Chapter 1
Peter didn't know how it happened. One minute he was in bio chemistry, awaiting his results of a blood draw the class had done 2 weeks ago, laughing quietly with Ned about a stupid joke he made, and next he was being taken out of class to the office to see the principal.
Had he done anything wrong? Unlikely. Even his attendance had been good!...ish..
His sneakers squeaked embarrassingly on the schools floors as he made his way to the office.
When his hand curled around the doorknob he felt the familiar tingle of danger, his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed. Shaking off the feeling he walked in noticing his surroundings immediately.
Everything seemed normal, the admin ladies sat at their desks, working at their laptops, his eyes fluttered to the other side of the room, to the principals office. From where he was standing he could already hear the voices inside.
"-protocol, Mr Morita." A males voice rang in the room.
Peters brows furrowed In confusion Protocol?Peter thought to himself.
He let his body move on its own to his principals office and opened the door. Mr Moritas head snapped over to Peter in an instant "Peter! Hello.."
Peters eyes shifted nervously around the room, he met the unknown peoples eyes and his heart dropped.
FBI?!
Peter tried to allow his body to calm but he felt a shiver go down his spine.
"Hello Mr Parker. My name is agent Connor Jameson, I'm with the FBI. We'll have to bring you down for Questioning." The man, now addressed as agent Connor replied.
the 5 agents in the room alerted Peter enough that this was serious. The young teen took a shaky inhale
"Uh... hi." The teen winced at the awkwardness of the whole scenario.
crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap! Mr stark was going to kill him. Getting his identity revealed? It was 10x less cooler when it's done twice.
Once again, before the teens mind could understand the full importance of the situation he was in now, he was whisked away in a FBI car.
Peters breath was heavy and near hyperventilation "...so..Mr agent Connor sir..will..-do I need a..lawyer for this?"
The agents eyes narrowed "No, Mr Parker. That's not necessary."
Shit.
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Tony Starks life was...something. Thats what he liked to call it.
Being ironman had its ups and downs, he got to save people, that made him feel a little Better each time. trying to make up for the detrimental impact he caused on the world with his weapons. A downside would be how dangerous his life was.
An example would be Peter Edward James stark.
The little bundle of joy was Tonys second chance at life.
He wanted to be everything that Howard wasn't to tony And he was. For a bit.
That was until one night.
Tony had done his tinkering for the night. He resigned himself with giving Peter a kiss goodnight laying him down in his cot and getting in his own bed with pepper and falling asleep.
He was woken up to Peter's screams and wails at 2:38 am. These cries weren't one of hunger, or thirst. This one was of terror.
The man's body moved on autopilot racing to Peter's room, the door had something pushed up against it to prevent anyone coming in, Peter's screams only got louder.
"I'm coming baby! Shit fuck- why won't you fucking-" Tony was now bashing the door open with his fist working on pure adrenaline, pepper had awoken, horrified at the sight of her husband's bloodied fists and the sound of Peter's screams.
under 2 minutes the older man frantically pushed past whatever had been holding him back and his heart sunk, his knees dropped to the ground with a soft thud.
No no no no no no! Fuck!The window had been smashed.
Muddy footprints had been smushed into the carpet, Peter's carpet.
Peter had been taken.
For the next 3 years tony kept looking. pepper had involved everything, FBI, CIA, the police, for years nothing came up.
And it was like a certain light inside of Tony died. It felt like in that day, he hadn't given up on Peter he had just given up on himself.
Tony took a deep breath shaking off the memory, the wrench in his hand shaking slightly at the thought.
When he had met Peter his parental tendencies came right back. And ofcourse, like the moody and heroic teen he was, Peter did not listen to him.
But they got closer, at first it felt like a betrayal to his baby. But he reminded himself that he wasn't replacing Peter with a new one, and this Peter was not his kid Even though sometimes he wanted to ground the kid like he was his.
Tony laughed at the thought of that glancing at Peter's lab space with a goofy grin, that kid was a handful for sure. But not a bad one.
The older man's thoughts were interrupted when his phone vibrated against the metallic table he picked up the phone swinging childishly in the chair "Yello?"
"Hello, mr stark. This is director Hans buker."
The name rung in his mind as he clutched the phone tighter "What a surprise, director." Tony replied in false cheer.
These calls always went the same, the difference being tony had always been the one calling first.
"Do you have any leeway on it?"
"Have you found him?"
"A dead end?! What the fucking-"
(Tony got reprimanded for that one.)
"Yes, it seems it is. We've found your son, Mr stark. We'd like you to come down, if that's alright with you, we've got your son down here for questioning." The director answered.
Tony's heart dropped and sped up at the same time "..i-..i.wh-y-your certain that it's him?" Tony demanded
"Yes."
That reply was all he needed he hung up the phone, walked out the lab and up to see pepper, she was in her office, scanning through some files, she looked up to see Tonys frantic expression "Tony? What are you-"
"They found him pepper. They found Peter."
All the colour in peppers face drained away. "What?" She choked out getting out of her chair
"Pepper they've found him, pepper he's down there with the FBI, they've got him" Tony exclaimed his hands shook a little as he tried to get a hold of himself
"Let's go lets go! C'mon pepper, fuck the files! Grab your coat, please lets go." Tony pleaded with pepper, already anxious enough as it is.
"Tony, Tony! Calm-calm down- I am as excited to see him as you we've just gotta.." pepper took a deep breath in
"Okay let me grab my coat" she mumbled thrusting on her coat, taking the man's hand and leading him off to the car.
The next 30 minutes had been the worst for the couple. Tony being an anxious mess, having to be reminded to breathe while peppers mind racing with questions that needed to be answered.
When they arrived at the place, Tony basically stormed in, pepper yelping as she was dragged along.
The man wasted no time tracking down the director
"Where is he" were the first words that exited the man's mouth.
"Down that hallway, to the left, interrogation room 3. Look Mr stark before you go-"
Tony didnt want to listen, he wanted to see his son. Would he have curly brown hair like his father? Or blonde soft locks like his mother.
Pepper could feel her own anxiousness sink in when they reached the door, other agents accompanied by the couple. He took a deep breath in before opening the door.
His eyes immediately looked up to see the boy, soft curly brown hair, soft brown eyes.. Peter.
Oh shit no thats Peter.
Tony's heart skipped a little as he checked the doors number again Door number 3. They were right there.
Peter was their Peter. Peters eyes met Tonys, they widened in response to seeing him. "Mr stark? What are you doing here?"
And that's when it clicked in his mind.
Peter.. didn't..know.
Pepper was in a state of shock as she saw Peter.
Peter and pepper had only met twice, both had been when Tony and Peter had escaped the lab space to scavenge for food at an ungodly hour.
Tony stumbled back, clutching his shirt tight he wanted to respond to the kid.
His kid.
But he had nothing to say.
Peter got up rushing to the door "Is-is Mr stark okay?" Peter asked frantically
Tony just stared blankly at Peter, no word escaping his mouth, just small breaths.
Pepper got ahold of herself, seeing as her husband would be no help in his state of a near panick attack.
"..hi Peter."