak.
“Why’d you break in?” Black Widow questions, slowly pulling a knife from her belt.
“Woah! I definitely didn’t break in!” Peter squeaks “Nothing’s broken is it?” he adds a cheeky grin after this last comment, which probably wasn’t a great idea as Black Widow proceeded to chuck her knife at him. Peter side stepped easily and the knife impaled itself deep in the fridge.
“Hey what gives?” Peter asks indignantly “That fridge was new!” Said fridge was only new because last week Peter had accidentally ripped the door off the last one, but the Avengers didn’t need to know that.
“Why’d you come here, kid?” Captain America asks, his shield ready.
“To eat Tony Stark’s cereal, obviously.” Peter says with an exaggerated eye roll before taking a large bite of cereal. Then, Mr. America chucked his fucking shield straight at Peter. Peter ducked, naturally, but the shield still clipped his cereal bowl, sending it to the floor, before imbedding into the wall behind him. Peter stared, close to tears, at his poor cereal, spilled all over the floor like some sort of crime scene. Unfortunately, when distracted by his precious cereal’s tragic demise, a well timed punch from Clint (this is all your fault Clint) sent Peter to the floor to lay with the remnants of his cereal. That's when Morgan started crying.
“Great! Now mom and dad will be pisssssed.” Peter says from the floor, drawing out the last word as tears flow down his cheeks, mourning his poor cereal.
“The fuck,” the Winter Soldier says from the corner where he’s been brooding. Black Widow kneels over him, preparing the punch him a second time.
“We’ll let Tony choose how to punish you,” She hisses, raising her fist. Just then Tony and Pepper race in, Pepper bouncing Morgan on her hip.
“STOP” Tony commands, “Get off him, Nat”
“Dadddd” Peter wails, exaggerating slightly for sympathy points, he throws himself at Tony, wrapping his arms around him and cry/laughing into his dad’s shirt.
“It’s alright Bambino,” Tony says, glaring over Peter’s head “How dare you attack my son, in his own home no less?!” He thunders
“S-s-son?” Clint stutters, Nat and Steve’s faces are white, Bucky just looks resigned.
“Yes, son.” Tony growls, beginning to lead Peter out “Let’s go Bambino” he says to the boy, who is still sniffling slightly.
“And you woke Morgan.” Pepper scowls “Now she’ll never go back to sleep.” She follows Peter and Tony from the room, leaving four stunned Avengers behind.
Once they reach the hallway, Tony speaks “You can quit that performance, Bambino, nice try but I invented fake crying.”
“Aw man.” Peter responds “You think I can still get an apology present out of the Avengers?”
“Oh yeah” Tony chuckles “I’ll help you plan. But first, you gotta go to bed, for real this time.”
“Uhgggggg” Peter moans, shuffling to his room “Night Dad.”
“Night Bambino” Tony responds.